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coolemmasulivan2 · 1 year ago

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It's Always You

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: You and Lando share a mutual attraction, but you've kept things professional due to career implications. However, after his first win race, things may change, blurring the lines between friendship and something more.

Word count: 6013

Author's note: First time writing about Lando. I started writing this on the day of the Miami Sprint and then when he won the next day I told myself I would publish it. Tell me what you think.

It's you, it's always you Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you So please don't break my heart, don't tear me apart

Miami heat wrapped around you like a steamy August day and even if American tracks weren't your thing, the paddock was definitely one of your favourites.

Working with McLaren since 2019 felt like winning the lottery. Travel, new faces, and a taste of different cultures – it was everything you dreamed of. Hospitality put you in the middle of it all – the team, the fans, even the families. Being young, you clicked quickly with the drivers: Carlos and Lando from the start, and Oscar when he joined.

Carlos was your rock, a protective older brother even after his move to Ferrari. Daniel was a blast, always making you laugh with his great sense of humor, and Oscar's calm personality mirrored yours. He became your trackside best friend, sharing everything over coffee and off-track adventures with his girlfriend, Lily.

Then there was Lando. Your relationship with Lando was different. Unlike Carlos, you saw him not as a brother, but as a friend... friends that had feelings for each other.

He was shy at first, stealing glances when you weren't looking. But time made his shyness disappear. Flirting became his game, playful touches here and there and unexpected hugs wherever he felt like it. You ignored the signs until his confession left you speechless in the middle of the night in Monaco.

"I have something I need to tell you." He said.

It was 2020. Monaco was hot that night. Everyone at the team dinner was buzzing about the upcoming classic Monaco Grand Prix. Like always, after the dinner, Lando offered to walk you back to the hotel where the team was staying – nothing new. You even joked about Carlos doing the same thing.

Like all the other times, you didn't think much about the gesture. It was something he used to do, and in your head, it was just a friend helping the other. After all, Carlos did it from time to time. Why should it be any different with Lando?

"What's up?" You asked, the streetlights shining on his face. "Getting nervous about the race? The car feels amazing, right?"

Lando messed with his hair. Your voice, normally like music to him, made him forget what to say. "Uh, no, not the race."

"Then what is it? Now I'm the one freaking out." You tried to lighten the mood with a laugh. "Did you lose your house key again? You're not staying with me."

He wished you'd just be quiet. "Fuck, Y/N!" He blurted out. "I like you." The words came out fast, just like his orange F1 car. Did you hear him right? When he saw the surprise on your face, he knew you had. "I, uh, I mean more than a friend." He stammered. "Like, a lot. You're always in my head, even in my dreams. All the fucking time. I can't even look at other girls because you're all I see. I just had to tell you. I couldn't keep it in any longer."

You suddenly froze, your heart pounding like a drum solo. Time seemed to slow down, with only the two of you and the warm glow of the streetlights as the real things around. You wanted to speak, but the words simply wouldn't come out.

"Please say something!" Lando begged, his voice shaky. "Anything! Even if you don't like me back, just tell me. But don't let this mess up our friendship!"

It didn't destroy your friendship, but it sent your world spinning. You realized your little crush on the driver was a full-blown fire, and with each passing year, the flames only licked higher. But every time Lando flirted, the same words you had said to him tumbled out: "It's inappropriate."

He hated those words. He'd always argue with you about it. "Come on, I like you and I know you like me too. I know it! Who cares about work? We can keep it quiet. It can be our secret." He always had a solution for every worry, but you remained strong.

You wanted to believe that you could remain strong.

The problem was, your feelings were turning into a rebellion. Keeping them bottled up was a losing battle, and you weren't sure how much longer you could resist the pressure from the driver.

Lando strutted into the paddock beside you, his black clothes and crisp white shirt doing nothing to hide his cocky grin. "Finally figured out why I haven't won a race yet." He announced, his cologne a heady wave in your direction.

You peeked over your sunglasses. "Oh yeah, Sherlock? What's the conclusion?"

He leaned close, his voice a low rumble. "No good luck kiss from you, that's what! Maybe we should fix that? Make it a tradition if it works."

A laugh escaped you. "So it's my fault, huh?"

"Exactly!" He grinned. "And if I lose again without a kiss, everyone's gonna hear about it."

"That's your best shot at flirting?" You teased. "Seriously, Lando, you're terrible."

A playful smirk tugged at his lips. He draped his arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the McLaren hospitality area. "The only girl I flirt with is you, love. Guess you'll have to show me how to improve."

Heat flooded your cheeks, betraying your fake indifference. Lando wasn't an idiot. He knew you felt the same way, a truth as clear as the Miami sunshine.

A booming voice shattered the playful tension. "Whoa there, puppet, keep your hands off of her!"

Carlos emerged behind you, clad in his new Ferrari blues. You turned to see him glaring at Lando, who simply scoffed and moved away, the arm around your shoulder replaced by Carlos's protective arm.

He leaned down, a quick peck on your head followed by a wink aimed at Lando, who rolled his eyes with a playful huff.

"Or what?" Lando challenged.

Carlos pretended to consider, then grinned. "Or I'll run you off the track at the race. And don't even think about getting jealous. It's a bad look on you."

Agree to disagree, you thought. Jealousy did look good on him. The way he tapped his foot impatiently, the way he chewed his lip with a focused intensity – those were the subtle giveaways that made your heart skip a beat.

"Leave him alone, Sainz!" You swatted playfully at Carlos' chest, the contact sending a blush blooming across your cheeks.

"Oh, look who's defending the love bird." He teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You blushed once again. "Shut up." You whispered.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lando fighting a smile as you continued towards McLaren hospitality. A quick goodbye to Carlos later, you disappeared inside, ready for your daily tasks. Lando watched you go, his gaze lingering long after you were out of sight.

When he finally turned back to his friend, Carlos was waiting, arms crossed, a knowing smirk plastered across his face. "What?"

"Ugh, the both of you." Carlos rolled his eyes. "All this mooning and staring, it's getting pathetic. Just take her out, will you?"

Lando sighed. "I've been trying for years. It's always 'inappropriate.'"

"Well, try harder!" Carlos pressed. "Last thing you need is someone else catching her eye."

Lando's playful demeanor vanished. "What do you mean?" He pressed, a sudden seriousness tightening his features. Carlos simply offered him a pat on the shoulder before walking away, leaving Lando with a gnawing sense of unease. "Hey, what do you mean?"

The sprint had been a disaster. It all ended so quickly that it didn't give him enough time to think, no chance to catch Max and the others at the front. To make matters worse, the Stewards imposed a heavy fine of €50,000 for crossing the track while the rave was still ongoing.

Later, back at the hotel, he was torn between feeling exhausted and frustrated. A cold shower did little to wash away the bitter taste of defeat. He pulled on fresh clothes and collapsed onto the bed. Closing his eyes, he focused on the tension leaving his body, hoping for a moment of peace.

A loud ringing sound shattered the silence and startled him out of his daze. He groaned as he searched for his phone, buried somewhere in the crumpled sheets.

Y/n: Hey, Oscar and I are planning to watch a movie and grab some food. Wanna join us? We're in my bedroom.

Lando smile, looking at your text.

Lando: You know I like you. You shouldn't tell me when you have other guys in your bedroom. It breaks my heart.

Although he couldn't see you, he was certain you were rolling your eyes after reading his message.

Y/n: Shut up and get your ass here.

A laugh escaped Lando's lips as he pushed himself out of bed. He stalked over to the mirror, running a hand through his damp curls. With a flick of the switch, the room dropped into darkness, and Lando walked out of his room.

Your room was on a different floor, but soon a familiar knock came at your door. Your heart kicked into a familiar rapid-fire beat as you swung the door open.

"Hi!"

"Hey, beautiful." He cupped your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Osc!" He jumped in your bed and in one smooth motion, he snagged a chip from the bowl you'd set on the nightstand.

"Hey. What do you feel like watching?" He quickly looked through your Netflix library, skipping over the typical romantic comedy options.

"Anything but that mushy stuff." Lando declared, earning a playful jab from you.

"Take your shoes off the bed, Lando!"

He chuckled, kicking off his sneakers. He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze lingering on you for a second too long. You were a black Simpsons shirt and matching sporty shorts, your bare feet resting comfortably on the cool sheets. A small anchor could be seen on your ankle, sparking his imagination about what other hidden treasures lay beneath your clothes.

The spell was broken by a knock on the door. With a quick smile, you ran toward the door, returning moments later with a stack of takeout boxes.

You settled next to Lando on the bed, while Oscar sprawled out at the foot like a contented cat. With the Avengers movie playing softly in the background, you devoured your food, a comfortable silence settling around the three of you.

Two hours passed by quickly as the credits rolled. Oscar groaned and got off the bed. You mimicked his stretch, feeling the pleasant ache of a relaxed evening.

"Looks like someone's having a sleepover!" Oscar teased, pointing a playful finger at Lando. The driver was sprawled across your pillow, a peaceful look on his face.

A soft gasp escaped your lips. "Oh, Lando!" you whispered, torn between amusement and a flicker of panic. He looked undeniably adorable, a mess of soft curls framing his face. You glanced at Oscar, who was already pulling on his sneakers. "We have to wake him up, right?"

Oscar chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "We? Seems pretty comfy to me, Y/N. Let the man enjoy his rest." He started towards the door, but you reached out.

"Wait, where are you going? He can't stay here." Panic bubbled in your chest. The thought of him sleeping in your bed sent shivers down your spine.

"So wake him up!"

Your cheeks flushed crimson. "I… I don't want to wake him." The words came out a soft mumble, barely audible.

Oscar leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Then don't. Trust me, asleep is the only state he'll stay put. Besides, wouldn't you rather wake up to a grateful cuddle buddy in the morning?"He winked, leaving you speechless, alone with the British driver.

Oh my god, you screamed to yourself.

You tiptoed around the room, unsure of your next move. Finally, drawn by a strange magnetism, you found yourself kneeling by the bed.

Lando's serene face was illuminated by the soft bedside lamp. His chest rose and fell gently in sleep, a single black curl escaping the gentle mess of his hair.

An irresistible urge to touch him washed over you. Without thinking about it, your fingers reached out, tentatively brushing against the perfect curl. As if sensing the intrusion, Lando stirred, and his brow furrowed slightly. You quickly retreated to the bathroom, heart pounding as you slammed the door carefully behind you.

Leaning against the door, you let out a shaky breath. You hurriedly changed into pyjamas, suddenly aware of how thin they felt compared to your day clothes. But it was hot, and you hadn't brought anything else.

Peeking through the crack in the door, you peeked out, praying for the best. Relief flooded you when you saw Lando, thankfully still asleep, but now facing the other side of the bed.

You were wondering if that little couch in the corner was worth sleeping on. It looked quite small and uninviting. Sleep on that uncomfortable excuse of furniture, or share the bed with Lando? The answer, realistically, was obvious.

You climbed in, scooting over as far as possible to create a respectable amount of distance from the body next to you. Sleep, thankfully, came quickly. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the day, or perhaps the unexpected warmth and sense of security that came with having Lando beside you, but you drifted off faster than usual.

Sunlight, snuck into the room, painting stripes across Lando's face. He blinked, momentarily disoriented. Hadn't he closed those curtains last night? He sat up, surprise jolting through him as he realized he wasn't in his own bed.

Even more shocking was the sight beside him. You, cuddle against him, your thin pyjamas offering little to make him look away. One of your legs peeked out from under the discarded sheet, and Lando felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the morning sun.

What in the world? How had he ended up, tangled in your sheets? A quick glance around revealed his phone abandoned on the nightstand. It was still early, but Jon would be expecting him in his room soon. He needed to get out, get cleaned up and get ready for the day. But leaving felt like ripping himself away from something precious.

He stole a glance at you. Your face, relaxed and peaceful, was turned towards him. A stray strand of hair tickled your cheek. Hesitantly, he reached out, tucking it behind your ear. The touch, light as a feather, was enough to stir you awake.

Lando didn't flinch and when you fluttered your eyes open, his face was inches away. A wave of yearning swept through you, a desire for more mornings waking up beside him.

"Did I die and go to heaven last night?" His voice, husky with sleep, sent shivers down your spine.

"You fell asleep." You admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "And I didn't have the heart to wake you up."

"Right." He breathed the word out, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. His hand reached out, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that both surprised and delighted you. A blush crept up your neck as he murmured, "Lucky me." Then, a sigh escaped his lips. "I have to go. Jon will be at my room any minute."

You nodded and smiled, despite the disappointment tugging at your heart. You watched as he hesitately rose, groaning at leaving your bed. His hair was a mess of adorable curls, and his rumpled clothes added a touch of vulnerability that made him look even more adorable.

He grabbed his phone and sneakers and then paused, a playful smirk on his face. "So, about that lucky kiss for good luck?" He teased, a hint of hope lacing his voice. "We already slept together!"

"Go!" You muttered.

"Fine, fine." He chuckled. "See you later, love."

He turned towards the door, and an impulsive urge surged through you. Before you could overthink it, you were out of bed and racing towards him. He reached for the doorknob, but you were faster, grabbing his arm and spinning him around.

For a moment, confusion clouded his features, but it quickly melted into surprise as you planted a kiss on his cheek. It was a chaste kiss, lingering just a beat too long to be considered entirely platonic. When you pulled away, his eyes held a mixture of shock and something deeper.

"There's your lucky kiss." You whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "Now go."

Lando stood speechless for a moment, the kiss still tingling on his skin. Then, a slow smile spread across his face "Today is a day full of opportunities." He declared.

With one last lingering look, he opened the door and disappeared into the hallway. You leaned against the wall, your heart pounding against your ribs.

You had never felt more nervous before in a race. At the start, it seemed like Oscar could give Verstappen a run for his money, but then the safety car came out and it felt like you were barely moving until the end of the race, with Lando being P1. It wasn't until the checkered flag waved that you finally exhaled, a shaky breath that escaped with a nervous laugh.

The McLaren hospitality buzzed with excitement. Lando had finally done it. His first F1 victory, a triumph long overdue. You joined the celebrations, a wide smile plastered across your face, not just for the team, but for Lando himself. It was a moment he deserved.

"Great race, Oscar!" You exclaimed as the Australian driver entered the hospitality area and hug you. "You had Red Bull sweating for a while there!"

He chuckled, pulling you into a brief hug. "Thanks, Y/N. I gave it my all, but the real winner tonight is Lando." He winked. "I'm sure your champion will be here any minute, looking for his girl."

You slapped his arm playfully, a blush creeping up your neck. "Don't say that in here!"

"Everybody knows." He whispered back.

As if on cue, Lando appeared. His eyes scanned the room, a triumphant grin splitting his face when they landed on you. You saw as he and Oscar hugged each other and the rest of the team.

He weaved his way through the crowd, a trail of congratulations and backslaps following him, but it was you he was drawn to. Everyone else faded into the background as he reached you, his victory grin melting into a tender smile reserved only for you.

You welcomed him into a hug, a sweet and loving embrace. He buried his face in your neck, the scent of champagne and his signature cologne an intoxicating mix.

"We did it!" He murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

"You did it!" You corrected, pulling back to cup his face. "I'm so proud of you."

Everyone was engaged in their own celebrations as he took your hand. He led you away from the loud crowd, a silent understanding passing between you. As you slipped inside his driver's room, he locked the door behind him, a thrill of nervousness ran through you.

He closed the distance between you, his eyes roaming your face before settling on your lips. With a tender touch, he cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a seductive path across your lips.

"Please!" He pleaded, his voice low and urgent. "Just this once…" You knew exactly what he craved.

"Lando--" You began.

"Please!" He repeated, his voice laced with a desperation that mirrored your own.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. A part of you, the part that had spent months pushing him away, hesitated. But the other part yearned to give in. You nodded.

He cupped your face in his hands and pressed you against the wall. The next moment, his lips were on yours, the taste of champagne a sweet surprise against yours. The kiss was hungry and desperate. You clung to his fireproof shirt. The world melted away, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of his lips moving against yours. All the reasons you'd held back faded away.

But just as the kiss deepened, a knock on the door jolted you both back to reality. You broke away, gasping for breath.

Lando groaned. "Yeah?" The voice from the other side told him they were expecting him. Lando rolled his eyes. "Just give me a minute."

When you heard the footsteps fade away, you reached for the doorknob, but Lando's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist.

"Stop it, Lando." You whispered.

"Don't!" He pleaded. "You can't tell me you didn't like it. I could feel it, Y/N. Don't deny it."

"I'm not denying it." You admitted your voice barely a whisper. "But you know why this can't happen."

Lando's jaw clenched. "It's NOT inappropriate! Look," he said, his voice softer now, "I waited this long for my first win. I can wait for you, just as long."

He cupped your jaw and before you could react, he leaned in and kissed the corner of your lips. He unlocked the door in one swift motion and stepped out, leaving you breathless.

You'd politely declined Lando's after-party invitation at the strip club near the hotel. You weren't the nightclub type, and deep down, Lando knew that. You assured him that you hadn't rejected it because of the kiss, but the way the call ended, left a pit in your stomach.

"He's mad! I know it." You mumbled to Oscar, who sat beside you at the hotel bar. The rest of the team was split between a game of darts in the back and loud conversations over drinks by the pool. "He didn't say 'bye, love' or 'see you later, beautiful', we just said bye."

Oscar facepalmed as he looked at his drunk best friend rambling about their mutual friend who was likely doing the same thing at the party.

"You're his friend, Y/N, not his girlfriend." He teased, sending a blush creeping up your cheeks. You stammered a reply, but the words got tangled up in your throat. "He's probably getting lucky tonight." He continued. "Deserves it after that win."

The implication hit you like a punch to the gut. "Lucky? You think he'll...?"

A mischievous glint danced in Oscar's eyes. "Oh, absolutely."

You downed the last of your drink, feeling a hollowness in your chest. "Good for him." You mumbled, the words lacking conviction.

Oscar groaned, frustration etching lines on his forehead. "Jesus, Y/N! The only girl he wants to get lucky with is you. Stop playing these mind games and making yourselves miserable!"

You rested your head on your hand, a wave of emotions crashing over you. "Oscar," You confessed, looking him straight in the eye. "I really like him. Like, never liked anyone this way before."

A slow smile spread across his face. "Then do something about it."

Lando was having the best time of his life, celebrating his first win with his friends. He felt his chest vibrate with every beat of the bass, as he laughed with his friends. Despite the fun he was having, he was also experiencing a dull ache. Your absence stood out.

He'd downed a few too many drinks to drown the disappointment steaming inside. When you declined the club invitation, his frustration boiled over into a harsh goodbye, which he quickly regretted.

"Did you see who just walked in?" Max shouted into his ear over the loud music.

"What?" Max pointed towards the entrance, causing a frown to appear on Lando's forehead.

Your arrival sent a jolt through him, he felt a surge of adrenaline and his earlier frustration vanished as a smile stretched across his face.

"Go get your girl, champ!" Max patted his shoulder with a wink.

Lando needed no further encouragement. He navigated his way through the crowd, his eyes fixed on you.

You scanned the room with a hint of apprehension. Even in your tipsy state, a voice of reason whispered in your head, questioning this impulsive move.

Just as you turned to leave, a warm hand closed around your wrist. You didn't need to see his face to know who it was. His familiar touch sent a familiar spark across your skin.

He wore a playful smirk, but his eyes held a hint of concern. "I thought you weren't coming."

You tried to appear casual, but your voice betrayed you. "I wasn't."

"How much did you have to drink?" He asked you, and you furrowed your eyebrows. How did he know what you had been doing? You stuttered in response, unsure of what to say. "Did Oscar let you come here drunk?"

"I'm not drunk! And how do you know I've been drinking?"

"Then why the sudden change of heart?" His gaze softened, searching your face. "And Oscar's been keeping me updated."

"Why doe--"

"Why are you here, Y/n?" He asked you.

You felt your face getting hot as you looked around the club, the among of bodies suddenly overwhelming. "I, uh..." You cleared your throat, the words catching in your tight throat. "I need a drink."

As you made your way towards the bar, Lando followed closely behind. You approached the counter and asked the bartender for a drink. He nodded and began to mix your order. Lando stood by your side, looking a you.

"How did you get here? Does Oscar know?" The concern in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded and then drank the entire drink that was placed in front of you all at once. "Yes. He called me an Uber and told the guy to drop me here." Lando looked surprised as he noticed the empty glass in your hand. You hadn't intended to drink it so quickly, but your nerves got the best of you.

"Whoa, slow down there."

"I thought you wanted to celebrate!" You said to him as the bartender handed you another drink. You took it and walked away. Lando's face was adorned with a smile, but worry still lingered in his mind. Despite that, there was a sense of happiness as the night was finally complete.

You leaned heavily against Lando, his arm wrapped securely around your waist, as the elevator ride made you feel dizzy. He, somehow, seemed frustratingly sober.

"Hey," He chuckled, his voice warm despite the coolness of the metal walls. You managed a watery smile, lifting a hand to touch his cheek. "What are you thinking about?"

"Dogs." You mumbled. "Do you think they dream about bones?"

Lando's laugh filled the small space. "Maybe. I don't know beautiful."

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" You blurted out, smiling innocently.

He stopped in front of your room, his gaze holding yours. The concern that had flickered in his eyes earlier was gone, replaced by something more intense. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." A giggle erupted from your lips. Lando reacted instinctively, clapping a hand over your mouth. It was late, and the last thing they needed was a noise complaint. "Shh." He murmured. "Gotta be quiet, love."

You nodded. "Okay!"

"Where's your key?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. You shrugged, the simple action requiring more effort than you cared to admit.

"Lando?" You whined. "Sleepy..."

He cursed under his breath, scanning the empty hallway. Walking up to the front desk for a key wasn't exactly his ideal scenario.

"Alright, you're coming with me." He said gently, scooping you up in his arms. A sleepy protest tumbled from your lips, but you clung to him instinctively as he carried you back towards the elevator.

"Can we go to the beach?" You mumbled as the doors closed.

"The beach will be there in the morning." He replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "It's almost five am."

A giggle escaped you. "Naked swim?"

He cleared his throat, the sound a little rough. You'd been a delightful firecracker all night, and he was struggling to keep his cool. "The shower's a much better option right now."

The elevator doors slid open, and with a sigh, he carried you out, your head chilling against his shoulder. He fumbled with his keycard, finally pushing the door open with his foot.

In the room, he gently laid you on the bed, the soft sheets making you relax and close your eyes.

For a moment, he stood there, watching you. The urge to pull you close, to feel your warmth against him, was killing him. But your vulnerability state held him back.

"Hey, love?" He said softly, his voice laced with concern. "Can I take off your shoes?"

You mumbled something incomprehensible but managed a weak nod. He carefully removed your heels, his fingers brushing against your ankle for a fleeting moment that sent a jolt through him.

"Maybe a shower would be good." He suggested, his voice gruff. "You'll sleep better."

"With you?" She asked him, excited.

Lando, still feeling the effects of alcohol, ran his fingers through his hair, feeling hot.

"You can't imagine how much I want to say yes... But no, not tonight." You pouted. Grabbing your hands, he pulled you up. "Ask me again tomorrow!"

He gently led you to the bathroom and helped you sit down. He waited for the water to warm up, and when it was ready, he turned around. Suddenly, Lando's breath caught in his throat.

Without him realising, you had taken off your clothes. You stood bathed in the soft glow, vulnerability etched on your face, wearing only your black lace lingerie.

He tore his gaze from you. His heart beat a frantic rhythm against his ribs, mimicking the feel of the alcohol in his veins. Only if you weren't drunk...

"Are you okay?" Your voice was so gentle and innocent, nothing like it normally sounded. You reached out and touched his back. He flinched the innocent gesture a powerful trigger for his already steaming desire.

"Y/N, please!" He pleaded. "If you keep touching me..." The sentence trailed off, the implication hanging heavy in the air. The more he looked at you, the more his willpower crumbled. Shame washed over him. "Love, just take a shower. You need to sober up." He gestured to a pile of clothes on the counter. "There are some of mine there. I'll be outside when you're done."

You stayed in the shower for a while, the hot water feeling good against your skin. You weren't completely sober, the world still held a gentle sway, but the edge of drunkenness had dimmed.

Stepping out, you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel Lando had left out.

As you dried your hair, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Even in the state of mind you were, you knew you were going to regret it in the morning. You put on the clothes he had left you and shoved the feeling down.

Lando, scrolling through his phone on the bed, looked up when the bathroom door creaked open. Relief washed over him as he saw you wrapped in his clothes.

"Feeling better?" He asked. You offered a small nod, leaning weakly against the doorframe. The playful energy that had fueled you earlier had dimmed, replaced by exhaustion. "Good!" He said, a hesitant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Sleepy?" You simply nodded again. He cleared his throat, the silence growing heavy in the room. "So... Are you comfortable sharing the bed, or...?"

"It's fine." You mumbled. A playful glint flickered in your eyes. "And I promise I won't, uh, bite."

Lando chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Don't get me wrong, love," He said, his voice dropping to a raspy whisper. "You could do whatever you wanted most nights, believe me. But not tonight."

He gestured to the empty spot beside him on the bed, inviting you to join him, an unspoken tension lingering in the air.

You waddled across the room, the oversized t-shirt hanging loosely on your body. Climbing onto the bed, you scooted closer to him, a nervous feeling running through you, despite the lingering effects of the alcohol still dancing through your veins.

"Can we at least...?" You trailed off, your voice barely a whisper. "You know... a goodnight kiss?

"You're a menace when you're drunk, you know that?" He teased, a playful sparkle in his eyes.

You batted your eyelashes in a way you knew usually worked. He sighed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Alright, alright!" He complied. "But on the cheek. Lips are off-limits tonight."

You couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. As he leaned in, the faint scent of his cologne filled your senses. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"Goodnight, Y/N!" He murmured, his voice sending a flutter to your heart. "Hope you'll remember this tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight, race winner." You replied, a hint of sleepiness in your voice.

Sunlight pierced through the blinds, finding your eyelids and forcing them open with a groan. Your head felt like a maraca that had been shaken all night, and your mouth tasted like a desert. Sitting up cautiously, you winced at the throbbing in the back of your head.

Memories and fragments started to come back. The kiss, the club, the dancing, Lando's strong arm around you... and then... a complete blank. Panic started to rise in your chest. What had you done? Had you said something stupid or done something worse?

The bedroom door creaked open and Lando entered, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He looked like a vision with his rumpled hair and a smile breaking out on his face as soon as he saw you awake.

"Good morning, sunshine!" He said, his voice sounding awful to your pounding head.

"Don't yell!" You mumbled. "Water?"

He chuckled, handing you a bottle of water. He sat on the edge of the bed, his concern evident in his eyes. You took a grateful sip, the cool liquid easing the dryness in your throat.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked you, sitting on the edge of the bed, his concern evident in his eyes.

You took a deep breath. "I remember... bits and pieces." You admitted, shame creeping up your cheeks. "Lando, I am sorry if I did something or said something wrong... I must have been awful. I was very, very drunk."

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Honestly? I wish you felt that comfortable around me all the time." Lando reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch sent a jolt through you. "You know how much I like you... Y/n, I'm in love with you."

Your heart hammered against your ribs at his confession. A real and pure confession.

"Lando--" You breathed, your voice thick with emotion.

He took your hand in his, his eyes filled with a gentle understanding. "I know..." He said, his voice a soothing balm. "Just know that I'll wait for you. However long it takes." He squeezed your hand.

Tears welled up in your eyes. The years of running, of pushing him away, suddenly seemed pointless. All you wanted was to be here, with him.

Leaning forward, you met his gaze. Then, you cupped his face gently and placed a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. It was a kiss filled with apology and relief.

"I'm tired of running." You whispered against his lips. "I'm in love with you too. I've always have."

Lando couldn't help but grin as you hugged him. First, the win, then the kiss and now the girl of his dreams confessing her feelings. Yeah, you could definitely say it was a very good day for Lando No Wins.

"I love you, Y/n." You smiled, a genuine, heart-melting smile.

"I love you too, Lando." You knew, at that moment, hugging the person you had been in love with for years, that you were finally home.

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possesseddesiress · 3 months ago

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The Midnight Ritual (Part One)

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

The Midnight Ritual, part one (English Version)

Don't ask me how this all started, because even I don't know.

Jacob and I were friends since high school, approximately. He was almost my best friend, we used to do everything together, and we were very trusting of each other, something that causes me even more guilt about everything that ended up happening...

I had bought a magical contraption from an esoteric store, I didn't think it would work but as the days went by, the more curious I became to try it out.

And I thought Jacob was the best way to corroborate such a thing.

Jacob's body was big, strong, charismatic and nice. He used to go to the gym a lot, was popular in high school and very friendly.

I wasn't as popular, but I wasn't invisible either. I was well known although my physique was not very above average, somewhat average. Sometimes I went out with other guys but almost never got serious, I guess my insecurity influenced a lot when it came to dating.

That magic object was supposed to give me the trust of another person, as long as he agreed.

I talked to him, nervous that he would tell me I was ridiculous or foolish. But on the contrary, he gladly agreed. 《Whatever you need, buddy》 - and we began the ritual.

Apparently nothing happened, until the first full moon came after that.

I was sleeping when I felt a strange force pull me from my body, until I was thrown into what felt like nothingness, I panicked until I breathed again, opened my eyes in fear.

I sat up in bed, breathing heavily, and I sat there for a while, trying to calm down until I felt heavier. More... Thicker?

I looked down, finding huge pecs. Thick and juicy, it was hard for me not to gasp, instead I just kept groping myself like crazy. I squeezed my new muscles, flexed my arms not believing how big they were.

Everything was so new, so strange... I didn't even notice what room I was in. I lifted my shirt, revealing a formidable six-pack, flexed my biceps again, feeling the strength and power they seemed to emanate, and without being able to control it, the relief on my pants began to rise.

Eagerly I pulled my clothes down, wrapping my hand around my new shaft. I stroked it slowly, at first, but the more I began to move it, the more anxious I began to become. My toes tensed as I gasped loudly, I was sloppy with the movements, erratic. Just stamping my hand up and down.

I was absorbed in my thoughts, blinded by pleasure, clumsy and foolish, with a fuzzy smile. Then I looked ahead, noticing the pattern of the room? Why did it look familiar? I let out a confused grunt but kept moving my hand. It wasn't until I saw the ceiling that I realized where I was, though it was too late.

I let out a choked gasp, feeling my nectar dripping down the sheets with force, some of it even ending up on my face. I took a bit to put it in my mouth, smiling at the taste.

When the euphoria subsided, I realized what was happening. I noticed more of my body, observing the reliefs until I noticed a bracelet on my right arm. It was identical to one I had given Jacob some time ago, and he never took it off.

Shit, shit, shit.

I stood up suddenly, turned on the light to reveal my friend's room, then stood in front of the mirror, noticing that I was now inside his body. I flexed my arms in confusion, it was all so... strange, but it still felt good. I felt powerful, strong; I flexed my arms more, enjoying the sensation of my muscles widening, I even noticed a slight scent of sweat, so I raised my arm a little more to free my access to the armpit, and inhaled with pleasure.

- Mfhh... Jeez dude, you smell good - I let out a slight chuckle, sniffing again with need.

I think that's where it all went down. Since that was seven months ago, I discovered that Jacob wasn't aware of that whole effect, he was falling asleep somewhere in his unconscious, though everything he did in his body, seemed to have repercussions for his psyche. Staying recorded as a common and ordinary habit, it was strange and a little unhinged (because I could do nothing but watch), to see him sniffing and flexing his arms like the most common thing in the world.

And what about my body? It seemed to go into an automatic mode, my "mind" was not aware that I was inside Jacob, so it treated me like him. I wasn't even aware of the magic object, it was as if only I knew that after such a ritual, I could stay in my best friend's body for a few hours, initially, I could only access it during full moons. But all of a sudden, I started to be able to do it every weekend.

It wasn't even because I wanted it or asked for it (though I certainly wasn't complaining), but I would end up in Jacob's body once one or the other fell asleep.

It was uncomfortable, as I had no control over it. One day during class, I was in chemistry class when I felt that invisible force pull me out of my body to throw me into Jacob who just fell asleep in history class.

I always tried to respect Jacob's body, to leave no trace of my presence. No mark that could affect him, living as close as I could to his initial style. But it was hard to keep my composure in such a... tempting body.

For the first few months I managed it well, but as the months progressed, the mission fell apart. The clothes my friend used to wear to work out were quite modest, loose and baggy, although one day I just couldn't take it anymore.

I put on short shorts, which showed off my new legs and my new bulge, I liked the feel of the fabric, even how others seemed to look at me. Even that day I became more exaggerated with my movements, as if I wanted to highlight more my butt in each squat, or my biceps when lifting each weight. Gosh, my chest from just walking.

And there was another change for Jacob, his closet changed drastically, now he only wore fitted clothes, tight fitting compression shirts and tiny lycra shorts that highlighted his bulge and his fat buttocks.

I was almost ogling him every day, what was I doing?!

It was as if I was transforming my friend to my most primitive desires, I was afraid to erase all traces of him. But at the same time... How could I control myself? It was automatic, I couldn't do anything; in his body things felt different, they smelled different, they even treated me differently, and that was the other point that fucked the whole thing up even more.

I had ended up at a party that Jacob was invited to, he had taken a nap and in less than five minutes I was in the driver's seat.

I dressed up to attend, wearing nothing but a blue tank top, if Jacob was already an exhibitionist, it wouldn't affect much, would it?

From the first moment I walked into the party, the vibe felt... different.

How people greeted me, the discreet touches and squeezes as I moved through the crowd. I didn't even know where to go, I was so lost that when I least expected it, I was in the middle of the room with a bottle steeped in my mouth.

- Drink, drink, drink! - what seemed to be at least 60 people were shouting in unison with excitement, apparently Jacob's body had a good stamina or a deep throat because he seemed to finish at least half of the bottle in mere seconds.

Although I started to feel dizzy - and to make matters worse, more uninhibited - I moved with some difficulty around the house until I ended up in a somewhat far corner, having a drink.

- Hey, hi.

A guy came up to me, smiling and winking. Holy shit.

I had always been gay, I knew that and everyone who knew me, I know Jacob was straight, so I tried not to do anything gay on his body, mainly so I wouldn't change that trait about him.

- Hey, how are you?

I felt a strange tingle of security, I stood in front of him, casually flexed my arm, which seemed to charm him. I didn't know if I was slurring my words but the feeling was... Strange, I don't know how to describe it exactly but it felt different than all those times I tried to flirt with someone else. It felt... Good.

In less time than I expected, we ended up kissing intensely in one of the rooms of the party, with him anxiously trying to unhook my shirt, I knew it was all wrong. I had kissed a man on Jacob's body, I was about to have something that would only close this thing I had done by accident, but the more I tried to think, the more softly that boy kissed me on my neck.

- Easy, big guy... - he murmured feeling my muscles, enjoying the volume - let me take care of it.

And then Jacob started having homosexual tendencies.

- I just don't get it, man. I mean, I don't have anything against gays, it's just... Well, it's not something that's ever happened to me, you know? I experimented before, I tried things before but I didn't feel anything, now it's like out of nowhere... I feel that urge.

- Maybe it's because you're older now and you're still discovering yourself, don't you think? - I lied shamelessly.

- Yeah, yeah... I think so, man.

Jacob became quite the casanova with the guys, I didn't know if it was because of my acting at that party or if it was just my orientation mixed with his natural charisma, but there he was... Having as many guys at his feet as he wanted, it seemed there wasn't a trace left of his former interest in women.

And that made me jealous, while, I loved the attention I was getting from the guys and the great fact that I no longer had to modulate for that part being Jacob, at the same time... It was impossible for him to notice me on his own. He only saw me as his friend, almost a brother, he couldn't even see me with those eyes if he wanted to.

At that point I guess I lost all my reasoning... But wouldn't you have done the same?

To be continued.

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I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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organic-bloodbath · 5 months ago

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Can you do a part three for Teach Ddakji to me plz

Teach Ddakji to me - Part 3

The Salesman x American!Reader

Summary: A stranger leads you towards unfolding the secrets of the man you've fallen in love with.

A/N: My people has been begging and i shall serve. Once again, i do not know what the hell i'm writing so i'm just vibing.

Part 1 - Part 2

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"I can explain," he said, putting the glasses and bottle on a side table. You kept holding the gun with your fingers.

"Yes?"

"It's only for protection, i promise," he insisted. "And it's not loaded."

You were silent, not sure exactly what to do or say.

He sighed. "When my dad was shot, i sort of got a gun to feel safer. He was killed in his own home, so getting a gun meant i could defend myself if anyone came here and tried to harm me as well."

You looked at him suspiciously, narrowing your eyes.

"I haven't used it, i swear," he promised, taking a step closer to you. You let out a sigh.

"Okay," you mumbled and shook your head. "Well, okay, i suppose."

He slowly put his hand on yours, grabbing the gun from your hold. You eventually let go of it and let him have it back.

"I can take it elsewhere if you're more comfortable then," he offered, afraid this was going to scare you away. You nodded and he went to take it to another room where you wouldn't have any business walking into.

You had never been a fan of guns. You knew people in the U.S. who had a gun at their homes but your family had never been one of those, as far as you were aware of.

You did feel bad and had sympathy for him the longer you thought about it. You couldn't imagine how bad trauma you would have if your own father was murdered, you didn't think you would be able to live anymore. You couldn't blame him for having sleepless nights and afraid for his own safety after that.

To be honest, if that happened to you, you would have gotten some sort of weapon into your home too, just in case someone would come after you too.

Soon he came back, a nervous look on his face now when he approached you slowly.

"Hopefully that didn't ruin the night?" he asked carefully and stepped in front of you.

"Do you have others in your house?" you asked. "Or like, anywhere?"

"That's the only one," he immediately swore.

He put his hand on your cheek and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. His warm touch always managed to relax and calm you down, forget all the worries in the world for a moment. He looked at you with all his love and kindness in his eyes, and you knew you could trust him.

"Let's grab the wine, hm?"

"Okay."

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He was meant to keep his work a secret from you. You couldn't find out about what he really did, no. You would instantly leave him, that was for sure, and he didn't want to think about that possibility. He only had to come up with more and more lies - but for how long? How long could he really keep up this facade around you? He had turned his back away from you for only one moment at his house and you already managed to find one of his guns.

Or would you leave him? Would you be okay with it after all? It would be so much easier to be able to explain everything to you. But he also knew he had to keep the games secret from any outsiders who wouldn't take a part in the game.

The look on your face haunted his mind the next day as well. You had looked at him in a way like you didn't know who you were dating after all.

And for the most parts, you didn't.

The look on your face had told him loud enough that he couldn't tell you about his true self – not now or in a long time.

Along with that, he had felt someone watching him outside. He wasn't sure who it could be, but he was certain that he was being followed by someone and he didn't like that feeling at all.

He had to find out who was trying to shadow him.

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The three of you were supposed to go for a dinner together soon, but your brother had to cancel last minute and changed the plans for tomorrow, making you frustrated.

"I'm so sorry, something came up," he had texted. "Let's meet up tomorrow, okay?"

There was always something that 'came up' when you tried to make plans with him. You tried to question what he meant but he wouldn't tell you, preferring to stay all secretive to his sister.

As you were driving home in the car your friend had borrowed you to use for a week, you were falling into your thoughts a little too hard, not paying as much attention to your surroundings as a good and responsible driver should have. Sooner than you realised, you were stopped by a traffic cop and had to pull over.

You saw a man look at you through the window, motioning you to roll your window down.

He said something in Korean to you which you couldn't really understand. He switched to English as he figured you were a foreigner.

"License, please?"

You grabbed it from your purse and handed it to the man.

"You were speeding a little," he stated.

"I know, i'm really sorry, i wasn't thinking."

"I'll have to write you a ticket, miss," he said seriously.

"I know," you sighed and closed your eyes, laying your forehead against your hand. "I really am sorry, i didn't mean to."

"Are you feeling alright?" the cop asked, a hint of worry in his voice – but only a little bit.

"Yeah, yeah, no problem."

Truth to be told, you weren't entirely fine. You had slept only couple of hours and had drank almost an entire a bottle of wine last night. You weren't really hangover right now, just suffered from a bad headache, for which a painkiller hadn't helped.

"Are you sure you're able to drive further?" he tried to confirm, unsure if he should just let you go with the ticket without questioning you further.

"I'm sure," you said but didn't sound believable even to your own ears.

"Could you step out of the car, please?"

You let out a deep breath and opened the door, stepping outside. He stood right in front of you, trapping you between himself and the car. He pulled a small flashlight from his pocket.

"Follow the light with your eyes."

You did as you were told, trying to act as cool as possible. You had been only once before pulled over on the road by a cop and that had been in America. You hadn't been sure if the protocols in Korea would be the same.

He turned the flashlight off and put it back into his pocket.

"Alright, you can go now," he nodded. Thank god he didn't actually believe you had been drunk driving.

Looking at his face closer, you could see that he was young and very handsome. If you weren't in a relationship and would have met him somewhere more... relaxed environment, you could imagine yourself starting a nice chat with him.

"Thank you, officer," you said politely in Korean before stepping back into the driver's seat, slipping the ticket into your purse. You tried to make atleast a little better impression with your poor Korean skills but weren't sure how correct the pronunciation really was.

"Have a good day, miss. And do pay your ticket on time."

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"Had a fun and eventful night with your man, i hope?" your roommate asked, one eyebrow up and teeth biting her lip to hide her smirk, failing on the simple task.

"Sure did," you answered and managed to make yourself smile. You wouldn't mention the gun part of the night to her, trying to brush the entire thing off your mind. "How about you? Found a hot guy at the club?"

"Oh, i definitely did," she answered. "He's some sort of a rapper, i think, though i had never heard of him. He gave me his phone number if we should catch up again some other day."

"Mhm, he gonna take you on a date?"

"Oh god no, all i want is to get into a bed with him again. He knows what he's doing," she stated seriously. "Besides, romantically i'm into more mature men, like that your hottie. Unfortunately you can't really find those men at the clubs where people our age go to."

Your roommate had met him a few times, but rather quickly, they hadn't had the chance to actually get to know each other since you didn't really bring him inside your apartment longer than a few minutes when he would come pick you up or bring you back home. But when he had met your roommate, he had acted as the most charming version of himself, like a man would act around a girl's parents when he'd meet them for the first time.

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"Okay, darling, i need to go to work for a few hours now to settle a few things," he said later that day as you were walking on the street together, his hand holding yours. He leaned down to kiss you on your lips.

"Come pick me up afterwards?" you asked with a smile.

"Of course, see you then," he smiled, pressing one more kiss on your lips, and turned his back to you, disappearing behind the next corner.

You took your phone from your pocket and was browsing a song on Spotify to listen to, until a man stopped you, stepping in front of you.

"Excuse me," the man said, making you turn around to face him. "You were with a man just a moment ago, dressed in a suit, right?"

"Um," you started, brows furrowed in confusion. "What's this about?"

"You were with a man in a suit?"

"Yes, but i-"

"Listen, i really need to find him. He's uh... a colleague of mine," he explained. "And i need to see him as soon as possible."

"Why do you need to see him?"

"We have some business to do. Work related," he quickly answered.

"Don't you have his phone number? Work phone or something?"

"I got a new phone and lost it."

"Just call to your workplace, maybe they can-"

"I don't have the time right now," he said, startling you with the tone of his voice. He noticed it and lowered his voice a little, not meaning to freak you out. "Could you just point the way, please?"

"Well, he didn't really say where he was going. Only that he had to go to work. Can't you meet him there?"

You narrowed your eyes, you could tell he acted very suspiciously. Did this man really know him? He had sounded so hesitant when telling how he knew him. Usually you weren't able to tell very easily when someone was lying to you, but right now even you could tell his behavior and reactions were too odd.

Besides, this guy was complete opposite than the man you knew, by the looks of him atleast. If they worked together and were on their way to work, you'd imagine this stranger would wear a suit too or something similar and cleaner.

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Gi-hun could tell that you were completely oblivious about the Recruiter or otherwise you were just a good actress to hide his secrets, refusing to tell his location. But you had looked completely lost with Gi-hun's approach to you and the talk about the man's work.

To be fair, he did probably look like a crazy person so he couldn't exactly blame you for not giving the information he so desperately needed.

Gi-hun hadn't thought about the Recruiter's private life, of course not, so it was strange to see a woman kiss him and hold his hand. He always seemed like only a pawn in this sick game to other people, since Gi-hun didn't even know his name either. The Recruiter always wore that same suit too, he felt like some sort of a default character in a game who had no proper development.

Which he basically was.

Gi-hun had lost his contact to the men he had hired to track down this man, until finally, his phone rang again.

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Of course you had grown too curious and suspicious about this stranger that you had to follow him wherever he was going.

Was it a good idea? Probably not, but you were still going to do it. It slowly started to rain, and of course you didn't carry an umbrella with you.

The man got a phone call, but you couldn't fully understand what he was saying since he spoke in Korean. You had studied Korean the best you could during the months you had been here and a little before you left America, but you couldn't translate complete conversations in your mind in just a few seconds. But you could hear some familiar words in the man's speech here and there. You could have probably understood more if he talked more slowly.

Where?

What?

Hotel?

Four?

The tone of his voice sounded panicked and rushed too, even more making you curious.

After a while he finished the call and put his phone back into his pocket. He started walking fast around the corner, soon starting to move faster and faster.

You quickly ran after him. You tried to make sure that he wouldn't see you if he happened to glance back over his shoulder, but you also couldn't lose the sight of him. You weren't exactly the fastest runner and would be out of breath soon, but luckily the distance to the destination wasn't too large.

Eventually, you ended up by a building, a hotel or hostel of some sorts. He went to the back of the building through a side alley, not entering through the front doors, which seemed to be locked by chains.

When you entered the hotel inside, you had lost the man, but you knew for sure that he had arrived here as well, right before you, so he couldn't be very far.

There was nobody else around, the place was totally empty, most of the lights were out and there were no sounds around you, forcing you to tiptoe even quieter not to make yourself known to anyone else possibly here. You didn't want a guard to find you trespassing, if there was one.

You started walking up the stairs, slowly and as quietly as possible, heart racing so fast you were afraid someone could hear it if they stood too close to you. You unintentionally held your breath as well out of this thick suspense what was going on.

Maybe this was completely unrelated to the man you loved. Maybe something else had come up with him and you were following a stranger somewhere private like a creep. Would this end up being a trap of some sorts?

Then, you heard speech somewhere in the fourth floor and walked towards the noise with even slower steps.

You were approaching one of the rooms where you heard two men talking to each other now much more clearly – the walls of this building seemed to be as thin as paper, since you had heard them already further away.

But then you noticed that the door wasn't closed, so you could easily open it without a sound and peek inside the room.

Two men were sitting at a table on the opposite sides, facing each other. It was that same man who had stopped you on the street. Your eyes widened on what you were witnessing right now.

He had a gun in his hand. It wasn't the same revolver which you had seen in his house.

"I used to work at the game too," he explained to the man with a calm voice. "Clearing and burning countless of bodies of people like you. I remember thinking: 'These things aren't human. They're just trash, they have no purpose in this world.' That's what i kept telling myself for a few years. One day they gave me a gun. I liked the way it felt. It was like someone had finally acknowledged my existence." He leaned back in his chair. "I don't know what year it was, but there was a man who lost, and i went over to shoot him. I recognised his face. Guess who it was?" He now leaned towards the man opposite him, his voice turning into a mere whisper, and you weren't sure if you heard it correctly or just imagined it. "My dad." You noticed a small smile lingering on his lips. "I was pointing the weapon at my very own father. And he begged me, tears in his eyes, to spare his life. You know what i did?" In under a second he lifted the gun and pointed it right towards the other man's face, who didn't even flinch. "I shot him right in the middle of his forehead and i realised: 'Huh, i guess i really am good at this'."

Your blood ran cold and all you wanted to do was to run away, but your legs refused to move at all. They shared a few more words but you couldn't concentrate on their conversation anymore. You felt like you weren't able to breathe. The ground beneath your feet was slowly failing you.

The next time you looked towards them, he pressed the gun on the man's forehead again, now actually pulling the trigger, making you slightly jump from the noise.

You were frozen on your place. What the hell were you supposed to do in this situation? Run away, confront them or call someone for help?

But as he moved the gun towards himself, inserting the gun deep inside his mouth, a playful smirk on his face, you had to act.

You tried to say something as you stepped towards the table from the shadows, finally able to make yourself move before he would be able to pull the trigger, but you couldn't get a word out of your mouth.

He let the gun slowly fall out of his mouth and his entire face turned pale like a ghost as he realised who had joined their little game. When his eyes met yours, you noticed something red on his cheek, and you instantly thought of it being someone else's blood, the same red splattered on the collar of his white shirt.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

This was the man who you had fallen in love with. A man who took you on sweet dates, took you into his warm embrace as you slept with him in the same bed, kissed you both softly and with passion... a man who opened up to you about his father's death and how someone had murdered him coldblood.

The murderer had been him all along. How could you be so naive and dumb? Had there been red flags which you had just missed?

Other than the damn gun at his house.

But now there sat only a man just couple of metres away from you who had just confessed on shooting his own father with his own gun. Pulling the trigger himself. And he had told it with a smile on his face.

He had lied to you this entire time. You wanted to shout and yell at him, then run away, but you couldn't move your body. Until he stood up.

Instantly, without hesitation you took a step back as he took one towards you, which made his heart break.

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A/N: I'm not sorry about the ending 🙂‍↔️ the last scene is obviously not 100% accurate to the show. Next part will take a while too so be patient with me 🫶🏻 if you want to be added or stay on the taglist, lmk.

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bbydoll18xx · 1 year ago

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I'll Be Your Temporary Fix (Pt 4)

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 based on this request:

Could you do a Paige x media team reader. Where Paige and reader are fake dating because Azzi is uncomfortable with the fans shipping her and Paige. Reader does it cus she owes Paige a favor (you can make something up).

Heyyy y'all I've lowkey been MIA (ya girl has been depressed lol) but here is part 4

Also Paige is so hot i wanna light myself on fire

Word Count: 1.8k

Themes: hella fluff

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You had held up your end of the bargain, quite swimmingly. Paige had effectively turned you into a simpering fool, and she loved it.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t.

Long gone were the days of running from your feelings. Paige had you tumbling head over heels, and you wanted to confess to the whole world. It was as if she had tattooed her name on your heart.

With fake dating being no more, there was still an air of hesitation around what the two of you actually were. You were trying to avoid obsessing over the label, but it ate at you. There were so many unknowns, and you were never one to just come out with what you were actually feeling.

Since becoming Paige’s friend, you had always relied on her to take the reigns, while you took an emotional backseat. It was just the way the dynamic was between you two.

But now Paige had been scarily quiet on what she wanted from you.

The two of you had spent an absurd amount of time kissing since you had run back into her arms with ample apologies. Soft kisses in the morning, bathing in the glow of the sunshine of a new day. Rushed kisses in between classes in passings. Passionate, bruising kisses in the heat of the moment after Paige basks in the glory of winning yet another game.

You were drunk on Paige’s mouth, but the inebriation was not enough to distract from the incessant questions your mind whispered at each waking moment.

So before your anxieties could overtake you once more, you had decided that you would ask Paige out on a proper date.

And so you did.

Taking a deep breath, you walk inside Paige’s apartment. It was now a familiar environment, and the homey atmosphere calms your beating heart. ‘It’s just Paige,’ your brain soothes your sympathetic nervous system, as it tries to go into overdrive. Fighting against your instincts to flee, you stroll into Paige’s bedroom with a soft smile on your face.

The tall girl had fallen asleep, and she was curled up in purple bed sheets looking as angelic as ever. Her blonde hair fanned across the pillows, and her plush bottom lip was jutting out in a precious pout that reminded you of a childs. You wanted to remember this forever.

You tentatively sit on the edge of the bed, placing a small hand on Paige’s cheek, feeling the warm, soft skin. Your touch rouses her from her slumbers, and Paige gives you a sleepy grin as she realizes it’s you.

“Hi, baby,” she mumbles, voice husky with sleep.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you tease softly. “Did ya get bored waiting for me?”

Paige just chuckles, and your belly flips at the familiar sound.

“Doyoumaybewannagoonadatewithme…? you spill out, practically babbling in a desperate effort to just get it all out before you lose your courage.

Your rapid wording flies over Paige’s still drowsy head, and she responds with a bewildered, “Huh?”

You swallow your pride once more, and with a deep breath you repeat yourself, much slower this time. “Do you want to go on a date? With me?”

Paige’s blue eyes widen, and her tongue darts out of her mouth to run across that fucking bottom lip again, and she nods. A grin is spreading across her face, and the swarm of butterflies that were assaulting your stomach a few seconds ago have flown away, leaving a wave of calm to wash over you.

Trying to figure out where to take Paige was a whole other issue that had crept up on you. You were not used to having much control when it came to planning dates, and it had to be fucking perfect. You wanted to avoid the typical dinner and a movie routine; that was boring. Other activities would be difficult with Paige’s popularity, and you needed to evade the hoards of her adoring fans.

You finally decide to take her go-karting. It was perfect. It appealed to her competitive edge, and it was super fun. You packed a bunch of her favorite snacks, and you were all set.

Wiping your sweaty palms on your pants, you knock on Paige’s door to pick her up. The nerves threaten to make you turn on your heels and flee once more, but you resist. Paige opens the door with a cheesy smile that causes a visceral reaction from you. She would never not make you feel a million things all at once. She looked you up and down, a flirty expression on that beautiful fucking face of hers.

“Lookin’ good, babe,” she murmurs, and your face heats up at the compliment.

“You look gorgeous, P,” you declare in response, thus eliciting a similar flush that has you smirking in pride. Pulling a blush out of Paige Bueckers was always an accomplishment.

You take her hand in yours and lead her to your car, and you allow her to connect to the aux. She looks at you in surprise. “You never let me listen to my music in your car.”

“It’s your lucky day,” you tease with a small laugh. “I can go without Taylor Swift for a bit; this day is about you.” Paige beams, and your decision makes it all worth it.

You would kill someone just to keep that pretty smile on her face.

You drive to the go-kart track with your right hand intertwined with Paige’s, and it was your turn to rub small circles on the back of hers. The domesticity of everything was bringing you much hope that this would all turn into more. Now that you had a taste of what it was like to belong to Paige, you knew it would be nearly impossible to give it up without a brutal fight.

As you arrive, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by Paige’s loud gasp as she realizes what the two of you would be doing this afternoon.

“Go-karting? Babe. I’m gonna kick your ass!”

Her taunting just makes you laugh, and you shake your head fondly as she gets out of the car and bounds toward the door, dragging you along in faux impatience.

The building is void of the usual busy crowd, and Paige notices the lack of people quickly. Seeing the confusion wash over her face, you explain that you pulled a few strings using your media manager status in order to have a little privacy. Paige says nothing. Instead, she pulls you in by the waist to press her lips against yours in an appreciative kiss, and you know this was the right call. You chase her lips and subconsciously go up on your tiptoes in an effort to get even closer.

The moment is interrupted as the manager of the facility walks over to where the two of you were standing, and introduces herself. She explains that you would have the place to yourselves for the next four hours, and she goes over how to work the go-karts.

By the time the manager leaves, giving you and Paige the privacy you had wanted since arriving, Paige is bouncing on her heels in pure, child-like excitement that makes you equally as giddy.

She bounds over to a brightly-colored purple go-kart, claiming loudly that it belonged to her, as you seat yourself in a green one. You watch her as she pulls the harness across her chest and tightens it, her tongue peeking out once more in concentration.

She was so endearing, and the feelings you were having had grown tenfold since she had originally asked you to pretend to date her just a few weeks prior. You weren’t sure if you would survive actually dating her. Just the thought made your heart feel as if it could explode at any moment.

Your daydream is cut short by Paige who is now attempting to trash-talk you. However, her insults were hardly so, as she was having a similar issue with handling her affections for you, as well.

“Mkay, I’ll believe it when I see it,” is all you get out before Paige is speeding away with a loud squeal and a cloud of gasoline. You barely mutter out a “fuck” before slamming your foot on the gas in a feeble attempt to catch up.

No such luck.

Paige actually was incredible at go-karting, and her smugness had no limit.

She walked out several hours later, one hand around yours once more and the other raised in the air, pumping her fist victoriously for the millionth time.

If it was literally anyone else, you would have felt mildly annoyed at her antics, but your fondness overtook any other possible emotions in your little love-drunk brain.

As you climb back inside your car to head back to Paige’s, you allow yourself to study the features of the blonde, and you’re ecstatic to see the similar looks of happiness on her face. You had been counting on this day being a success.

“I had a really fun time today. Thank you for doin’ all this for me,” Paige whispers sincerely with a flush of pink overtaking her pale skin.

“I’d do anything for you, P,” you respond, struggling to maintain eye contact with your sudden candor. “I just don’t know where your head has been, but I’d like to be more than friends. And more than just friends who pretend to date to help their other friend,” you add with a quiet laugh.

The sheer absurdity of the situation was finally settling in. And you were hoping to be able to reap some long-term benefits of having to pretend to date Paige.

Paige places a hand on your face, cupping your cheek delicately and forcing you to gaze deep into those blue eyes. “Course I wanna be more,” she murmurs, her voice raspy from the combination of the emotions and the amount of yelling she had done earlier. “You’ve been my girl since that day in the gym when you agreed to fake date me. Now it’s just official.”

“Good,” you reply, a smug smirk engulfing your expression, and before you can say anything else, Paige is pulling you into another searing kiss.

“What are we gonna tell the team?” you ask between kisses, puffs of air leaving your swollen mouth every few seconds.

Paige shrugs. “They’ve been wanting me to try and get together with you for years. Now that I’m thinkin’ ‘bout it, I feel like Azzi made up the whole thing just so I would kiss you…” she trails off, a look of realization flitting across her face.

A giggle escapes from your throat at the determination of Azzi Fudd to get the two of you together. And boy, were you grateful for the little scheme.

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dreameryfics · 9 months ago

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JJ MAYBANK x READER

Summary: Your parents met JJ and they disapprove of you dating a Pogue, especially the Maybank boy

Today was finally the day that JJ was going to meet my parents. I'd told them all about him and how he made me feel. They didn't like that he was a Pogue, but I mean, what Kook parents would be okay with their only daughter dating a Pogue? That's just not how it works on the island sadly. Both my parents were raised as Kooks, and they wouldn't have it any other way for me or my brother. He's as much of a Kook as they came, he took full advantage of the privileged life.

I can't lie and say I don't enjoy being one, but I've also not allowed myself to ignore the disadvantages that Pogues have had on the island. That's how I met JJ. I was helping Big John a few years back bring some diving gear back to his house from my parent's shop and JJ happened to be there with John B. I started hanging out with them a few weeks later when I happened to run into John B at The Wreck. He was there getting some end-of-the-night food from Kie for him, JJ, and Pope. We've been kind of inseparable since. We've of course had our moments, especially when Big John went missing at sea.

JJ and I have been together since then; it was pretty crappy timing, but we also realized that life was just too damn short. We had a conversation the same week he went missing and realized the feelings were mutual. The group knew about two weeks later, JJ's dad knew too but he didn't have much to say. He was just proud of his son for 'landing a Kook' and telling JJ to make sure to take advantage of the 'rich kid living.' I haven't been around there since.

We've been putting off him meeting my parents, but today was the day. JJ was nervous, the most nervous he'd been since the Pogues found out about us. He was so worried they'd use the no-macking rule and break us up, I knew better though.

I'd picked JJ up from the Chateau and was headed to my house. "JJ, you OD over there?" I asked looking over to him as he was picking at his fingernails. He looked up at me, nervously biting his lip. He just shook his head and looked back out the window, the houses slowly getting nicer the longer the drive. "J, it's going to be okay." I place my hand over his, hoping to calm him down as I pull into our driveway.

I put the car in park and look over at JJ, he looked extremely nervous. I give him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car. I go over and open the door for him, realizing he hasn't moved. He slowly gets out of the car, placing his hat on his head. I take hold of his hand and lead him to the front door. "We're here!" I yell when I open the door. They walk around the corner and I can immediately see the judgment in their eyes; I know JJ could too. "Mom, Dad, this is JJ," I tell them trying to break the awkward silence. I look over at him and take the hat off his head, placing it on the counter beside us. They quickly walk over and shake JJ's hand. "Nice to meet you JJ," they both said.

"Nice to meet you too, sir, ma'am," he told them, trying to be as polite as he could, not wanting to say the wrong thing. We all stood there for a second before walking into the dining room where there was an array of food placed on the table. Mom and Dad sat on one side whereas JJ and I sat on the other side. We made awkward conversation about the weather and school while we ate. Dad was the first to hit JJ with the questions they really wanted to know. "So, JJ, tell me what are your plans for the next five years?" I look at my dad, wanting to tell him to stop, knowing this was only the first of many questions.

"Well, Sir, I'm hoping to graduate high school and get a job fixing up cars and boats at the Yard. I would like to save up enough money to buy a house and maybe a nice boat, if I'm lucky," he responded honestly. I chuckled at the last part, knowing full well he'd buy a boat before a house any day of the week. My dad just kept looking at him, "The Yard? Why not try to go to college?"

"Well, I figure I don't have the money to pay for college, so I need to take a different path in life," he responded taking a sip of his water, "plus, I'm not sure I would want to go to college." I know my dad isn't going to like that answer. He claims all of his success came from him going to college, but in all reality, it all came from him and Ward Cameron's business schemes. Our family having money has nothing to do with my dad's college degree, but he'd never admit that. "College is important to be successful, I might say, it's most important. I can't imagine the Yard being very successful as they haven't been able to expand to anywhere besides the cut."

"Dad, please stop," I tell him, "JJ is a-" I try and say before I'm interrupted by my dad.

"Now honey, I just want to know how JJ plans to provide for you," he tells me, looking over to JJ, "So, how will you provide for our daughter?"

"Uhm, w-," JJ stumbled, not even being able to get a word in before my mom started in on him. "JJ, who is your dad?"

"Luke Maybank, ma'am," he told her. I could see him getting more and more nervous by the second. I quickly took his hand and held it under the table, knowing my dad would have a fit.

"Luke Maybank? It all makes sense now," my dad chuckled under his breath, "you don't have to explain anything else." I could see the anger and sadness on JJ's face, making me yell at my dad. "What the hell Dad! You don't ev-"

"You watch your damn tone with me," he yelled at me standing up and pointing his finger at me. "We leave you alone and you decide to fall in love with a fucking Pogue, let alone Maybank's boy! I will not allow this," he sat back down before turning to JJ, "JJ, it was not a pleasure to meet you. Now if you would please show yourself the door?" I looked over at JJ and I could see the tears forming in his eyes. He quickly pushed his chair back, causing it to scrape across the wooden floor. He looked down at me, letting go of my hand before pushing the chair back and walking out of the kitchen. I had tears slowly falling down my face now, disgusted with JJ's treatment from my parents. "Now, I don't EVER want you to see him again," my dad sternly told me.

I could tell JJ was still in the house as the door never opened or closed. I wasn't going to let him think I didn't care for him. "Dad, Mom," I say standing from the chair, "you know what, fuck this family. JJ is better than anybody in this family but you're too damn stuck up to realize that or even admit it."

My dad swiftly stood up and raised his hand at me before I told him with venom in my voice, "Do it, you'll never see me again and I know you care too much about our family image to kick me out. I'll go to the police and let them know all about your 'successful' businesses. I'll ruin your fucking life," I say the last part with pure anger. I get closer to him, hoping he'll hit me so I have a reason to go to the police and tell them everything. He sits back down and picks up his drink to take a sip before looking up at me. He doesn't say a word before he throws his cup to the ground, it breaking into a million pieces causing me to flinch, and proceeds to walk out the room. I look down at my mom, rolling my eyes at her knowing she's too scared of my dad to disagree with him.

I storm out of the room to see JJ with his back against the counter, holding his hat in his hands before placing it on his head. I go over to him and grab his hand, pulling him out of the house and over to my car. We get in and I start driving, not sure where to go as everybody was at the Chateau. "Your dad's right," I hear JJ mumble. I look over at him and he won't make eye contact with me. I pull over on the side of the road, looking at him. "JJ, my dad may be a lot of things, but he's not right."

"He is though," he looked up at me with tears forming in his eyes, "you know my dad. I'm just like him, you deserve someone who can give you more."

"JJ, you are nothing like your father," I tell him grabbing his hand in mine, "You are the greatest and best person to ever walk into my life. I can't imagine it without you, not only that, but you are pretty damn attractive too." He lets out a small chuckle at the last part, "J, can you please look at me?" I ask him. He looks over at me as I wipe a tear falling down his cheek, "I love every part of you, especially the ones you hate. You are my whole world and all the stars. When I look at you, I feel like I'm finally home. I feel nothing bad can happen when I'm in your arms. You are my person, my only person, and I hope you know that nothing will change that, not even my asshole parents. I would give them up a million times over before I ever think about saying goodbye to you. I love you."

JJ squeezes my hand tighter, letting a small sob out. "Hey, are you okay? Please talk to me," I tell him placing my hand on the back of his neck. He looks over at me before placing a small kiss on my forehead. "I've uhm, never had anybody tell me how much I matter to them. Dad has always blamed me for Mom leaving and has always told me how much he hated me, I guess I kind of thought there wasn't another way for someone to feel when it came to me. I got so used to how he treated me I thought that's what I deserved, it was all I was good for," he told me. I felt a few tears fall down my face, realizing how much what my parents said hurt him. "I love you too, I'm just sorry if I won't be able to give you everything you deserve."

"JJ," I tell him, waiting for him to look at me, "as long as I have you, that's all I need. I need you to know that."

"You really are whipped," he lets out a small chuckle to break up the emotions in the small car. I playfully smack his arm, "J, be for real right now. You're hearing what I'm telling you right?"

"Yes, I hear you. I love you too. Thanks for showing me what it means to be loved," he tells me, reaching over to place a kiss on my forehead before moving away and placing his lips to mine. "Now, can we go get some pizza 'cause I didn't eat." I look at him and laugh. "Nerves babe, they got to me and I'm starving now." I laugh and look over at him before putting the car in drive, whispering 'I love you' to him and he responds by grabbing my hand and placing small kisses on them. We head to the nearest restaurant and eat, getting extra so we can take it to the Chateau.

Once we got there, we were asked what felt like hundreds of questions on how it went. We gave them the tiniest of summaries, just telling them that my parents are dick and that we left. They didn't need to know anything else, there was enough going on in the group since Sarah started coming around. I'm a big fan of her, but the results are still out for Kie. No matter what though, JJ and I had each other, till the end of the days. As long as I was breathing, he was my love and I was his.

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lisbeth-kk · 4 months ago

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Sherlock fandom

Is it not Obvious?

For decades, almost my entire life, I’ve had to hide some parts of me. Mostly, to stay of out of trouble. I was good at it too. Still am, truth be told. Or so I believed. Until my nosy brother answered my question with one of his own.

“Is it not obvious?”

That got me thinking, and when I came back from my Mind Palace, Mycroft had left 221B.

Every comment regarding my relationship with John; sorry, friendship, has gone over my head. He answered them loud enough – “not gay!”

On more thorough inspection, those comments weren’t all wrong. Granted, we’ve never had a romantic or sexual relationship, but our friendship was, is, unique. Intense, possessive, easy, complicated, and filled with hidden emotions. The latter is the reason for the complications.

Like I said, I am good at hiding parts of me I don’t wish exposed. That changed one January day when John Watson entered my life. My abilities to conceal my feelings, were thrown to the wind, and they have been quite difficult to reclaim.

I realised that John was hiding too. Not as well as I once did. His admiration for my deductions was instant, unshielded, honest. The way he looked at me then… I just wanted to…

***

We’ve been through hell a couple of times since the mentioned January day at Barts. I have hurt him. He has hurt me. I told myself I deserved every blow he gave me. Now, I’m not so sure.

“I can’t ever forgive myself for what I did to you, Sherlock,” John said when we finally reconciled, and he reluctantly agreed to move back home.

He cried, which was an alien sight. I had never seen John cry before. It broke my heart, and I slowly got up from my chair. My body was still bruised, and every movement hurt.

I slid one hand up his right arm, while the other rested on the nape of his neck. His left hand was still covering his eyes, which hindered me from pulling him tighter toward me. To my utter relief, he didn’t pull back when he had calmed.

“Why are you so good to me, Sherlock?” he whispered hoarsely.

The words resting on the tip of my tongue, were too dangerous to speak. Perhaps one day.

“You are my best friend, John,” I told him, reminded him.

“Some friend I am,” he huffed and moved.

I let him go with a heavy heart.

“You were grieving.”

“No excuse,” he said angrily.

I winced involuntarily at the vehemence in his voice. Thank God, he didn’t see it. Or so I thought.

When he lifted his head, new tears trickled down his cheeks.

“I don’t deserve your friendship,” he whispered and took my hand in his. “If you still want me and Rosie to move in, I promise I’ll do better. I’m working on my anger, and…”

I gripped his hand so hard I thought he would squirm, but he seemed unfazed. His face, though tear and grief stricken, was open, unveiled, and I realised that my feelings for him weren’t as unrequited as I’d feared.

His phone buzzed before I managed to catalogue everything, but he didn’t let go of my hand, which I took as a good sign.

***

After John left, I thought about the previous conversation with my brother. I admit, I didn’t pay full attention. My mind was elsewhere. With John. As always. I was nervous about his answer to my request of moving back. So, when Mycroft mentioned the hidden chemistry between me and John, I honestly had no idea what he was on about.

“What are you talking about, brother mine?” I snapped.

“Is it not obvious?”

The question soared around the corridors of my Mind Palace until it led me to the door of John’s Room. Behind said door was the truth I had avoided for so long. When I looked at it from a distance, it was crystal-clear. Our chemistry was a tangible thing from that particular point of view.

Sentences and statements from us both lit up the room:

“Where he goes, I follow.”

“I would be lost without my blogger.”

“Of course, you’re my best friend, Sherlock.”

“You are the bravest and kindest and wisest man I have ever known.”

***

Two days after John and Rosie moved in, John finally noticed what was missing from the flat.

“Sherlock, please tell me you haven’t given up on doing experiments for our sake. I don’t want you to – “

“John, it is one thing to have chemicals and body parts lying around when two adults live together. Bring a toddler into the equation, and things change considerably.”

“I get that, but – “

“221C. That’s where I’ll be doing the more…dangerous and malodorous experiments. Mycroft had it renovated. It even has proper ventilation now.”

“So, you’ve hidden your chemistry set and everything down there?”

“Yes. Well, almost. I’ve kept the microscope up here. Molly had a spare one I keep down there.”

“Wow, well, I guess that’s good. I never thought I’d say this, but 221B’s kitchen wouldn’t be the same without that microscope.”

His voice was teasing, and…happy?

“I am happy, Sherlock. This is the only home I’ve ever wanted. Sharing it with you and Rosie…well…”

“Since when did you become a mind reader, John?” I teased back.

“Learned from the best,” he replied mirthfully, before he turned serious. “I’ve missed you, Sherlock. I’ve missed us.”

His hand found mine so easily, as if it was a habit, normal.

“I’ve missed you too, John. And us.”

Carefully, I pulled him closer. He didn’t hesitate, but put his arms around me, and placed a hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes and said the words I had hidden for so long.

“I love you.”

He echoed my words reverently before he kissed me.

“No more hiding,” we agreed when we could think straight again.

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chelnciel · 3 months ago

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Some reflections and more about chapter 28

Well, due to unavoidable real life situations (being an adult sucks), I've had to be almost totally offline for a while... I'm just now logging in and I see that so much has happened! So first I want to thank the team that translated Hirano to Kagiura. I saw that they will be retiring (from what I read, it would be for good news, so I'm very happy for them) and I only have words of thanks for the team. They brought sensei's works to us with wonderful translations, and I'm really grateful to have been able to enjoy these manga (ssmy and HRKG) through their work. THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR EVERYTHING! And I hope you will do great in what's to come. Also, I saw that there is already another team that will take over, so I also want to thank you from now on, since I know that the translation is a lot of work.

Also, I want to write down my thoughts on chapter 28 since I saw the spoilers and raws for chapter 29 came out, and I like to get my thoughts out before reading the next chapter (so I can laugh at myself about my theories later). I know it's not translated yet, so I'll leave my thoughts under the cut.

What's up with that cover! Sensei explained it in a tweet, but I got such a laugh out of that image, to think that they are posing for the bedroom brochure so happily... Kagi definitely takes her puppy role seriously.

How could they come up with that!!! How is it possible that if Kagi had thought that he shouldn’t do things outside his room.

And he goes and hugs Hirano in the laundry room! And Hirano too, who is so careless knowing that Hanzawa is nearby… I was nervous the whole chapter thinking that someone would catch them (and of course they were going to). Hirano knows that he is weak with Kagiura, he doesn’t even try to refuse

Because deep down he feels that he wants to spoil him, he knows that he wants to spoil him and reciprocate his feelings, so he hardly puts up barriers to Kagi’s requests and under the excuse that he can’t refuse, he accepts and lets himself be loved (please let yourself be loved 🙏).

I've said it before, but I'll say it as many times as it takes. I love how sensei emphasizes the size difference between the two boys. In this scene Hirano looks so small in Kagi's arms, and how Kagi, even on his knees, looks so much bigger... That he can wrap his arm around and squeeze Hirano completely if he wants… I love it.

The whole scene was beautiful. I LOVE how sensei manages to keep the tension between them without much dialogue. Kagi's longing to be close to him. How Hirano sits to be hugged, startled when it becomes a more intimate hug and then, when he relaxes his head on Kagi's shoulder, accepting that tight hug! This is cinema, folks!

And damn! Where does that hand go, Kagi! Boy was he serious about hugging like lovers

I mean I get it, half the fandom (and sensei) dream of Hirano's slender waist so taking that opportunity was something he clearly needs to do (for him and for us, the avid readers of their romance). But I like that he's always concerned about Hirano's comfort, and at the slightest hint of discomfort, he backs off.

And Hirano immediately felt uncomfortable but not only because of the touch (I guess in this case he could notice Kagi's intention), but also because he is careful not to hurt his feelings. I mean, he worries that he doesn't like him...

He has put so much effort into being able to respond to his feelings because he wants to reciprocate (despite all the confusion reigning in his head) that ultimately part of that discomfort is losing that comfort and calmness he feels around Kagi.

But despite that, he finally took the time to think!

In all these months, since Kagi confessed in January until this point (April?), he's learned to take time to think and not rush into a visceral response. And he finally came to understand something about himself: he doesn't mind hugs if he's the one who initiates them; he definitely feels good reciprocating Kagi's feelings (even if it's in his own way).

This reinforces my theory that Hirano will be the one to kiss Kagi first because he is going to need to be the one to do the experiments and take the first steps (probably the idea comes from Kagi, but it is Hirano who throws himself on the basketball player's lips). Because if he is in control of the situation he feels more at ease.

And truth be told, I think Kagi is going to be fine with that, as long as he can be with Hirano. He's probably going to accept his limits because he already accepts them, although he probably has to wait a little longer for Hirano to want to take things a step further to the intimacy of a couple relationship.

He's so rough, though!! Was that boy raised by wolves?! What's that about pushing his head into his lap (again). Kagi has to be the mentally strongest boy to be able to handle his sweetheart showing him affection like that.

And again Hirano feels comfortable enough with the embrace to even close his eyes, relieved that he can be so close to Kagi without feeling even a hint of discomfort, relaxing in his hug.

And the happiness he feels to see that he can finally communicate to Kagi that he has been trying to take care of him and appreciate him, in his clumsy and rough way, but with the intention to do it....

he can finally feel that they are communicating and that he is making Kagi happy because, at the end of the day, this whole experiment is to see if he can love him, if he can make Kagi happy (and himself, of course).

I feel like we've been through so much to get to this. And that's just that they can finally understand each other and be more at peace with each other (without ending up in those lover's quarrels). Imagine when they get to start dating!!!! I'm dying and I'm longing for that day

And again, Kagi is jealous of the dogs!

He really wants to be the only thing Hirano focuses on. Surely when they live together, hopefully, they'll be able to have plants. I don't think he'll allow another living being to rival him and have to divide Hirano's time (considering they won't have much time due to their jobs).

And back to the first thoughts of the chapter...

Of course they were going to see them! But luckily for our boys, it was someone who does support them and not Hanzawa who surely would have screamed his head off and separated them.

Come to think of it, what will his reaction be like when he finds out they are dating? My impression is that it will be after ssmy gets together since at that time he still has quite a few qualms about homosexual relationships, so he must still sense that something is going on between his dorm neighbors, but he must not have anything confirmed.

An extra thought: I don't remember seeing that face on Hirano any other time. I feel like at that second he really was concerned with getting caught, though he quickly changed his expression to one of annoyance.

Ichinose… the hero of the day!

Saving the boys from Hanzawa’s watchful eye because he knows it will be problematic if he sees them at the laundry… I mentioned before that while I thought Sasaki would be the one who could shed more light on Hirano’s situation, now I trust that Ichinose is the one who will finally give him the keys to understanding what he’s feeling. Clearly he knows that boys are attracted to each other and that they’re in this constant flirting (he doesn’t know about the experiment of course, but he has a pretty clear notion of what’s going on), so I think he could be the one who helps Hirano put together the puzzle of his feelings. While I don’t see him being close enough to Hirano for him to ask anything, he might do so since even if he doesn’t consider Sasaki his friend, he’s already asked him some weird questions before And if he knows he’s being considerate towards Kagi (both of them actually),

he might see the opportunity to ask some questions considering they’ve already been caught in an atypical roommate situation.

Come on Ichinose! I have faith that you’ll be able to help our blond in need!

Well, Hirano is super embarrassed and Kagi is very happy talking to his classmates… I can't wait to read ch 29! I feel like we're getting closer to Hirano realizing it! While I don't want anything rushed, sensei's post on bluesky has me very hopeful, especially for ch 31, so I'm crossing my fingers for it to arrive soon!

On another topic. I loved this year's birthday theme! I'm already thinking about what to put for Hirano and Kagiura! And I'm out of ideas for Niibashi!!!!

Will we have Ichinose's birthday this year? I think he deserves to have his birthday celebrated, he's definitely become an important character in the story.

And we will have vol 6 in the summer (my winter)!!!! I can't hold my happiness for this! I'm looking forward to the acrylics and associated merch, as the ones in vol 5 were so beautiful 💖 I'm dying for the 2023 birthday designs to come out, they look gorgeous both!!!

#Every day closer to Hirano's realization #Ok we will have a one month hiatus but we will be able to endure it #It's all for the new volume #I said it before #but I have to do it again: Hirano is getting cuter and cuter!!!!!#I want it to be June #I want to have free time #hirano to kagiura #hirano and kagiura #hirano y kagiura #hiranoloveskagiura #hiranoamaakagiura #hirakagi #kagihira #hirano taiga #akira kagiura

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I. Frank

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The hallway is empty except for Frank. There are five minutes left until the meeting starts, but he doesn't rush to enter. He prefers to stay in the hallway as long as possible because once inside, he'll have to interact with all these strangers and tell them his story. These groups aren't supposed to judge you, but he's sure they will.

You're doing it for your wife and the kids, he reminds himself when the involuntary thought of leaving crosses his mind as the minutes tick by on his phone screen. But the thought won't go away. Maybe he could try it next week? Would his wife be furious if he came home now?

“First time, right?” Frank jumps when he suddenly hears a female voice next to him. His eyes instantly snap from his phone to meet a young woman in her twenties with a medium skin tone, dark hair, and warm brown eyes. How could he not hear her moving? “First times always make you nervous, it’s normal to want to run away.”

“I was going to come in,” Frank says, instantly getting defensive. If he hadn't only picked up on the last part of what she said, he would have realized she'd just admitted between the lines that this wasn't her first time being clean.

“Of course,” she says and opens the door. She looks at him, clearly expecting him to go in first. Frank wasn’t about to look like a coward in front of a stranger, so he goes in. He doesn’t miss the small smile that appears on her face, and he realizes she did it on purpose. “I don’t recommend the coffee; it’s horrible.” She goes to the table in the corner, and Frank follows her out of inertia; after all, she’s the only person he “knows.” He watches her pour water into a plastic cup. “Do you want water? By the way, I’m Charlie.”

“Yes, thank you,” he accepts the cup. “Frank.”

“Please, everyone, take a seat,” asks a redheaded woman in her late forties.

If Dana and Collins were here, Frank is sure they’d laugh at him for the way he seemed to follow Charlie around like a lost puppy. He literally ran to avoid another guy stealing the spot next to her. God, he hoped she didn’t think he was a weirdo. He wouldn’t blame her if she did.

“Good afternoon. How are you?” the woman greets.

There were some murmurs of “fine,” but Frank was sure he heard someone say “like shit,” and he also noticed a couple of people, like himself and Charlie, who remained silent.

“I see a couple of new faces, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Maureen, and I've been clean for twenty years.” She smiles, clearly proud of herself, and Frank hopes he can look as confident as she does in the future. “We're all here to listen and help each other. No one is here to judge you; we know better than anyone what addiction can do to us,” she says in a calm voice. “Does anyone want to introduce themselves first?”

Frank thinks, why not just rip the band-aid off?

“Hi, I'm Frank, and I've been clean for a month and a week,” he begins, looking around the room, not wanting to look at anyone directly so they can't see he's nervous. “My addiction started after I hurt my back helping my parents move. I was prescribed pain medications and muscle relaxers, but my prescription ran out and I still hurt, so I started stealing medicine from the hospital where I work.”

“Wow,” says the guy sitting across from Charlie, earning her to stomp on his foot. “I'm sorry,” he apologizes instantly, looking at Frank.

“Do you regret doing that, Frank?” Maureen asks, as if she hadn't heard the guy.

“Of course,” she answers instantly, not because it's the right thing to do, but because it's the truth. “I can see now that I handled everything wrong instead of asking for help. I let a lot of people down, my coworkers.”

“And were you able to apologize to them?”

“Not to all of them,” he admits ruefully, thinking of Robby. His mentor didn’t want anything to do with him.

“We can work on that later,” the redhead says, and Frank nods. Maureen seems to see he’s not going to say anything else, so she invites someone else to continue.

Frank spends his time fiddling with the bracelet Tanner made him while listening to the others’ stories. It’s not that he wasn’t interested, but he was anxiously waiting for it to be over with.

Some stories seem like something out of a movie, like that of Joe, a man in his late forties who started using drugs in his teens after surviving a car accident in which his sister died and who is trying to stay clean this time because he just found out he had a daughter with his teenage girlfriend and wants to meet her. Others aren’t as dramatic, like Peter—the boy next to Charlie—who started using drugs trying to fit in with his group of friends and then became addicted.

At the end of it all, there is Charlie.

“Most of you already know me, but I’m Charlie,” she introduces herself. Frank notices that she seems anxious by the way she keeps touching the heart-shaped pendant on her necklace. “I started using drugs five years ago after my mom died. I still mourn her,” Charlie's voice becomes a little shaky, “and the anniversary of her death is coming up, and I’m scared of relapsing.” Her eyes drop to the floor, as if she’s embarrassed.

“It's normal to be scared, Charlie. It's a tough day for you,” Maureen says softly, causing Charlie to look at her. “Why don't you ask someone to join you that day? You could call Jack.”

“Who's Jack?” asks Joe, who, like Frank, is new to the group.

Charlie opens his mouth and closes it again. She was about to say something but thought better of it.

“Jack was my mom's husband. He practically raised me with her,” she finally answers, gripping the pendant tighter. Frank thinks that if the necklace were made of a weaker material, she probably would have broken it by now.

“So he's your dad,” Frank concludes, making Charlie's brown eyes focus on him. Frank regrets speaking when he sees how she seems to be holding back tears.

“Will you call Jack? I think it would do you both good to be together on that day,” Maureen insists.

“No, I can't call him,” she denies, her voice trembling. “I can't just reappear in his life. I haven't spoken to him in years. What am I going to say when he asks me why I disappeared?”

“Addiction isn't something to be ashamed of. Besides, from everything you've told us about Jack, he doesn't seem like someone who's going to judge you,” the older woman tries to reassure her.

“Yes, I'm sure he'll welcome you with open arms. A father doesn't stop loving his daughter just because she doesn't speak to him anymore,” adds Rick, a blond man with light eyes in his forties who has been clean for ten years.

“Exactly, fathers never stop loving their children,” agrees Linda, a woman with brown hair and brown eyes in her thirties who has been clean for three years.

But Frank can see that Charlie doesn't seem to fully believe what they're saying. Maybe because she's afraid, or because she hasn't had her own children yet.

He's certain that no matter what happens in the future, he knows he'll always love his children. Tanner and Luke are the best things that ever happened to him. God, he hoped his children never went through what he was going through, and if they did, that they'd have the confidence to talk to him, that they wouldn't disappear from his life out of fear or shame.

“If you don't feel ready to talk to him, then you could ask a friend to spend the day with you. The important thing is that you're not alone,” Joe suggests, and Frank gets the feeling the rest of the group isn't happy with his input. Maybe they've been trying for a long time to get Charlie to talk to his dad again?

“I think I'll do that, thanks.”

After that, the meeting quickly ends. Charlie seems a little calmer, but Frank feels that everyone ends up bitter.

Frank picks up the plastic cups they both used from the floor and throws them in the trash. He waits patiently for her to finish putting on her coat before they both walk out into the hallway.

"I see you next week?" she asks.

“Yes, you don’t have to worry about me running away anymore,” he replies. "And will you come next week?"

“Let's hope so. Pray for me,” she says with a smile, but it's different from the smile she gave him before entering; this one isn't as bright, she looks tired, and her eyes are dull.

Frank doesn't know if she's serious or joking. He only met her today, but for some reason, he's already worried about her. Has rehab made him more empathetic?

“You can tell me to fuck off if you want,” he says as he opens the door for them to leave the establishment. “But I really think you should call Jack,” he says, looking into her eyes. “No one will understand your pain of losing her better than him.”

“I'm not ready,” she repeats.

“Just think about it, okay?” he asks, and when she doesn't nod, he adds, “If you need company, you can call me.”

Maybe he'd regret giving her his number later. But Frank wasn't going to risk this girl relapsing because she had no one with her.

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itsnesss · 5 months ago

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𝐏.𝐒. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬; minho moon ( series ) O2

pairing ; minho moon x female!reader

content ; fluff, romantic tension, angst, personal conflicts, rivalry, enemies to lovers

summary ; you never imagined your life would change so much with a simple exchange. in canada, everything was predictable, but when the chance to study in seoul came, you took it. you met minho. a tall, serious guy with a cold attitude who made you feel even more out of place. from the very beginning, you hated each other. every encounter was filled with disdainful looks and harsh words. your first meeting was so uncomfortable that all you wanted was to escape his indifference. but as time went on, you realized that minho wasn’t just an obstacle—he was the beginning of something unexpected. what started with hatred and a simple fall led to a connection that made you feel more alive than ever

status ; ongoing !!

— navigation ; OO1. OO2.

TWO ; P.S. People Often Judge

You walk towards the dormitory with a slight sense of frustration. There were no available rooms for you after talking to the director. When you arrive, the girls are already settled.

"Hey, Kitty," you say, trying to sound calm. "How are we going to organize ourselves for sleeping?"

Kitty, with a somewhat uncomfortable smile, looks up.

"Well, Yuri and Julianna decided to share a bed. So, you’ll sleep with me. At least you won’t have to sleep on the couch, right?" Kitty laughs, but there’s something in her tone that makes you think she’s not entirely comfortable with the situation.

You nod, relieved that you won’t have to sleep on the couch, but you can’t help but feel awkward.

That night, when everyone settles in to sleep, you move closer to Kitty.

"Kitty, has anything weird been going on with the girls?" you ask, bluntly.

Kitty looks at you, a little surprised by the question. She doesn’t know how to respond, but when she sees your expression, she knows you want to talk.

"A bit. I feel like there’s something uncomfortable, especially with Yuri and Julianna. They’re always... sticking together. It’s weird."

You nod, feeling a slight melancholy in your gaze.

"I try to keep myself busy so I’m not the third wheel." Kitty sighs. "But the truth is, I like Yuri, and I didn’t know how to tell her. I wrote a letter. But when I got here, she was already back with Julianna. It was a blow for me." Kitty laughs bitterly.

You look at her in silence. You didn’t expect such a personal revelation from Kitty, and it makes you feel a deeper connection to her. Kitty, always so extroverted, seems to be struggling with something much deeper.

"Wow, Kitty, I didn’t know…" you say, genuinely surprised.

Kitty smiles with a mix of sadness and gratitude.

"It’s not something I talk about much, but... well, thanks for listening." Kitty shifts a bit in bed, trying to get comfortable.

You nod, knowing that you understand more than she thinks. Despite the tension of the past hours, you feel closer to Kitty now.

The next day starts like any other, until you walk into the room where Mr. Moon’s project is going to take place. Kitty, as always, is with you, talking about anything to pass the time. However, before entering the room, you stop when you hear a conversation that makes you feel more distant than ever.

"I don’t like Stella that much," Minho says, with a casual attitude that doesn’t go unnoticed.

Kitty, surprised, asks with a teasing smile:

"Really? Doesn’t she appeal to you at all?"

Minho doesn’t beat around the bush:

"No, she doesn’t appeal to me. I saw her at the event, and there’s no chemistry. I don’t know, she’s just not my type." Minho shrugs indifferently. "What about you, though? How do you feel about Y/N?"

Your chest tightens when you hear your name. You can’t help it. The pain starts seeping into your chest.

Kitty responds with a nervous laugh:

"Well, yeah, Y/N is a good girl. I don’t understand why you’re asking, Minho."

Minho, with his usual tone, grimaces.

"I don’t know, I feel like something’s off about her. She doesn’t really convince me."

You freeze. It’s like you’ve been hit in the stomach. That’s the confirmation of something you already suspected. Minho doesn’t see you in a good light, and the discomfort you feel seems to be mutual. Without letting anyone see you, you turn away, your heart full of disappointment, and quickly walk off.

You walk briskly down the hall, not looking back. Minho’s words hit you like a wave, a cold pain slowly filtering into your chest. You don’t understand why he said it, why he made those assumptions about you when he doesn’t even know you well. What right did Minho have to say something like that? You think, your hands gripping the edges of your jacket as if you could erase the feeling of rejection that’s settled in your body.

At first, you try to ignore your own feelings, telling yourself it’s just a conversation without importance, something fleeting. But Minho’s words keep echoing in your head. He made assumptions without knowing you, and not only that, but he tried to sow doubt in Kitty. Why did he think he had the right to judge you?

The idea of going to the cafeteria seems like a useful distraction, so you head there to get something hot to drink.

When you arrive, you head to the coffee machine, hoping the smell of the brew can calm your anxiety. You take your drink in silence, watching as the other students chat and laugh, unaware of what’s going on in your head. You don’t want to think about Minho, but it’s impossible not to. The words he said about you, his assumptions about your life, all of it hurts.

With your drink in hand, you head to the Art Expression room. You don’t feel like socializing, but at least there you can focus on something different for a while. When you enter the classroom, you see Kitty, who is already sitting.

"Hi, Kitty," you say, dropping your backpack on the table before sitting down.

"Hey, Y/N! How’s it going?" Kitty responds, looking at you out of the corner of her eye but not pressing too much.

You sigh, preferring to leave the topic from the morning behind. But just as you’re about to say something else, Minho walks in. His presence fills the room immediately, as it always does. You tense up, and a thought quickly crosses your mind:

"It can’t be…"

Minho walks straight to his seat without even looking at you, but you already know it will be impossible to avoid any kind of interaction. The tension between you two has been in the air since the morning, and you feel it.

As if he hadn’t noticed the heavy atmosphere, Minho casts a mocking glance at you before speaking.

"Wow, what a coincidence. Seriously, can’t you sit somewhere else?" he says, looking at your seat with a mixture of annoyance and sarcasm.

Kitty, seeing the tension beginning to rise, quickly intervenes.

"Come on, guys. Can you stop fighting for five minutes? It’s not that serious," Kitty says, rolling her eyes and placing her hand in the center of the table, as if she’s some sort of mediator.

The atmosphere in the classroom becomes tense for a moment, but soon the door opens with force, interrupting the conversation. All the students turn to look at the entrance. The man who appears is tall, with a firm and elegant posture. It’s none other than Mr. Moon, Minho’s father, who is also the teacher in charge of the class. A murmur of surprise spreads across the room.

"Good morning, students," Mr. Moon greets in an authoritative voice. "Today we’re going to do something different. This isn’t just any class."

You and the rest of the students pay attention. What could he have in mind?

"Today we’ll determine who among you will earn a spot in the Advanced Voice program. We’ll also decide who we’ll cut off the mic as judges."

A feeling of excitement and nervousness fills the room. Some students seem excited, others tense. You, though somewhat surprised, can’t deny that the idea of participating in such an important event gives you a mix of anxiety and adrenaline.

"Each of you will present your performance, and I will be scoring. I’ve prepared a sheet with options for notes, so make sure you’re ready. Remember, it’s not just about talent; it’s about the connection you manage to convey. Trust your instincts," Mr. Moon adds.

You try to calm your nerves. You look at your sheet, quickly writing down some notes, before looking at the rest of the class. Minho, of course, seems completely confident, while Kitty can’t help but look at you with curiosity.

Finally, Mr. Moon begins to listen to each of the students. The room fills with singing, some more confident than others. You watch carefully, noticing how Minho, despite his arrogance, has a presence that draws attention. However, it’s not the only thing that stands out that morning.

At the end of the exercise, Mr. Moon begins announcing the results. Dae is the first to receive praise. Mr. Moon looks at him and says firmly:

"Dae has received unanimous approval. Well done!"

The class breaks into applause, and you can’t help but feel relieved for Dae, though your mind is preoccupied with what’s coming next.

Mr. Moon continues with the ratings until it’s Stella’s turn.

"Stella, I’m afraid I can’t accept your performance. Only one person voted for you... and that was the only one who agreed that your presentation had something to offer," Mr. Moon says with a neutral tone.

Stella stands in silence for a moment, looking at the other students before speaking.

"I didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings," she says softly, referring to Minhee, who is in the same row.

Minho, who has been silent, can’t help but intervene.

"He’s hurtful to let someone with no talent think they have what it takes," Minho says with a cold look, making it clear that he doesn’t plan to soften his words.

You feel the anger starting to build inside you.

"And what do you know about what it takes?" you respond quickly, not thinking too much about your words. "Maybe the problem is that you think too highly of yourself to judge others without seeing what they really have."

Mr. Moon watches the interaction between the two before speaking again.

"Minho is right, in part. Sometimes the truth hurts, but it’s better to know it. We can’t let false talent take over something this important."

Annoyed but unwilling to let it go, you just looked at Minho one last time. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but something told you that your teacher’s words wouldn’t be the last word in the internal battle you felt toward him.

After a long and exhausting day, you finally returned to your dorm. The living room was empty; your roommates had gone to a gay club. A mix of relief and loneliness filled your chest. You had the whole place to yourself, with no interruptions. You decided to take advantage of the quiet to do homework and disconnect from everything that had happened.

Sitting at your desk, surrounded by books and papers, you slowly worked through your assignments while thinking about what had happened with Minho that morning. You felt exhausted, as if you were incapable of understanding everything that was going on. Despite trying to focus on your studies, your mind kept returning to him—the boy who had turned your life into chaos in such a short time.

When you finished your homework, you collapsed onto your bed, deciding to take a break. You grabbed a bowl of ice cream from the fridge and turned on the TV, looking for a romantic movie to help you forget, even for a little while, the tension you felt. You couldn't allow Minho to keep occupying so much space in your mind.

It was late, and your roommates still hadn’t returned, so you enjoyed the peacefulness of the room. However, something bothered you: Stella had gone out with Minho. What did he see in Stella? You didn’t understand. You couldn’t deny that you felt a little jealous, though you didn’t even want to admit it to yourself. What was Minho doing with a girl like Stella? It was hard to comprehend.

As you got lost in your thoughts, your phone vibrated. It was your sister. You decided to answer, hoping for some comfort in the call.

"Y/N? How’s everything going?" she asked in a calm voice.

"Hey, sis," you replied, relieved to hear her. "I’ve had a weird day. I’m here, doing homework, eating ice cream, and watching a movie… I don’t know, I’m just a little confused."

"Why?" she asked, noticing the tension in your voice.

You took a deep breath and told her everything you had been going through.

"I understand how you feel," your sister responded. "But remember, you can’t control what people do. You have to focus on yourself. That’s why you went all the way to Korea."

You weren’t sure if you felt better after the call, but at least you had a different perspective. You decided to go outside for a bit, get some fresh air, and clear your mind.

As you left your room and walked down the hallway, you ran into Minho. He was standing there as if he had been waiting to see you at that moment. You looked at him and, without being able to help it, frowned.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to control your tone, but your frustration was already evident.

As you walked toward the building’s corner, you heard footsteps. You looked up, and to your surprise, you came face to face with Minho.

"Seriously?" you said, unable to hide the surprise in your voice. You didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to deal with him again, but there he was.

Minho looked at you with a cynical smile, almost as if he had been expecting this to happen.

"What’s wrong, Y/N? Were you hoping I wouldn’t find you here?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Without thinking twice, you immediately responded, showing all your disdain.

"And what do you want now, Minho? Keep making annoying comments and thinking you can tell me what to do?" You were fed up. There was no way you were going to tolerate more of his jokes and condescending attitude.

Minho raised an eyebrow, clearly unaffected. His expression was full of arrogance.

"I’m just here to remind you that you’re not as special as you think, Y/N. Sometimes, you need to come down from that cloud you live on. You think you can control everything, but you can’t."

You clenched your fists, struggling to keep your composure. You stepped up to him quickly and gave him a shove, not caring what he thought.

"You know what? I’m so done with you, Minho. You’re full of assumptions, opinions I didn’t even ask for. Do you really think you have the right to talk to me like that? To make me feel like I’m beneath you?" your voice was tense and fierce.

Minho, unfazed by your shove, didn’t move an inch. He stood there, watching you with a mix of irritation and arrogance.

"You have a lot to learn, Y/N. Maybe not everyone is here to please you, did you know that?" he said, stepping closer, his voice laced with disdain.

You glared at him, your eyes burning with anger. You couldn’t believe you were standing there, letting him act like he had control of the situation.

"You know what?" you challenged, your tone sharp. "Enough. Do you still think you’re better than me just because you have some talent and people adore you? Well, don’t be mistaken, Minho—I have my own strengths, and I don’t need your approval."

Minho smirked, unfazed.

"I never said you needed my approval. I’m just making it clear that not everything revolves around you."

Without wanting to hear more, you turned around and walked quickly back to your dorm, leaving Minho behind. There was nothing else to discuss. Every word he said only fueled your hatred toward him. And you weren’t going to stop.

With your heart racing and your stomach in knots, you slammed the door shut as you entered your room, searching for the peace you so desperately needed. Why did Minho have to be like this? What did he want from you? The only thing you knew for sure was that the more you saw him, the more you hated him.

The day of the relay race competition arrived, and the atmosphere was filled with tension. Students lined up on the track, eager to prove their skills, but something was off. Q wasn’t among the runners.

"Where’s Q?" Kitty asked, her voice full of concern as she scanned the empty field. Dae and you looked around too, frowning.

"I don’t know…" Dae replied, glancing around as if expecting him to appear at any moment. "Where is he?!"

You sighed and crossed your arms, looking at the clock that marked the start time of the competition. Something wasn’t right. Q would never miss such an important race. Suddenly, an idea flashed through your mind, like a spark igniting a warning light.

"What if… Jin made him disappear so he couldn’t compete?" you murmured, causing Kitty to react with shock and anger.

"That would make total sense… He was at the bar with him all night, and Jin would totally do something like that, wouldn’t he?" Kitty said, eyeing the competition organizers.

"We can’t let it start, not without Q," Dae said, looking at you with concern. You nodded, already starting to plan a way to interfere.

"We need to act fast," you say with determination, feeling adrenaline rush through your body. Kitty gives you a quick glance before turning toward the track, her mind clearly working at full speed.

"You know what? I have an idea," she suddenly says, her tone filled with excitement. Before you can ask, you see her striding confidently toward a table where an organizer had left a microphone unattended.

Your eyes widen as she grabs it without hesitation and brings it to her mouth.

"Come on, everyone! Let’s cheer for the runners!" she exclaims with exaggerated enthusiasm.

But the silence that follows is deafening. Only a few murmurs ripple through the crowd, and though the discomfort is obvious, Kitty remains unfazed. Instead, she starts jumping, waving her arms as if that alone could ignite energy in the spectators.

"Come on, guys! Get excited, join in!" she insists, but all she gets in return are laughter and a few boos. The organizers, now visibly annoyed, approach her, signaling for her to leave the track.

"No, I’m not leaving!" she shouts, gripping the microphone stubbornly.

You take a deep breath, feeling desperation creeping in. They can't just kick her out, not after everything you've tried.

"I can’t believe I’m about to do this…" you mutter, closing your eyes for a second before moving toward her.

Without giving anyone time to react, you dramatically collapse to the ground.

The impact isn't too strong, but you force yourself to stay still. Instantly, the murmurs grow louder. You hear gasps, whispers of concern spreading through the crowd.

"What’s happening?" someone asks.

You sense Kitty’s presence close by.

"Help! Someone, please!" she shouts, her voice perfectly mimicking panic.

Rushed footsteps approach. You’d recognize that walk anywhere. Before you can react, Minho kneels beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Y/L/N, are you okay?" he asks, his voice carrying a mix of concern and amusement.

For a moment, you hesitate. Is he actually worried, or is he just enjoying watching you in this situation?

You crack one eye open slightly and murmur in a tired voice, "I’m trying to create a distraction, idiot."

The way he rolls his eyes and frowns almost makes you laugh, but you hold it in. He steps back, crossing his arms, though he doesn’t leave entirely.

Just as you start wondering if the plan is actually working, an eruption of cheers and applause sweeps through the crowd. Q comes sprinting onto the track, his figure instantly recognizable.

You spring to your feet, abandoning all pretense, and a triumphant smile spreads across your face as the students begin chanting his name.

"Q! Q! Q!"

You did it. Q is on the track. The race is about to begin.

But your joy fades quickly as the competition starts. Jin, with his usual confidence, surges ahead effortlessly, and even though Q gives it his all, it’s not enough. Jin crosses the finish line first, raising the trophy with his signature smug grin.

Your jaw tightens. After all that effort… Jin is still the winner.

"That was painful to watch," Dae comments with a nervous laugh beside you.

You sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation.

"At least we tried," Kitty says, giving you a knowing smile.

You nod slowly, because even though the outcome wasn’t what you had hoped for, at least you did everything you could. And deep down, you know this isn’t over yet.

tags ; @snowyblossomsx @awhrin @rkivesfilm @dangelnleif

#p.s. im yours #minho xo kitty #minho moon #minho x reader #minho x you #minho #xo kitty x reader #xo kitty

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 11 months ago

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Sorry if this sounds weird at all but how would the ROTTMNT guys feel about an s/o who is nervous about sex??

For a long time I’ve been scared of the idea of sex when it comes to myself, but the topic I don’t find uncomfortable, if that makes sense. It’s often been the reason for breakups in the past and recently I’ve been feeling self conscious about it. If you can’t write for all the Rise boys could you just do Raph?

Also sorry to hear people have been spamming you with requests, take your time with work! Please continue to put your mental health over your work and go at your own pace!

Nervous (Angst/Fluff) (Suggestive?)

Rise!Raphael x reader

A/N: I’ve decided not to turn this into an actual smut, as, well, if your partner doesn’t respect your boundaries or the fact that you do not feel comfortable for sex yet, they are not worth it. So here we have Raphie that respects your boundaries when you make them clear. Hope you enjoy❤️

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Reader is not comfortable with sex, but tries to force themself into doing it. There’s no sex, but since it gets mentioned so often, I’ve decided to mark it as suggestive.

Ever since Raph proposed sex for the first time, you felt nervous. You just couldn’t help it. You had never had sex before, and to be quite honest, though the thought of the act was interesting to you, maybe even tempting, you never had the courage to actually go through with it. In every single relationship you had been in before Raph, sex had always been a point of issue, often being the leading course in ending your relationships. And now, you feared it would happen again.

The moment Raph came to you, patient yet nervous, you feared it would happen again. You had been through it so many times, and now you feared that it would happen with probably the best partner you had ever had in your life. The thought of him leaving you, just like the rest, just because you weren’t ready to become physically intimate, made you horrified. Yet you nodded when Raph asked you, telling him that you did in fact want sex soon. And so, you and Raph made plans, waiting for a day where the two of you were sure you would be alone.

That day came a week later. Your roommate was out of town for a few days, in order to spend some time with their family, leaving you alone in your shared New York apartment. That was when you gave Raph a nervous call, asking him to come over.

In the short time you waited for Raph, you walked circles in the living room, biting your nails, trying your best to calm you down. If you calmed yourself down far enough, then maybe it would be okay. Then maybe you wouldn’t feel nervous, and maybe you would actually enjoy it.

Raph gave your window a soft knock when he arrived at your apartment, a warm and loving smile shining at you as you opened the window for him, before engulfing you in a soft hug, pressing kisses to your forehead, just like he would any other time he saw you.

Much to your surprise, Raph wasn’t in a hurry. All of your exes were. Pushy, unable to keep their hands for themselves, before untimely getting mad when you wouldn’t give in. But Raph didn’t. He cuddled up with you on the couch, asking if you wanted to watch that show the two of you had started watching together. You told him yes, and so the two of you sat in each other’s calm and warm embrace, watching the show as it played out on the screen in front of you.

You sat with your head resting comfortably on your boyfriend’s broad chest, his arm wrapped snugly around you, his hand doing smooth motions up and down your arm, like he would any other time the two of you cuddled.

You snuggled closer up against Raph, wrapping your arms around his torso - or at least as far as they would go. Raph smiled down at you, pressing another kiss to your forehead, holding you close against him. It was here that hand started moving from your arm up to the nap of your neck, his thumb and index finger doing massaging motions against your skin. It was nice, really nice. There was no reason to deny that. But you couldn’t help but feel the unease slowly grow within you, as you realized what might be coming next. Though Raph was calm and soft, you couldn’t help but feel as if there was laying something underneath his actions. He wanted it to happen.

With a soft hold on the back of your head, Raph tilted your face towards his, leaning in, his snout softly gracing your nose, as if asking you for permission to kiss you, his hooded eyes looking for your reaction. You gave Raph a small nod, feeling your breath getting stuck in your throat. Oh how you loved the man in front of you. You could never imagine a life without, nor did you ever wish for a world without him. So as your lips moved against each other, slowly getting more and more heated, you never stopped Raph. Instead you ran your hands over the chest of his plastron, feeling the vibration of his churring against your hands. It was hot. It was exciting. Yet you were scared.

Raph’s hand let go of your head, before slowly letting it run down your back, letting it rest just above your butt. In the meantime he slightly parted his mouth, letting his tongue do a small lick at your bottom lip, asking you for entrance. And you gave him that entrance.

Finally Raph dared to let his hand rest on your bottom, giving your flesh a small squish through your pj pants. You don’t know what sound it was that left you, but to Raph it sounded like a moan, egging him on. And it was then, with both hands on your ass, that Raph lifted you up onto his lap, his lips moving from your mouth to the crook of your neck, humming as he started to softly kiss your skin. And that was when you realized you weren’t ready. No matter how much you tried to enjoy it, you just weren’t ready. You couldn’t lie to Raph.

“Raph”, you said softly, your voice shaky. But your boyfriend only hummed, pulling you in closer, his tongue poking against your skin. “Raph, please”, you said, hoping that he would look at you, and realize that the shake in your voice was not from pleasure, but insecurity, nuggets of fear. Not fear of your boyfriend, but fear of the proposed act. And when you felt his teeth softly grace your skin, panic sat in. “Raph!”

Shocked, Raph sat up straight, looking at you in fear, worried that he had hurt you in some way.

“What happened?! Are you okay, (Y/N)?”, he asked, eyes wide, his worry only growing stronger when you didn’t answer him.

You didn’t know what to say, nor what to do. You feared that the moment that you told Raph what was going on, he would get mad. That he would tell you to get over it, that you were making it a bigger deal than it actually was. But you couldn’t lie. It was not right to you, and in the end it wouldn’t be right to Raph either. You had to tell him.

“I’m sorry, Raph”, you said, unable to meet his eyes. “But I can’t”.

“What do you mean?”, Raph asked, his voice almost cracking with worry.

“I’m… I’m not ready. I can’t do it. I’m sorry”, you mumbled, feeling your eyes prickling with tears as you looked down upon your own lap, unable to meet Raph’s eyes. You felt ashamed.

Raph stayed silent for a moment, letting your words process in his mind. But then, Raph chuckled, placing an index finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, your wet eyes meeting his warm and loving ones and his reassuring smile. And then he said something you had never expected.

“That’s absolutely fine. I would never want you to do something that you’re not ready for. We’ll wait for another day”, Raph said.

“You’re not mad?”, you asked surprised, for a moment wondering if Raph was playing a trick on you.

“Of course not”, Raph chuckled, confused as to why you would ask such a question. “Like I said; I would never want you to do anything that you’re not ready for. I’m willing to wait until you’re ready and even longer than that. We have plenty of time so there’s no need to hast, plus -”. Raph nodded towards the television where your show was still running. “- we just missed half the episode”.

“Oh no”, you smiled, feeling your eyes dry. “We better get watching then”.

“Agreed”, Raph smiled, holding you close once more as you turned your attention back on the show, going back to where you left off. And as you cuddled up against Raph’s side once again, his arm around you and his lips pressing another kiss to your forehead, you couldn’t help but feel thankful for your amazing boyfriend.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt raphael x reader #rise raph #rise raph x reader #rise raphael #rise raphael x reader

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nyx-is-missing · 2 years ago

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Could you write Clarisse La Rue x Fem Poseidon, where the reader is also a forbidden daughter like Percy?

Rises the moon

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (posseidon's kid)

Summary: when your new sibling gets claimed, you cannot sleep, thank Gods Clarisse cares enough, or too much.

Warnings: none really, but fluff, comfort, clarisse being sweet, life crisis

(Again, i did not rewied it, and it is probably mediocre, but we love our girl clarisse)

That was a moment of rare peace.

It mas the middle of the night, everyone was sleeping, and i had escaped for a quick swim.

The truth is that i couldnt sleep, some days ago, a little boy arrived at camp, poor kid, his eyes had such sadness, lost the only family he had, and just as every newly found demigod, he was confused.

And then, he is my brother, his claim was fast, like a clean cut, but to me it felt like ages, i was watching the trident appear on his head in slow motion, and every tought came to me, specially because i knew, i knew the feeling, i knew the pain, i knew the revolt.

And oh how i felt it all again, not only my father was fucking my life, our life, he was making it 11 times worst, no gods would like the fact that there is now 2 forbidden children, it was unsafe, and now we were unsafe.

"Sneaking out are we?"

I turned around with such speed i almost got dizzy.

"Clarisse! You scared me"

I half whisper, she was standing on the pier next to me, with her hair in a low ponytail, some old soft shorts and a oversided worn of shirt, simple, but so beautiful in my eyes.

"Why are you whispering? We are alone"

"I was trying not to get caught"

"And how exactly is that going for you?- wait you're swimming in your underwear?

Clarisse squinted her eyes trying to see me inside the water.

"...I was going to wake percy up if i opened the drawers to search my bikinis and went changing, besides, Posseidon kid, i can get dry in a second."

And before she could do what i tought she would, insult percy, i said:

"...do you want to join me?"

"Can you dry me too?"

She smiles while taking her shoes off.

"I can try"

I say, turning my back to her while she took the rest of her clothes off.

Seconds later i feel her getting into the water, more seconds later, i feel her hands on my shoulders, compared to my own skin, her's was hot

"You can turn around now..."

She looked even more beautiful in the moonlight, smiling shyly, glowing togheter with the water.

I hold her hand, those hands who made many fall to the ground everyday, those hands made me calm, reminded me of myself, that i was alive, that i was okay.

The way she always pressed the middle of my palm whenever i was nervous made come back to reality everytime.

How could that she, so mean, with a heavy presence, always made me feel light?

Like i was eternally into water, letting the flow take me wherever, so so happy.

I layed my head on her shoulder, letting myself be hugged, be light again.

"Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it? Hm?"

"Tomorrow...for now, can you just hug me?"

She didnt answered, but i could feel, her arms tightening, and a quick kiss on my forehead.

I was all so beautiful.

#fanfic #lesbian #percy jackson #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

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spicyspiders · 1 year ago

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force of nature

Qimir x male reader

1.3k words

Warning for inappropriate usage of the Force.

“Why’re you here?” You questioned into the Force, knowing the presence lingering in your mind would answer. You remember the first day you could feel him in your mind, feeling like a dark drop added to the pool of your thoughts. You always tried to keep your mind calm and clear, but it was difficult ever since he showed up.

Alongside the chuckle he gave, you could feel his words dripping with intrigue, “I could ask you the same thing, could I not?”

You let out an angry sign through your nose, not only was he annoying, but he was also right. “It’s not like I invited you inside,” you answered.

The man let out another laugh, “it sure did feel like you did,” his next words came out mockingly as you tried to pinpoint just who this man was, “here I am just trying to meditate.”

In your mind, you could see bits and pieces of the man: sleek dark hair and tan skin all bundled up in dark robes. You could feel the man looking at you as well, which led to learning just how dark his eyes were. You only had a short moment of eye contact before something was forcing you out.

“Until next time,” the man said, his voice like a whisper in the back of your mind as your connection was broken.

Your eyes opened with a gasp as his words echoed through your ears. Your body felt heavy and weighed down, though your body was suspended in the air during your time of intense meditation. You went back down to the flood slowly, as did other items that you accidentally lifted with the Force.

You walked to your refresher on shaky legs, knowing that a bit of cold water to your face would help. You were nervous to look into the mirror, afraid that the man might be there on the other side.

“Looking for me?” He questioned, his voice low and sultry. The water dripped from your face into the sink below as you felt the connection open back up, like the man was waiting for a response.

It wasn’t as strong as whatever he did or used, but you put your own walls up, blocking the man out. You had other things to tend to. The last you got of him that day was a laugh as his presence washed over you one last time before it was gone.

—

“What have you invited me in on?” He asked, startling you.

Your mouth opens with a yell, “get out!” You hissed angrily aloud. Your hand tightens around the base of your cock, staving off your orgasm. You were not going to let him ruin it.

“I’m nowhere near you,” he responds. It sounded crazy, but he almost sounded sad. “I could help out, you know,” he said, and you could hear the slow grin spread out over his words as he spoke.

“I don’t need-” you bit your lip trying to keep the noise you wanted to let out when you felt the sensation of his Force signature run across your body.

“It seems like it,” he says back, his voice sounding like it’s right by your ear, “you seem,” he pauses, “frustrated.”

“That’s because someone’s interrupting me,” you say aloud again, this time through gritted teeth.

“Which is why I’m offering to help,” the voice says back as it travels from one ear to the next as he speaks.

“I can take care of myself,” you say back as you give a slow stroke to your cock.

“You don’t think this could be better?” The voice asks, low into your head. What you see next is images of tan hands caressing your body, callused as they glide across your skin. Though he wasn’t physically in the room with you, as the images flashed through your mind, you could feel exactly where they were.

Your head fell back against the headboard of your bed as you saw images of the man between your spread legs. There was a force keeping your body in place, but you fought against it, wanting to look down to see if the image of who the man was would come through in your mind.

Out of your control, your legs spread to make space for the feeling of the man between them. “What do you see?” He asked.

You had to concentrate through all of the sensations you were feeling and all of the things you were seeing, but you eventually found your voice to respond, “you,” you whispered.

“What do you feel?” The man asked, his presence now behind you.

It was like an out of body experience as you saw in your mind the man behind you in bed. Your back was on his broad chest, one of his arms wrapped around your chest, right against the skin atop your beating heart, while the other was between your legs.

“You,” you repeated.

You knew that it wasn’t actually his hand between your legs, but as you stroked your cock, so did the man in your brain. You could hear his breaths in your ear as his hand slid along your cock at a perfect pace. His breathing became heavy as the hand around your cock went faster, and you swore you could feel the warmth of it at your neck.

“I’m going to find you,” he said, his voice full of promise, “I need to find you,” the man said as he sent the image of his body laid out similar to your own. You could see his hand glide along his slick cock, the picture of it already seared into your mind. “I’ll teach you everything I know. I’ll give you everything.”

You came with a loud moan as your cock shot ropes of cum across your chest. The euphoria you felt hit once more seconds later as the man came, sending the sensation through the open connection.

It was nearly too much to feel as if you were being hit by another orgasm, but the feeling soon mellowed out. You were both left panting, the sound syncing up through the connection as you both came down.

“That was better, I will admit,” you said to the man through the Force. The edges of your connection went warm as you heard the man’s laughter.

“There will only be more good to come,” he responded, a darkness to the edge of his words.

The connection went dark after that, leaving his words echoing through your brain.

—

“I didn’t realize I would have company,” you say out loud as your wet hands ran over your body, rubbing soap all over your skin. The lake you stood in was cold, but your body was soon coming accustomed to the chill. Perhaps it was due to the man’s warmth you felt as the connection opened back up.

“I couldn’t resist,” the man says with a chuckle.

“Is that what you use your abilities for? To tell when I’m naked?”

“It’s not all that I use it for,” he responds.

“I’m in no need of help,” you say when you feel his Force signature on your skin. Maybe with your back you did, but you weren’t going to tell the man that.

You meant the words as a joke and for the man to not take them seriously, but after you said the words, he had gone quiet.

“Did I bore you?”

You didn’t think you did. It was only a few days since your last encounter, so if you had truly bored him, he likely wouldn’t have returned as soon as he had.

When he answered your question, his voice sounded closer than it had been thus far, “I told you I would find you,” he said before the connection once again went dark.

It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together: that he had been using his powers to observe the environment around you and pinpoint the planet you were on. He now knew your exact location.

#x male reader #x male reader smut #qimir #qimir x reader #qimir x male reader #qimir x male reader smut

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multifandomworldsposts · 1 year ago

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Finally Meeting

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

warning: hickeys, making out, protected sex, death threats

A/N: this story is from kinktober but a longer version!

Y/N’s POV

I’ve been messaging a youtuber name Colby Brock for a year and I’m finally going to meet him at the Trap House. We met at Playlist Live last year and we’ve been chatting since then and facetiming each other and Colby showing me his roommates including some friends of youtube friends as well.

One day, I bought a plane ticket to go to LA so I can meet Colby in person, but I didn’t tell Colby about it because I want to make it a surprise. I text the Trap House guys without Colby in it and told them when I’m landing and where my luggage is at so they can meet me. When I landed I text them that I’m in Los Angeles, Elton, Corey, Devyn, and Jake came to pick me up from the airport and we made a plan because they said to the rest of the house that they’re going to Target, so we went to Target and got some stuff they needed and I got some stuff for myself.

“Let’s put your stuff in a separate bag so Colby will kinda figures out that you’re here.” Elton says getting a separate bag ready for me.

“Okay. Are you sure this’ll work?” I ask.

“Colby tells us what you eat by the facetiming you guys do.” Corey says.

“Okay.” I said. I hope this works.

When we got to the house I get nervous, Devyn notices and tries to calm me down, I can’t believe I’m meeting Colby since we saw each other last year.

“Alright, Devyn, stay with Y/N and Corey text Devyn when it’s time for you two to go in.” Elton says with a camera on and has the Target bags in his other hand.

“Alright, you ready Y/N?” Corey asks.

“I am but still nervous.” I say.

“I’ll be here with you okay?” Devyn says rubbing her hand against on my back.

I nod. I’m ready.

Elton, Corey, and Jake goes in and Devyn and I were talking quietly so no one inside can hear us. Corey texts Devyn, it’s time to see him. Devyn takes my things and opens the door for me, the house looks so cool in real life. Colby walks out, his face looks confused but excited at the same time, I run towards him and runs towards me, we hug so tightly, I can’t believe I’m here with him.

“I can’t believe it’s you! I thought you have school today?” Colby stops hugging me and says.

“I lied, I had a flight to come here and Elton, Corey, Jake, and Devyn helped me.” I say.

“I fucking knew it! I saw the bag of things that you eat, I knew there was something going on!” Colby says looking at the guys.

The guys and I laugh.

I get settled in the house in Colby’s room and I felt tired so I took a nap. After the nap, everyone and I went to Dave & Buster’s, Colby and I went around to other games so we can talk to each other privately.

“I still can’t believe you’re here.” Colby says while we’re walking to a game.

“I can’t believe it either.” I say following him.

“You wanna get in the photo booth?” Colby asked.

“Sure.” I nod and smile.

We go to the photo booth and we take pictures, like us smiling, kissing, and some of the trap house boys came in and photobombed us. The pictures came out great! I send a picture of the four pictures of Colby, the roommates, and I to my parents so they can tell that Colby is real including the roommates as well. My parents believe me!

A FEW DAYS LATER

Colby and I have been talking about our personal lives for a while now and we began to kiss each other sometimes, but we’re not ready to go too far.

“You still tired?” Colby asks me.

“I am, it’s just the time zones, you know.” I tiredly say.

“I get what you’re saying Y/N/N.” He says.

Eventually, Colby introduced me to some of his youtube friends like, Brennen Taylor, which he’s kinda nice but he makes me uncomfortable.

Colby and I went on some dinner dates and some of his fans were nice but really rude at the same time. We went to some haunted places in Los Angeles as well which I really enjoy haunted places and anytime I get scared I would hold on to Colby and he would understand what I’m doing so he would hold on to me as well.

One night, Colby and I were alone, everyone went out to do a video or something but Colby and I stayed back. Colby was really touchy this night. All you can hear is me giggling by him touching me, and we start to kiss. I haven’t been kissed before so this felt special to me. Colby and I made out for a few minutes until we began to take our clothes off and Colby getting a condom for protection. He goes in and out of me and us moaning at the same time. He gives me hickeys, I moan even louder, I don’t want him to stop.

We continue our session until Colby’s door opens and it’s Sam looking horrified and Colby covers us, I look embarrassed. I hide my face in Colby’s chest, I never felt embarrassed in my life. Sam runs out of Colby’s room and Colby and I look at each other and chuckle.

“We’ll go somewhere special next time I promise.” Colby gets a strand of hair out my face.

“I’d like that.” I smile.

I’m so happy I’m with him but I hope we do something else then what we just did.

NEXT WEEK

I post pictures of Colby and I on social media.

And this how I told the world.

‘yes, the rumors are true, i’m dating colby brock. we’ve been dating quite some time now and he makes me beyond happy and my family and friends can see it, him and i are happy together and a lot of people support our relationship. love yourself and treat people with kindness! 🥰🤍’

I got death threats from a BUNCH of people.

colbsxkoala: why would he date her???

xplrupdates: she looks fucking ugly 🤮

colbyybbrocks_necklaceee: colby, choose better 🙄

sam_666_golbrock: it’s a no for me

solbybrockers: ew. i can see her fattiness in these pictures 🤮

Colby can tell on how much these comments affected me. Even the trap house noticed how my body language was and they all knew how upset I am about a lot of these comments.

“Don’t listen to them Y/N, they’re just trying to make you feel bad about yourself and your nothing but a sweet and kind person and I can tell how Colby feels around you, he’s so happy to be with you, I’ve never seen him this happy in my life.” Sam says to me while I was sniffling.

“You think so?” I wipe off my tears off my face.

“I know so, Y/N, don’t let these comments ruin your life, you wanna go out with the guys, the girls, including me and Colby to get some ice cream?” He asks.

“Yeah sure, ice cream always works for times like this.” I say wiping tears away from my face again.

“I mean that is true.” He chuckles.

Everyone and I went to go out and I felt nervous the whole time, Colby could see it.

“Relax, we’re all here, if something happens we’re here to protect you.” Colby whispers in my ear.

“I know, it’s just now I’m terrified to go out because of those people on social media talking about me.” I whisper in Colby’s ear.

“We’ll protect you on and offline.” He whispers.

“Thank you.” I whisper back.

We get our ice cream and then we walk around to see what’s going on in LA, some fans came up to us but I tried to stay positive around them but they were really sweet. I would check my phone once in a while and the comments are flowing in but I’m trying to check my messages like my parents wondering what’s going on in LA and am I okay there.

to be continued…

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julilovesyou444 · 2 years ago

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my first ~ tom kaulitz

background ~ love confession that leads to something else, all from Tom’s point of view.

warnings ~ no proofreading, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, smut, p in v, praise, oral fem receiving, breeding ig? idk tbh but it’s naughty sooooo🙉🙈 be prepared LMAO

a/n ~ heres a small blurb, writers block is going insane rn. also someone called my writing “corny” or something… like if you don’t like it, then DONT READ‼️what do u want me to say? sorry??? nah. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING ANYTHING LIKE THIS BESIDES HEAD SO PLS BE NICE IDK WHAT IM DOING. I learned everything from here and wattpad so don’t blame me😓 thanks for the love too

I was sitting on some raggedy couch, girls practically throwing themselves at me. we had finished a concert about an hour ago, and i insisted that we partied to celebrate. I had no idea I’d be so miserable. I slowly sipped my drink, looking around. girls were saying all kinds of things to me, touching me, but they were all so incoherent. I didn’t care about them right now. I couldn’t focus on them while I was looking for her.

my eyes continued their search throughout the crowded room until they found what they were looking for. there she was. standing off to the side, drink in her hand, smile on her face. bill and I had met her right before we started our band. she had always been so close with bill. i had been so jealous of that. i wanted to be as close to her as she was with bill, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let myself. the feelings she made me feel were so unfamiliar, and they scared me. I hated not being in control, and whenever I was around her, I lost complete control over myself and my thoughts.

she looked so beautiful, tonight. of course I would never tell her that. it wasnt my place. we didn’t talk to each other like that. even though I wish we did, at least sometimes. I adored how her clothes hugged tightly to her figure and how confident she acted without being cocky. bill had invited her on tour with us. I was reluctant, I didn’t know how I would feel with her being with us all the time. but I didn’t want to be the only one to object, so I accepted.

it was always fun with her, she knew how to electrify a room and light it up instantly. i avoided time alone with her. I hoped she didn’t think I was doing it because I didn’t like her. i just got… nervous.

I watched her from the couch until her eyes connected to mine. I thought she would look away, but she didn’t. She brought her cup to her mouth and took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving mine. the lights from the party flashed in her eyes, making them sparkle as if diamonds were encrusted in them. I could stare into them all day. I couldn’t read the look on her face. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling about this; about me.

Some random girl shoved my shoulder, causing me to look over.

“Can you stop being so boring? I think i might get another drink…”, she complained and slurred , clearly drunk. I rolled my eyes and sat her on the couch, getting up as I did so. My back was turned to the party and I tried to get this hammered girl to calm down. Eventually, I was able to get her to just chill out on the couch. I turned around, wanting to see if she was still watching me. To my disappointment, she was gone. I looked around. I looked around the party some more, and again, and again.

“where the fuck did she run off to?”, i muttered to myself, slowly turning myself in a circle, trying to locate her possible location. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted her.

That’s when my eyes landed on a set of stairs that led upstairs. I walked over, randoms saying hi to me as i did. music was blaring and the room had cans and solo cups lining the floor. it reeked of bad weed and alcohol. I made my way to the top of the stairs. I came at a stop when I got to the upstairs. it was still loud, but definitely not as loud as it was downstairs. there was a single long hallway, lined with tall doors, and at the end of the hallway was a big bay window that faced the back of the house. no lights were turned on, but the moon shone brightly and dimly lit up the corridor. I saw her, sitting down on the little cushions by the window, gazing out. she didn’t know I was here with her. the moonlight danced on her skin, illuminating her so perfectly.

I walked slowly over to her. As soon as I came in her eyesight, I noticed she was a bit startled, but relaxed when she saw it was just me.

she gazed back up at the night sky, the millions of stars reflecting onto her pupils. she looked so ethereal with the moon light dancing on her skin.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”, she softly asked, as she interrupted my thoughts. she looked over at me with the sweetest smile.

I wasn’t even looking at the moon, just at her.

“Very…”, I mumbled.

She smiled at me and looked back towards the window.

“What are you doing up here? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”, she said. I scoffed.

“I usually enjoy these parties, but tonight, I don’t know, I’m just not feeling it I guess.”

“Really? You had so many girls all over you… I would’ve thought that you’d be in heaven.”, she laughed. I smiled and shook my head a little.

“I don’t know what’s going on with me… I just didn’t want them like I usually would’ve.”, i shrugged.

“Is anything bothering you?”, she asked, looking genuine.

“the tom I know would never not be enjoying the fact that so many girls were all over them.”, she added.

“I don’t know… it’s just that, I’ve been dealing with some shit and I don’t know how to handle it.”

“maybe if you tell me, I can help. I know we aren’t like best friends or anything but you know I’m always here for you, right?”, she asked, looking up at me and placing her hand on my arm.

“yea, yea, I know… I think it’ll feel good to finally tell someone. I know a lot of the times I get perceived as a guy who only likes girls for things like sex and their bodies, and to be honest, it’s somewhat true. there’s just this one girl, this one girl, that I like way way way more than that, and I don’t know what to do or how to tell her.”, I vented.

“does she like you back?”

“that’s the thing… I don’t know.”

“oh, c’mon Tom, everyone likes you, im sure she does too.”, she tried to reassure me.

“you think?”

“positive. uh… sorry if this is invasive or something, but who is this girl? just curious…”, she said quickly. I cocked my head and smiled at her curiosity.

“Why do you wanna know?”, i asked.

“Um… nevermind, forget it. I don’t know why I wanted to know…”, she looked away from me.

“well i can tell you something about her…”, I started. I decided it was now or never. I had a feeling that my feelings were mutual.

“Hm?”, she said, looking back to me. I leaned down and let my mouth hover by her ear.

“she’s standing right in front of me.”, i said, just above a whisper. I could feel her tense up. I looked at her face. her eyes her wider and her mouth, slightly agape.

“what?”, was all she said. I stood up straight.

“You heard me.”, i said.

“you can’t just say that and not say anything else.”, she protested.

I shrugged.

“… are you being serious?”, she asked in a hushed tone. I looked over at her and was met with her big eyes.

“dead serious.”

“So you actually-”

“Like you? Mhm, yep, surprised me a bit too.”

She didn’t say anything and just stood there silent for a moment, processing everything I just told her.

“how does that make you feel, hm?”, I asked.

she didn’t say anything for a moment, but I watched her previous face turn into one of confidence.

“good, tom. it makes me feel good to know you feel the same way I feel about you.”

i smirked.

“you already knew that though, didn’t you?”, she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“pfft. Of course I did.”

I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind us. as soon as I turned around, she was all over me. she pulled me by my neck down to kiss her, and i let her. her hands moved to the sides of my jaw, pulling me in as if I could get any closer. I pressed my hands on the small of her back, bringing her body flush against mine. my hands found a comfortable position on her hips. we kissed so much, I felt I was floating. her hands roamed my body as we did, feeling my skin where-ever she could. I used my hands to back her up against the counter. I moved them to be under her thighs, and she quickly got the memo. I hoisted her up so she was sitting on the edge of the counter. this way, it was easier to get to other places i wanted to explore.

I pulled back admired her for a second. sitting on the counter, just waiting for me to come back. I couldn’t stay away for long.

I moved my lips to her neck, leaving little soft and short kisses all over. I began to lightly suck, and as time went on, I starting going harder. she gave me the exact reaction I wanted, her little gasps and panting motivating me to do more.

I traveled from her neck, to her collarbone, then to a little lower. my hands found the bottom hem of her shirt. I looked up at her.

“can I?”

she quickly nodded and that was all I needed to see. I took her shirt off.

I felt my breath get caught in my throat. she was wearing a small lacy black bra.

“holy…”, I breathed out.

i snaked my hands around her torso and unclasped it, never breaking eye contact.

“you’re so beautiful, y’know that?”, i said huskily.

“thank you.”, she said, blushing. she looked away from my eyes as I peeled the bra off of her.

“hey, don’t be shy now. I’ve always thought you were beautiful, always wanted to tell you that. I’m glad I can now.”, i said, reassuring her. she looked back at me and smiled. I kissed her, much softer and gentler than I had been. my hands made their way to her boobs, massaging them slightly. I felt her breathing pick up a little. I kept kissing her, but I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss at her reaction. i played with her nipples between my two fingers, simply trying to get a reaction out of her. I successfully did just that, little noises escaping her throat as I continued. I pulled away.

“you like that?”

her eyes were screwed shut as she fastly nodded. I looked at her body as I kept playing with it. she was so hot. so so hot. I was so turned on, just at the sight of her.

“I wanna take care of you. Can I do that?”, I asked, my hands tracing up and down her thighs.

“please.”, she said. i smirked. her desperation made me want to pleasure her all the much more.

“I don’t do this that much, but for you, I will. you’re special.”

she opened her eyes and watched as i moved down to my knees. I used to hands to ride her skirt up, and then placed them on her knees to slowly open her legs. I loved teasing her. she was wearing light pink underwear, heavily contrasting the bra I had just taken off. There was already a little wet spot on them.

“Awwww, you’re already so excited, princess.”, i cooed, my fingers lightly brushing over the spot. she breathed in quickly at the contact. she lifted her hips and let me take her underwear off. I stuck them in my back pocket and refocused myself on the sight in front of me. I feverishly left kisses on her inner thighs while mumbling praises to her.

“so…so… pretty.”, I murmured.

I kept getting closer and closer to the place she needed me to touch her most. I could tell she was getting needy.

I ran my fingers down her slit, collecting all of the wetness that had formed. i stuck them in my mouth and watched as her mouth fell open due to my actions. i put my head back in between her legs and started licking her clit. my hands were gripping her thighs, keeping them all the way apart. she gasped and threw her head back as I kept going. I used one of my hands to put one of my fingers in her. I looked up and saw her eyebrows knit together and her nose scrunched up. her mouth was slack and so many pretty noises were leaving. her one hand gripped the edge of the counter while the other one tangled itself in my hair. after a good couple minutes, I decided to switch it up and moved my tongue down to her hole and my fingers rubbed her sweet spot. this did things for her, and I could tell how much pleasure she was receiving. she started repeating my name, over and over again. I started to pick up the pace, and her moans grew louder. I was thankful for how loud it was outside, but I also wouldn’t have cared if people could hear us.

I felt her legs tighten around my head, and then begin to shake. her chest was heaving, up and down, uo and down. she kept telling me she was close, but it was hard to hear her because she was so out of breath. I kept the pace I had, fucking her with my tongue, as she rode out her high. as she came, I made sure to lock up every last bit. she managed to open her eyes and watch me as i did.

“you’re so hot.”, she panted out, catching her breath. I stood up, now wanting to get a little pleasure for myself. I took her off the counter and spun her around so her backside was against me. I lowered my head to her ear.

“you were so good for me, love. I love seeing you come undone, can we do that a second time?”, I asked, my lips pressed to her ear.

“mhm.”, she nodded, making eye contact with me in the mirror. with that, I bent her over the counter and unzipped my pants. I pushed her entire skirt up all the way so I could get a look at her entire ass. she was bent over, waiting for me. if I was able to take a picture, I would’ve. she looked so incredibly good. I didn’t think she knew how much I had dreamed for this moment.

I ran my tip through her fold, teasing her a bit. she was already wet from her previous climax, so I didn’t need to prepare her too much. I pushed myself into her, but not the whole thing. I watched her face in the mirror. she gripped onto the counter top, and her jaw was slack once again. I let her get comfortable before pushing myself in further, all the way until i bottomed out. she moaned, letting her head fall. I waited a moment for her to get used to my size before I began to steadily move. her head was still down, facing the counter. I used my hand to grip her chin and move her face back up. I started to move a little faster.

“I want you to watch yourself.”, i said. she started to watch all the faces I was making her do in the mirror, and I was going crazy over it. my eyes kept darting between her face and then down, to see myself pound into her.

“mmm, you’re taking me so well, baby. you’re being so good for me, right now.”, I groaned out. during the whole thing, she was a moaning mess. I loved it. I loved how vocal she was about how good I was making her feel.

my arm wrapped itself around her and found her clit again, rubbing figure eights on it. I watched the pure ecstasy spread across her. I kept going all the way in, and almost all the way out before pushing my length back into her at such a fast pace, I knew she would be a mess in minutes. I knew I would be too.

And I was right. after only a small amount of time, she was having trouble keeping her head up.

“Tom! im- im so close again-“, she cried out as I didn’t let myself slow down.

“I know baby, I am too-“

I let my other hand massage her ass, slapping it a couple times too.

I wasn’t lying when I told her I was close. I had been for a while too, but I was holding out for her. I felt the knot in my stomach keep growing and growing, but I could feel it starting to become undone.

“Tom- im, im coming-“, she panted out. her boobs bounced every single time I went in and out.

“me too”, my eyes screwed shut as reached my climax. I felt her reach hers right before me, her legs shaking and a string of moans in the air. that pushed me over the edge, and I felt the knot become completely undone. I groaned as I released into her, my seed dripping out of her hole. I rode out my high for a little, but eventually stopped moving. she was catching her breath.

I pulled over and quickly cleaned myself before zipping my pants back up. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned her up too as she resteadied herself. i insisted on helping her get dressed again, despite her saying she could do it on her own. I put her bra and shirt back on. we kept giggling as I did. high off of life. I had wanted to keep the panties i pocketed, but she begged for them back. they were her favorite pair. she put them back on and then readjusted her skirt and hair in the mirror. I leaned against the wall, observing as she did.

“I didn’t think i would ever tell you I liked you.”, I admitted.

“why not?”, she asked, still fixing her hair.

“I think I was too nervous… you know I feel like your the first real crush I’ve ever had.”

“awww, im your first???”, she joked around.

“yes, you’re my first.”, I rolled my eyes playfully. I crossed my arms across my chest.

she turned around and hugged me, placing her head on my chest. she was smiling so big at my confession. I loved her smile. I loved everything about her.

“it’s okay tom, you were mine too.”, she said.

“Wait what?”, I hugged her back with a confused look on my face.

“I’ve liked you since I was like nine, silly. that’s why I was always so close with bill and not as much as you, I was always too like scared to be around you because I had a crush on you.”, she confessed.

“Really??? How did I not know this??”, I asked, shocked.

“I don’t know, you’re just really oblivious, I guess.”, she teased.

I laughed and looked down at her.

finally, i got what I had wanted.

her.

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Avoidance

Lo’ak x (Chubby) Fem Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Insecure reader, Masturbation (Lo’ak), fingering, eating out

This idea just kinda came to me one day and I kept marinating on it until it turned into this fic. This is also an alternate universe where the humans didn’t come back to Pandora so the Omatikaya don’t live in the hallelujah mountains.

So the ending felt right for me, because I tried writing more but it didn’t flow, might do another part, not sure

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Translation Station

Kaltxì: Hello

Ma’eveng: My child

Tanleng: Bark

Tewng: Loincloth

Skxawng: Moron, Idiot

Narlor ‘eve: Beautiful Girl

Word Count: 5.3k

There had been something about the way she walked that always caught my attention, I would find my eyes traveling down toward her backside as I shamelessly stared, taking in the view of her plump ass, but was met by an even greater view as she decided to bent over at that moment to pick something up and I felt as though she’d purposely put herself on display. I silently thanked Eywa for allowing me to be at this place and time as I zoned out at the view before me, tempted to bite my lip in the process but stopping myself from doing so, wondering how I could work up the courage to bring myself to talk to her but drawing blanks.

“Are you even listening to me, Bro?” Spider’s voice slowly transitions me from focusing in her bum to turning around and facing him, a smirk playing at my lips as I stated the following.

“Sometimes your words put me to sleep, Cuz, I can’t help it if I zone out-“ I was met with a slap on my shoulder before the both of us caught one another's eyes and began to laugh.

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I had decided to step out of the comfort of the lab- all because Norm believed it would be better for me to become more social- and found myself lost on what to do. On the one hand, I could understand why he wanted me to start socializing but on the other, I had too much anxiety to be able to deal with anything. I could feel myself beginning to play with the fingers on my hands as I nervously looked around. I’m surprised that in all my anxious thinking I even remembered to put a mask on my face.

I had ended up meeting Norm in his avatar as he began talking to me, feeling a sense of peace upon seeing a familiar face and wanting nothing more than to stick to him and follow him around, but I didn’t want to seem like a lost puppy in front of the native’s eyes.

“I talked to Mo’at earlier today and she said she could use your help with weeding out the bad plants she has in her stock.” He explains as he begins walking, guiding me toward her healing hut, and I couldn’t help but nod as I follow along his spacious footsteps.

“Don’t they usually pick what they need as to not have an overabundance of things?” I asked shyly and feared he’d missed what I had said before he turns his head with a small smile.

“Yes, but there are rare occasions when they overstock, but I would like you to collect what is damaged so we can research it.” He states enthusiastically and I find myself nodding once more, continuing the walk in silence until we managed to get into the healing hut.

Norm had done most of the talking, not because I couldn’t speak the language, I could speak it just fine, but I always managed to get nervous and trip over my words. As he introduces me I couldn’t help but let a small wave speak for me as I had suddenly felt my tongue grow heavy and my mouth dry on the spot.

“Kaltxì, ma’eveng,” Mo’at shares a smile with me and I couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the warm comfort of her’s calming my anxiety slightly.

“Could you please start by picking through the box full of tanleng, I will show you what to look for so you can learn how to pick through it, then I can give you a satchel to put it in so you can do your research.” She states as she points over toward the box with her hand, I nod my head as I walk over to find the correct box filled with what she had asked.

It doesn’t take long before I find the box containing the tree bark and lean down to grasp it, ensuring my grip on the box is secure before lifting it up, realizing its a little heavier than I had anticipated. But right as I stand up and am about to begin walking I can hear laughter.

My cheeks redden at the sound and wish the ground could open up to swallow me whole, I had no idea there would be people here who would end up laughing at my efforts, I attempted to shrug it off as I turned to see Spider laughing alongside Lo’ak. I shimmied off as fast as I could to attempt to not be the laughing stock between both men.

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This had been the second time I had seen her after a while, she had been wearing a dress that accentuated her features well, every one of her curves put up on display for anyone to see. I’d grown jealous of anyone in her proximity as she knelt down next to Spider, watching as her bum doubles in size, taking in a big breath as I whistle out, being no better than my dad simping for my mom.

I couldn’t hear what Spider had been saying to her but he carefully stuck his hand in front of the flower on the ground and watch as the the tendrils come out and wrap around his arm, watching her shocked expression wash over her face before Spider shakes his hand and the tendrils detach from his hands.

I watch as he insists she do the same, laughing at her hesitation before she slowly brings her arm closer to the flower and yelping in surprise as soon as its tendrils come out to wrap around her arm, their shared laughter being heard.

It wasn’t until I was near them that I had realized my feet carried me across the open field, now standing pretty close to the two and feeling my eyes solely focused on her figure.

“What are you two up to?” I asked casually as my eyes quickly avert toward Spider to not get caught staring at her.

“I’m teaching her about the flora,” Spider answers right as she shakes her hand lightly and manages to get the tendrils to let go of her.

“Hi,” I wave at her while speaking to her in English, I watch as her eyes find mine and she seems rather shocked that I had talked to her, but she shyly waves without saying anything back.

It doesn’t take long before Spider and I are talking, and at first she hadn’t bothered with saying much until Spider kept forcing her to participate in our conversation, she was a good listener and her voice was adorable to listen to.

“Would you say its hot today?” Spider asks her with a roll of his eyes after I had brought up how warm it was feeling. He had decided to ask her in Na’Vi and up until now I had no idea she could understand it as we had been speaking in English.

“A little, but not as hot as other days prior,” She answered back to him in Na’Vi and it catches me off guard as she pronounced the words correctly, my smile forming as she answered, suddenly feeling the urge to speak to her in my native tongue as well.

“Is that why you wore something different today?” I asked, honestly thinking it was an innocent question until she smiled awkwardly before standing.

“I have to go back to the lab, thank you for teaching me about the flora, Spider, I appreciate it.” She speaks to him before turning to me.

“I had fun talking with you,” She smiles once more before turning around and walking away.

“Dude-“ Spider started to talk to me but I zoned him out as I stared at her walking away, watching as she walked and swayed her hips from side to side, feeling as though I had been hypnotized. I could even hear a mumbling going on behind me but felt as though my cock was starting to feel restrained within the confines of my tewng.

I still hadn’t paid attention as my tongue comes out to wet my lips as her hips continue their hypnotic sashay, it wasn’t until I felt my cock pulse that I had realized what was happening, face turning to face my lap as the mumbling starts becoming clearer and I can hear how angry Spider is.

I’d suddenly been able to register the words Spider had been mumbling and went along the lines of me being a skxawng for not having a filter or consideration for my word choice, but I knew that at this moment none of that mattered, I needed to get up and go to my secluded spot away from people to get the alone time my body desperately craved. I uttered a half assed apology toward the guy before turning hotly on my heels to escape him.

It doesn’t take me too long to find my hideaway as I step into the cool cave, feeling how warm my body had been after watching her walk away as my back leans up against the wall, goosebumps covering my body, digging my hand into my tewng and hissing upon contact.

“Shit,” I mumble, bringing my cock out from the confines of my tewng and feeling the cool air wrap around it, hissing, simultaneously squeezing my shaft as I watch the bead of precome slide out.

I waste no time in dragging my hand up and down my shaft, collecting the beads of precome that slide out to glide my hand across the head before dragging it down to lube up the rest of my length, biting my lip and grunting as my hips gain a mind of their own and start to pump into my hand.

All I could do was bring myself to close my eyes as I envisioned her walking away once more, assessing her movements as my teeth dig into my bottom lip, feeling as my hips stuttered right as my orgasm ripped through me, opening my eyes and watching as the ropes of cum splatter on the floor, attempting to catch my breath as I shove myself back inside my tewng to appear presentable.

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I had been spending more time with Spider recently and I enjoyed it. I had come up to him a little while ago to ask him about being out of the lab and he had answered every one of my questions, he was such a kind soul and I’m starting to feel as though I’m becoming great friends with him, he doesn’t seem annoyed at me so far, unless he’s hiding it well.

I’d been able to hang out with him every once in a while and he’d decided to take me out to do some exploring of my own, something that had excited me. It

“You might want to change out of those clothes though, it’s pretty hot out there, I don’t think you’d be comfortable with those clothes.” He explains with his hands on his hips.

“What should I wear?” I asked him as he had commented on my long sleeves and jeans. It was usually kept cool in the lab, and being surrounded by metal made it colder, so I always dressed to stay warm.

“Something flowy if you have it,” He shrugs at his own suggestion and I could only think of one item I owned, it belonged to my mother and she had packed it with her so her and my father could have date nights, it was a white maxi-sun dress with little blue flowers all over them.

"I'd rather take my chances-“ I stated with a deadpanned look on my face, not wanting to put that sun dress on my body.

“Oh, I see.” He stated rather quickly before pursing his bottom lip and seemed in deep thought.

“I’ll take you somewhere where nobody will bug us and you can be comfortable in whatever you wear, and I promise, I won’t make fun of you for it at all.” He promises and thats not what gets me to cooperate, its the fact that he said we would be secluded.

But there I was, crouching down onto the floor like Spider had said to, attempting to hide my belly inbetween my legs as Lo’ak had decided to make conversation with us. I could feel the nerves entering my body as he and Spider were talking and started thinking of an exit strategy until Spider directed his questions toward me and started involving me in their conversation.

Lo’ak didn’t seem to mind as I answered some questions of my own and I could feel my own body beginning to to relax the more we talked, starting to feel a small sense of belonging, then Lo’ak had mentioned how warm it was.

“Would you say its hot today?” Spider asks me in Na’Vi and I am tempted to giggle as he had been going in and out of both languages.

“A little, but not as hot as days prior,” I responded back in Na’Vi this time, wondering if maybe I had been the reason he had been interchanging languages.

“Is that why you wore something different today?” Lo’ak asks with a smile playing at his lips and I could feel my self hatred washing over me, I knew I was seconds away from letting the tears start to form in my eyes before standing rather quick, stating the first excuse I could think of as I opened my mouth.

“I have to go back to the lab, thank you for teaching me about the flora, Spider, I appreciate it.” I stated and wanted to leave but knew it would be rather rude of me to not address Lo’ak either, feeling beyond nervous as I turn to him, hoping my hands were hiding my stomach well enough before speaking.

“I had fun talking with you,” I stated in a half-assed manner before offering a fake smile and turning hotly on my heels and walking back toward hells gate, which was still in view as I scurried off, weaving through the roots of the tree’s and being careful to not trip.

“Hey, back so soon?” Norm asks as he continues to focus on his research, looking up at me at the worst possible moment as the tears started streaming down my face.

“What happened?” He is quick to drop what he was working on and walked over toward me, but all I could do was sniffle and start to cry as he wraps his arms around me in comfort. After losing my parents he was the closest thing to a father I even had.

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“Have you seen Y/n?” I asked Spider as I see him walking out of hells gate empty handed, its not like we’d decided to bring her along today, but it had been several weeks since I’d seen her last.

“Yeah.” Is all Spider manages to answer and it makes me furrow my brows as he leaves my question unanswered.

“Where is she?” I asked him and see him turn to face me with a brow raised.

“She’s in there,” He points back toward hells gate before turning around and beginning to walk away from the very place he’d just pointed at.

“Wait-“ I stated too excitedly and watch as he turns around, raising a brow in my direction and pursing his lips as if he had just discovered something, I could only gulp upon staring at his face tie the pieces together.

“Wait.” I stated this time, attempting to push the thought out of his head before he could form it properly, not wanting him to have been able to pin everything down but seeing as the smirk starts forming on his face and realized that it was too late.

“You like her, don’t you?” Spider asks as he points an accusatory finger toward me and all I could do was allow the purple blush to consume my features, ears pinning themselves back automatically, and his laugh being cut off by his own gasp of realization.

“…” I was speechless and had nothing to say, no rebuts, no argument, nothing.

“Thats why you’re a skxawng around her, it finally makes sense, so the reason you left quickly the other day was because- oh my Eywa!”

“Spider!” I raised my voice to get him to stop but his eyes had already flickered down to my groin before coming back up to meet mine, I sigh heavily and roll my eyes at the man before me, I wasn’t sure how else to respond or what else could have been said since he’d cracked the code.

“Well you have to tell her,” He suggests as if it were obvious but I felt myself blushing once more.

“I can’t just tell her,” I groan in embarrassment.

“Why not?” He makes his way over toward me and squats down as I sit on the ground beneath me.

“Well…”

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“Hey,”

I stop dead in my tracks as I hear the voice of the person I’d been attempting to avoid for a while finally break through my concentration on this math problem I had been working on, my body immediately tensing upon hearing his voice, and my skin getting covered in goosebumps as a shiver threatened to run along my spine.

I turn my head to see the blue man and feel as though I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been doing, knowing I shared a look of guilt as my eyes were widened, I could attempt an escape but the only exit from where I sat was behind him and I knew I wasn’t fast enough.

“Hello?” My statement came out as a question since I hadn’t been expecting him here, he brings his tongue out to wet his lips as he nods understandingly, a hmph leaving his lips.

“You gonna tell me why you’re avoiding me?” He asks in a stern voice and that catches me off guard.

“I’m not?” I sounded as though I were trying to convince myself and even I could hear how pathetic that answer was.

“Don’t make me bully the answer out of you.” He states and I can feel the goosebumps rise on my skin once more, wondering what he meant by that.

“I’m not avoiding you.” I could actually believe myself that time.

“Bullshit,” He rolls his eyes and places his arms across his chest, taking a couple steps forward, my eyes glance over to check how far the only exit is from the lab tables I’m sitting at but still notice it a long ways away, looking back at Lo’ak as soon as possible to not seem as though I’m planning an escape route, but looking back at him he was already in front of me, a gasp leaving my lips upon seeing him standing before me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks in such a stern voice I felt as though I were in trouble, but a spark of arousal makes itself comfortable as I stare up into his green eyes, he was standing three heads taller than me while I sat, so I had to crane my neck up to look at him.

“I wasn’t-“ I started to poorly explain that I hadn’t been trying to go anywhere before he cut me off by squatting down so he could be eye level with me.

“Bull. Shit.” He enunciates his words and I could feel myself preemptively squeeze my thighs together, a movement so subtle I doubt he’d caught it since my thighs had already been close together.

“Guess I’ll have to bully it out of you.” He stated rather smoothly for the situation he had put me in.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked as I had been unsure of what he meant before he places a hand on my bare thigh, I wanted to slap his hand off, not because of his actions but because of how my thighs were.

My eyes trail down to watch as he leaves his hand on my thigh but moves his thumb to caress it gently, his own eyes focused on the action he had been doing, his other hand coming up toward my other thigh and repeating the action, he seemed mesmerized.

“What are you doing?” I asked nervously as he experimentally squeezes them, all of my confidence running out the door as he did so, and silently cursing at myself for having worn a skirt that rides up this far when I sat.

“Why are you avoiding me.” He repeats and averts my eyes from him, not wanting to look at him as my anxiety had been rising, making me too nervous to talk.

“M’ not.” I mutter a little too quietly, knowing damn well he could hear me since I’d seen his ears rising upward to listen.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asks as his hands ride up higher on my thighs, now gently pushing the fabric of my skirt, I could only bite my lip as my arousal was starting to grow.

“You heard me.” I stated rather boldly considering the situation I was in.

“Hmm,” He hums as a response before shifting his eyes from his own hands back up toward mine, making me stop breathing.

“I did,” He admits as he holds eye contact with me “Did you know I could smell you, too?” He asks and I feel myself inhaling sharply through my nose, my body stiffened at the thought of him having known that I had somehow found this arousing. His hands start inching closer before stopping right as the tips of his fingers disappeared underneath the fabric of my skirt.

He’s eyeing me as if waiting for my confirmation to continue, but I could only narrow my eyes, silently betting he wouldn’t do anything, not sure where this surge of confidence was coming from. His smirk forming on his features as he pushes one hand further until he finally comes into contact with my underwear.

He doesn’t stop there as his other hand moves further up my thigh as well, going further up toward the side of my hips, and dipping his hands down to the swell of my ass, actively lifting me up quickly and dragging me closer toward him, a yelp leaving my mouth as soon as he’d tugged me toward his body only to have him bring his nose closer to my crotch and take a long whiff.

“Lo’ak!” I yelled and was tempted to hit his head, but my bum was on the very edge of the chair and I’d been using both hands to hold myself from falling off.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks again and I roll my eyes.

“I’m not avoiding you,” I lied once more but in hindsight I wanted this to keep going a little longer, I wanted to see how far he’d actually go.

“And I’m orange all over,” He mutters before his eyes trail down toward where my skirt still covers my body and I’m silently thanking Eywa I wore one today, feeling one of his hands trace the edge of my underwear before letting his thumb settle between the lips of my cunt, pushing his finger right on my clit, staying completely still, his eyes traveling back up toward mine as I attempt not to squeak.

“I’m- I’m n-not,” I stuttered out and watch as he rolls his own eyes, beginning to rub the fabric of my panties onto my clit, the foreign feeling sending a jolt of electricity down my spine and feeling my hips buck automatically.

“Mhm.” He mumbles passively while continuing to rub over my sensitive bud, a gasp finally leaving my lips, his eyes staring at my mouth as a small smile plays at his lips.

“Lo’ak-“ I mutter and find his eyes trail back up to meet mine.

“I don’t want you speaking unless you can answer my question, pretty girl.” He stated and I let out a squeak.

“But m’ n-not,” I mutter out at my hips bucking again, he doesn’t stop his movements but he does slow them down.

“Not what?” He asks, hand not slowing down and the feeling teetering on an orgasm.

“Not pretty?” He asks and I nod my head, not able to find the words, until he ceases his movements completely.

“Lo-“ I stated as I hadn’t wanted this to stop, only to be met with an angered expression.

“I never want to hear you say that again, got it?” I know he wasn’t asking, he was making a statement, I could only bite my lip anxiously as I nodded my head, silently praying he would continue his ministrations and feeling his other hand coming up from behind my ass, pushing my underwear to the side and inserting a finger in my sopping cunt.

“Lo’ak,” I moaned as soon as his digit plunged into me, feeling his other hand working my clit once more, letting my head fall back onto the backrest of the chair.

“I wanna hear you say it,” He slows his hands and I feel a sense of frustration, I could only lift my head back up to look at him.

“Say wh-what?” I asked him, wanting to get this over with but catching the emotion he held in his eyes and feeling as though I were melting, his sweet smile popping on his face before he responded.

“I wanna hear you say you’re a pretty girl, mamas.” He stated. “The more you say it the faster I’ll go.” He stated as he begins to set a slow pace.

“Thats ridiculous,” I stated and almost laughed until he stopped his movements completely.

“Lo’ak-“

“Say it.”

“I-I’m a pretty girl?” I questioned but felt him smile, a firm nod of his head served as his acceptance before his finger started but was set at a slow pace, I could feel my cheeks growing hot at the comment and wanted to refrain from saying it anymore but I knew that I wouldn’t get to come at the pace he was going.

“You know what to do if you want me to go faster, mamas.” He comments as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips again and I’d be lying if I didn’t think I’d want his tongue on me.

“I’m a p-pretty gi-rl,” I stutter through before he leans down to plant a kiss on my thigh as he speeds up, now attempting to prod at me with a second finger while his pupils dilate a little.

“I’m a pretty g-girl,” I mumble once more and feel his second finger sliding in, a gasp escaping me as my legs spread wider, giving Lo’ak a better view but not caring.

“Narlor ‘eve,” He responds in Na’Vi and all I could do was shut my eyes tighter as he speeds his fingers and planting a second kiss on my thigh higher than where he had left the previous one.

“Come on mamas, I’ll slow down if I don’t hear you say it,”

“Not fair,” I complained and wiggled my hips to come closer to his for a second before feeling him stop his movements altogether.

“I’m a fuckin’ pretty girl, please I’m a pretty girl,” I end up loosing my sanity in the process as I’d come to realize just how good his fingers had been treating me.

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I could feel my own cock stirring at the sounds she had been letting out as I fingered her sopping cunt, wanting nothing more than to bury myself deep inside her until she didn’t remember her own name, but I had a feeling we had been getting close to that point.

“Come on mamas, I’ll slow down if I don’t hear you say it,” I commented as she had seemed to be enjoying herself a little too much, seeing her adorable face scrunch up in frustration.

“Not fair,” She whines while wiggling her hips closer to my fingers in a poor attempt to feel some sense of pleasure, I could only smirk as I look down and see her pussy peeking out from underneath her skirt, underwear pushed to the side as she took the pleasure I had been giving her very well.

“I’m a fuckin’ pretty girl, please, I’m a pretty girl,” She begs and it makes me groan loudly as I hump the air in an even worse attempt at feeling some sort of relief from it but grunting in annoyance as it didn’t do anything.

“Yes you are,” I coo back at her as I my fingers pick up to the speed they were once at, feeling her gummy walls squeeze on my digits and biting my lip, seeing the skin of her exposed thigh and threatened to bite the inner side of it lightly, giving into my own desires as I lean down and give her another kiss on her thigh, taking some of the skin between my teeth and biting lightly.

“Lo’ak, please-“ She whines as she starts bucking her hips toward my fingers.

“I’m. A. Pretty. Girl.” She enunciates every word as she bucks her hips against my hand and as promised I begin to go faster than before watching as she throws her head back.

“Fuck-“ I mutter before throwing caution to the wind, removing my hand from her clit, and sticking my face down on it to taste her for the first time, feeling overly horny and closing my eyes as I groan at her taste, swiping my tongue all around her while continually fingering her.

“Lo’ak, I’m cumming!” She yells out but before I could tip her over the edge I remove my fingers and mouth from her cunt, her head shooting up quickly as she furrows her brow in my direction, legs still spread.

“What the fuck did you do that for!” She yells before I lick my fingers of her juices, watching as she bites her lip and whimpers lightly, still furrowing her brows in my direction.

“Because I wanted to know if you were avoiding me.”

“Are you fucking serious?” She asks rather taken aback than angry

“Fine.” She sits up and crosses her arms across her chest, it hadn’t occurred to me that her nipples had been hardened underneath the fabric of her shirt, my eyes trailing up to meet hers as I take in the state of her fucked-out face.

“I was avoiding you,” She rolls her eyes as she admits and I crack a smile.

“Was that so hard?” I tease her only to watch as she places her arm on my shoulder to give it as good a shove as she could.

“Yes, now make me come.” Her small words are almost incoherent but my ears stood at attention as she spoke, catching every word and turning my smile into a smirk, I knew she’d crack under pressure.

“Aye aye, mamas.” I salute her as I stand to only see her features contort into one of confusion, she opened her mouth to ask a question, but I shot her down by beating her to it.

“I want you on this lab table, legs spread, no complaints.” I demanded and watch as she nods slowly before getting off the chair, placing her hands on the waistband of her skirt and almost tugging it off.

“Slide your underwear off but leave the skirt on,” I stated and watch as she lets go of the waistband of her skirt and digs underneath instead, stepping out of her underwear and flinging it back behind her without sparing a glance.

I find her staring adorable before I impatiently place my hands on her waist, easily lifting her up and sitting her on the edge of the lab table she was writing on, the look of surprise on her face feeding my ego.

I don’t bother waiting for conversation to pick back up again before planting my lips onto hers, hearing her small moan as she attempt to bring my body closer to hers.

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