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marlenesluv · 7 months ago

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lando + dealing with his gf after cheating scandals

note: i do not view lando as a cheater in any way, shape, or form. but, amidst the new lando and magui rumors, i thought, “hmmm, what if these rumors circulated while he had a gf, aka reader, and it was because of lando and said gf not being public. so, mclaren needed pr for lando to be responsible, so they told him to go out with magui, EUGH, and yada yada you’ll get it!” also i changed locations and shit for the plot lol.

important note: it’s not okay to hate on magui, don’t do it. i don’t agree with what she’s done, but hate def isn’t the answer, especially with neither she, nor lando, gaf about what we have to say. i just used her since they have pics together so, you can imagine someone else if you’d like. the focus is lando x reader here :)

type: this is a head-cannon, but there’s mixes of smau.

pairing: lando norris x secret!gf!fem

warnings: angst but there’s fluff, dw

۵ being landos secret girlfriend was difficult at times.

۵ when you were alone at your shared house? easy. you could talk as loud as you wanted, cuddle on the couch for hours, you could be a real couple.

۵ but once lando left for the races, it’s like he was a stranger.

۵ you felt like a fan watching her crush on television. not a girlfriend.

۵ a girlfriend would be there, in person, supporting her boyfriend. she would be there in the paddock, just like lily was. watching alex and hugging him after a race. or like rebecca, smiling up at her boyfriend like he put the stars in the sky as he won a race.

۵ but you? you watched your boyfriend from the couch, working and making sure that he hadn’t crashed between emails.

۵ yeah, lando would text you and call you, but that’s not the same. not when all you want to do is be there for him in person.

۵ but you couldn’t. unfortunately, last time lando had a girlfriend they broke up. they broke up because of the fans. lando felt pressured to move quickly with her, and he didn’t really even want to date like that. he just wanted fun at the time.

۵ not with you, though. you were different. he loved you and knew from the second you two met at the bar that you were meant for him. he loved everything about you. and neither of you wanted fans or media to ruin it.

۵ but nothing everything is avoidable. hearts get broken, even when- no, especially when you least expect it.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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f1wagupdates: update!! lando has been spotted today with magui corceiro in australia after the grand prix! fans saw they saw magui attend the race as well, and now the two and being seen hanging out? do we hear a new wag coming? a new couple?

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user4: i mean…she’s messy but ok

user1: she’s prettyyyy holy shit

user77: isn’t she friends with kika??

user25: yes!

user3: he doesn’t look happy….

user90: meh

user41: looks forced

user2: my mannnnn

user0: honestly, he needed a new gf. he’s been single foreverrrrr

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

۵ and after those headlines popped up, you were done for.

۵ tears? flowing. tissues? everywhere. landos calls? declined.

۵ you frankly didn’t want to talk to him. the mere idea of him cheating on you made you suck to your stomach.

۵ but maybe it made sense. he wanted a public relationship now…maybe?

۵ lando knew he should have told you. he knew he should have told you that mclaren told him o hangout with her to help pr. to make him seem responsible after the grand prix.

۵ lando knew he fucked up. and after not answering his texts and checking instagram and seeing the gossip posts, he knew why. the tags were insane, and he was stressing.

۵ the only girl he loved didn’t want to talk to him, and he was thousands of miles away.

۵ all because of a stupid pr stunt.

۵ lando booked a flight home as he sent a text to magui:

lando norris: hey, magui. i know this pr thing was supposed to last, but i’m done.

magui: oh…ok?

lando: sorry. can you book a flight for yourself?

magui: i’ll ask kika

magui: tell your girlfriend i’m sorry

lando: ???

magui: you obviously have one, lando. it’s fine. i’m sure she’s beautiful

lando: she is

*lando has blocked this number*

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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landonorris: rumors are lame, so here’s the truth. i have a girlfriend, we’ve been dating for two years, and i love her with every fiber of my being. we’ve kept this relationship private for her safety and to go through everything as a pair, not in-front of the world. unfortunately, rumors spread, and they spread fast. but those rumors stem from mclaren pulling this pr move, one to make people think i was in a relationship to make me seem “responsible and mature.” whatever. i am, by the way. but i am in a relationship, not with magui though. i love you @y/n.user ❤️

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*only certain profiles can reply to this post*

y/n.user: oh my god. get home so i can smack you and then give you a kiss

landonorris: smack me??

y/n.user: you posted my TOES

oscarpiastri: double dates?

landonorris: well that’ll be thrilling

y/n.user: awwww that’s adorable yes

lilyzneimer: i just need to meet y/n too!!💞

danielricciardo: wow, he finally admits it

carlossainz55: i think everyone knew, mate. but ok!

charles_leclerc: congratulations! alex says she can’t wait to meet y/n!!

savnorris: bring her to christmas this year!!

landonorris: i will, don’t fret

olivernorris1: no one was “fretting”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

۵ lando loved you, and he had to prove it once his plane landed.

۵ cuddles for days, home cooked meals (to his best ability), movie nights, appreciation posts, etc.

۵ you moved on from the incident. you understood, especially after an explaining from zak, along with a run down of paddock rules.

۵ races were fun, you loved going and the fans loved you.

۵ oscar’s girlfriend, lily, was wonderful and you two got along perfect. so talking with her while lando and oscar races was nice.

۵ you weren’t fond of how you got here, but you were fond of being here.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

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delphi-shield · 2 months ago

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connection buffering . . . ↺

di!leon x reader - long-distance relationship - part 2

previous part

you weren't bluffing.

you'd made the sign. wrote his name in big block letters, too confident in how you wrote the first half of his name. the 'EDY' crowds together at the end. 'E' shoves 'D' close to the end, 'Y' drawn paper thin and cocked to the side, threatening to topple off the edge of the paper. leon finds he's not too tired to laugh.

he had the whole goddamn flight to figure out what to say to you, but when he sees you standing there with that sign in your hand, scanning the crowd for a man you expect to be two inches taller, it all flushes out of him to make room for the queasy feeling in his gut. when you finally spot him (thank god; the words had gotten lodged in his throat, your name running around his mind again, again, again, lodged so deep in the crevices that he couldn't pry it free and force it out his mouth) your smile nearly blinds him. he shields his eyes with a hand, watches you bounce on the balls of your feet.

he flicks your sign with a finger. the only words that make it past the lump in his throat are, "messed up the kerning, huh?"

you tip your head, puppy-dog cute. more adorable in person. "the what?"

"kerning." silence. you shake your head a little, blank look in your eye. leon tries to swallow, feels barbs jab into his throat. ten minutes on the ground and he's fucking up already. his gut turns. he tries to blame it on airplane peanuts. "the space between the letters."

he should get back on the plane. if he flashes his badge and declares it official business they have to let him on, right? brass wouldn't be happy with him, but what are they going to do? he's leon fucking kenn--

you laugh and his thoughts screech to a halt, plane crash on the concourse. footsteps pound past him - or maybe that's his heartbeat in his ears. your laugh is prettier in person, too.

"okay, all right." your face lights up, eyes squished to make room for your smile. "why do you know that?"

mentally, he flips through a rolodex of excuses. he moonlighted as a graphic designer (false), he was really into fonts (no strong opinions, really), it's classified (outright lie). he settles for the truth, shrugging.

"late night wikipedia dive."

you laugh again. his heart is a bird, fluttering in his chest, battering itself against his ribs to get to you. what the hell is wrong with him? he hadn't felt like this in years, thought he wasn't supposed to feel like this anymore. when you were an adult you grew out of this sort of giddiness. he'd choked it down every time he'd checked his phone under the table at an intelligence meeting, dismissed it as heartburn. he's supposed to want. it's supposed to be a blaze that swallows him up. confident and bold and all-consuming. not fidgety and desperate.

he's not anxious. he's a grown man. he's met presidents, plural. he doesn't get nervous meeting people, even if they're stunning, even if his hands twitch to hold theirs.

does he hug you? kiss you? slip his hand into your back pocket and guide you out of the terminal, lead you blindly to a car that isn't his, take you to an apartment he's only ever seen portions of on a 15 inch screen, ask what he can make you for dinner in your own home? that's what he wants. skip over all of this and slide right into familiarity, fly right past all the work it takes to get there. you've done the leg work, right? you know how you feel about each other. he's here. that says enough, doesn't it?

he's eternally grateful that you reach through his thoughts and pull him into a hug. your face stuffs into his shoulder, words muffled. "i'm so glad you're here."

you inhale deeply and he swears his heart does a backflip. jesus, he needs to get a physical. this can't be normal.

it's you who loops your arm with his, you who tugs him into motion. you rattle off questions that he answers as best he can. it feels like drowning, like he can barely keep his head above water. his flight was fine, thanks for asking. no, he didn't get any sleep. he never sleeps on planes. it's a long story. he didn't need a nap, but yeah, he could go for a coffee.

you know this great place, you reassure him. really low-key. he treads water in the parking garage while you dig for your keys. you drop them - twice - and he wonders if you're struggling to stay at the surface, too.

as a last act before sinking into the passenger seat, he rescues your sign from the trash, folding it neatly and tucking it into his pocket.

he looks up from buckling his seat belt, beckoned by the way you call his name. he's still smiling when you cup his cheeks and kiss him.

by day two, he's decided you need a new apartment. he hasn't told you that yet, figures it comes off too pushy, but he would fly back down to help you move if you wanted. (if he thinks it hard enough, won't you ask him to?)

don't misunderstand - he likes what you've done with the place. honest to god, you're a miracle worker with decor. you could really shape his place up.

it's just that your front door is less than secure. your locks are ran through. it would take him less than a minute to break in. he doesn't even want to think about your windows. other than being drafty, they're just another completely unsecured access point.

you'd invited him to sleep in your bed the first night, and he had every intention of doing so. he'd just passed out on the couch before he had the chance. leon had woken with a pillow stuffed under his head, thick, handmade blanket tucked over him. it was sweet. really.

but it wasn't the same as sleeping next to you.

leon has every intention of sleeping in your bed that night. you'd filled the day with a tour of your city, pointing out your favorite and least favorite spots, telling stories that let him imagine the streets as a stage, you as the star, top billing as far as he's concerned. everything had been optional, as you'd feverishly reassured him after every stop. he could change the itinerary with one word. the only mandatory stop had been lunch with your friends. a good sign, he thinks. if you're confident enough to introduce him to the people in your life, then you see this going somewhere, right?

by the time you hit your last stop, it feels like he's emerged from a war zone. leon would know. he's been run ragged on back to back operations before, but this - the pressure of trying to be right for you, to show you who he is, waiting on pins and needles for you to sour on him and push back from the closeness he craves - this is truly exhausting.

you must feel it too, offering to pick up dinner on your way home in lieu of cooking. he waves away apologies, reaches past you to hand the cashier at taco bell his card when you try to pay. the food is gone by the time you pull your car into the parking lot.

both of you have the same idea. you're just as worn out as he is (makes him wonder if you're doing the same thing, all anxious energy, making sure to put your best foot forward, always stumbling and falling into a better impression than the one you set out to make) and bed comes naturally to mind. he slips into the side closest to the door and you stop him immediately, voice teasing.

"uh, that's my side." you poke at his ribs. the awkwardness had melted over the course of the day together. you were playful, eyes bright and laugh loud. touch came easy between you now, both playful and lingering. the comfort that had been stirred up and tossed into disarray by physical proximity had settled back in.

leon's eyes flit to the door over your shoulder. it's not a big deal, he tells himself. the odds of something happening were astronomically low.

but he knows his luck with astronomically low odds. one in a million is too risky. he's got to be closer to the door, won't be able to sleep if he's not. his hands wrap around your waist, urging you on top of him. he doesn't miss the way you stiffen, the momentary hitch of your breath, but you let yourself get swept along all the same, drape yourself over him as he guides you to.

"just sleep like this." leon shifts lower to make more space for you. he presses a kiss to your head.

it takes longer than he expected for you to relax. slowly, when his hands still at your back and his breathing evens out, your limbs loosen. your weight thickens atop him, pressing him further into the mattress. it's all he can do to remind himself that he's tired, that starting something now would lead nowhere fast.

leon stays awake until he's certain you're out cold. the door remains unbreached, your home still safe. he can't bring himself to regret his caution.

when he's finally able to sleep, he sleeps hard. he wakes to your fingers carding through his hair, his cheek cushioned against your chest, completely flipped around during the night. it's the best night he's had in years.

on day three, leon wonders if he should be more obvious.

he's been putting out all the signs, carefully curated his touch to be lingering, to make you burn for more, but each time you settle against him and offer up a contented "this is nice."

does there need to be a neon sign draped around his neck that says "take me for a spin", arrow blinking down toward his crotch? you'd let him press against your back during an afternoon nap, knee wedged between your legs, arm curled around your stomach to keep you next to him. he woke from dreams where he was bolder, where he wasn't afraid of losing you with that lingering confidence, pressed kisses to the back of your neck until that gauzy empowerment lifted.

hell, he'd woken up that morning laying half on top of you, his head nestled in the valley of your chest. you'd pet his hair til he woke from nuzzling your tits in his sleep.

he abandons subtlety during the credit crawl of eight-legged freaks, a 'classic' you had insisted on making him watch. (you'd laughed when he had commented he could keep you safe in the event of giant spiders. he hadn't been joking, but he still hasn't grown tired of hearing you laugh.)

"hey," he asks, hand curling around your thigh. his thumb smooths an arc across your skin, traces the path again and again. "do you wanna..?"

smooth, kennedy.

you look over at him with that same puppy-dog confusion that he's growing familiar with. instead of moving his hand, you draw your legs up and lay them over his lap. how the fuck is he supposed to interpret that?

"do i wanna..?" you parrot back, drawing the words out into the form of a question.

leon hates himself. he wishes he could back out of this. he clears his throat. how the hell do people broach this topic smoothly? he searches for the words, the silence stretching a little too long for comfort. finally, he says the first thing he can.

"like, sex."

real mature, kennedy, he thinks. he wishes he could backpedal, take it all back. he's certain your face warms. before he can issue a take down for his words, (maybe cut out his stupid goddamn vocal cords, if he has the time) you fumble out, "oh. like- right now? uh, i mean, do you want to?"

continuing with the maturity, he turns it back on you.

"i asked you first."

"i don't not want to."

leon shakes his head. his hand cups your ankle. "i really only take 'yeah' or 'hell yeah'."

"i just didn't think giant spiders got you in the mood."

"hey, the more legs the better."

leon knows deflection when he hears it. he's the reigning champ, after all, could play this game with you all day. but he has mercy; he chuckles, lets you get away with it and grabs the remote, declaring it's his turn to pick another movie since your choice was a mood killer.

later that night, curled up in bed with a video playing mindlessly from your tablet, you turn around to face him. he widens his arms to accommodate the movement, circles them tighter once you settle in.

"you're not mad?" you ask, pressing your face into his chest, already hiding from the answer.

"about what?"

"y'know."

"spell it out for me, sweetheart."

he can feel your breath puff against his chest, an exasperated huff. people have done this same thing to him time and time again. he always hated it, being forced to be forthcoming and earnest. (vulnerable, some people call it, but that always made him feel like a wounded bird.) now that he's on the other side, he sort of sees the appeal.

"'cause i don't wanna have sex yet."

there's a 'yet'. that's promising. he saves that little victory for later. his hand rubs slowly, reverently across the planes of your back.

he knows what he's got to say. he knows that he means it. putting the words to it is different. he needs you to understand, has to do this right.

"i didn't come all this way just to hook up."

you hum. "but you still want to."

christ, he's got to man up and say it.

"of course i do." you burrow closer to him, hands fisting against his side. he taps your back firmly. "hey. i'm not finished. i'm attracted to you, okay? like, really attracted to you. it's not- it's not just physical. i want to see if we can make this work. if what we had on the phone was real."

"is it?"

"yeah. i think so."

"sex isn't important to you?"

"it is. it's just not more important to me than you."

you pull your face from his chest, look up at him with big wet eyes. he brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek tenderly, afraid you'll splinter and those tears will cascade down if he's anything but gentle.

"i think so, too."

you curl back into him, your touch melting from desperate to serene. leon can't help but feel accomplished - as though he's threaded the needle perfectly, cut the right wire just before the clock hit zero. gradually, his breathing falls into step with yours.

"besides," he murmurs, half-asleep. he drops a kiss against the top of your head. "your walls are thin. i don't want you catching a noise complaint."

day four is a glimpse of the life he could have, but it makes him realize what he needs to do to obtain it. the sickly feeling pools in his stomach, leaves him picking at the dinner you made. it's good, he swears. then the lie - just all the travel catching up to him.

he knows by day five that he's got to tell you everything. it's no longer a want - he needs you in his life. he's resolved to come clean.

he nearly does it over breakfast. you set his coffee in front of him, muss his hair before you take your own seat, and it almost comes spilling out onto the table.

i work in national security. i'm a federal agent. there's so much i can't tell you, but it's dangerous. god, it's dangerous. there's so much blood on my hands. it doesn't scrub off but i'm worried it will stain your skin. i think i could love you, if you'll let me. please don't say it back.

"plans today?" he says instead, sipping his coffee.

maybe tomorrow.

day six leaves him melancholy.

you'd insisted that today was for him. whatever he wanted, you would accommodate.

leon worries that his answer is boring. he wants a day in with you. an imitation of what it could be like to come home to this. the idle sounds of you milling about the house could lull him to sleep if it weren't for the words lodged in his throat.

you were doing the laundry. not yours, not his, but the, the definite article that's never felt intimate until that very moment. it silenced him to hear you refer to it that way. he's so tired of reading into every word you say, clinging onto every nuance. he'd forgotten how exhausting this stage of a relationship is. you couldn't send him home with dirty clothes, you explained, and he had no argument against that. his eyes traced after you as you puttered around, busying yourself with tidying. you're so at home. of course you are. it's your apartment. but he wants that. he wants to lift you from this place and into his own home, to watch you make yourself at home and busy yourself with the mundane.

he's got to tell you today. he can't do it over text. it's wrong.

when you finally settle down next to him on the couch, drawing a blanket into your lap, you breach the topic gently, give him a chance to do it himself. leon doesn't realize how obvious he is when he gets that look on his face, all forlorn as if he'd collapsed onto a fainting couch, hand over the back of his forehead. drama queen.

"what's up?" you ask, sitting close - but infuriatingly distant, not quite touching him yet.

"nothing. just looking at you."

bless you for trying to make it easy on him. it's always been like pulling teeth to get him to talk. he's trained to resist torture and coercion, should know better than to melt under a gentle hand or the way your body fits against his side.

you hum softly, disbelieving. so that's it, then. the silence, the 'i'm respecting your distance until you break' tactics. damn, you're good. leon takes a deep breath, chest aching with the weight of what he has to say. now or never.

"look- i'm not who you think i am."

you don't miss a beat. "in what way?"

he has to force the words out. he's acutely aware that this could ruin everything. you could kick him out. block his number, never speak to him again. good. it was safer that way. you deserved a normal life.

"i lied to you. about my work."

"yeah, i know."

"i work in security. national security."

"leon. i know."

his brain reels back a few steps, trying to process your words.

"you know?" he repeats, almost offended. how could you know? was this a set up?

you pull your phone from your pocket, tapping a quick query in. you turn the phone to him. article after article, a few interviews pinned to the top. every link is purple, clicked on and read through. the one that draws his eye is tucked at the bottom of the screen, makes his skin crawl to remember.

KENNEDY, HARPER CLEARED OF CHARGES

"i googled you." you set your phone down on the coffee table.

"and you still let me into your house?" he was serious, but you laugh. leon's brow pinches. "how long?"

you shrug, as if this conversation is about the laundry. "a couple months. ever since you told me your last name."

"months? why didn't you say anything?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me yourself. and you did, sort of."

his mind is still reeling. the drama of it all had his wound up tight. where does he put that energy?

he must look as thrown-off as he feels, because you chuckle, sweep the hair from his eyes and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"i get why you don't tell people upfront. just don't hide stuff like that from me again, okay? seriously. i'll be mad."

it's more grace than he deserves. your acceptance churns his stomach. is there another meaning behind your words, a resentment coiling in the pit of your stomach?

you crack open your book and lean against his side. he settles his arm around you, moving slow, scared to frighten you away. only one chapter in, you pass him your phone, a take-out app order, asking what he wants. if you're mad, you hide it well.

day seven is a funerary procession. you help him scour your apartment for things he may have left behind, packing them neatly in his suitcase-shaped coffin. it's amazing how his things had flooded into your apartment during the short course of his visit. he had spread out, made himself comfortable. part of it had been testing how his belongings felt next to yours, how it all fit - the final test he had constructed in his mind. you'd passed that with flying colors, clearly. he's lost track of a shirt somewhere along the way, but he isn't concerned about it. he'll be back. he can look for it another time.

both of you linger at your front door. excuses are myriad, flowing from both sides. reasons to double back, reasons to keep his hand on your waist, your fingers in his hair, your lips on his.

but eventually the time becomes too urgent, the threat of missing his flight too real. he'd joked in the car that if he didn't turn up for work they might just send a helicopter to pick him up instead, expecting a laugh. you only smile, a wry twist of your lips that fades too quickly. you reach for your sunglasses and shove them on. the air is tense by the time you pull into the parking garage, cherry scented car freshener cloying.

“you gonna cry?” he teases.

you sniffle.

“oh my god.” he is such a jackass. “don't cry. i'm sorry, sweetheart. it's okay. jesus.”

“i just don't want you to go,” you squeak. your hands fist the steering wheel tight, knuckles turning white.

leon leans over the center console, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. he shrugs you closer to him, hushing you gently.

"let's plan another trip, okay?" he murmurs against your head, placing apologetic kisses there over and over. "c'mon. it's not forever. it's okay. i'm gonna call you when i land. we'll text, like we always do. it's my turn to pick the movie, so-"

fuck. his voice cracks. he clears his throat, blinks quickly to keep his composure.

"so, i'll pick a good one. wednesday night, okay? you, me, and a really good movie."

steadily, his promises slow your tears. the pressure of time detaches you from his hold. you're with him as far as you can go, waving him off to his gate. his heart sinks like a stone. he hates flights, never gets comfortable on them, but the way home feels longer than usual.

made it home he texts the second he's through the door. you're probably asleep. he hopes you are, at least. it's late for you, and--

yay

before he can bother telling you to go to bed, another message pushes through. his house felt empty before, but your message only deepens the feeling, hollows out the hallways and leaves his bed feeling too big, too cold.

i miss you already. call me tomorrow if you can.

leon squints at the screen.

"is that my shirt?"

you stop mid-sentence. caught red-handed - or, rather, grey-shirted.

it's your movie night since he made it back home. you're curled up in bed, your popcorn off to the side. he can fill in the gaps of your room now, knows what extends beyond the screen - and he knows that shirt. an old work tee of his that had mysteriously gone missing after you did the laundry. well-worn and soft. his name stamped on the back in big, block letters. possessive pride stirs in his chest to imagine you wearing his name.

sheepish, you promise, "i'll bring it back to you. how about next month?"

leon shakes his head. he pulls open his calendar, skimming through the busy weeks to clear the time for you.

"keep it. wear it to the airport for me so i know who to look for."

"you're not gonna make me a sign?"

"the shirt is the sign, sweetheart."

"are you gonna wear a matching one with my name on it?"

"i might." he opens another tab, googling how to make custom t-shirts. "you'll have to get here and find out."

connection restored -`♡´-

dividers from @/adornedwithlight

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x you #resident evil fluff #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfic #resident evil x reader #sorry for doubling the word count of part 1 i daydreamed a little too hard.

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jlheon · 4 months ago

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𝓒𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐉𝐒

(𝓹airing) — pjs x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓼ituationship ; angst & fluff (𝔀ordcount) one thousand five-hundred 𝓹eng's note. for my event! + new layout 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. a year later and you still miss park jongseong

you have a recurring dream that happens maybe once a week.

always about the same guy and living the same day. you’ve had it so often that you can recite every little detail that happens if someone were to ask you. though the only person who knows about this dream you keep having is your dream journal. which admittedly seems pointless now if you keep having the same dream, there’s no variety.

you’ve stopped recording your dreams since it's the same every night that you have a dream worth remembering. you only dream of him.

you wake up next to him, a child that you can only presume is yours jumping on top of you excitedly. she calls you mom and him dad. the three of you get ready, eat breakfast, he kisses you goodbye, and you take your daughter to school.

you drop off your daughter and go to your ordinary office job. then in the late afternoon you drive to pick up your daughter and go home. dinner is premade from the night before and you two wait for your husband.

a nice family meal. he’d do the dishes while you’d carry the load of laundry.

then eventually you fall asleep in his arms.

whose? park jongseong, or jay.

you met him in your last year of university. so about two years ago now, but it’s been a year since you saw him.

you knew from the start that he was only spending a year here.

so the time you spent with him was admittedly short.

meeting through a mutual friend and spending a lot of time in group settings for the first semester. you still aren’t sure what shifted but you and jay started hanging out in the last semester before graduation alone, which bled into the summer after university until he left the country.

in those last few months, there was an undeniable amount of chemistry and tension between the two of you.

it stayed unspoken as you both knew that soon you would be miles apart when jay would leave to start his job for working for his father and you would be running around the city looking for a job, a relationship didn’t fit in the picture.

you just kind of just acted like a couple without the label or conversation.

it did more harm than good to your yearning to be with jay. he held you at night like a boyfriend would, took you on dates, and kissed your face.

you can’t wait to get married. ever since you were a child you’ve fantasized about meeting your husband. when you met jay you were certain it would be him.

jay is business driven. he wants to continue his father’s company and focus on work for most of his life. jay isn’t looking for anything serious, he doesn’t want to settle down just yet, and he doesn’t do long distance.

your plans for the future never once intersect with the other. you don’t want the same things.

you can’t stay away from him though.

one night, the week before jay’s flight, you had the closest talk to about what you were. a conversation that should have happened earlier.

“do you think you’re going to date when you move away?” you ask him while eating the dinner he had made you at his apartment.

“no,” jay says bluntly, taking a sip of his drink. “i don’t think there’ll be anyone there for me.”

“do you really want to work for your dad?” you pick up a bite from your plate.

“there’s no one else but me,” he shrugs. “i’ll have to take over eventually, so i might as well start now.”

“i guess you’re right,” you mumble. “is there anything that would make you stay?”

“you.” jay says honestly. “but we both know it’s too late.”

“i guess you’re right,” you sigh, playing with your food, your appetite is gone.

“sorry,” he apologizes. “not to get your hopes up or anything.”

“it’s fine, i figured you’d say that,” you get up and walk towards the kitchen to put your dishes in the sink.

the next day you ask jay when his flight would be leaving at the airport. he tells you that his plane leaves at twelve. you make sure you’re there by ten.

“jay!” you call out in the crowded airport when you spot the back of his head, his birthmark on his neck showing it’s him.

“____!” he quickly gets up from his seat at his gate. “you’re early?”

“i wanted to get you alone before everyone else comes!”

“oh,” jay scratches the back of his neck. “it’s just you that’s coming.”

“what! why?” you say shocked.

“i said bye to everyone else yesterday, i wanted it to just be us.”

“what if you’re forgetting someone?” you frown.

“i’m not leaving much behind,” jay shrugs. “moving brings me closer to my family and friends”

that bitter feeling started bubbling up inside of you. it was wrong to want to beg him not to leave you but there was a part of you that always wanted to be just a little selfish. enough to make him stay and commit to you, even long distance would suffice for you, but it wouldn’t for him. you knew that better than everyone.

“oh,” you look at the ground. “are we not friends?”

“that’s not what i meant-”

“it’s okay,” you can’t fight the frown on your face. “we’re not anything anyways.”

the rest of the time at the airport you sit at his gate in silence. a spot between you both as an invisible barrier. you badly want to leave and forget about jay but you won’t let him go until he has to get on the plane that will take him thousands of miles away from you.

you want to talk to him but cannot find any words. tongue-tied next to the boy you’ve grown to love in the short remaining semester of your university career.

jay cannot seem to find the right words either. you’re here right in front of him and he can’t just hold you close for the last hours you have together. anxiously checking the time on his phone leading up to boarding.

“boarding starts in 20 minutes,” jay says quietly.

“oh,” is all you can respond.

“do you want to go for a walk?” he asks, you nod.

the two of you walk side by side in circles in the area around his gate. in an uncomfortable silence, you are not used to having with jay.

“i have to get going,” jay pauses, stopping the both of you in his tracks.

you’re voice is still lost, tears brimming your eyes, you can only wrap your arms around his torso and cry.

“baby…” he whispers, drawing you in closer, if that was even possible.

you can’t stop crying, hugging him as your vision turns blurry.

“i’m sorry,” you finally stutter out, clutching a handful of his shirt.

“for what?” jay asks in genuine confusion.

“loving you when you said you weren’t looking for anything.”

“don’t say that,” he replies, feeling his own eyes getting teary. “it’s neither of our faults. time just wasn’t on our side. if i could i’d do anything just to be with you.” he says into your hair.

you reluctantly let go and find your way out of the airport and to your car. once climbing into the driver's seat you let the rest of it out. sobbing until you could no longer produce any more tears. while jay does the same while he gazes out into the sky from his airplane seat.

jay regrets not trying with you with every day that passes. he knows that the both of you could have made long-distance work but at the end of the day he knows he cannot live up to what you want. so he deems it best to ghost you while he’s in an american state. for work he claims but it seems more like a form of self-torture.

he can keep it together for the first couple of months of work, but soon his father notices something is up. he becomes frustrated with his son’s work, he hasn’t shown any growth in months and seems overall out of it. he sends him back home and tells jay to find himself before he even thinks about becoming a ceo.

there’s a knock at your door on a late saturday night. you’re slightly tipsy from some wine you had been sipping on, walking to the door calmly with no idea who it might be.

on the other side of your door is park jongseong. suitcase behind him, with a bouquet with your favorite flowers.

when he sees your face for the first time in a year he can only hope you’ll let him in to make up lost time.

“jay?” you say in disbelief, rubbing your eyes and wondering if the alcohol has already taken over your system. “you’re home?”

“i'm sorry if i'm coming home too late,” he says handing you the assorted flowers.

“why are you here?”

“‘cause this time i won’t be late.”

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vestaignis · 1 month ago

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Кеа - горный попугай, который по умственным способностям превосходит обезьян.⁠⁠

Попугай Кеа (лат. Nestor notabilis)относится к роду Nestor семейству Strigopidae, однако он значительно отличается от других его представителей. По внешнему виду этот пернатый больше похож на ворона или сокола. Длина тела птицы достигает 46 см, а вес варьируется в пределах 0,6-1 кг, при этом самцы крупнее самок. Размах крыльев в полете достигает 1 м.В окрасе попугаев кеа преобладает оливково-зеленый цвет с серым отливом. А перья окантованы черным цветом, что создает впечатление чешуйчатости. Область под крыльями у кеа огненно-оранжевая, поэтому во время полета птицы кажется, что она охвачена пламенем. Голова бронзово-зеленая. Глаза у этих попугаев темно-коричневого оттенка с тонким глазным кольцом желтого цвета. Когти и клюв имеют более темный оттенок. А нижняя сторона тела коричневато-оливковая. Лапы у этих попугаев крепкие, мощные, серые. Они помогают пернатому держаться на любой поверхности и обеспечивают быстрое передвижение на ней. Клюв с удлиненной выгнутой верхней частью, что обеспечивает глубокое зацепление. Из-за его необычного строения кеа еще называют соколиным попугаем. У самки клюв меньшего размера, менее изогнут и значительно короче, чем у самца.

Попугаи кеа обитают сугубо в Новой Зеландии. Их можно встретить в лесах и долинах гор Южного острова на высоте от 600 до 2000 метров. Летом попугаи кеа обитают в кустарниках и альпийской тундре. Осенью перемещаются в более высокие районы, богатые ягодами. А зимой этих птиц можно встретить возле домиков туристов, горнолыжных курортов, кемпингов. Они настолько смогли приспособиться к суровым условиям, что с удовольствием купаются в лужах с ледяной водой, кувыркаются в снегу.

Кеа хоть и питается растениями, плодами и семенами, но при случае не отказывают себе и в животной пище. Это могут быть не только насекомые, мелкие грызуны, но и падаль. По свидетельству фермеров, кеа могут даже напасть на живых овец и довести их смерти, выклевывая подкожный жир у них на спине. Но такое происходит не так так часто и в основном в зимнее голодное время, когда птицам приходится выживать в весьма суровом горном климате.

Кеа не чураются общения с человеком. Они охотно вселяются поближе к человеческим жилищам и могут питаться пищевыми отходами, как бродячие собаки и кошки. Только, в отличие от них, кеа прекрасно могут вскрыть жестяные и пластиковые банки, мусорные баки и прочее. Мало того, они таким образом могут изуродовать автомобили, выдирая из них разные детали.Везде, где кеа обитают, стоят плакаты, призывающие не кормить попугаев. Но люди всё равно их кормят, превращая дикую птицу в попрошайку.Кеа могут нападать на группы туристов с целью найти и отнять что-то съестное. Рюкзаки, сумочки, зонтики, кошельки и другие подобные вещи – все интересует попугаев своей новизной и необычностью. В горах, недалеко от их местообитания, периодически находят «заначки» – спрятанные и различным образом отсортированные предметы.

Попугаи Кеа давно известны орнитологам своим уникальным умом. Птица легко обучается, с легкостью решает логические задачи, различает цвета и обладает отличной памятью. Обезьяны не смогли пройти все те испытания, которые с легкостью преодолели кеа. Также кеа способны обучаться, просто наблюдая за сородичем. Они хорошо работают как самостоятельно, так и в команде.

Kea is a mountain parrot that surpasses monkeys in intelligence.⁠⁠

The Kea parrot (lat. Nestor notabilis) belongs to the genus Nestor of the family Strigopidae, but it differs significantly from its other representatives. In appearance, this bird is more like a raven or a falcon. The body length of the bird reaches 46 cm, and the weight varies between 0.6-1 kg, with males larger than females. The wingspan in flight reaches 1 m. The color of kea parrots is predominantly olive-green with a gray tint. And the feathers are edged with black, which creates the impression of scaly. The area under the wings of the kea is fiery orange, so during the flight the bird seems to be engulfed in flames. The head is bronze-green. The eyes of these parrots are dark brown with a thin eye ring of yellow color. The claws and beak have a darker shade. And the underside of the body is brownish-olive. The paws of these parrots are strong, powerful, gray. They help the bird to stay on any surface and ensure fast movement on it. The beak has an elongated curved upper part, which provides a deep grip. Because of its unusual structure, the kea is also called a falcon parrot. The female's beak is smaller, less curved and significantly shorter than the male's.

Kea parrots live exclusively in New Zealand. They can be found in the forests and valleys of the mountains of the South Island at an altitude of 600 to 2000 meters. In the summer, kea parrots live in bushes and alpine tundra. In the fall, they move to higher areas rich in berries. And in winter, these birds can be found near tourist houses, ski resorts, campsites. They have adapted to the harsh conditions so well that they enjoy swimming in puddles of icy water and tumbling in the snow.

Although keas eat plants, fruits and seeds, they will also eat animal food if the opportunity arises. These can be not only insects, small rodents, but also carrion. According to farmers, keas can even attack live sheep and kill them by pecking out the subcutaneous fat on their backs. But this does not happen very often and mainly during the winter hungry season, when the birds have to survive in a very harsh mountain climate.

Keas do not shy away from communication with humans. They willingly settle closer to human dwellings and can feed on food waste, like stray dogs and cats. However, unlike them, keas can easily open tin and plastic cans, garbage cans, etc. Moreover, they can damage cars by tearing out various parts. Everywhere where kea live, there are posters calling not to feed the parrots. But people still feed them, turning the wild bird into a beggar. Kea can attack groups of tourists in order to find and take away something edible. Backpacks, handbags, umbrellas, wallets and other similar things - everything interests parrots because of their novelty and unusualness. In the mountains, not far from their habitat, "stashes" are periodically found - hidden and variously sorted objects.

Kea parrots have long been known to ornithologists for their unique intelligence. The bird is easy to learn, easily solves logical problems, distinguishes colors and has an excellent memory. Monkeys could not pass all the tests that kea easily overcame. Kea are also able to learn simply by observing their relatives. They work well both independently and in teams.

Источник://parrotologia.com/species/parrot-kea/,/dzen.ru/a / XlZe6sxX7yNJsynI, /dzen.ru/a/ZktjUgR6Im6eO1zM, /sharker. livejournal.com/128651.html, //pikabu.ru/story/kea__gornyiy _ popugay_kotoryiy_po_umstvennyim_sposobnostyam_prevoskhodit_obezyan_4425421, //4parrots.ru/5450-popugaj-kea/.

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𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Yandere ex bad boy x reader When a former bad boy gets out of prison and finds you, the light of his life, he decides he would never let you go again.

cw: delusional yandere, creppy, clingy, no use of yn, reader is stressed and doesn't love yandere but is with him just because he's a stress reliever, the straight-laced girl gets involved with an ex badboy, use of pet names “princess , love”, stalking, insecurity, thoughts of getting married, beginning of a relationship, religious themes at the beginning (youth meeting), very soft at the beginning because the longer you stay together the more he develops an obsession.

"I will marry you". You would be grateful to hear this from a long-term relationship….but hearing this on the first day of your first official relationship?? Who would have the audacity to ask you that??

Marc, your new boyfriend. He is of average height, with shaved hair and thin. You met him by inviting him to a youth meeting at your church, and since he wanted to embrace his new good guy phase, he clearly went. And it wouldn't take long for you to regret that decision.

Marc is strangely strange, like a criminal in interrogation, already anticipating the argument he would have with the lawyer. He has an anxious look on his face every time you meet, and the pressure he has placed on his shoulders to be the “perfect boyfriend” requires him to be honest with you. Everyone knows and feels that pleasant and cozy atmosphere when a couple gets to know each other more and more, opening up little by little, leaving themselves vulnerable to the person their heart burns so much but…. I don't want to ruin this phase, but… he opened up about his past and it totally changed your image of him. How messing with delinquent people influenced him, how he left his family and ran away from home, how his other two serious relationships were toxic and abusive and hurt him psychologically, how he spent time in jail when they caught him with drugs , how he abandoned the will to live….

Until he met you and everything changed.

“You are the light of my life” “I only see my future by your side”

Of all the years he appeared in your life, he appeared just when you were killing yourself studying for a place at the college of your dreams! How much sacrifice! So much pressure! So much stress! The year you followed an intense study routine and practically isolated yourself from the world to study was the year he appeared…as a distraction.

You were so stressed that you needed a distraction on your side. After all, you need to live your youth too, don’t you? It won't be anything serious, you don't have time for that princess, it will just be a momentary relief, just a little flig.

Not if it's up to him.

In fact, you "met" in high school, from different classes, he uses and insists on this argument every time you say that you haven't known each other long enough. "But we never spoke….". "But we talked through our eyes!" You swear you can count on the fingers of your left hand how many times you've actually seen him.

Upon leaving the cold and degrading prison and feeling completely lost, he prayed to the heavens about what direction to ask for in life and coincidentally your profile appeared on his Instagram!

"As soon as I saw your profile, I knew you were different and would change my life" he tells the story of how he met his precious girlfriend for the millionth time, with the same dreamy sigh as always.

He spent 8 months just observing you, what you like and what you don't like, following you, your friends and family on all social networks, he discovered your favorite books and read each one of them trying to be the one you admire most, he discovered where you buy your favorite perfumes and bought the ones you liked the most, to know how you felt and all that… thrown out the window. Because every time Marc looks at you, he forgets everything, the world goes blank and his focus is absolutely you.

He forgets the beautiful words he thought when he was going home, he forgets the way the heartthrob in his book convinced the girl to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek, or how he rehearsed in the mirror how to hold her hand and kiss her without looking so awkward, Marc forget that he has to breathe to continue living but frankly he prefers to be in your air, breathe your oxygen. He also forgets that he had other relationships and shouldn't be so nervous around you.

“Then I said-…hey, I can feel your gaze from here.” “Am I staring at you a lot?? Aah sorry, you’re so beautiful that I couldn’t resist.” he says while kissing your cheek and interrupting anything that would come out of your mouth.

Marc desires to be a devoted follower of his goddess, you. But most of the time it fails miserably. He is in such a trance that he forgets everything and even though the eyes of a passionate puppy that he looks at you with seem cute, you are not guilty of feeling offended. He forgets your favorite place to go out, he forgets your favorite snack, he forgets that sweets make you feel calmer in tpm, he forgets that you canceled a date and gets sulky afterwards blaming you, he forgets that you have bigger goals clear and more important than him and most importantly, he forgets that you have a life before him and whenever you mention an ex-boyfriend he's like "What do you mean you had a boyfriend before me? Who is he? Why did they break up?" So that I don't make the same mistakes he did so that I find him and threaten him to never even look at him again.

and for you so I can make you feel guilty for still having his contact so it's just me and you in the world

Marc is strangely strange, have you ever seen a bear hiding behind a lamp post? So is his jealousy. His blood boils every time you mention a name that isn't his, his body screams mine mine mine, to possessively squeeze your waist and his mouth kisses you until the princess's stressed little head forgets that useless name what you just said after all, I'm the one next to you and I bet he can't make you feel good like I do but…. he hides it well, sometimes, when he forces it. But it's so fking hard to disguise it!

"I met a friend of mine today" "Friend, what friend? A man?" "Then he said- "But wait, love - sorry to interrupt you - since when and where have you known him?" Wasn't this friend of yours on his list where he came from? "I met him in my first year of high school, love, he moved away after that, and I met him again now" " And you hugged him? "Of course, like I do with everyone-" "whyyyyyy?" “Marc he’s my friend and-” “And do you remember his name?”- He asked something simple but that had a strong and heavy meaning behind it.

the name. the name is something so simple but so important, isn’t it?

In a random dawn, he realized that the little princess didn't remember people's names very well and when asked, you replied “They're not important to me, just some extras interacting with me” and while you sleepy laughed at theory made on the spot, his heart squeezed as he remembered that you often forgot his name too.

I'm not so important that you remember my name?

In a random dawn, you told him that you had had other relationships before him, but you never felt anything for them, so you ended it and left and forgot about them. Others, which were hidden and you did crazy things in love for them, regretted them and never saw them again. And that he was your first official boyfriend, the first you took home, the first you took to meet your parents and family, the first you took to your hiding place in the house. He. But as quickly as pride filled his heart, his mind fed the uncertainties and insecurities that keep him awake at night.

Would you live love adventures with him too? Would you regret loving him? Do you have feelings for him or is it a one-sided relationship? Would you forget about him? Would you trade it for one night? Would you… leave?

Marc is so strangely strange that he sometimes blurts out strange and chilling phrases every time you try to subtly open his eyes about the relationship, and in his head they are sweet and romantic, passionate and sincere declarations always sealing the promise with kisses and hugs that are increasingly hard and possessive, but they are red signs in your eyes that something is wrong.

“I don’t know if I could handle that either.” You said as you casually gossiped about a breakup between a couple you saw on the internet, without realizing it Marc's eyes darkened when he heard the word breakup "Listen, if we broke up I…"

"Baby, you know that if it's up to me, we'll never breakup, right?" With a determined look, Marc pulled you onto his lap

"Of course, dear, but if what you did…"

"I would come to your house, take you and lock you away from the world. Because if that's the case, you would never leave me."

"Whoa boy, a little bird wasn't meant to be trapped." When you felt the sincerity of Marc's words, you tried to leave your dear boyfriend's lap, demonstrating that you were serious about the matter, this fact did not go unnoticed by him as he smiled at you and with hearts in his eyes, he kissed you madly until you was breathless and again and again and again….he put you in a bridal carry position, pressing you against his chest with such force that it left you sore

"So i cut the bird's wings and we stay together, love, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We will never break up, remember what I told you? Let's get married, my beautiful darling."

#tw yandere #yandere boy #yanderecore #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #clingy yandere #delusional #red aesthetic #my ocs #oc yandere #infelizmente inspirado em fatos reais #yn girl

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kingofbodyrolls · 1 year ago

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BTS fic recs: November 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they’re appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | 💜 (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Friend or Fuck by @joonsmagicshop [8K] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 A drunken night leads to a good morning.

🗨️ I really liked this 🥺 Namjoon was just so sweet, caring and gentle with OC. Really loved it 👏🏾 but why, oh why did Jungkook have to cockblock them 😂 I wanted the smut alright! The build up was so good, I was slightly frustrated with the ending 🙈 yes I’m a slut for smut okay 🙈 I’m hoping for a part two ✌🏾🙏🏾💜

⭐Emotions of the Soul 💯by @oddinary4bts [36.6K] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, childhood/teenage lovers to s2l2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

🗨️ This is another masterpiece from Ella! She is incredible at writing idol!au’s that just feels so goddamn natural and real 👏 The way Namjoon is written is just perfection and OC with her struggles, and they are goddamn human, yes – and that’s one of the beautiful parts in it!!! 😭I also reminded me of my own teenage breakup (gosh I was stupid back then, but not because of the breakup lol 😂). Anyway, please go and read it! As with everything Ella write, this is another to add to my favorites 💜

Seokjin

Nothing this month 😞

Yoongi

⭐Workaholic 💯by @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night.

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐Little bit of your Heart by @yoongiofmine [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader, jjk x f.reader // exes!au, fwb!au // 🥵

📝 You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it?

🗨️ Yes here we go a new series from Ella! ✨ Yoongi already seems so done with Jungkook and they have barely spoken 😂 looking forward to how that develops 🤭

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides 💯by @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

Hoseok

⭐Flight 18 💯by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

Jimin

⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble 💯by @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰

📝 As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

🗨️ This is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves 💯

⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] 💯by @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵

📝 Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally.

🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💯💜

⭐Flowers & Sex by @7deadlysinsfics [4.5K] // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l au, pwp // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 You’re in need of a warm body and a good fuck. who better than your friend park jimin?

🗨️ Just really cute 🥺 Hoseok (readers ex in this) is a douche though, like why did she have to go back to him ugh 🥴 but I like how the story developed and reader realized her feelings after she took her ex back. Loved Jimin and how he gave her flowers 💐 he was so fucking cute 🥺🌸

⭐Heaven with You by @acc3ssdenied [4.7K] // pjm x f.reader // friends to ??? // 🥵

📝 All good things happen after 2 am - at least, that was what you believed. Whoever thought it was a good idea for a group of twelve young adults to play drunk truth or dare obviously agreed with you.

🗨️ Oh this was some filthy smut 🥵 And that kiss with Taehyung was downright slutty – a really good pwp 🥵

⭐Have some Respect by @chim-chimmie [4.2K] // pjm x f.reader // school/college!au, teacher!jimin // 🥵

📝 Your teacher Park Jimin has had enough of you disrespecting him, so he taught you a little lesson.

🗨️ Okay, okay, I know the teacher x student dynamic is a touchy subject, and not always well executed, but hear me out, alright. This was so freaking sinful, like my soul needs to take a shower now??? 🥵

⭐Rush by @bangtanfanfiction [4K] // pjm x f.reader // idol!jimin // 🥵🥰

📝 After not seeing your boyfriend for several weeks, his latest performance definitely made something in you snap. And at a award show of all things.

🗨️ A good pwp with smut that is 🔥

⭐How Long? by @jiminniethemarshmallow [4K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 No summary!

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it’s still so fucking hot and filthy 🥵

⭐Turbulence by @yminie [9.3K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this a few years back and I’ve actually read it multiple times, it’s just so incredible 👏🏾 the smut is freaking hot, and Jimin is just 🤯 well, he’s being a sweet fluffball, but then a smexy God 🥵 like wtf! The duality is insane! One of my favorites and I’m looking forward to rereading part two ✨💜

⭐Accelerate by @yminie [8.9K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger.

🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).

Taehyung

Nothing this month 😞

Jungkook

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 [13.1K] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up so far and they are really good! It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸 It’s just getting better and better ✨ I really loved the backstory of how both Jimin and OC realized they had feelings for each other 🥺 so good and really looking forward to the next chapter 😍

⭐Sweet Obsession by @letjungcoook7 [2.5K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship, plussize!reader // 🥵🥰

📝 When a coworker starts to show interest in you, your boyfriend becomes jealous.

🗨️ Whaaaaaaaat 🥹This was so incredibly sweet and tender! As a plus-sized curvy girl, this was such a good and lovely read 💖 Another banger from Lua💜

⭐The Wedding Planners 💯by @gukyi [28K] // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 😂🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it was just a very funny and pleasant reread 💜 What I love about this is one, is definitely the slow-burn and the enemies to lovers aspect too. The banter between reader and Jungkook is just so priceless and reading how their relationship slowly unfolds and develops through the months of the wedding planning was just everything 💯 Hoseok and Yoongi’s personality in this also makes this fic truly amazing.

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2)(3) [series; completed] 💯by @ctrlsht [28.1K] // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻🥵

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨If you want my full review of it, you can find it here (it does contain spoilers though!). And I really think you shouldn’t spoil it! Just go read it if you’re into the darker stuff, because my heart was racing so damn fast! This is the best thriller yandere au I’ve read to date 💜

⭐Lost on You by @letjungcoook7 [2.1K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 You're just so obsessed with your boyfriend. you would do anything for him.

🗨️ Ehm excuse me Lua, mirror sex???? 🥵 Fucking hell that was a hot one, like I almost feel like I need to take a shower 😂 another banger from you! And the dirty talking too, aish 🥵 💖

OMG November has truly been an exceptional month! There was my 30th birthday of course, and then I received so my love for my series ‘friendcation’ that I was crying with all the beautiful words and reviews I got 😭 I am so thankful for every one of you, whether you interact with my fic recs or my own – thank you! 💜

Borahae 💜

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cynoswifey · 2 years ago

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Fyodor NSFW Headcanons

AN: Why is his accent so hot and why isn't he real?

Warnings: NSFW TOPICS INVOLVED

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• Fyodor is a dirty man with a dirty mouth he loves teasing you. On the topics of mouths when during sex expect rough kisses

° Since he is anemic almost all your sex positions involve you riding him or at least on top so he does exhaust himself too much. But even though Fydor is at the bottom he's still in power he loves the look of your face when he starts thrusting into you and starts rubbing your clit with one of your boobs in his mouth

• Oh but when he has enough energy to actually be on top your in for a ride. Fyodor actually doesn't have a favorite position he likes them all.

° He loves missionary cause he can see your fucked out face, doggy cause of the nice view of your ass, and swing flig is always perfect when hes fucking you on his desk

• Fyodor actually has a low sex drive you both only do it like 2 times a month but if you're in the mood he'd deliver.

° Fyodor never shares you but he still likes the thrill of being caught balls-deep in you. But don't worry about it he'd kill anyone that actually catches you both. Nikolai caught you both once but Fyodor didn't stop he had a full conversation with Nikolai while he trusted into you

• He loves lingerie on you especially white he thinks you look beautiful in white which also explains why he likes seeing your face covered with his cum after you give him a blowjob

° Is it just me or does he give big dick energy like imagine him giving you a sinister smirk while you complain about him being to big

• SpEaKiNg of being sinister this rat loves to see you begging for him to let you cum with tears on your face after hours of edging or when you begging for him to finally be inside you

° Fyodor definitely makes you ride his thigh with you fully naked and him still in his clothes

• He is mean when you come to him in his office begging for him he'd sit you on his desk and eat you out then makes you cockwarm him for what seems like forever. Or when you at a meeting and he slips his hand inside your panties and he loves watching you try to keep your composure

° There's always a break in between rounds for him to catch his breath but they always end up being make-out sessions with the breaks I'd say he'd last anywhere between 3-5 rounds he has surprisingly high stamina for someone with anemia

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mytheoristavenue · 6 months ago

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MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader - Make Believe - II

Summary: You ask Shoji to pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner with your parents.

Warnings: Long, multi-parted, fluff, mutal pining, fake dating trope, mild language, fem!reader, not proofread

After classes ended for the day, you retired to your dorm, jumped into a quick shower, and sat at your desk to apply your makeup. Glancing in the mirror, you meticulously looked over yourself, fussing over the littlest detail. After a bit, you sigh, giving up on chasing perfection and stood, walking over to your closet to find something to wear.

A floor up and across the hall from you, Shoji did the same, toweling off his wet, silver hair before running a comb through it to straighten any rogue strands. Fligging through his closet, he struggled to find something suitable for meeting his 'girlfriend's', parents. Due to his quirk and stature, most of his wardrobe was sleeveless, though he did have an idea.

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Sitting on a train station bench, you once again found yourself nervous, fidgeting, and looking for Shoji. Shuffling the train tickets in your hands, you began to worry he might have backed out, making you worry. Pulling out to call him, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder- or more accurately, three.

"Hey, sorry I'm a bit late." A smooth voice called from behind you prompting you to turn around, a blush creeping across your face upon laying eyes on him. "Hope I didn't worry you." Shoji wore a navy blue turtleneck, sleeveless of course, with grey slacks, loafers, and a grey sports coat draped around his shoulders, which hid most of his arms.

"Shoji..." you gasped lightly. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear sleeves!" you commented, before realizing how rude it must have sounded. "I-I mean, I like how you normally dress but...y-you look handsome with sleeves..." you stammered, glancing away and rubbing the back of your neck.

"Sleeves aren't exactly practical for me, nor are they comfortable," he says, offering you a hand to help you up. "But, dress to impress, as they say." You take his hand, letting him pull you up and you both begin walking towards the appropriate train. "By the way, you look lovely, if I may say. I can't place what you've done differently, but whatevcer it is looks nice."

"Thanks, Shoji..." you smiled, blushing a bit as you both boarded.

Finding your seats, you slid in first, him allowing you to have the window seat. After you both settled in and the train began to move, you spoke again. "It's nearly an hour-long ride, do you think we should, I don't know- practice?"

"What exactly were you wanting to practice, (Y/L/N)?" Shoji asked, cocking a suspicious brow.

"N-Nothing like that!" You fuss, punching his arm lightly, blushing. "Don't be a perv!"

"Hey," he puts his hands up in defense. "I didn't say anything specific. If you think I meant something perverted, you made it up yourself which makes you the perv."

"I meant like get our story straight!" you whined, slumping your shoulders dramatically. "Like how we met, how long we've been together- that sort of thing!"

Shoji thought for a moment, humming. "How about, we say we met at school because we did, and we've been together for about six months. That's a short enough time to justify me not meeting them sooner, but a long enough time for it to make sense that I'm meeting them now."

"Yeah, that makes sense!" you chirp, nodding. "I didn't even think of that, you're so smart, Shoji!"

"I know." he joked with a smirk before continuing. "By the way, you should probably call me Mezo,"

You blush lightly at the idea of using his first name, indicating a closer relationship. "How come?"

"It'd be weird if we still called each other by our formal names six months into a relationship." he rationalized. "Are you alright with me calling you (Y/N)?"

You nodded with a sweet smile. "Yeah, I don't mind at all, Shoj-" You caught yourself and corrected with a clearing of your throat. "Ahem, Mezo."

The way the corners of his eyes creased told you that he was smiling without having to see his lips. "That's better. By the way, do you think we should get the awkward stuff out of the way while we have the chance?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, cocking your head to the side while glancing up at him.

"Like PDA and stuff," he replied, glancing up at the ceiling of the train away from your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck, almost nervously. "Won't it look suspicious if we don't touch each other at all all night?"

"I figured we'd cross that bridge when we got to it." you say, shrugging, not understanding why he was so concerned.

"But it won't look as natural if it's the first time, right?" Now that he mentioned it, he had a point. It'd be odd for a couple of six months to still not hug or hold hands.

"I guess that makes sense. What do you think we should do?" you ask, humming as you thought.

"Well," he said. "Practice makes perfect?" He offered you his main right hand, staring down at you expectantly. You slipped your hand into his, red-faced, noting how warm his palm was and how his hand dwarfed yours. "There," he smiled. "We can just hold hands for a few minutes to get used to it. That okay?"

You were astonished at how gentle he was being with this all. He didn't even want to do it when you first asked, now he was sharply dressed, and doing whatever he could to make the ruse look as real as possible. Here he was, on the train to your hometown, holding your hand like it were a baby bird- fragile, but in need of warmth and structure.

After a few minutes, the pair of you had naturally begun to relax against each other, arms pressing together and weight being distributed more evenly. It was inevitable that your head would fall on his shoulder, and even more so that you would shoot back up, apologizing profusely.

"Oh, Shoji, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get too comfortable!" You fussed, cheeks aglow.

He simply chucked at you, serene as always. "I promise, it's alright. The more comfortable we get with one another, the better we'll sell this thing. Besides, we're barely doing anything, you act like you've never done this before." Your silence spoke volumes and he quickly came to the conclusion on his own. "Oh, my God, you've never done this before."

You hissed, shushing him as if any of the few other riders would comprehend the context of the conversation enough to understand the secret. "Okay, okay, fine! I've never held hands with anyone before, or cuddled, or kissed, or anything else! I'm eighteen and I've yet to have any firsts, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

Sensing he'd struck a nerve, Shoji decided to back off. "My bad, just figured someone like you would have some kind of romantic experience is all."

"What do you mean 'someone like me'?" you asked in an accusitory tone.

"I didn't mean anything by it!" he swore, raising his hands up again. "Just...well you're a very pretty girl, I would have assumed you'd have guys lined up miles waiting to hold your hand."

You didn't think you could ever get over how he complimented you- so matter of fact, but so suave at the same time. It made it hard for you to discern what was real and not.

"Well, I don't, okay?" you confessed. "I've never had a reciprocated crush, so I never got the chance to do anything like this. That's why my Grandma wants to see him in a relationship before she passes."

"I see," he replied simply, giving you space to continue.

"And now I'm realizing most of my firsts..." you paused, heart sinking will be entirely fake. Maybe this was a bad idea..."

One of Shoji's other hands took over the duty of holding your hand while the other set of arms wrapped around you in a protective wing. "Hey, don't think of it like that." He said comfortingly. "Technically, if it's pretend, it shouldn't count, right?" He rationalized, trying to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head that told him he wasn't good enough to be any of your firsts. "You can still save those moments for someone special."

You thought about what he said for a moment before speaking again. "I guess that's true, but will it still feel the same?"

"I don't think I can tell you that, (Y/N)." Shoji chuckled nervously. "I think that's for you to discover on your own." He readjusted his posture, feeling you relax against his side, prompting him to do the same. "But if you ever want someone to practice with, I'm your guy..." He thought allowed, barely audibly.

Your face burned at his words, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. This 'practice' was nice, and it wasn't like you were doing anything wrong, just some light cuddling on the train. Your mind began to wonder what other things he might be able to practice with you. "Shoji...?"

He hummed in response, one of the ends of his arms morphing into an ear that rested on your shoulder to hear you better. "Do you think we should practice...more things? Y-You know, just to make the act more convincing?" you asked anxiously, eyes glued to your lap as you awaited his response.

"What did you have in mind?" he muttered, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks under his mask.

"W-Well.." you stammered, struggling to find footing on what you wanted to say. "We hug all the time, and we've already held hands and cuddled so I guess that leaves..."

"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked, cutting straight to the point.

You shrunk at his blunt nature, one hand in his and the other gripping the fabric over your knee to ground you. "W-Well uhm," you stuttered, unsure of what you were even trying to articulate at this point. All you knew was that you wanted it, but it felt wrong in a way. "I-I've never..."

"Doesn't have to be a real kiss, doesn't count, remember?" He said, cooly, thumb brushing over your shoulder. "But only if you want to." You simply nodded timidly, glancing up at him to find him already staring back, usually mysterious eyes now full of comfort. Leaning in close, the pair of you began to bridge the gap, each tilting your heads in the respective direction. Your eyes fluttered shut first, giving Shoji a lovely view of you expectantly waiting for a kiss. Following suit, he let his eyes close, inching ever closer until he could feel the ghostly presence of your lips brushing against his clothed ones.

Suddenly, as he was about to firmly press his lips to yours, the train came to a stop, prompting the both of you to separate like oil and water. Your head shot up, searching for some sign of emergency, but instead, you were greeted with the familiar sight of the train station in your hometown. "W-Wha-?" you questioned, confused. "We can't already be here, it hasn't been that long."

Pulling his phone from his left pocket, Shoji clicked it on, grateful to have a distraction from the heat in his face. "6:05," he said, gathering his composure. "Been almost an hour since we left."

"Oh..." you accepted, gathering your things, ignoring how your cheeks burned. "I-I guess we must have just lost track of time..."

"Guess so..."

Part I

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Come On With The Rain

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12

WARNING! This chapter has one mention of SA. Even though its minor, if this makes you uncomfy, please read with caution!

Song Recommendation:

Looking At Me - Sabrina Carpenter

Present Day..

"Knock, knock," Isabell said, opening up the door to Alastor's room.

Upon opening the door, Isabell saw Alastor eating the remains of a dead deer.

"Isabell!" he said, seeing her. "It's marvelous to see you! Thank you for accepting my invitation."

"Thank you for invitin' me," she said, looking at the swamp. "It's quite lovely in here. The swamp reminds me a lot of New Orleans."

"That's why I put it in here, my dear," he said, taking a bite of the deer. "Oh! Where are my manners? Would you like some?"

"Thank you kindly, but I'm okay," Y/N said. "Deer meat doesn't really sit well with my stomach.

"Suit yourself," Alastor shrugged. "Are you going to the meeting today?"

"I always do," she replied. "It's a good way to get my weapons from Carmilla."

"I see," he muttered. "Well, if that's the case, would you like to walk together?"

"I was plannin' on flyin' there, but sure." Y/N said.

"Excellent!" Alastor exclaimed. "We can leave as soon as I'm done with my breakfast."

Right at that moment, the door opened, revealing Vaggie and Sir Pentious' weird egg creatures.

"Do you mind?" Isabell frowned. "We were in the middle of a conversation."

"Pentious' eggs are all over the place, and I need you two to get rid of them." Vaggie grumbled.

"Oh, well, in that case, we'd be delighted to!" Alastor said cheerfully, him and Isabell walking over to the door.

"Humanely," Vaggie said, narrowing her eyes.

"Why do you have to take the fun out of everything?" Isabell pouted.

"I suppose we can take care of that on our outing today," Alastor said, the two of them walking out of the room.

"What do you think they're doin' at the hotel?" Isabell asked.

Her and Alastor were currently walking, the egg creatures walking behind them.

"Nothing too important, I would hope," Alastor replied

"Do you use those wings for flying?" one of the eggs asked.

Isabell ignored it, continuing to walk further.

"I like your suit," another one of them said.

Isabell and Alastor continued to ignore them.

"Why do your eyes glow red?"

"What are the antlers for?"

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Are those your ears? Or is it your hair? I can't tell!"

Over and over, those stupid little egg creatures would not shut up. Isabell felt that if they said another word, she was going to put her remains on her toast. She looked over at Alastor and saw that his eye was twitching, confirming that he felt the same way she did.

"Hark, Isabell, Alastor." said a dark, low voice. "How fare thee this day?"

"Zestial!" Isabell said in surprise. "It's so wonderful to see you!"

"Tis well to behold thee also, Isabell." Zestial replied.

"Who's that?" one of the eggs asked. "Want me to rough him up for you?"

"Follow in silence if you value your shell," Alastor said. "Greetings Zestial!"

"Oh, holy shit!" Isabell heard from behind her, making her giggle.

Zestial laughed. "Ah, the weather doth become this fine day."

"Mhmm," Isabell agreed. "It looks like we'll be gettin' some acid rain this afternoon."

"If our luck doth hold!" Zestial said. "I do revel in screams. How art thou, Alastor?

The three of them, along with the little eggs, began to walk.

"It has been an age since thou hath graced us with thy presence," Zestial said. "Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to holy arms."

Alastor laughed. "Oh, my dear Isabell, why didn't you tell me about all of this. It would of been a good laugh to hear about."

"I didn't want to bring up somethin' that wasn't my business," Isabell crossed her arms.

"Oh, well, I just took a well-earned sabbatical. Nothing serious," Alastor said. "Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes."

Zestial chuckled. "There too hath been rumor thy's involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy." he said. "Tell me, how does thou fall in such folly?"

"That is for us to know," Alastor said, twirling his cane. "But please, do guess. We'd love to know the theories."

Zestial chuckled. "T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your minds, Alastor, Isabell." he said. "Thou hath been naught but enigmas since thy manifested in this realm."

"Comin' from someone as old as you, I take that as quite the compliment." Isabell smirked.

Finally, the three of them arrived to their destination. An alleyway with a dumpster almost overflowing with trash, and four silver and red elevators.

Isabell, Alastor, and Zestial got into one of their elevators, the eggs trying to get in with them.

"No, no. I have a very important task for you." Alastor said to them. "Stay here and guard the front until we return."

The elevator doors closed and the platform started to go up.

Isabell noticed that one of the little egg creatures were in there with them, pounding on the glass. Isabell decided that this situation was too stupid to care about.

The elevator reached the top floor, the three of them, along with the egg, stepping out.

Walking towards the conference room, Isabell saw many of her Overlord friends. She caught Rosie's eye, the two of them smiling at each other, Rosie winking at her when she saw Alastor by her side.

Walking into the conference room, Isabell sat at the end of the table, next to Alastor.

"Welcome, Hell sovereign overlords," Carmilla said as everybody got seated. "I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest."

"Zestial, so good to see you my friend." Carmilla said.

"Enchanted as always, Carmilla." Zestial said, sipping on his tea.

"Isabell, what a pleasure to see you," Carmilla said. "I hope my weapons are being of good use to you."

"The pleasure is always mine, Carmilla," Isabell smiled. "And your weapons are being of magnificent use to me, as always."

"I'm glad," Carmilla smiled, her eyes trailing next to Isabell in surprise. "Alastor?"

"Yes, I know I've been absent some time," Alastor said. "I'm sure you've all been wondering."

"Not really," Carmilla said bluntly. "But welcome back in any case."

Seeing the look on Alastor's face made her giggle.

"This year's extermination was brutal," Carmilla continued. "Far more even than years past. We have assessed that about sixteen percent of the population was lost." she said, pointing at a graph displayed on the projector.

"With the angelic legions now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we-"

Right at that moment, the door opened.

"Yes, I've got it handled, Vox," said an annoying British voice. "Are you doubting me? Really? Me? That's what I thought."

'Seriously?' Y/N internally groaned. 'No way am I putting up with this fucking cunt today.'

"Yes, I know. They're all a joke." the voice aid, looking Y/N dead in the eyes. "Thank you, Vee. See you soon. Kisses, darling."

"Nice of you to join us, Velvette." Carmilla said in a bored tone. "Will your...colleagues be joining?"

"No. They have better shit to then listen to an old windbag who thinks she's tough shit," Velvette said, scrolling on her phone. "I'm here to represent."

"Charming," Carmilla said. "So, as I was saying, we need to discuss-"

Carmilla got interrupted by Velvette raising her hand.

"What now?" Y/N groaned.

Velvette gave you a dirty look before continuing.

"On the subject of discussion..." she said.

Velvette brought out an angels head, throwing in on the table, it's golden blood spilling everywhere.

Everyone gasped in surprise.

"Woah, holy shit," Y/N mumbled.

"Oh, tasty!" Alastor said.

'Of course he would say something like that.' Y/N thought.

"Where did you get this?" Carmilla asked.

"We found it during extermination day," Velvette answered. "If these Holy Rollers can be killed, the game has changed. We can take the fight to them," she said, getting up onto the table.

"The boys and I have come up with a full assault plan-"

She was interrupted by the sound of Zestial slurping on his tea.

Everyone went silent. It went on longer than it needed to.

"If it true thee and thy colleagues desire to war, with such meagre proof, thou art far more foolish than I be thought." Zestial said.

"Meagre proof? It's a dead fucking exorcist," Velvette scoffed. "I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive. You going blind old man?"

"We know not how this perished," Zestial explained. "Mayhaps t'was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing, mightn't they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising?" he finished, slamming his fist on the table.

There were murmurs of agreement from everybody but Velvette.

"Oh, I get it," Velvette smirked. "So, grandpa is too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right?"

"Oh. What's the matter, fossil?" Velvette asked, getting in Zestial's face. "Too senile to make a real power grab for-"

"Stop this instant!" interrupted Carmilla. "You better show some repsect! I will not let anyone speak to Zestial that way!"

"Did you expect us to sit back and take your insolent and brazen display without any consequence!?" Carmilla shouted.

Velvette laughed. "You've got it twisted. I'm not the one who needs a new attitude. No one tells me how to act, I will do nothing less than what I please. Are you mad that I have no respect? Well it's 'cause no one could respect this."

"Since when are Overlords too scared to fight?" Velvette slammed on the table.

"You've lost your relevance," Velvette said to Zestial.

"We can't act without more intelligence," Zestial reasoned.

Velvette groaned. "Ugh, no wonder I'm so respectless. I could eat you all for breakfast."

"You and the Vees and inane are uninformed," Carmilla snarled. "Just a bunch of smug wannabees who don't heed when you've been warned!"

"Aw, did I strike a nerve?" Velvette mocked. "'Cause when I brought out the angel's head, I couldn't help but notice that your ugly wrinkled face was turning red!"

"And why are you avoiding war?" Velvette said, walking towards Carmilla. "That's what the guns you sell are for."

"Thanks to me being respectless, one thing I'm starting to suspect is, do you know why this angel's headless?" Velvette asked, getting in Carmilla's face. "Do you have a disclosure?"

"This meeting is over!" Carmilla suddenly shouted.

The room was completely silent. Carmilla and Velvette silently glaring at each other.

"That was a productive meeting!" Alastor said.

Y/N kicked him under the table.

"Now's not the time to make snarky comments, Al." Y/N mumbled.

"Hmph, fine," Velvette said, walking out of the conference room. "Safe travels back to the nursing home, fuckers! Kiss my ass!"

"What the hell?" Zeezi laughed. "We just got here!"

"Carmilla, are you alright?" Y/N asked, getting out of her seat.

"Yes, I'm fine," Carmilla said quickly. "I'm sorry Y/N, but you're going to have to get your weapons another time."

"No need to apologize, my friend," Y/N smiled. "Just let me know what a good time to stop by is."

"Thank you for understanding," Carmilla said before heading into the next room with Zestial and her daughters.

Y/N walked out of the room.

"You, little egg creature, I have a job for you." she heard Alastor.

"Oh! Yes boss!" the egg said.

"Follow them,"

"What are you up to, Alastor?" Y/N asked as the little egg went into the room.

"Whatever do you mean, my dear?" Alastor asked innocently, the two of them stepping into the elevator.

"I know that face, you're up to somethin'." Y/N replied.

"You know, it truly wounds me that you don't have any trust in me." Alastor chuckled.

The elevator reached the ground floor. The rest of the little egg creatures waiting for them, playing in the dumpster.

"Oh! This smells like fun!" one egg said.

"I love garbage!" another one said.

"So, what did you the show up there?" Alastor asked, leaning on the dumpster.

"So entertainin'," Y/N sarcastically said. "This is why I didn't want the Vees to come, 'cause then shit like that happens."

"I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna fly into that stupid tower and find all three of those little piss stains and elongate their stupid fuckin' necks and-"

"As much as I would love to hear the rest of that," Alastor interrupted. "It seems our little friend has arrived."

"Lovely," Y/N muttered.

The little egg creature stepped out of the elevator, Alastor stopping him with his cane.

"So, what did you hear?" he asked.

"The old guy w-was all 'you're not yourself. you're the one that killed the angel.' A-A-And then she was all 'whatever it takes!'" the egg creature ranted.

"What was that last part you said?" Y/N asked.

"She killed the angel?" the egg creature said.

"Very interesting," Y/N mumbled.

"Let's keep this between just the three of us, shall we?" Alastor said, part of his demon form coming out.

"Oh, yes boss!" the egg said quickly.

"So, should we head back to the hotel?" Alastor asked.

"You go on ahead without me," Y/N said, stretching out her wings. "I have somethin' I need to take care of first."

"Ah, I see," Alastor said, a wicked grin on his face, knowing that Y/N was about to do. "I shall tell Charlie that you will be back later."

"Thank you kindly, Al," Y/N said, before soaring into the sky, looking for a very specific neon tower.

Alastor watched, breathless, a small genuine smile coming onto his face, before leading the little egg creatures back to the hotel.

"Can I help you?" the assistant asked, not looking up from her computer.

"Ah, yes, I would like to talk to Vox," Y/N said.

"Sorry, but Mr. Vox is in a very important meeting," the assistant replied, still not looking up from the computer.

"Important, my ass," Y/N mumbled. "Vox is just probably gettin' dicked down by Val."

"I'm sorry, but I really need to see him. It's a very important matter." Y/N said, getting annoyed.

"Yeah, well he's fuckin' busy," the assistant snapped, STILL not looking away from the computer.

"Okay listen up you underpaid whore," Y/N said, reaching over and grabbing the assistant's hair.

The assistant's eyes widened in fear, now seeing that the person she was talking to was Y/N.

"I don't care how busy Mr. Vox is. If you don't let me in that office right fuckin' now, I will record myself tearing out your organs and eating them while you're still alive. Do I make myself clear?" Y/N growled, her eyes glowing red and blood dripping from her chin.

"Y-Yes, of course, my a-apologies," the assistant stuttered.

"Thank you kindly," Y/N said, returning to her normal form, letting go of the assistant's hair.

Not to Y/N's surprise, upon opening the door, she saw Valentino and Vox, heavily making out, Vox sprawled across the desk.

"Aw, you guys are back together," Y/N said in sickly sweet voice, making Valentino and Vox jump up in surprise. "I wonder how long you two will last this time."

"What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing here?" Valentino snarled.

"What? I can't stop by and say hello to my ex fiancé?" Y/N feigned innocence, walking in the office. "You really think too low of me, Valentino."

"Could you give me and Y/N a minute alone, Val?" Vox asked, readjusting himself.

"Of course, amorcito~" Valentino purred, stepping out of the office, not before giving Y/N a dirty look.

The room was quiet for a moment.

"So," Vox smirked. "Have you come crawling back? I knew it would happen eventually."

"Oh, cut the shit Vox," Y/N snarled. "I want you stop using your stupid drones to spy on the hotel."

"And what will you do if I don't?" Vox asked.

"You are so fuckin' creepy," Y/N snapped. "I get wanting to spy on me, and maybe even Al, 'cause you've always had a hard on for him for some fuckin' reason, but no one else at that hotel deserves to have your creepy ass spyin' on them!"

Speaking of Alastor," Vox snapped, standing up. "You seem to have gotten really close to him lately. Are you going to bend over for him too? You filthy fucking slut!"

"Don't you dare talk about Alastor like that!" Y/N screamed. "And you're one to talk. Literally two days before we were supposed to get married, I find out that you've literally been plowing some pompous moth pimp half of the time we were together!"

"What? Jealous 'cause you weren't the one getting plowed by me?" Vox said, walking over to Y/N.

"And don't pretend that if you didn't find about me and Val, that we would still be together." Vox said, grabbing onto Y/N's wrist.

"Get your fucking hand off me, Vox!" Y/N snarled, yanking her hand out of his grip.

"What? You've always liked it rough," Vox purred. "Remember how good I used to fuck you? How you would scream my name night after night? I bet Alastor wouldn't even compare to me."

"I don't know, maybe I'll have to test that out," Y/N smirked.

"What?" Vox gasped.

"You heard me," Y/N said. "Going back to what you said earlier, I would totally bend over for Alastor. I bet he would fuck me way better then you ever could. I bet he would make me arch my back just by a simple touch. I bet-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Vox screamed.

"Fuck this," Y/N snapped. "I don't even know why I ever bothered with you. You can't get down on one knee and tell me that you love me more then anything when your gettin' your dick sucked by a guy who gets off by watching rape porn."

Y/N began to walk out of the room.

"Don't you dare leave this fucking room, Y/N," Vox growled.

"Fuck off, Vox," Y/N calmly said.

And then she walked out of the building, flying to the hotel, leaving Vox alone and stunned.

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD THIS

IVE BEEN SO BUSY WITH MOVING INTO MY NEW HOUSE

i promise i'll be uploading more frequently

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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