#I don’t have a name for her atp

[skelecentral]

Doodle your occ

AAAAAAA TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! Here is my 1920s fox girl oc :)

She’s silly goofy I swear I just wanted to draw her looking serious ajdnnsj

[hencheri]

— young lust

▸ 18+ mdni.

You want Mark so badly, but he thinks you’re too young for him. With a little more convincing though, he eventually gives you what you want—in a less than gentle way.

| pairing. rapper!mark x fem!reader

| warnings. mean mean mean mark!!, legal age gap, noncon/dubcon, degradation, reader is mean to mark as well oops, unprotected sex, choking.

| a.n.: this is just self-serving atp. hope it serves y'all too <3

Mark thinks he’s never been eye-fucked this hard before. He’s flattered, of course, but something’s off. 

You’re hot and very tempting, too, there’s no need in denying that. The little dress you’re wearing clings to your ass and he honestly can’t stop looking at it, especially with your back turned to him, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to meet Mark’s eyes. 

Your gaze is so obviously flirtatious, you don’t even try to be subtle. The finger stuck between your teeth and the look you send him tell Mark everything he needs to know; you want him as much as he wants you. 

He imagines your smaller body pressed against the bathroom wall, his hips clashing against your ass roughly, listening to your moans muffled by the loud music playing throughout the club. He sees it, that slutty mouth chanting his name like a prayer as he gropes your breasts with his palms through your dress. 

Mark looks at you before taking a sip from his alcoholic drink, then shifts his gaze back to Jisung standing in front of him.

“You know each other?” 

He’s taken off guard by the question, taking a second to respond. 

“Uh, no,” he thinks about what to say, but he really doesn’t have a clue on how to explain this… exchange. “We… we don’t.” 

Jisung sports a perplexed yet amused expression on his face. “So where is all that tension coming from?”

Mark raises a brow, eyeing you one last time, but you’re not looking at him anymore. 

“I’m not sure,” he admits, a faint smirk drawing on his lips. “Do you know her?” Mark asks in return, a little curious. 

He won’t lie that he likes the mystery of all this, not knowing who you are adds to the desire, to the inexplicable lust that draws him to you. He wants to mess around, do what he wishes just because he can. And that includes you. He wants to do you so bad. 

“Yeah, of course, we’re in the same company,” Jisung tells him, “she’s in this new girl group, you know. Up in the charts, just right under you,” his friend grins, looking at Mark to see his reaction.

He’s surprised for a second, uttering a “really?” and Jisung nods his head as a yes. 

Mark never pays attention to the charts, even though he gets reminded of them practically everyday. He’s aware of his success—way too aware of it—but he’s not the artist obsessed with numbers. He knows he makes good music and it’s all that matters to him. 

“I don’t know how you still haven’t heard of them already,” Jisung continues, “of her, especially.” He tilts his head in your direction, now both men’s attention on you. “Everyone’s fond of her.”

“Are you?” Mark wonders, narrowing his eyes at his friend. 

“Sure,” Jisung agrees, “she’s a sweetheart. Seems down to earth, for the few times we’ve talked.” 

This intrigues Mark. Does a sweetheart usually act so slutty with strangers? Perhaps he’s not a stranger to you, you very probably know him—everybody does—but he doesn’t think he’s ever gotten a girl this bold with him. And surely not someone who’s proclaimed to be a sweetheart, in this industry where anything opposite to pureness is unacceptable. 

He can feel your gaze on him now and he doesn’t hesitate to lock eyes with you once again. You laugh at whatever the person you’re talking to said, almost having Mark envious for not being the one making you laugh right now. 

You’re good at this, he thinks. Really good. Staring straight into his eyes, making him feel like he’s the centre of your attention when in reality you’re talking with someone else. If he could, he would take you with him, bring you to his car and fuck you directly onto his shiny leather seats, door wide open. He knows you’d love it. 

“Is she your age?” he says, taking a sip of his drink, eyes still on you until he hears Jisung’s answer.

“Uh, no, not exactly,” his friend responds, “younger, in fact.” 

He immediately breaks eye-contact with you, looking back at Jisung. Mark feels his heart starting to beat a little faster, suddenly anxious. Or is it embarrassment? Concern? Whatever it is, the desire he once felt, has now shifted. 

“What? How old?”

“Well, I’m not sure, Mark. 21, maybe?” Jisung frowns, trying to recall what you’d told him, but it wasn't information he really registered back then. 

Mark gulps down. He knew something was off, why didn’t he listen to his intuition?

He’s 25 and you’re 4 years younger than him. You’re barely an adult. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft now,” Jisung chuckles, noticing the deflated expression on his face. 

“Barely.” 

He empties his glass, settling it down on the counter near him after. He tells Jisung he’ll come back in 5, heading for the bathrooms. 

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Mark washes his hands in the sink, drying them off with a towel. He looks at himself in the mirror, leaning over the counter. The music is loud, making the ground vibrate under his feet, making it almost impossible for him to think. Maybe it’s a good thing, he can’t overthink, then. 

“You’ve abandoned me,” he hears a voice saying, lifting up his head just in time to see you entering the bathrooms. “I was wondering where you’ve been gone…” 

Your voice is as sultry as your eyes, as sensual as your body in this ridiculously tight dress. He can’t help but wander his eyes over your figure, looking at what now feels so immoral. If it wasn’t for that—morality—he wouldn’t stop himself from taking you right here and there, but something has to stop him. 

If nothing ever does, god knows all the things he would’ve done since now. 

You approach Mark with slow steps, a teasing smile on your lips, a very precise idea in mind. He wants to back away, leave, forget about everything, but he doesn’t. He’s curious, tempted. 

“Or maybe that’s where you wanted me to be?” you grin, putting your hand around his bicep, the other leaning on top of the counter. 

He stares back at you, unconvinced. “I was about to leave,” he explains, and he sees the glint in your eyes changing. You don’t like rejection. 

“Really?” you utter, the tone of your voice a pitch higher— sounding somewhat bitter. “I swore there was something between us… With the way you were looking at me,” you say, your hand lingering on his arm before removing it. “Do you often look at women like you want to fuck them and then leave them, Mark?”

This confirms that you know him. For some reason, he feels uneasy about the fact that he knows nothing about you but you know all about him. 

You get even closer, only a few centimetres before your body touches him. 

Truthfully, you were the only ever girl he was about to do this to. It didn’t feel like a big deal when he thought about it, but now that he’s been caught, he feels a little guilty. 

“I didn’t take you for a coward,” you whisper.

Mark arches his brow at that, wondering how in the hell did he get in such a situation. Getting called a coward by a brat? By a spoiled little girl who didn’t have to lift a finger for success to find her? 

“You should go back to your friends,” he carefully advises. 

But you find it funny, laughing softly. “So you are a coward, Mark Lee,” you mockingly say, tone condescending, tongue pressing behind your bottom teeth as his name leaves your mouth. “Are you afraid of something? Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Unless you’re into it?”

He keeps his hands away from you, as if the mere feeling of your skin under his fingertips would break down his barriers. He turns his head to the side, away from yours, as you roughly pull on his belt, your chest finally pressed down against his. 

“I know you want me,” you whine, “to touch me… Fuck me.” 

If he could only fall into temptation… Maybe it’d be easier to just follow his desires. Well, in the meantime it would be, but after? What if he regrets it? What if you regret it? He can’t sleep with every girl he sees. 

He never goes for anyone that is younger than him. Not that much, at least. What kind of man would he be? 

But goddamn, why are you so insistent? Why are you making it so difficult for him?

“You’re too young, okay?” 

You take a step back, letting go of him. Your eyebrows are frowned and you look at Mark like he’s the biggest idiot on earth. 

You scoff. “So that’s what you’re afraid of? My age?” 

You cross your arms over your chest, Mark turning his head toward you now that you’ve put some distance between you. 

“What did Jisung tell you?”

“That you’re 21,” he answers, wondering what you’re going to tell him. After all, what Jisung said could have been bullshit. He hopes, for a moment, that it was. 

Your lips quirk up, a chuckle leaving you. You look to the side then back to Mark. “I’m 20.”

His eyebrows knit together, annoyed that you find this funny again. What else can he expect from a 20 year old anyway? That you take this seriously? 

“You find this funny? Do you realize how much older I am?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “and that’s why it’s funny. You’re scared of what? A five year difference?”

You step forward again, but Mark backs away this time, hitting the counter behind him. 

“You’re a fucking puss,” you insult him, full of arrogance. 

But something you didn’t expect happens; Mark knocks his body into yours, making you stumble back as he follows you until your back is flushed against the bathroom stall. His hand goes fast to your neck, squeezing. 

He leans in, the expression on his face furious. He doesn’t feel guilty anymore.

“You act like a spoiled little bitch and you wonder why I don’t want you?” For the first time tonight, you’re speechless. His nose brushes over your temple, so close you feel his breath fanning across your face. “Fucking learn how to accept when people tell you no. Learn to shut your mouth from time to time because they won’t like your ass in this industry if you keep this entitled attitude up.”

You’re looking down as Mark’s eyes bore into your skull, blood creeping up to your cheeks. You gulp, not having a word to say in return. You’d rather not talk back.

He eventually lets go of you, turning around and walking out, leaving you alone and… turned on. 

—-

“Hi, Markie.”

The last person he expected to see when entering his studio is certainly you. The only person supposed to be here is Jisung, and yet, here you are, smiling, eyes glinting teasingly. 

He looks at you, then at Jisung, sitting in front of his computer. He turns around on the rolling chair, totally unfazed by the fact that he brought a stranger into Mark’s studio. 

“What is this?” 

“This?” you question, but he ignores you, walking straight to his friend.

“Uh, well, you’ve already met I believe, no?” Jisung asks, slightly confused. He says your name and it’s all it takes to irritate Mark. “She wanted to come see us work, learn a thing or two. I thought it was a great idea.”

Jisung’s innocence is a good thing sometimes, really. It’s refreshing, quite funny, too, but right now, Mark wishes he wasn’t so credulous all the damn time. 

“It didn’t come to you to, maybe, ask for my permission?” he whispers, leaning in so you don’t properly hear him. 

Jisung’s brows raise up, simply shrugging. “Not really,” he admits, “I thought it wouldn’t bother you. I told you, she’s a sweetheart, and she promised to not interrupt too much. Right?” Jisung turns to you and your smile gets bigger, bobbing your head. 

“Absolutely.”

Mark looks hard at you, not believing this one second. Has god sent you on this earth to test him? 

You stare back at him sweetly, and he swears, if it wasn’t for Jisung’s presence, Mark would have made you regret it. Bitterly. 

Surprisingly, you did keep your promise. You didn’t disturb them once, even pretending to care about what they were working on. You seemed close to Jisung, actually being kind to him, the total opposite of how you were behaving the other night. You’re good at playing pretend, Mark realizes. 

Your eyes were on him the entire time, though. You had the same look as he recalled, eye-fucking him right here in his studio. He was pissed off, to say the least, but he didn’t make a comment. That would’ve been weird to say anything in front of Jisung and the last thing he wants is him thinking there’s something happening between you two— because there’s nothing.

He just hoped the end of the day would come rapidly, and it did, to Mark’s relief. 

With Jisung and you gone, he can finally work peacefully, nobody undressing him with their eyes. 

That is until he comes back into his studio.

“What the fuck are you still doing here?” 

He’s lost all of his patience to be respectful to you now. He really doesn’t give a shit. How can someone be so stubborn?

“Told Ji’ I was going to call a taxi,” you explain, getting up from the sofa you’ve been sitting on. “I lied,” you smirk. 

Mark blinks at you, too shocked to say anything. You use the opportunity to get closer, bringing him to you, and then pushing him onto the sofa behind him. 

“Call me ‘too young’ all you want, I recognize a pervert when I see one.”

You don’t think twice before straddling his lap, sitting down on his thighs. Your hands come to rest on his shoulders, and even though Mark sends you the most murderous glare in the world, he does nothing to push you away. 

Curiosity, temptation. 

“If you didn’t know my age, you would have fucked me right against the bathroom stall if I had asked you to,” you affirm confidently, and there’s truth behind your words. Of course there is, Mark knows what he thought of you at first— what position he imagined you in, the sounds you’d make.

“Get off of me,” Mark barks back, his frowned eyebrows giving him this angry look that you like so much. 

You roll your eyes, sighing. “Here I thought I was the whiny little one, but you’re whinier than I am, Markie.”

“I’m not fucking whining, I’m giving you an order.”

“Get me off then,” you propose, grabbing both of his wrists and putting his hands on your hips. “Go on, do it. Or are you too scared to touch me?” You provoke him further, knowing you’ll eventually make him break down, sooner or later. 

“You don’t want me to, believe me.”

His threat has you shivering… and excited. 

“Why’s that?” you wonder, subtly moving your hips over his lap. “You’re sure you’re not the little bitch, hm, Markie?”

You should have expected him to snap sooner, because the moment you say this, he pins you down on the couch, you underneath him. His hold on your wrists is nothing gentle and you can’t even move them. If before you felt like the master of your own game, well now you’ve lost all sense of power, being Mark’s puppet and not the opposite. 

You’re shocked. Scared.

His hand closes immediately around your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers. “Be disrespectful to me once again and I’ll break your fucking jaw,” he spits at you. “Has anybody ever told you to respect your elders, huh? I bet fucking not,” he snorts, “I’ll teach you some manners myself.”

You don’t understand until he reaches under your skirt, pulling down on your panties. Your eyes widen, letting out whines of protest.

“Stop, stop!” you stress out, trying to grab Mark’s hands now that yours are free. 

But he merely laughs, probably the first time you’ve ever heard him. “Ah, now you want me to stop? After all the begging you did so I’d fuck you.”

Mark doesn’t stop, working on his belt, undoing his pants. 

Your heart accelerates, and despite the worried look on your face, your eyes starting to water, the turn of events please you all too much. 

You briefly fight with him, pushing on his chest like a little girl, whimpering pathetically. Mark stays unfazed, easily taking both of your wrists in one hand and pinning it down above your head. He grunts as he pushes his hard cock into you, a gasp escaping your lips as you feel your walls expanding. 

You blink multiple times, taking a deep breath, and the tears roll down the side of your face, disappearing into your hair. It burns, but you’re so wet. 

You ask yourself if Mark knows you’re faking it, but with how delighted he seems to be forcing himself on you, you doubt that he does. Whatever pleases him. 

“It hurts!” You cry out, wiggling your legs, attempting to close them—to no avail—while he pushes himself all the way inside of your pussy. 

Mark snickers. He couldn’t care less.

“Oh, it hurts?” You nod, gulping down. “Tell me why it hurts.”

He doesn’t wait to move his hips back and forth, using you for his own sick pleasure right away without any second thought. You wanted this. You asked for this. Why should he be careful of you now? You shouldn’t have been so eager. Shouldn’t have acted like such a slut. 

“It-” you begin, but a moan of pain cuts you off, Mark’s hips slapping violently against yours; it has your body moving up, your head hitting the armrest of the couch. “You’re- You’re too…”

“Am I going too rough on your virgin little cunt? Poor girl,” he coos, almost laughing in your face. “Too bad I don’t give a shit, huh?”

You sob out when he keeps on with the assault of his hips, his cock defiling your pussy like you’ve never imagined before. Mark knocks the air out of your lungs, panting heavily above you, his already short nails digging into the fat of your thigh. 

You squirm around, pulling on your wrists, none of your attempts are successful— not like you want them to be anyway, but giving Mark a little of a fight is more fun. 

“Please, Mark, I’m sorry,” you beg, lips trembling. 

His eyes, filled with lust and hate at the same time, lay on you. 

“You should’ve thought about it before pushing me over the edge, if it’s pity you wanted.”

[dannyriccsystem]

could you do one for oscar piastri dating a Rockstar!reader and she's just that hot messy person, kinda like vic de angelis from maneskin 👉👈 I really like the opposites attract trope

OH, MAKE ME OVER!

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Oscar 😍

SUMMARY: The internet is obsessed with the opposites attract dynamic you, an infamous rockstar, share with your racer boyfriend!

WARNINGS: Fluff, mature, sex jokes

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Rockstar!Reader

NOTE: This really reminded me of prime Gwen Stefani and Courtney Love, so I threw in a few pics of them (as well as vic) as face claims! Also, I put Generic Band Name as a filler for people to insert whatever they want, but lowkey that’s a fire ass name for a band so I went with it.

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your.username Happy to have put on such a successful series of shows, sad it’s come to an end. Thank you everyone for your endless support! 🤘

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generic.band.name - Is it hot in here? 🥵

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username1 - SO MAD I NEVER GOT TO SEE THEM PERFORM LIVE!

username2 - You’re so beautiful, please never date a man

username3 - Yeah… About that

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mclaren - We’ll keep you company in the paddock 😼

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your.username - Smooth 🤔

> username4 - Why does she have a whole car brand commenting?

> username5 - 💀??

username6 - Some fans are so clueless it’s entertaining

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oscarpiastri - I finally get my girlfriend to myself

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username7 - He says as he proceeds to spent 90% of his time racing

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username8 - Who is you? 😭

> username9 - Please tell me you’re joking

oscarpiastri

🎵 Generic Band Name • Sunday Morning

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oscarpiastri Decent race

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your.username - WOOO OSCAR P1ASTRI 😍

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username10 - Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😆

username11 - We love a supportive girlfriend

oscarpiastri - WOOO Y/N!

username12 - He used a song from her band 😞 I’m so jealous of them

username13 - They make me feel so lonely

mclaren - The griddy was a choice!

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your.username - I thought it was 🔥🔥

username14 - I aspire to be like him and Y/N

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

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f1 Breaking: Y/N, lead singer and guitarist of Generic Band Name, trades in backstage passes for paddock passes as she is spotted at the Imola Grand Prix!

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> username16 - I live to be like you

oscarpiastri - Please don’t tell her but I kinda have a crush on her

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your.username - Wait really 🥹🥹

> oscarpiastri - ��🙈

mclaren - That’s our girl!

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your.username - Loyal to the papaya team 🧡🫡

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your.username - Dw guys I’ll sneak over there

username18 - Atp let Y/N drive the damn cars.

username19 - She’d perform better than Lance 😭

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oscarpiastri Gotta post my good luck charm before the race 😉 My beautiful girl

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username20 - he’s so boyfriend

username21 - Y/N MENTION?? “MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL” ??? OHHHHH MY GOD

username22 - You mean to tell me you guys have been… Doing it…?

your.username - This made me laugh so hard Oh My God

username23 - Oscar Piastri dating a rockstar is exactly what society needed

username24 - She’s so pretty

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username25 - HARD LAUNCH AHHH

your.username - Bring home another one, Osc 🏆🧡

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mclaren - Maybe she’ll serenade us if we win!

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generic.band.name - Alright Romeo… Make sure you return our lead after you’re done playing cars 😉

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oscarpiastri - I’ll return her once I start losing.

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your.username I’m not a waitress but I’ll take his tip-💣💥

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oscarpiastri - WHAT IS THIS CAPTION

oscarpiastri - HEY TAKE THIS DOWN 😭

username26 - He posted beautiful pictures and she’s slutting him out HELP

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username27 - This about sums up their dynamic

username8 - Oh my God that random guy is your BOYFRIEND? I’m sorry for what I said

username2 - NOOO

username28 - A permanent Oscar post? No way 👀

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oscarpiastri - Okay fine whatever ily

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your.username - Awww 🥰

> oscarpiastri - ❤️

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lando - EWWW EW EW EW DELETE THIS NOW EW

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username29 - I like this one. Can Y/N fans adopt him

TIME STOPS FOR YOU when you step into the McLaren garage. Your Doc Martens squeak with every step, shining in the blistering Miami sun that tauntingly hangs high in the sky. Sweat glistens on your forehead, threatening to wipe away your bold makeup. The sunglasses perched atop your hair go unused, while you opt to shield your eyes from the glaring light with your hand.

It didn’t matter how hot it was, you’d still be sporting that same leather jacket, paired with a cropped shirt, slanted at the shoulders. Beneath that you wore a denim skirt that hugged your thighs, layered above torn tights. You were a statement in the paddock, incomparable to the model-like wives and girlfriends of the other drivers. No shade to them, though. Those were your girls, and despite your physical differences, you adored them more than anything. It was important to stick together.

“That outfit could use a little less… Orange.” Oscar perked up like a pathetic dog at the sound of your voice, whipping around to face you with a soft smile. He had already seen you multiple times throughout the race weekend— Hell, the two of you shared a hotel room, but it had been awhile since you showed up on a Sunday, and he was more excited than ever before.

“It’s papaya,” He responded coolly. With every step you took towards him, you could feel that nonchalant demeanor begin to chip away. He was putty in your hands. When you were nearly chest to chest, Oscar grinned; he was showing his teeth. “Hey, rockstar.”

Your hand darted out, grabbing the collar of his suit. “Hi, hotshot.” You, rather aggressively, pulled him down for a kiss unlike any other. It was a rather passionate smack of the lips— Certainly enough to make every nearby mechanic awkwardly avert their eyes, trying to focus on anything but the spectacle you’ve made.

“Barely five minutes and you’ve already hijacked my garage,” Oscar chuckled, his voice as relaxed as ever. Seemed like he was nearly unfazed by the kiss.

You tilted your head, slowly releasing the grip you had on him. He straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. You shamelessly eyed his muscles, which flexed underneath the race suit. “This place? It needed some flair, that’s all.” Your eyes dragged down his figure, and then back up. “Missed you in this suit.”

“Did you now?” He grinned, contrasting your sultry smirk. “I missed seeing you here myself. It was quiet. Too quiet.” Oscar Piastri liked being left alone in the quiet until he met you. Then he started to crave some noise in his life, which was suddenly filled with dirty rock lyrics and grungy music.

“Careful, Osc. You almost showed a bit of emotion there,” You teased. He had shown every side to you, bared even his most vulnerable moments, but it was fun to mock his forwardly monotone behavior.

“You have that effect on me. When you’re here… It’s like I can breathe again.”

“Good,” Your tone sounded sincere as you cupped his cheeks. “I just got back from a very harrowing tour, so I need you to come back to me in one piece. Save me another heart attack.” You pulled him in for another kiss— This one was soft and tender, your love electrified.

“I’ll be smart.” Smart, not safe. Safe in Formula One meant coming in last place. Smart meant prioritizing your physical health and pace all at once.

You liked that. “I’ll be cheering louder than anything- Louder than your damn engine.” You two finally began to pull apart, sparked by his engineer letting him know he had about a minute left. He grabbed his baclava and helmet, slipping them on over his neatly combed hair.

“I’ll hold you to it.” His voice was muffled as he tightened the helmet straps. “It’s like luck walked into my garage.” He turned away to go load into his car, but before he could take a step, you sneakily reached out to firmly smack his ass. He flinched and turned around— Despite the visor, you could tell exactly what look he was giving. A very jokingly stern one.

“Bring it home, Osc.”

[edwardslvrr]

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[caxasy]

caleb x male reader, based off of the card stage oberver bc i played it and ltr smirked the entire time bc mc is soooo me

-> implied childhood friends (atp assume every caleb x male reader is a childhood friends trope tbh), mc's name is lily, caleb is #gayaf <3

“oh my god, no way!” lily’s voice exclaimed, knelt over caleb’s belongings. “you won’t believe what i just found!”

“hm? snooping doesn’t get you anywhere, lily,” you chide her, not entirely interested as you help put away his belongings.

”snooping does in this case!” she bounds over to you with a smile on her face, “look what i found!”

“a piece of paper?” your eyes watch her expectantly, “and that is significant because…”

“because it’s not just a piece of paper! it’s a love letter, without a doubt!” she points at it, “look it’s got his favorite stickers plastered all around it!” she points to the little figures. an airplane, apples, oranges, and even some cute animal stickers.

“did you open it?” you ask, not out of curiosity, but more so in a warning way.

she shakes her head, “of course i wouldn’t actually read a love letter to caleb-oppa, that’s so weird! but, look at the evidence, it’s all pointing towards a love letter! it was even stuffed in his planner, the one written with all his assignments, which means he kept it there because it was something of utmost importance to him! what else would it be besides a love letter!” her rambling continued on as she followed you around his room. it seems she had given up cleaning and organizing in favor of trying to convince that what she had found was truly groundbreaking.

“hm, maybe it’s all those coupons he kept from you that you wrote when you two were kids,” you muse, not putting it past caleb to keep things like that. no, he definitely did, “it probably is, honestly. you know how he is and how he loves holding you to your word like that,”

she pouts, shaking her head, “he’s already used up all the ones i’ve given him…i think, or at least, that’s what it feels like,” she murmurs the last part of the sentence in a dejected tone, looking tired at the memory, “i swear he’s used countless coupons in the past couple months, just for stupid stuff too!”

“you’re the one that wrote them,” you comment, ruffling her hair to see her expression screw up in even more annoyance. “and if it isn’t coupons, then i have no clue what it is…or why we should even care,” you try subtly reminding her that caleb’s love life, if it was even that, isn’t necessarily your guys’ business.

“you don’t care? what if someone steals caleb from us? he’s already graduating — learning that he’s getting into a committed relationship just means less time for us!” she reasons and you almost chuckle at her obviously, very serious concerns.

“who’s stealing who exactly?”

speak of the devil and he shall appear.

lily nearly squeaked before she hurriedly shuffledso that your taller figure was blocking her body from caleb’s view, hiding what she was doing, quite literally, behind your back.

“nothing, lily just has a raging suspicion-”

the girl had immediately covered your mouth with her hand, standing on her tippy toes to do so. you tilted your head in confusion, widening your eyes at her as if silently saying “what gives?” but she just shushed you with her finger to her lips.

“nothing, i was just saying…how messy your room is! and how you have so much stuff! like, how are you even going to fit this all in one suitcase?” she starts rambling, a habit that she has when she lies, but caleb doesn’t press on further. instead, he opts to wave his hand at her dismissively.

“i can sort through the most of it by myself,” he says in a matter-a-fact tone.

“oh, so you just invited us here days earlier from your actual graduation to show off then?” you tease, looking around at his room, “i mean, look at all the photos on your desk of the friends you’ve made, its cute how much of a social butterfly you are, caleb,”

he looks at the stray photostrips and pictures he has on his desk, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, “well, those photobooths always give extras, so i can’t just not take them,”

”it’s good to see you were well acquainted, they all look so friendly,” you say, a smile on your face as your eyes trace over the photographs.

your words seem to snap lily out of her stupor as she rushes forward and begins observing the photo, scanning all of the faces in the pictures.

“wait, tell us about all of them! i want to know more!” her enthusiasm seems off-putting to both you and caleb, but the latter doesn’t say anything and decides to appease her. he lists off of a lot of names, noting their relationship to him with simple words like “classmate” or “study-buddy”.

“why didn’t you have any girl friends? girl, space, friends?” now this made caleb falter slightly, confusion written across his face.

”uhm, i don’t know? they just weren’t in my social circle like that,” he says it casually, as if it’s really not all that important. but to lily, and her mission in proving that caleb has a secret, hidden girlfriend, it’s of all the importance.

“you’re such a liar! all the girls in highschool would woo over you, you mean to tell me they didn’t even try being your friend in college?” she scoffed at the idea, showing how unbelievably a bad liar caleb was being. but he was telling the truth.

“i’m not interested in girls anyway!” he exclaims in defense of himself, eyes flickering to you in realization of what he said before he corrected it, “er- i mean! getting to know girls like that! ugh, pip-squeak! you and your silly questions are really making my mind melt!” his gaze looked at your reaction for a split second, but he snapped his head away from your eyes when they made eye contact with his. the reaction made you quirk your brow up in intrigue.

meanwhile, lily just giggles behind her hand, enjoying the way her interrogation is playing out, “hm, your reaction says otherwise! i think maybe you have a secret you’re not telling me and oppa,” hearing yourself be dragged into the conversation, you lazily look over at the two. “i’ll get it out of you eventually, dummy caleb!”

“why do you even care that much? weirdo…” caleb murmurs, walking away from her and to get some of his things off of his bed, which was scattered with a bunch of belongings.

he reaches for his planner, spraying the pages open in fluidity. he repeated it a couple of more times before dropping it onto the bed and looking through the other stuff in front of him.

if you hadn’t known him better, you would think he was just looking for something underneath all of his junk. but you and lily could see it; the hint of franticness and panic in his movements. without even seeing his face, he seemed to be more frenzied than a couple seconds earlier.

“uhm, are you okay, caleb?” you ask, walking over and seeing his face, eyebrows pinched together in worry.

“i’m, uh, fine. just looking for something,” he explains in a rush, “you guys haven’t touch the things on my bed, yet, right?”

you shake your head, speaking for yourself before looking over at lily, who you know for a fact did. that’s where she got that “love letter” from anyway, that planner that caleb just flipped through about 10 times.

“nope, not yet,” you deadpan at her lie, but caleb seems to believe her. he runs his hand through his hair before shaking his head.

“nevermind, i’ll look for it later,” he turns around to face you properly, taking your wrist in his hand and pulling you with him, “let’s head out for some fresh air, i have to do some shopping for dinner,”

you and lily share a look of confusion, wondering what got caleb all jumpy. hurriedly, you grab onto her wrist as well, caleb now dragging the two of you out of his dorm room and onto the streets of skyhaven.

when you arrive at the supermarket, lily glues herself to your side to continue gossipping about the supposed love letter she found, “see? he wouldn’t act that way unless it was a love letter! i kind of want to read it now,” there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes, but you flick her forehead in disapproval.

”why don’t you just ask him, lily?”

“but there’s no fun in that! i want to hear him say it,” she whines, punching your shoulder, right before holding your arm close to her body. the two of you walk in sync with each other, as she pressed her cheek to your sleeve. “it’s interesting to think about caleb getting a girlfriend, isn’t it?”

your face makes an expression she can’t read, “not really, he’s charming and like you said before, he’d always get attention in highschool,”

“yeah, but highschool isn’t even serious,” she waves her hand, eyes rolling, “didn’t people confess to you all the time too? and look where you’re at now! still single!” she sticks her tongue out at you, teasing you.

“haha,” your mocking laughter makes her giggles even louder, “don’t speak as if you know everything either, lily, you graduated from highschool, like, last year,”

“i know enough,” she says with finality, “i know that caleb was super worried about that letter and he was super flustered explaining his girl-friend situation earlier. he’s probably thinking of her right now,” she sighs, dreamily almost, as if she’s envisioning caleb and his secret relationship. “one of you needed a girlfriend sooner or later, i’m kind of glad it’s caleb! means that he can stop hogging you all to himself, finally some lily and [name] time together!”

“nobody hogs anybody,” you try to reason, but she just rolls her eyes and pouts, “plus, i’d be happy for him too, but you’re beyond excited,” you laugh, finding her investigation equally odd and endearing.

“what are you two talking about over there? stop making me look like a guy that’s here all by myself,” caleb halts in his step, waiting for you two to catch up before he grabs your hand, “c’mon, hyung, i need help picking what meat we should have for dinner tonight,”

“hey! i was just talking to him!” lily cries out, following after you as caleb tugs you away.

“yeah, and you’ve been talking to him for the entire day — my turn, pip-squeak,” he says, tone light and not that serious, but his expression doesn’t have a hint of a joke being told. you’d call it a warning glare, but it wasn’t that hostile…right?

“ugh, just like i said, hogging,” lily comments to herself, busying herself in looking at the snack and chip section. “i’ll be waiting here!”

”that wasn’t very kind, caleb,” you chide, once again playing peace maker between the two. he just shakes his head, grip on your wrist only tightening.

“you guys are only here for a couple of days before i have to be sent off to that program, even farther away from home than skyhaven. you two spent the entire day yesterday and today together. meanwhile, i haven’t even been able to spend more than 10 minutes with you — alone,” caleb’s ramblings make you affectionately ruffle his hair, a sad smile on your face.

“okay, well, we’re here together now so it’s okay. don’t be so mean to lily next time, though,”

he rolls his eyes at the mention to mind his manners again, “she knows what she’s doing and she always gets away with it because you let her!”

“careful how you speak, one would think you dislike her — which we both know is the opposite. you adore lily,” you say as if reminding him, but he just groans.

“only don’t like her when she takes away my time from you,” he says, leaning more into your figure. the height difference between you two wasn’t much, the shoes you were wearing making you only a couple of centimeters taller than him. but when he was hunched over, into your frame, it made him look shorter and smaller than he actually was.

“oh, you big baby,” you run your hand through his dark hair, tugging at the roots at the base of his neck, “c’mon, tell me what you want to eat and i’ll choose the best ones,” you coax him, making him unbury his head from your neck and look at the selection.

“pork belly,” he says simply, before turning his head back into your skin, breathing you in.

“oooh, you have a grill in your dorm? we can have samgyeopsal,” it was almost mouth watering to think about.

“hm, we will have to use the shared kitchen but no one would mind, so it’s fine,” he leans more of his weight on you, making you chuckle slightly at his clingy behavior, “it sounds yummy. promise to grill my meat for me?” he asks gently, making you smile at his childish request.

“of course i will. should we leave lily to fend for herself then?”

he laughs as if the joke you told was too funny, but that’s only because he knows that lily would never grill her own meat, relying on one of you two to do it for her, “yeah, just wait to see how that’ll play out,”

“probably another fight between the two of you,”

“probably,” caleb hums, watching you with a dreamy smile on his face.

he’s been trying to keep his need to be near you to a minimum, but he’s feeling a bit too angsty to hold back. ever since you’ve arrive, as he told you earlier, he’s barely had any alone time with you. he thought that the three of you were going to sleep in his dorm room for the entire stay until his graduation day, but the academy wouldn’t let him.

so, an unfortunate solution was you and lily rooming together in a hotel that was a couple of blocks down. and since the school was being strict on curfews and staying out anywhere that wasn’t your own dorm, he wasn’t able to stay the nights with you guys. he assumes the academy is just paranoid of the big graduation ceremony being ruined, but it just annoyed him to no end.

he was only able to spend, what felt like, passing moments with you. so he was really trying to soak in the alone time you two would get now, even if it was in the supermarket.

it didn’t help that he couldn’t find one of his most prized possessions earlier. the thing that was hidden in his planner, that he strategically kept there so he always knew where it was. his fingers twitched in anxiety at the thought of it being currently missing. he swallowed harshly, reminding himself to turn his room upside down until he found it. he wouldn’t leave until it was back with him, safe.

the letter he thought was missing when it was currently sitting in lily’s purse that was slung over her shoulder.

only because it was a letter you had written for him to only open once he graduated from college. what was written inside, he had no idea. and he had been so patient — for years since you had handed it to him — to not open it and take a peak at it. but now that it was time for him to properly unravel and read it, it goes missing.

it was enough to make worry and anxiety creep into his mind every couple of seconds. he had to find that letter. it was the one thing that kept pushing him along on nights where the assignments became too much, when the exams were so stressful. it was his grounding anchor to keep going until he was finished. he thought of it as his ultimate reward coming from you.

he needed that letter.

... should i make a pt 2 ...

[equallyshaw]

Just One More Sunrise | dr jack abbot

i love this man, i need him biblically atp.

pairing: dr abbot x reader (sunshine)!

word count: 2.3k warnings: depression, intrusive thoughts, and contemplations of death.

It wasn’t supposed to be you. You weren’t supposed to be up there. Especially not in his goddamn spot.

Yet here you were—sobbing quietly, the deadliest kind of cry—staring up at the world, asking why it was so cruel. Why did you have to be the one to feel it all, crashing into you like waves in the sea?

Your vision blurred from the tears. Your stomach twisted in knots, and the remnants of your stir-fry threatened to come up. Images played on loop in your mind—blood seeping into the smallest crevices. You couldn’t shake them, couldn’t unsee the scenes.

You stood dangerously close to the edge, the tips of your feet hanging just over, teetering with every breath.

Downstairs, it was actually quiet now. For once, the rooms were open. The night shift was always a different beast, but tonight, it was calm. Except for the two back-to-back deaths that happened under your care. Not your fault—but that never mattered to you. You took them to heart. You always had.

Each death was a nail in your own coffin. A tick on a chalkboard. Downstairs, nurses and doctors stood at computers, soft conversations between them. The shift ended in thirty minutes. Jack, for one, couldn’t wait. The night had dragged on forever.

He stood at a monitor, flipping through post-patient notes, casually glancing around for you. He always did. Whether it was platonic or something else, you couldn’t say. He never clarified. Jack himself wasn’t sure if he just cared about you, or if it was something more. Given the years between you, and the fact that you were just beginning your emergency medicine career, maybe he thought better than to explore it.

The trauma bay doors swung open, and Jack's head whipped toward the sound. Robby strolled in—his sunglasses perched on his nose, coffee thermos in hand, AirPods in his ears. Probably listening to Ella Fitzgerald or Sinatra.

Jack blinked at him, still in his thoughts. “What’s up?” Robby asked, setting down his thermos and phone.

Jack sighed and shook his head. “Nothin’,” he muttered, finishing his notes. Robby studied him for a moment. Then he looked up and scanned the room.

You weren’t there.

He turned back to Jack. “Where’s Dr…?” He said your name softly, like music to Jack’s ears.

Jack shrugged as he signed off. “Don’t know. She dipped after we—we lost our second patient in a row. I’m sure she’s just in the break room.”

He said it casually, or at least tried to. But his heart was pounding.

Robby didn’t buy it. He and you had worked the day shift together for months, before you transitioned to nights. He knew how you took death—how it clung to you. He also knew there were demons always waiting, lurking at the corners of your mind.

“Hm,” Robby hummed, picking up his thermos and following Jack toward the locker room. They packed up in silence, both scanning the room. Both thinking the same thing.

“Have a good day, Jack. Don’t have too much fun,” Robby joked, voice light, though the weight was still there.

Jack shut his locker and smirked. “Always, Rob.”

They stared at one another—no words, just a look. The kind that said a thousand things at once.

“Robby!” Dana’s voice cut through the quiet as she jogged in, panic in her eyes. Her breath came fast and ragged.

Both brothers turned instantly.

“Someone’s on the roof,” she said.

Robby didn’t hesitate. He and Dana rushed toward the elevators.

“Do they know who?” he asked.

Dana shook her head. “They just said it was a female in her thirties. That’s it.”

Jack was already on their heels.

Robby looked back at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” Jack asked, breathless.

Robby shrugged. “Nothing.”

Jack swayed on his heels, his nerves betraying him. Anger, disbelief, fear. Please not you. He repeated it like a prayer.

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On the roof, your arms clung tightly around yourself, desperate for any comfort. Nothing worked. You ran through the mental checklist your therapist gave you—meant to help when work got hard. But nothing helped when your own mind turned against you.

You leaned over the edge now, hunched. One strong gust of wind, and you’d be gone. If someone came up behind you, you might just let go.

You didn’t want this. God, you didn’t want this. You’d choose life. Every damn time.

But the voice in the back of your mind didn’t care. It always chose death.

You sobbed again, right as the metal door groaned open behind you. A collective gasps from whoever had arrived.

Robby held a hand out to stop the others—Dana, Jack, Kiara & the security guard—so he could approach first.

He called your name gently. You whimpered in response.

Jack watched in horror. You were standing in his spot.

Not yours. Not Robby’s. His.

Dana held him back by the arm, shaking her head. “Backup. Got it?” she whispered.

Jack clenched his jaw, looked away, then sighed. Robby tried again, calling your name. You shook your head, tears still falling.

You were like a little sister to him, keeping you close to mentor you, answering any and all questions, and making sure you were ok. mentally, emotionally, and physically. Someone he mentored, looked out for.

He watched you teeter there, and his chest ached.

He turned back slightly toward Dana and Jack.

Jack looked ready to run to you, to wrap you in his arms and hold your broken pieces together. But Robby stepped forward instead.

He called to you again. “What’s going on?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to contain a sob.

“I couldn’t save them,” you cried. “A daughter and a grandfather. I couldn’t—why does it always have to be the ones who least deserve it? Why couldn’t it have been me?”

Your voice cracked open like thunder. It clawed at your ribs, threatening to pull you down with it.

“Why does it always have to be them?” You covered your ears and stared at the sky. “Why couldn’t they see this beautiful sunrise?”

Robby’s heart shattered.

“There’s never a perfect reason,” he said softly, your name a prayer. “There’s never a justified reason why they’re gone and we’re still here. There never will be.”

He waited, watching you.

“But we learn to live with it. To cope. It doesn’t sting less. It never will. But it does become something we learn to carry.”

You sobbed again, the morning sky blurry above you.

“I know that doesn’t make it better,” he said. “But please.” Your name again. A plea. “Please step back. Let’s talk about this.”

You sniffled, torn in your thoughts.

“I don’t know why…” your voice trembled. “It’s like part of my mind doesn’t see the rational side. Doesn’t grab the logical piece. It just—its first option is always to jump. To end it.”

You swallowed hard.

“I don’t want it to be the only way out. I want to want more.”

Your voice grew stronger with those words. Everyone on the roof felt it.

But you didn’t step back. You looked down.

Robby looked at Jack—who gripped Dana’s arm like a lifeline. A tilt of his head, and Jack was moving.

“Sunshine...” Jack said, just behind you now.

“Oh god,” you said with a loud sigh. You hadn’t realized there was a peanut gallery—a full viewing of your demons.

“You're in my spot, Sunshine,” Jack said with just a hint of teasing.

Your cheeks flushed, betraying your heart and mind. Your chest joined in the betrayal too, letting out a soft chuckle.

You didn’t turn around. You couldn’t. Not when your knees were barely holding and your heart felt like it had been hollowed out with a spoon. That nickname—so casual, so him—landed like a gut punch.

Because this wasn’t sunshine. This was the storm after it.

You shook your head, a clarifying breath running through your lungs.

Licking your lips, you muttered, “Didn’t see your nameplate here,” your tone dark and dry. Jack chuckled silently, his eyes fluttering shut as he took in your humor.

Even in her darkest, most grief-stricken moods, you always had a sarcastic comment ready.

Jack stepped closer, voice low and steady. “You did what you could. You held the line—just like any good soldier.”

That struck a nerve. Anger surged through your veins, awakening even your most dormant cells.

You let out a bitter laugh, one that never made it to your eyes. “Yeah. I just know you say that to every soldier.”

Your voice cracked on the last word, and you didn’t bother hiding it. “My uncle used to say the same thing—right before he poured himself another drink and changed the subject.”

You shook your head again, eyes locked somewhere far away. “It doesn’t mean a damn thing when the ghosts and demons don’t leave.”

Jack sighed, taking a gamble with himself.

He debated whether to stand behind you, to reach for you—or to join you in the view.

"But I mean every word, Sunshine. Every one of them," he said gently. He glanced behind him, catching Kiara inching closer.

This would end one of two ways. Though Jack was never a betting man, he took the gamble.

With calculated precision, he moved under the railing, now standing beside you. A surge of dread hit you like a freight train.

He tucked his hands into his scrubs pockets, the stethoscope gone from around his neck. His eyes stared straight ahead, like yours.

Guilt began seeping into your bones.

Still, you stayed. And so did he. Neither of you dared move, both afraid of what might come next.

You looked up, studying the harsh, lived-in lines that danced across his face.

“I’ve come up here more shifts than I care—or dare—to count,” Jack began once he felt your gaze. “Guilt, anger, frustration, pain… they bubble over until even my own traumatized mind calls me to the edge. Sings me a melody. Promises peace, tranquility. Heaven.” He confessed like it were a sin.

“But after so, so many years, I finally found my hope after all the constant worry and pain. I found the light at the end of the tunnel…” He trailed off, and your breath caught in your throat.

It was you.

“Death has surrounded me for years—on the battlefield, inside these walls… and with my late wife, Beth…” He paused, sighing.

A shaky breath escaped you.

“I found the light that pulls me through. Even in the worst of tragedies,” he continued, both of your minds flashing back to the aftermath of Pittfest.

Neither of you moved.

His lips twisted into a pained smile as he leaned forward, staring down at the cobblestone beneath your feet.

“Even in the worst moments, I find myself clinging to the good—the pure. The warmth that surrounds me even when I don’t see it. But I feel it. And it’s there.”

He hadn’t realized how much he cared for you until now. God must’ve been playing with his mind and heart, letting this be the moment it all spilled out.

And for the first time in hours, your eyes met. His were deep brown, layered with warmth, peace—free of judgment.

He tilted his head back slightly, that same pained but hopeful smile still etched onto his face.

“How 'bout we go home?” he said softly, his voice only meant for you.

“But I—I don’t think I can be alone…” you whispered, vulnerability shredding Jack’s defenses.

“You won’t be,” he promised. “I’ll be there too. Holding you. Doing my damned best to keep your mind at peace.”

And that broke the dam.

You didn’t move forward, but the tears finally burst through—and this time, you didn’t feel like you’d collapse. This time, arms wrapped around you from the side and gently pulled you back from the edge.

You both sank to the roof, Jack grunting as his bionic foot hit the surface at a rough angle.

You clung to him like a child to their parent, guardian, or mentor. Safe.

Kiara, Dana, Robby, and security let out a collective breath, heavy and loaded with gratitude.

Jack cooed soft, calming words, trying to bring you back from the ledge—mentally this time.

You sobbed into his chest, guilt and the overwhelming sense of being a burden spilling out.

“I’ve got you, Sunshine,” Jack repeated like a prayer, one hand on your head, the other firm around your waist.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you wept, over and over.

Jack shook his head, pressing a kiss to your crown.

He’d do anything—absolutely anything—to bring you peace. To see you smile again. To watch you light up a room the second you walked into it.

And if it was the last thing he did… it would be worth it.

This moment, raw and open, was a gift. A second chance to show you that life was worth living—and that you deserved goodness. That you deserved love.

Your chin slowly tilted up, cautious like you might disturb something delicate.

But Jack was already staring. And your heart melted at the look in his eyes—not just longing.

Yearning.

He yearned to bring peace to your demons.

“I got you, kid,” he whispered—the nickname he’d used the first day he met you, when the shift was changing. He said it with appreciation, teasing, and—most of all—declaration.

“I’ve got you now, tomorrow, and the next day... and the next after that.” His voice softened as he whispered your name like it was something sacred.

You smiled—really smiled—for the first time since your first shift here.

Jack opened his mouth to speak again, but you were already closing the distance.

Your lips met his like they were the sweetest honey. The softest melody. A gospel he hadn’t realized he needed.

Your kiss was slow, reverent—a waltz. A forever imprint.

When you finally pulled away, foreheads pressed together, you were both breathless.

A quiet sound—half-giggle, half-release—escaped your lips.

“Ever the punctual, Dr.,” he teased, and your name slipped from his lips so sweetly you wished it’d always be said that way.

Laughter overtook you, head thrown back, and the sun now shone brightly above.

A sight Jack knew he’d never, ever want to forget.

i hope you enjoyed!!! please like, reblog and comment- id love to hear what you thought xx

(also im sorry, the dramatics !!! lol)

[pombeom]

remember this? | taesan fic (nsfw)

pairings: dance!au, enemies/exes to lovers, mean!dom taesan x sub!reader, street dancer! taesan x ballerina! reader warnings: mirror sex, slight exhibitionism, teasing from taesan (this is probs gonna be a given in all my future taesan fics atp), reader is tough until she soon isn’t…,name calling, slut shaming, nicknames, raw sex, hair pulling, dub con, tit sucking, dirty talk?, rough sex, creampie, fluffy ending a/n: i love myself a good enemies to lovers so this just had to be written :/

With the competition getting near, you found yourself seeing more of the studio than your own home. Out of all your teammates, you were the chosen one so naturally you felt the pressure this put on your skills and ability. Attending a renowned dance academy had its advantages but being given the responsibility to represent your school was both an honour and a burden. This only meant you had to put in the extra effort to show your worth to both the academy and the judges. You needed to prove yourself. 

Ever since being selected at the audition, your rehearsal schedule has been vigorous. Aside from the compulsory competition practices set by your dance teacher, you’d booked the studio for an extra few hours each day to get in the practice. With each step and each turn, you felt the choreography being etched into your body until till there was no more room for error, for the competition was now only days away. Everything you had worked for so far was about to play out in just a few days. 

“Alright, I think that’s enough for today. Just make sure to work on your turn out. It’s a little weak on your arabesques,” your teacher comments whilst packing her things away. 

“I noticed too. I’ll work on it now.” 

“Now? Aren’t you going home?”

“No, I booked the studio for a few more hours so I can practice a bit more.” You weren’t supposed to let her know, but it slipped out. Your dedication wasn’t as well-received as you’d expected. 

“Y/n. What did I tell you. Our class schedule is enough. The first few weeks I understand but it’s getting out of hand now. You practically live here. Soon you’re going to end up overworking yourself which will affect your performance at the competition. We can’t afford to lose it again. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Miss Everett. But since I already booked it for today, can I just use today as one last extra practice,” you begged, trying to see her into reason. 

“Fine. But if I hear you in the studio past 10pm, then I might have to ban you from being able to book it for extra sessions in the future and I’m sure you don’t want that. Understood?” 

“Yes, Miss Everett.” 

“Good,” she nods approvingly, granting you one of her rare smiles, “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 

“Have a good evening!” 

The door slams behind her as she leaves the room. It was just you in here. You and your reflection. Casting your eyes upon yourself, you pull your legs into an arabesque, noticing your sickled foot. Shifting its position, you attempt to get it into the right alignment when the door crashes open once again. 

Immediately dropping your leg back to the ground, you turn your eyes to meet his sharp gaze in the mirror. His lips instantly lift into a soft smirk, teasing you for being alone in the studio once again. He’d intruded on your private space and with that thought your blood boils as you grit your teeth awaiting an explanation. 

“What a surprise! You’re here again,” he exclaims, his tone flooded with sarcasm. 

“I booked the studio so of course I’m here. Can’t say the same for you though,” you scoff, ensuring your irritation was explicitly conveyed, “I don’t enjoy being interrupted mid-practice.” 

“I’m sure you don’t. But I booked this studio.”

“No. You didn’t. You’re in another one. I booked it for 8pm today.” 

“The confirmation message says otherwise.” He shows you his phone, confirming the date and time of the booking and you run to check your phone immediately. 8pm Tuesday. You’d booked it for the wrong day. Your face turns red, embarrassed to admit your mistake to him.

“Now if you don’t mind, can you leave. I’ve got to practice.” 

You slumped over as you begin slipping off your pointe shoes, complaining to yourself about his bad attitude. 

“Is that mumbling I hear?” The arrogance visible in his voice and composure as he crosses his arms, looking down at you in front of him. 

“No. You must be hearing things,” you state, standing back up once again, “now, if you move, I’ll be on my way.” 

“What if I don’t?” his smirk had only grown longer since the time he’d first entered, only causing your irritation to explode within you. 

“Han Taesan! Move out the way!” 

“Woah woah, calm down Shorty.” 

He knew you hated that nickname and yet he continues to insist upon using it. You dropped your bag back on the floor, pushing his shoulders with all your might. Your brows arched into that of anger as you continue to hit against his chest, pushing him towards the mirror until he’s cornered against it. 

“Call me that again and you won’t know what’s come over you.” 

“Is that right? Shorty?” 

It doesn’t take him long to turn you around, slamming your back against the glass. His arms cage you in between his chest, his face inching closer to you. Heart beating faster at the lack of space between you, you put up with your act of anger, grabbing the fabric of his t-shirt, moving him even closer to you. 

“I fucking hate you.” The words come out through the grit of your teeth. 

“Is that so? What are you going to do about it?” His infamous smirk once again plastered across his face, almost as if he was diminishing your sense of being. It didn’t help that he stood towering over you, standing at a head taller. 

Without a cue or warning, his arms shift place to instead wrapping around your waist almost swallowing your entire being. 

“Do you remember this? You used to love being wrapped up in my arms,” he taunts, giving your waist a squeeze. 

The past flashed in front of your eyes. The times when you were both so carefree, messing around in bed almost every other day and on nights when he wasn’t deep inside you, you’d be watching your favourite shows, or cooking dinner together. Before he disappointed you and left you to fend for yourself as he gave you up for his first love. Dance. You knew well enough that a dancer’s love will always remain with their art, you just didn’t know that that love couldn’t be shared with another person. Maybe you didn’t love your art as much as he did. Maybe that’s why you were so hurt by his betrayal. Those maybe’s slowly tore you apart after your breakup. You swore to yourself to love your art just as much as Taesan did his, if not even more. You became obsessed with the idea of being more dedicated to your dancing than he was. But where did that lead to now? 

“That was then. Back when you weren’t a fucking jerk.” 

“Do you ever miss it?” 

“Miss what?” 

“This.” 

Within seconds he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he uses this as his gateway into getting even closer to you. The cold mirror presses against your half exposed back with the goosebumps travelling down your spine. 

“Do you ever miss me holding you like this, knowing what comes after?” 

“Taesan…let go,” your voice was weak, knowing you didn’t mean it. 

Your attempts to push him off only resulted in him tightening his grip around your thighs. It was embarrassing how quickly you folded, with each push getting weaker as your arms became jelly under his touch. 

“I’ll let go when I want to. Now be a good girl and take me like you used to.” 

Dropping you to the ground, his hands wandered around your body effortlessly, meandering through the familiar curves. The straps of your leotard fell down your shoulders as he pulled them down revealing your half naked torso. The only thing blocking him from you was the black bra he gifted you on your anniversary 3 years ago. 

“Still got this, huh?” He teases, pinging the strap of your bra. 

With ease, he removes it from your body, staring intently at your perky tits as your nipples hardened upon contact with the cold breeze of air. Whilst one hand goes up to play with your nipple, his mouth takes care of the other, sucking around the skin of your boob. 

“Fuck! Taesan. Stop!” Your words said one thing whilst actions meant another. Your handed tangle into his hair pulling him closer to your chest, heightening the sensations of his mouth on your sensitive buds. 

The sound of a pop bought you back to your sense as he released himself from your tits. He scans the rest of your body before ripping your nearly tied skirt off your waist and pulling down your leotard to the floor, along with your tights and panties.

You felt so exposed standing naked in the vastness of the studio. The studio which you saw as the holy grail as it stood by you through thick and thin. It felt wrong to be in such a vulnerable state in a place where you knew you were going to be in the next day with your unsuspecting teacher.  

“Turn around,” he commanded. 

One swift move and your facing your naked form in the mirror as he pushes your head against the mirror, pulling your lower half closer to his as he begins grinding his clothed dick against you. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping. Such a slut aren’t you?” You peer down at his grey joggers, noticing the evident wet patch you’ve created which only turned you on more.

His slow pace picks up and his actions almost emulate him fucking you despite being fully clothed as he grabs your hips, pounding them against his tented cock. 

“Taesan, please!” Your moans were stifled as he pushes against your head harder, the mirror fogging up against your face. 

“Please what? Use your words. You were given a mouth for a reason. Or was it so you could suck my cock like the slut you are? Remember how feral you used to go over my dick?” His chuckle echoed through the room, only further getting your closer to your orgasm.

“Taesan, fuck me. I need you inside me. I wanna cum.” 

“My bitch wants to cum does she? Didn’t you say you hated me just a few minutes ago? Now you want my cock inside you pounding you like I used to?” 

“Mhmm! Please!” Your begging was received with his devious laughter. He loved the control he had over you and deep down you knew you loved it to. You missed it. 

“Only because you insist.” 

He pulls off his T-shirt over his head in one swift move, then immediately removing himself of the remainder of his clothes, allowing his hard, long cock to spring free. He aligns the tip over your throbbing core, pushing in half his length before pulling back out again. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks before repeating the same action. 

Taking matters into your own hands you begin sinking your hips down onto his dick, taking it all in as it hits the top of your cervix. 

“Who said you could do that? I’m in charge, don’t forget.” His hands take their place on your hip, gripping it so firmly as to disallow you from moving it any further. 

He pulls out his length completely, leaving you whining over the loss of contact. It only takes him a few seconds before he slams it back in, sharp and strong as the vibrations hit your throat, leaving you gasping for air as you let out a strangled moan. 

“You like that bitch?” Your frantic nodding only boosts his ego as he repeats it once more, before he sets up a rhythmic pace of thrusting into you. 

It doesn’t take long for you to re-familiarise yourself with his veiny cock, going dizzy at the way he’s stretching you out. 

“Faster! Please!” 

“My baby wants me to go faster? Only if you look at yourself in the mirror. Watch how well you’re taking me.” 

You instantly move your head from the mirror, feeling hazy at the sudden shift in position, Taesan continuing to fuck your brains out. 

You see yourself in the mirror, face and hair disheveled as you look up to meet Taesan’s lust filled eyes. Just as he promised, his lace picks up making your legs wobble. If it weren’t for his hands holding you up, you were certain you would have passed out. You drop your head as the pressure builds up in your core, your vision going blurry with the build up of tears. 

“Look up. I told you to watch yourself in the mirror.” His hands grab ahold of your ponytail, pulling it backwards to your head faces the mirror once again, “I want you to watch yourself fall apart on my cock. Look at you. Fucked dumb already?”

“Taesan…Ahhh! I’m gonna cum!” Your whine screeches throughout the room, desperately praying the room was soundproof. 

“Fuck. Me too. Cum with me.” 

The last few thrusts were sharp and calculated as his hand wanders down to your leaking pussy, stroking your swollen clit. Seconds later, your orgasm explodes, the tingling travelling throughout your body as you drop to the floor, your legs finally giving up on you. Taesan’s cum erupts out of you like a volcanic eruption, staining the polished wooden floors in sticky white. 

“You missed this didn’t you?” 

You had no energy left in you to respond but that was enough for Taesan to figure out the answer. 

“I’ve missed you.” 

His confession appeared out of nowhere as you lift your head up to meet his. He was now crouching on the floor to be level with your glowing face. 

“Taesan…” 

“If you don’t want me back, I understand. Just know that there’s not a day that goes by where I’m not thinking about you. From the way you laugh to the way you fit in my arms, I’m always thinking about you.” His words were much more gentle than they were before. You were reminded of your past once again. 

“I missed you too Taesan, in more ways than you can imagine. You broke my heart yet you were all that I could think about.” 

“I never should have abandoned you. My dance is important but never as important as you, baby. I’ve realised that too late.” 

“It’s never too late. I want to be held by you again. I want to kiss you like I used to and simply live like we did before. Before we were all-consumed by dance.” 

“I want to go back to that. If you’ll let me, can I ask you out? Will you be my girlfriend again?” 

Pulling him closer, your arms wrap around his neck, attaching your lips to his, the kiss was soft yet passionate enough to have your stomach fluttering from butterflies. 

“Yes. Of course I’d say yes. Let’s have a do over.” 

Competition day rolled around as both you and Taesan paced around nervously in your respective changing rooms. You mentally go over the choreography which you had injected into your limbs and calm down the nerves. 

“Y/n, go up to the stage please. You’re on after Set 14. That gives you 3 minutes.” 

You nod your head and thank the runner before heading over to side stage where Taesan is already awaiting your arrival. He picks you up in a warm embrace, spinning you around before placing you back down, caressing your cheek fondly. 

“I know you’ll be great! Now go and show them that you’re my girl. Good luck, Shorty.” 

“Fuck you, Taesan.” You giggle, slapping his arm playfully at his teasing remark. 

“You can but after you perform. I’m on in a bit too. So how about tonight? We can have a celebratory fuck.” He raises his eyebrows, nudging you as you hide behind your hands. 

“We’re in public for God sake! Stop messing around.” 

“Who said I’m messing around?” 

“Ugh. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Indeed I am.” 

“Y/n, you’re up. Make your way to your starting position please.” The runner calls out as you give Taesan one last hug before making your way onto the stage. 

His mischievous smile removed you of all your nerves, leaving you instead with confidence that you’ll perform your piece to the best of your ability, which you did considering you came 2nd place in ballet out of 32 dance schools across the country. Moreover, Taesan won first place for street dance, having you both jumping around in your tight hug. 

“I guess we do deserve a good fuck after this then. I’m so proud of us,” he taunts, as you nudge his shoulder. 

“I guess we do,” you reply, running off as he chased behind you, catch you by your waist and wrestling you down onto the couch in your changing room. 

His eyes scan the room to make sure the door behind you was closed as he whispers, “Do you think you can wait or do you wanna let me fuck you now?” 

“Now? Are you kidding?” 

“Well, yeah. As long as you stay quiet.” 

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Crew Headcanon

Game Night: Hot Seat

Summary: What if the chef (you) hosted the Hot Seat game with the crew?

Pairings: Tulpar Crew x Reader

Day 156

One slow-ass day aboard the Tulpar, someone (probably you, possibly not) decided to shake things up. Enter: “The Hot Seat.”

Daisuke’s brilliant chaos brain kicks in: “Alright, everyone’s asses to the lounge!”

And by everyone, he means EVERYONE. Even poor Swansea, who, you can tell, was plotting your murder silently after his naptime was unashamedly snatched from him

Anyway! You explain the rules, yada-yada:

Take turns sitting in “The Seat” (a janky old pilot chair Jimmy swears is still operational—it’s not. It’s begging for retirement or a dignified death).

Everyone gets to throw questions at the victim-- I mean, participant.

Answer honestly or take a shot of Daisuke’s “mystery juice” (an ungodly concoction of random spices and liquid in the kitchen he found while he was cleaning - punishment by Swansea). He claims it's edible but aside from the glowing toxic green color, something's moving in the juice. Even Anya’s armed with antibiotics, just in case

Round 1: The Captain

Curly starts the game with the intention to stay honest and transparent, the way a captain should (hiswordsnotmine.) He takes a seat with the click of his cowboy boots, "I’ve got nothing to hide. Ask away!"

Question 1: "What’s the dumbest decision you’ve made as our captain?"

Curly's grin falters a bit before answering, "Okay, fine. There was this one time I insisted on manually navigating the Tulpar to impress someone... in my defense, those maps were outdated! And the the che-- I mean that someone was impressed… I think?"

Maybe it was the lighting, but you swear his forehead's starting to get shiny

Question 2: "What’s the real reason you became a captain?"

Caught off guard, Curly clears his throat, his composure slipping. "To lead. To inspire."

Jimmy raises an eyebrow. "C’mon, that’s the PR answer!"

"And… maybe I thought the uniform looked cool. Okay? Next question!"

Yeah no, his forehead was really reflecting light

Final Question: "Have you ever used your rank to get out of trouble?"

Curly’s face turns redder than a warning light, but he still holds his ground. "I… may have politely reminded a customs officer of my rank when they tried to confiscate my coffee stash. It wasn’t a bribe or anything!"

Curly is visibly flustered but still holding onto his Captain pride. "You’re all insufferable," he mutters, FINALLY wiping his sweaty forehead (it was dripping large drops atp). But when no one’s looking, you catch the smile tugging at his lips

Round 2: The Nurse

Anya walks in like she’s ready for surgery. Clipboard in hand, questions already prepped because no one’s catching her off guard

Question 1: "What’s the dumbest injury you’ve treated on this crew?"

Without missing a beat: “Someone tried to impress their crush, slipped on a banana peel, and sprained their wrist and their ego. I won't name names, they know who they are...”

Everyone looks at Jimmy

Question 2: "What’s the most non-standard thing in your med kit?"

“Glitter band-aids.”

"What!? But I never saw one of 'em on anyone."

"That's cause I secretly covered yours with normal bandaids, Swans."

Last Question: "Anya, what’s your guilty pleasure when you’re not in nurse mode? Something you’d never admit..."

In Anya's boyscout-ready clipboard of questions, that's one question that short-circuited her brain

"Uh, what do you mean by... guilty pleasure? I mean, I... definitely... DEFINITELY don’t spend my free time watching those... really bad reality shows, you know, like 90 Day Fiancé or The Kardashians... that’s just... so not me...heh..."

She pauses, realizing she’s digging herself deeper.

"And I definitely don’t have a secret stash of junk food next to me when I do... uh, when I watch those shows... because that would be... unhealthy... right?"

Her clipboard went straight at her face when you all snickered. The flustered nurse was something you weren't prepared to take in, but hey, you weren't complaining ;)

"It’s just for stress relief, okay?! It’s... it's not a habit or anything!"

Round 3: The Co-pilot

Jimmy struts up: attach all cocky gestures a man with an empire-rise-tall ego would do “Bring it. I’m unshakeable.”

First Question: "Do you have feelings for Y/N?"

Without missing a beat, Jimmy reaches for the juice… but instead of a shot, he downs the ENTIRE GLASS

Five minutes later: “I can feel it. IT’S REARRANGING MY PERSONALITY! That FUCKING JUICE is a CRIME to HUMANITY."

Ten minutes later: Trying his best to smile smugly despite the involuntary and random tremors that's hitting him every 5 seconds

Every time you look at him, he avoids eye contact

“It’s the juice, not me.”

Question 2: "If you had to kick someone off the crew, who’s it gonna be?"

“Oh, easy. Daisuke.”

Daisuke protests loudly, but Jimmy shrugs. “That juice deserves jail time.”

Jimmy spends the rest of the game poorly walking at a fine line between bravado and damage control, especially when anyone mentions you or the juice

Round 4: The Mechanic

Swansea reluctantly takes the seat, grumbling about how this whole game is a waste of time

"Just get this over with."

Question 1: "What do you think of Y/N’s cooking?"

He grunts. “Edible. Most of the time.”

“THAT’S THE NICEST THING YOU’VE EVER SAID ABOUT ME!”

“Y'right.”

Question 2: "Why do you always act like you don’t care?"

He scowls. "Because I don’t. Next question." But as the game goes on, his shoulders visibly relaxed, even had him smile when Daisuke roasted the co-pilot

When you teased him for enjoying the game, he went back at that grumpy (he thought it was intimidating, it wasn't) crossed-arms pose

"It's not the game. Yer all just idiots. Just like watching dogs catchin' their tails"

"Yeah and the Nile is a river."

Last Question: "Any sentimental moments with the crew?"

He clears his throat. "Sentimental, huh? Don’t think I’m the type to get all teary-eyed over people... but I’ll tell you, the day that Cap here, couldn’t even fix a damn lightbulb without asking me for help, well, that was... something. Made me feel like I still had some purpose 'round here."

He pauses for a second, almost looking like he was about to say more but after seeing all your expecting faces, the man just grunts and shakes his head

"That’s all yer gettin’ outta me. Don’t go thinkin’ I’m some softie."

All your mouths were collecting flies. That's the most emotional you could make Swansea be

Round 5: The Intern

Daisuke practically cartwheels to the chair... big mistake

Question 1: "Most immature thing you’ve done?"

“Immature? Me? NEVER.”

*Silence, t'was so silent that you could actually hear crickets despite free-floating in space*

“Okay, FINE. I might’ve accidentally stepped on the boss's face one night when I was aboutta pee. BUT I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”

"Oh, that explains the fishy smell. My bad Swans, thought it was your hair."

"Look who's talkin', as if I'm the one bathin' once a month."

Yeah, Jimmy's ego couldn't have been more trampled at this point

Question 2: "Most childish crew member?"

Rubs his hand like he's planning a complicated bank heist

"Easy... Jimmy. Why? Well, let me think… maybe it’s because the guy DRANK a juice just to dodge A QUESTION, might I add, that wasn’t even that BAD."

Daisuke crossed his arms and pouts like a disappointed girlfriend

"AND instead of owning up like a MAN, he KICKS ME outta the crew just for the heavenly potion I MADE. Yeah, Real mature, Jimmy."

Last Question: "Whose advice would you take: Swansea or Y/N?"

"Okay, this is seriously like one of those Resident Evil game choices, y’know? Like, who do you pick? Swansea’s all grumpy wisdom, and he’s got the whole... ‘I’ve seen it all’ vibe. I mean, boss is like the living manual for everything that can go wrong."

He glances over at you and grinned wider

"But then there’s Y/N, who’s always level-headed and knows when to just... chill and have fun. And your advice, like, it always has a twist of realness to it, right? You’re like... I don’t know, the sage with a spoon!... Or a butcher knife?"

Daisuke looks up at both of you, his expression is pure puppy-like distress.

"See? This is hard... I mean life and death situation hard."

"Well, the kid’s in trouble now. What’re you gonna do, Daisuke? Take the safe advice, or follow the one with sugar-coated truth?" Swansea bumps your side

"Ha! Mine's got pure truth and a sugary sweet with it, that's different, Swans."

Last Round: The Chef

Finally, you get forced into the seat (more like physically dragged by the men while screaming bloody murder) and everyone goes HARD on you

"What’s the weirdest thing you’ve fed us without telling us?"

"Weird is subjective, right? So if I thought the ingredient was normal, meh, does it still count as weird? Asking for a chef ;)"

"Are you the one who broke the coffee machine?"

"I mean, define ‘broke.’ If we’re being technical, it still turns on. It just, you know, sprays coffee sideways. That’s not broken, just... quirky."

"Do you actually like Curly's speeches, or are you just polite?"

You grinned

"Ah, well, they’re definitely… memorable. You know, it’s impressive how cap can make freighter maintenance sound like a call to arms. Like, one sec you’re zoning out, then next, you’re ready to fight a full Jedi council… for better fuel efficiency."

Who's the worst cook in all the Tulpar?

"Daisuke. Had the rare talent to almost burn the kitchen down, no, the whole Tulpar from just... boiling water. WATER!"

You succesfully dodged them all until you broke when Swansea narrows his eyes and growls:

"What happened to my tools last week?"

Visibly sweating but desperately clawing on the the little control you have left

"Swansea, listen… Those tools have been through a lot. They’ve seen things. I’ve seen things. The point is, they’ve served their purpose bravely. Now, about that wrench…"

At this point, You crumbled under Swansea’s intense dad stare and admit to using the wrench as a garlic crusher

The lounge area was filled with everyone laughing and whooping, and your reign of dodging questions comes to a dramatic (and pathetically hilarious end) after receiving a 20 push-up punishment from Swansea

a/n: second sem's been throwing me around like a ragdoll and it's been like two weeks... but yknow what, lemme make it a challenge. send some headcanon ideas cause all i can do is write at this point, not think :,)

[yuff7e]

Hi angel I love your layout!! Your blog is so cutesy :D Can I rq Sanemi bf headcanons? :-)

⋆.ೃ sanemi bf headcanons !! ࿔*:･ sfw / fluff / headcanons

gender neutral

hi anon !! i love sanemi, he’s the cutest !! and thank you, also the angel nickname has me twirling with cuteness :3 ur the angel for requesting !! enjoy <3

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- pure definition of “i hate everyone but you”

- like actually

- buddy doesn’t like no one besides his brother and you atp

- he’s over here cuddling you when no one’s looking and then slashing demons heads off w 0 remorse the next second

- honestly a pretty good sweet talker i would think

- he knows what to say to you to sweep you off your feet, he just doesn’t do it often

- in the right setting he will, but then he gets a little flustered with the affection you give him afterwards

- he likes taking the lead in anything, no matter what it is

- if you want to eat something new he’ll take a bite first “just in case”

- has extreme trust issues, so when you came around it took him a while to actually warm up to you

- so it took him an even longer time actually beginning to like you

- and then it took him LONGER to start dating you

- but he’s def worth the wait, you have a personal bodyguard for LIFE.

- i would think he’s extremely loyal, since he already doesn’t trust anyone and seeing how he’s trusted you enough to start dating you - id think he thinks you’re the one type-thing

- like, he picked you and wants a future with you

- you’re not just some partner that he’s dating “just cause”

- like no he saw visions of yalls future kids FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES BRO.

- he saw visions.

- jk lol

- maybe.

- he’s crazy so maybe yeah, he did see visions…..

- he’s not the biggest fan of physical touch, but really likes acts of service and words of affirmation

- if you go and do something for him he’s on his knees for you (promise not in a weird way, unless you want it to be lol)

- or if you praise him he gets a little flustered and turns his head away from you to hide the faint blush on his cheeks

- “hey, stop that.”

- “sorry!! you’re just so cool baby, i could talk about you forever.”

- “[name]!!”

- honestly, i definitely see him being pretty overprotective

- especially with what you wear and what you do

- not in a abusive way, but hey, we’re talking about feral sanemi here

- like, if you’re a female and one of the hashiras and they give you an outfit like mitsuris - he’s immediately turning that down

- unless you didn’t date until after and you were wearing that, he’d make you change

- “you don’t need the other boys over here staring at you, just me.”

- or if you were a guy and saw you helping another girl he’d be giving HEAAVYYY side eye

- like hello sir it’s fine

- or if you had a reputation to be flirtatious with the girls/guys there before you two had started dating, and still decided to date you after that you have another thing coming

- the night he confessed to you he was like “and if i see you talking with any girls/guys, it won’t end well.”

- bros like misa where she’s like “if i see you with another girl, ill kill her.”

- like OKAAYY buddy calm down it’s never that serious

- he feigns over you too, like crazy

- again, not in a weird way (unless you want it to be)

- i mean yeah it can be weird you’re adults, but like he always wants to be by you and if he’s away from you for a hot minute he’s (mysteriously) rushing back to wherever you’re at

- he needs his aura to 1000+ or he won’t be happy

- he’s lovable, and he loves you

i’m so tired, i’ve written 5 fics today and i’m worn out !! i’ll get to everyone’s tomorrow, goodnight loves <3

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[antinousletmehit]

HII!! (Same anon who sent the malewife Antinous and Calypso! Reader btw)

I had another idea and thought I should drop it here. So imagine reader is Odysseus' child right? When he get home, he slaughters all the suitors, but found Antinous missing. But then he heard his daughter call out to Antinous. Thinking the worst, Ody immediately went to her room.

However, when he arrived, he saw reader and Antinous casually making out despite the obvious bloodshed that was happening outside

Atp I should have a name, but I don't want to reveal my account btw I'm sorry if I send too much asks its just that there's no safe space for liking Antinous until I found this account 😞😭

Sighhhh we antinous fans are suffering

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The name cut through the noise like a blade, and Odysseus froze mid-step. His blood ran cold. His daughter’s voice—panicked and clear—called out the name of the very man who had disrespected his home, plotted to steal his wife, and helped lead the suitors. He dropped the lifeless suitor he had just skewered, his heart pounding with dread. Was Antinous harming her? Had that snake of a man dared lay a hand on his child?

Fury boiled in Odysseus’s veins as he followed the sound, his sword raised and ready to end another suitor if need be. He moved quickly, stepping out of the chaos and into a quieter corridor. Meanwhile, you and Antinous were locked in a world of your own. In the shadowed hallway, far from the carnage, Antinous had pulled you close. His lips pressed against yours, hands steady on your waist as if the war raging just feet away didn’t exist.

“This might be the last chance we get,” Antinous murmured against your lips, his voice uncharacteristically soft. You didn’t respond with words, just tightened your grip on his tunic and leaned in again. But you hadn’t meant to say his name aloud. Not like that. It slipped from your lips, heavy with emotion—and loud enough to echo down the corridor.

“Antinous,” you sighed as his lips brushed yours again.

Odysseus turned the corner at that exact moment, his eyes wild and sword drawn. “Where is he?” he growled, his gaze darting through the shadows for the fight he expected.

Instead, he froze.

You and Antinous broke apart in an instant, your faces flushed with guilt and panic. Antinous took a cautious step back, but his hands lingered at your waist, a defiant glint in his eye despite the bloodshed staining his clothes.

Odysseus’s expression shifted from confusion to disbelief to sheer rage. His grip on his sword tightened as his gaze flickered between you and Antinous.

“You—my daughter—and him?” His voice was low, dangerously calm, which was somehow worse than yelling.

“Father, I—” you stammered, stepping in front of Antinous as if to shield him from the wrath you knew was coming.

Antinous, to his credit, didn’t cower. He straightened up, his usual arrogance peeking through despite the sweat and blood on his face. “I think we’re past the introductions, King Odysseus.”

That did it. Odysseus lunged forward, and you had to throw yourself between them, pressing your hands to your father’s chest to hold him back. “Don’t kill him!” you pleaded, panic lacing your voice.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t gut him right here,” Odysseus growled, his sword aimed at Antinous’s throat.

Antinous, ever the bold one, smirked. “Well, if you kill me, she’d be pretty upset.”

Odysseus’s glare could have melted stone. You, however, were too busy internally cursing Antinous for his inability to shut up when it mattered.

Odysseus stared at you for a long moment, his jaw tight and eyes blazing. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lowered his sword.

“This isn’t over,” he growled, pointing a finger at Antinous before stalking back toward the main hall.

Antinous let out a breath he’d been holding, then glanced at you, his smirk returning. “I think that went well.”

You smacked his arm. “You’re lucky I love you, you idiot.”

“Clearly,” he teased, leaning in for another kiss.

“Don’t push it,” you warned, glancing nervously down the hallway where your father had disappeared.

[graciedollie]

Hiiiii, just wanted to let you know: I love your stories and your aesthetic! Could you do a Caitlyn kiramman fluff?

Dating Caitlyn Kirammin Headcannons (Fluff)

warnings: none, just pure fluff, mention of Cassandra Kirammin :(

a/n: i could not come up with a fic sooo we’re doing hc’s and i hope that’s fine bby💔 BUT ITLL STILL HAVE FLUFF OFC!!

she’s a sweetheart tbh, despite having her rough moments.

While she may also be leading towards words of affirmation, she also does acts of service and gift giving. She love to express the love she embodies for you through her words and actions, absolutely spoiling you with gifts, doing stuff for you without even asking, and giving you gifts <3

“Oh—Cait, baby. you didn’t have to get me this!” You joked as you took the basket that was filled with things that you’ve had your eye on, but didn’t wanna seem like you were asking for much.

“Nonsense, love. You know i’ll get you whatever you need and want…you mean the world to me and I want you to be happy..” Her slender hand caressed your cheek gently as her warm smile tugged at her lips, looking at you with the most tenderly gaze you ever saw.

now you’re dating a literal sheriff atp and you already know she’s gonna be protective of you. She’ll wrap an arm around your waist or have her hand on the lower of your back or if she can’t be around you like she wants, she’ll have eyes of her own to make sure you’re safe. She’ll give someone a mean glare if they look or talk to you sideways and would snark back at them curtly.

“Sweetie, you didn’t have to tell her all that stuff—all she did was just bump into me.”

“And she didn’t even apologize and only gave you that…that nasty look? Is that really not ‘nothing’?” She was practically seething as she kept glaring at the woman before you pretty much had to make her focus back on you and not let the moment get ruined.

she’s not too big on pda, but there are times she’ll give you a peck on the cheek or hold your hands tightly in hers and even kiss your hand like the gentlewoman she is. If you’re a touchy person, then she may ask you to turn it down just a notch, but she’ll only get upset whenever she’s already overstimulated and doesn’t want you touching and she needs her space.

definitely more of a cat person than a dog person tbh and you both have this pretty cat you found on the street and named it ‘cheesecake’. (she thought it was a ridiculous name but she grew to tolerate it)

“Out of all names—‘Cheesecake’? Honey, I don’t know..” She murmured lowly as she petted the purring cat in her lap, smiling warmly as Cheesecake gave her a couple licks to the cheek.

You rolled your eyes with a small scoff leaving your lips, thinking that she was just being bland and not very flavorful with the name. “oh c’mon! she looks like a little cheesecake!” Caitlyn gave you a look before looking down at Cheesecake before sighing softly, “If you insist, love.”

there are times when she’ll come home from work frustrated and overstimulated and would have panic attacks here and there—almost really being regular, at this point. During these times, she just wants to be alone, but she doesn’t at the same time and needs you by her side.

“I don’t know how I could do this…it’s like, the hole is only getting bigger and bigger..” she’d whispered shakily as she leaned against your chest, letting you hold her close as she would sob. Times been utterly awful since…the incident with her mother. You stayed by her side at all times and tried your best to comfort her, but nothing could ever fill that hole.

You sighed lowly as you rubbed her back, letting her getting everything out with the salty tears and hurtful words. it pained you that she had to go through this, especially since she pretty much blamed herself for not taking the shot and preventing this from happening. “I know I can’t say I know or I understand, love, but i’m always here with you…always.”

honestly a pretty good cook. Like, i’m sure she had people to cook for her and all, but she knows how to throw down in the kitchen—especially in baking.

“Cait? I’m home!” You called to her as you shut the front door behind you, setting your bag down on the hook before shuffling your way in the empty space. Your brows raised in suspicion at the silence before your eyes widened at the sight before you as you entered the kitchen.

There laid the delicious pastry that you’ve been dreaming and dreaming about for a while now, mentioning it to Caitlyn here and there—not thinking much of it. You stepped closer to see there was a pretty note left on the side that read; “figured you’d like these, love. I’ll be home late, i love you most—love, Cait.”

certified yapper. once she gets so engrossed in something that itches her brain, she will talk your head off.

There you sat there, nodding at your girlfriend as she continued to ramble on and on about the new case she’s been working on. She stood tall to the crowded board with her arms crossed, brows furrowed together and teeth gnawing at her bottom lip.

“I just don’t understand, if it’s not in this location, what other place could we be missing? itonlymakesensetogototheotherdirectionbutyettheresotherwaystogobutitdoesntmakeanysense—are you listening?”

you bet your sweet ass you were. every. last. bit.

hope you enjoyed this bby!! <3

[prince-jjae]

heh, so for kinktober or just a regular fic atp. Can u do toxic relationship w/ yeonjun. Like reader and yeonjun are in a situationship and yeonjun says that him and reader can’t have any strings attached if they’re just gonna have sex. But like reader rlly doesn’t care so they just keep having one night stands with random people at the club. And one day, yeonjun catches her and gets jealous and BOOM raw sex. But then angst bc reader says he doesn’t love her so they’re free to hit on whoever they want. So they argue and reader never sees yeonjun again. BUT LIKE IF U DON’T WANNA MAKE THIS ANGST THEN U CAN MAKE IT A HAPPY ENDING :3 heh, my brain is going brr brr rn. Ok ty! 💕

Escapism.

mdni, nsfw!!

pairings: choi yeonjun/reader

genre: smut, angst. hurt/no comfort??

warnings: fwb?yeonjun, meandom!yeonjun, mentions of beomgyu, mentions of club bathroom sex (Dont!), name calling (slut, whore, etc), unprotected sex (Dont! pt2), gender neutral reader but they have feminine anatomy, jealousy, anger, kinda dubcon if you think too hard about it, player!reader, if i forgot any lmk!

jjae's comments: this is.... insane. I sat down to write this thinking itd be like.. 1k? around the same length of my other fics? but no... welcome to 3k words of pure smut and sadness. i made yeonjun a lot more pathetic in this fic than i think the ask originally intended, but i hope it still reads well!! enjoy!

“No strings attached.” he had said. No strings attached. If that's what he wanted, then why was Yeonjun acting this way? He hadn't the faintest idea, but the sight of you dragging a puppy-looking guy to the bathroom with your finger hooked into the front of his jeans made his chest cave in.

He thought this was a good idea, months ago. Back when you were only focused on him with your puppy-crush. Maybe it was the power he held over you back then that convinced him to do this. The strength he had over your every move made his head too foggy with desire to see the fatal error of his ways. Back then you seemed like just a nerdy college student, out of place and quiet. Just his type. He was glad the work of approaching you had been done for him, smirking at the board with your name scrawled next to his. ‘Just how cliche would this get?’ He wondered at the time. It was practically fate. He spent weeks breaking through your cold and bitter exterior, dead-set on tasting the sweet softness that he knew you kept well-hidden. It was the thrill of the chase. The promise of something forbidden, off-limits. Sure, he could give any excuse he wanted, but getting into your bed with you was always his goal. You were a sweet poison, he soon found. You were the sweetest of nectars, yet shockingly deadly. He was in bed with you, his plush lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to your heated skin. He drank in the quiet whimper you let out when his teeth scraped at you with the sharp promise of his canines marring your soft skin. 

“No strings attached.” He had whispered to you huskily, and you dumbly nodded along, eager to please so he would keep going. So he would consume you like the fire you knew he was. He said it more for his own sake than yours, he thought. He knew from the first time he had you under him, obscene sounds coming from where your hips collided, mouth spilling rivulets of drool around his fingers which pressed and prodded at your tongue, that he was thoroughly fucked. 

But now, after months of being your.. What was the right word for it? Was this a situationship? Was he your friend-with-benefits? You two had never talked about it. Hell, you hardly did anything more than moan into each other's mouths and skin. Neither of you were next to one another by the time the sunshine graced your apartment windows. He knew better, now. If he was going to continue drinking in your poison by the mouthful, he needed to be careful. Precise, even. 

Yeonjun sighed, watching you go as he swirled the drink in his hand. You didn’t know he was there. You didn’t even see the text he had sent you 2 hours prior on your phone, you were too busy scanning the crowd. He had texted you the second he walked through the doors into the club he knew you frequented. He was perhaps a little desperate to see you, but he would never tell you as much. Hell, it was hard to even admit it to himself. He craved you like he craved air. 

But you didn't care. You didn't even react to the buzzing in your pocket, sharp eyes intent on finding your next victim. This club was your web, and you were a black widow. He hadn’t known it when he stumbled into your trap all those months ago, but you were vicious. You took control of him like a possession, the thrum of your power over him was buzzing under his skin constantly. Your kiss was a brand, ruining him for anyone or anything else. 

The great player, Choi Yeonjun, reduced to a simpering, desperate boy. How far he had fallen in pursuit of you.

He recognized the man you had picked - your victim for the night - as Choi Beomgyu. He was a friend of Yeonjun’s, actually. They bickered a lot, but they got along well enough. He recalls mentioning you to him before.. Had Beomgyu sought you out because of him? The thought made his stomach churn. Jealousy cut through him like a searing hot knife, the jagged edge catching his anger in just the right way. His eyes remained fixed on the bathroom door, sipping away at his drink the entire time you occupied it. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what you were doing in there, but he needed to see it. He needed to know that you were really doing this. 

He had no right to be jealous, he knew that. Rationally, realistically, this was none of his fucking business. He was the one who suggested you two wouldn’t be exclusive. Why should he be upset now that his own words were haunting him. Was it because he never expected to get this attached? Or was it the realisation that you didn’t feel the same? It was obvious that you didn’t care for him the way he cared for you. He could live with that, he thought. He could live with you not loving him back, but seeing you sneak off with someone new right before his very eyes? This was an anger he was unfamiliar with. He was never on the receiving end of this. Perhaps this was karma, finally catching up to him and providing him the pain he usually dished out freely. Perhaps he deserved this.

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, makeup smudged and clothes wrinkled, his heart plummeted to the floor. He glanced behind you, watching Beomgyu walk out with a dazed look in his eyes, shirt halfway undone and hair a mess. You loved pulling on his hair when he gave you head, He thought. The memory of him being the one between your thighs finally snapped the cord in him. 

He slammed his drink down onto the table next to him, ignoring the way the other patrons flinched at the loud crack the glass made against the worn wood. He was already halfway across the floor. You didn’t even notice him until he was on you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the club with the shadow of his rage hanging over him like a cloud. He barely registered you tugging at his arm, trying to get him to let you go, trying to ask him what was going on. Your questions fell on deaf ears. He was on a mission as he dragged you to his apartment for the first time, only a few minutes walk away from the club.

He was going to prove he was better. No one else could have you the way he could. 

Yeonjun liked to believe that he was a gentle lover. That he could be mean when it was required or requested of him, but for the most part, he was a giver. Full of plush words and promises that usually held no actual weight. A phrase echoed in his mind at that, something about truth being singular, and lies being words, words, words. In that case, Yeonjun guessed he was a liar of a lover. It tracked, if he really thought about it. Like now, when he had you pressed into the door the second you two were beyond the threshold, kissing you like a man starved. His hands were possessive, gripping onto your flesh wherever he could. He wasn’t sure what he was trying to prove- actually, scratch that. He did know. He wanted to erase every memory of Beomgyu’s touch, He wanted to burn it away with his own until only his touch remained on your skin. 

You weren't sure where this animalistic side of Yeonjun came from, but you hardly had it in you to complain. You should probably push him away, demand answers, but you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. The knowledge of this made yeonjun grin against your neck before sinking his teeth into the soft junction between the column of your throat and your shoulder, pulling a pleasured scream from your lips. He practically growled against the skin, fingers trailing down to push aside the skimpy shorts you wore. 

“You let him finish inside?” He grit out, fingers sliding easily through your soaked core. The sound of Beomgyu’s cum leaking onto Yeonjun’s hardwood floor should have made you embarrassed, but instead of shame burning through you, only lust remained. You shivered, nodding at Yeonjun like a bobblehead, mind swirling in the wake of his rough handling of you. He just laughed, but the chuckle he released was devoid of humour. He was angry. You let him fill you? Did you let anyone else do the same?

“Dirty fucking thing.” He spat at you before hauling you up, legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed, flinging you unceremoniously onto the covers. You were still bouncing on the mattress from the sheer force he used to toss you onto it when he descended on you. He was all tongue, teeth and rage as he practically tore your clothes off of you. He hardly gave you any space to breathe, let alone think. Your mind was a useless puddle of mush as he manhandled you, adjusting your body the way he wanted. By the time you could gather the mental presence it took to move your eyes downward, His breath was already fanning hotly at your still-sore cunt. Your eyes widened comically, but he only laughed at you before diving in and eating you with the crazed frenzy of a man who had never eaten before in his life. He had to clean you, had to rid you of any evidence of his friend. You had to become pure again, only for him to defile you himself, make you his the way you had made him yours. He had to show you, even if he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. Surely, you'd understand, right? You understood him. He was sure of it.

Your hands instantly tangled in his silky locks, tugging harshly enough to pull a hiss from his lips the second his tongue made contact. You squealed, body still sensitive from your previous orgasm with Beomgyu, but Yeonjun didn’t care. He wasn't doing this for pleasure, he was doing this to make a point. To make you his. He ate you with fervor, a mix of your arousal, Beomgyu’s release and Yeonjun’s drool making his face a fucking sopping mess. It dripped onto the sheets below, but he paid it no mind, allowing you to rock your hips desperately on his tongue and nose as he worked you up again. You were sobbing, fat tears streaming down your face and clumping your pretty lashes together. All he could think about while you bumped your swollen clit against his nose was how badly he wanted to ruin you once he was done. Your wails and pleas fell on deaf ears. He had no plans on slowing down, giving you any breaks. You had teased him enough, he thought, parading around with Beomgyu’s cum still stuffed inside you. He was intent on replacing it with his own. When you finally came, sobbing out his name into the silent, cold air of his apartment, you collapsed, boneless onto the sheets. Your hand clasped at your naked chest, sweat cooling your skin as you scrambled to catch your breath. You couldn't remember a single time when Yeonjun behaved like this, did things like this, ate you like this. Sure, he loved having you on his tongue, but he was always so sweet, drawing out every little hum and movement out for your pleasure. This shift in his demeanour left you confused, for sure, but you found it so hot that you couldn't stop to ask any questions. Your eyes flew open again, desperately clawing at his arms when he shifted your body again. He lifted you with ease, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing. 

“Can't- jjunnie, please!” You cried, voice slightly muffled by the pillow he shoved your face into. He just sneered down at you, dragging his drooling cock through your soaked folds. He had no mercy for you, not anymore. He leaned down, smirking at the way your breath stuttered when the head of his cock caught your entrance. The feeling of his hot breath on your skin paled in comparison to the mean words he spat into your ear. 

“You’ll fucking take what I give you, slut.” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel any shame at his words. In fact, you revelled in them, pushing your hips back against him. It caught him by surprise, and you were so wet that he sunk into you with ease with that simple movement alone. A punched out groan fell from his pouty lips, one of his hands gripping your hip in a bruising hold. You were sure his fingertips would leave bruises for you to press on by tomorrow morning. 

“God- You’re so fucking desperate, arent you? Just got your pussy stuffed with cum and you're already begging for more?” He laughed, the sound mean and cruel in your ears as he set a brutal pace. You were so slick that the sounds that reverberated in yeonjuns bedroom was fucking obscene. You felt filthy, dirty, used- and you loved it. You weren’t sure how, but Yeonjun could tell. You knew he could. Maybe it was the way your walls fluttered helplessly around his fat cock, spearing into you with no mercy that gave you away. It didn’t matter, though. You hardly had the mental presence to care about anything beyond the way he stretched you out so so well. “Look at you, fucking pathetic. So eager for dick. Do I not give you enough? Huh? Do I need to stuff you full every hour of the day for you to be satiated?” 

All you could do was claw at his sheets, nodding pathetically along to his words. He scoffed, reaching up to grab your chin and forcing your mouth open. “Speak, whore.” 

You scrambled for words, but the syllables fell through your fingers like grains of sand. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, reminiscent of a fish out of water, before you finally managed out something akin to verbal language.

“Need- please- more- jjunnie-!” Your voice quickly dissolved into a chorus of pornographic ah, ah, ah-’s, and it sent a thrill through Yeonjun’s body. He was doing this to you. In this moment, right here in his bedroom, you were his. He shoved his fingers into your still open mouth, keeping your head thrown back as his hips ploughed into your sopping heat from behind. His thrusts were so intense they were punishing, sure to leave you sore and wobbly on your feet for days. Thinking about you stumbling around, needing his help to walk only made him growl and fuck you harder. He was far too drunk on you, on your moans, on your pussy. He couldn’t help himself.

“Need-? Getting fucked so good you cant speak, huh? Don’t worry, baby.” He grinned, but the smile was sharp and cheshire. It held no warmth for you, not that you could care or open your eyes long enough to even see it. You could feel it in his words, though, in the way he nibbled at your earlobe before shoving you down into the pillows again. “Daddy’s got you.”

He was entirely right, really. You were fucked positively stupid on his dick. You couldn’t deny that. In fact, you wouldn't. “Daddy-” you whined, voice barely audible over the lewd sounds of Yeonjun’s cock sinking into you and his hips snapping against the plush of your ass. “‘s fucking good- fuck!”

Yeonjun let out a breathless laugh before he pulled out of you. You hardly had time to whine at the loss, the aching empty feeling he left you with, before you were being moved again. Now you were on your back, and before you could even get your vision to focus on him, Yeonjun was already balls-deep in you again. With your head thrown back in bliss, throat bared for him, he couldn’t help but sneak down and leave angry, splotchy hickeys along your soft skin. 

“That’s right, baby- fuck… take it. Take it. Gonna fill you up better than he did- fuck!” His hips were beginning to stutter, but his mouth kept running. He was dissolving into horny babble, but he had the presence of mind to sneak his hand down, fingers drawing rough circles on your clit that had you spasming underneath him. 

He had slept with you enough times to know your tells, to know when you were going to finish. The way your head fell back, eyebrows drawn up, pretty lips making that pretty ‘o’ shape- the way you fluttered around him wildly, trying to milk him dry- you were close. He knew it. Just a few more thrusts, a slight change in angle and-

God, you were so beautiful when he had you like this, crying his name again, nails clawing uselessly against his back and leaving angry marks that he loved. 

“That’s it, baby- shit. Take it, slut. Fucking take it-!” He gripped your hips firmly in both hands, using them to move you on him. It made his thrusts hit deeper, and- God, were you squirting? If anything, the revelation only made him rougher with you despite your protests that you couldn’t take it, that you needed him to slow down. He wouldn’t, though. You knew he wouldn't. He only grabbed you harder, cock slamming into your cervix in a way that made you wince before he finally filled you, pressed as deeply into you as he could manage. He pressed into you over and over, as if trying to force his seed even deeper into you. As if he could fuck it right into your little womb. 

After a few more mean thrusts, you began to squirm and whine in his grip. Only then did he snap out of his jealousy-filled rage, looking into your eyes with his own so wide and pretty. There he was, that was closer to the Yeonjun you remembered. You smiled lazily at him, lifting your arms to him. With no prompting, he fell into your embrace. He peppered kisses along any skin he could reach, sighing happily into your skin when your fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp in the way you knew he liked. You chuckled, but made no move to push him away. That was all he needed for hope to bloom in his chest again. You understood him, right? You knew what he was trying to do, what he needed. He needed you. He needed you more than air. He looked at you expectantly, hoping that you would say what he did not have the courage to. 

But you didn’t say anything. 

You didn’t say anything when he cleaned you up. You didn’t say anything when he carefully brought you to the bath he drew for you. You didn't say anything when he gently scrubbed your body. You didn’t say anything when he helped you back into your clothes. 

You only opened your mouth to deny him when he suggested you sleep over. He didn’t know his heart could shatter so easily with just a few words. He supposed he had this coming. Yes, he was right, earlier. This was karma for all his previous misdeeds. You were karma, and you were cruel.

“No strings attached, remember?”

[thelioncourts]

I feel like I’m seeing such an increase in “bratty bottom” Lestat readings since s2 ended and it’s making me spiral about whether my interpretation of Loustat’s relationship is correct and that’s the direction they’re going in. like, I’ve seen it applied to the 1x06 reconciliation but also Louis manhandling Lestat in 1x03, Louis killing Lestat, Dreamstat, the 2x08 reunion… I’m struggling to understand it but but I’m worried I’m letting my dislike for that dynamic cloud my ability to analyse the scenes. atp, I don’t remember whether I don’t understand/agree with the interpretation and that’s why I dislike it, or I dislike the interpretation and that’s why I don’t agree with/understand it if that makes sense. sorry lol I’m autistic and this show is my hyperfixation, so sorry if this is a really weird ask. ig what I’m asking is that I really enjoyed your meta about Louis enjoying submission so I guess I’m wondering if you have any thoughts on the possibility of sub bottom Lestat or why it’s ooc

I'm going to say this with love, and I don't mean this to sound as rude as it's going to sound (not to you, I promise) but this fandom is genuinely horrendously bad at analysis and do not, as a whole, have the critical thinking skills to look at these characters tbh. I'm not saying my interpretation is "right" or that my interpretation is the only exact reading, etc. but most of these people are not looking at these characters beyond 1) surface level 2) bias 3) their idea of "evidence" is like. "louis was madddd" and that must mean domination or whatever

I've said it before on here, but whether we're looking at the show or the books, louis and lestat do not have an s&m or bdsm relationship. there are general elements of those things present in some kind of sense, because I think characteristics of those exist in most relationships to some extent, but they are not the s&m/bdsm couple. like, in the books, that is reserved specifically for marius/armand and armand/daniel. in the show we do get it with loumand and I have things to talk about with that in relation to this, but I'll get to that later.

there's a book called "the vampire companion" by an author named katherine ramsland and katherine was not only a friend of anne's, but is a professor of forensic psychology and she focuses so much of her work on the brain and relationships and whatnot. she wrote anne's biography, prism of night, and also wrote the vampire companion.

the vampire companion is this extensive deep dive into anything and everything you can think of re: the vampire chronicles. it discusses individual characters, relationships, settings, themes, quotes, allusions, etc. and it was written with anne's approval and praise. and the vampire companion talks in great deal about dominance/submission, loustat, loumand, armandaniel, and surrender, and anything else that may be related to this conversation.

in the companion, louis is described repeatedly as the "perfect submissive."

when dominance and submission are talked about, it's discussed that all characters give and take, that there are elements of domination they all have, elements of submission they all have, and no one lives entirely in one, though they typically have one they lean toward. all the pieces about submission come back to two characters in particular, and those characters are louis and armand, who are described as the most submissive of the set.

when loumand are discussed in the book, it talks about how armand craves submission and seeks to make people dominant to him (a paradox) and how lestat and gabrielle immediately clock that paradoxical nature and refuse it; that is seen as a sign of lestat's domination because he refuses it and so armand seeks someone who is, frankly, weaker and easier to control and that's louis who does, for some time, become this dominant presence out of armand dominating louis into an illusion of dominance. it's all convoluted and insane because armand is insane, and it's unfortunately a dynamic he had felt only with marius and he seeks, constantly, to recreate it.

daniel and armand are discussed as the most blatant dom/sub dynamic of the books, and it is soooo much switching back and forth between them. but I'm not here to talk about them, nor do I really care.

when it comes to louis and lestat, louis leans more submissive and lestat more dominant. that's not me making stuff up, it's what's in the text, it's what is in the companion, it's how it is. and they genuinely like it that way, it's part of why they are so long lasting compared to all of lestat's other companions and love interests.

the companion talks about lestat and the idea of surrender and/or the idea of submission, and it says (and I'll find the exact quotes for this so some weirdo doesn't try to argue tenfold with me): "Lestat surrenders to no one, mortal or immortal. His character has been formed by resistance and this insight makes him even stronger as a vampire." It goes on to talk about how Lestat has only ever surrendered to two things, one being good and one being bad and how the bad one he later fights against, and those things are: surrendering to what he is (good) and surrendering to akasha (bad). it also then explains how akasha, though very dominant, is so desperate and in need of lestat that she is ultimately submissive to him, though it takes him time to realize it, and it leads to her demise, his domination over her.

and, last little bit about this book, when discussing surrender, it discusses how louis is so weak because the one thing he can't surrender to is what he is, and therefore he can never find peace. that one bit of resistance he has is entirely against the things he needs to be happy.

now, let's look at the show, keeping this in mind re: moving forward because whether people like it or not, these things absolutely are being used by the writing team, it's very obvious.

I'm not going to focus on topping/bottoming right now because I genuinely just don't think, at the end of the day, that's the biggest problem. I have my own thoughts and feelings on it all, of course, and why I think it's actually imperative (and likely) we will see/be made aware of several instance of louis bottoming in the present day with lestat, but again, that's not exactly where I want to focus this conversation, I want to focus the conversation on dominance and submission and this "brattiness" people love to bring up with lestat.

let's cut right to the chase first of all with: louis did not like being dominant. no, he actually hated being dominant.

the louis we meet in dubai is a shell of the louis we know, even the louis we know in paris and stuff. his accent is so particular, he sits up rigidly at all times, he's so horribly "in control" that he's almost robotic. we watch it slip more and more while in dubai in s2 (not to mention the break in 107 of course but, again, we'll try to keep this condensed) until finally, by 205 when louis and daniel uncover the truth of what has been missing for both of them, that facade is almost entirely gone and we're left with a louis who is much more himself and also floundering because who is he, he hasn't been him in so long.

domination is not natural to louis. he had to be forced into it, tricked into it, and manipulated into it. now that he's free of it, I don't see him ever returning to it, it evokes such a horrible time and it was never what he wanted.

s1 loustat is very much dom/sub with lestat as a dom and louis as a sub. people can argue all they want, that's how it is, jacob even references it in some s2 press when he talks about how louis and armand's relationship has louis taking on more of the lestat role, and he means domination.

now, I think the dom/sub thing is part of louis and lestat had a lot of problems, and it's why I don't see them at any point returning entirely to that dynamic nor trying to switch it. like they need balance, that's what they're going to seek, and it's why I don't believe louis and lestat fit into a bdsm or dom/sub kind of thing. however........

they both do lean in those directions, lestat dominant and louis subsmissive. and to a point, that will always be present because it was foundational in them getting together.

101 is one of the best examples of this, their first sex scene being an insane thing to watch for it. lestat letting louis make the first real move is not a sign of submission from lestat, it's a sign of control. he wants this to go a certain way and for that to happen, louis has to come to him. and louis does. and louis, who has been putting on a posture of extreme machoism and masculinity, attempts for a moment to dominate the situation and lestat forces equality (the hands coming down together is that moment) and what does louis do? he then submits. he submits entirely to lestat and it's beautiful and it's something he's never been able to do with anyone ever.

all the times these people are talking about, 103 and 106 (and I'm sorry, I'm laughing at the idea of people using 107 and louis killing lestat as a sign of louis being dominant that's so fucking funny), are times where louis is miserable, where he's fighting against something of his true nature, he's not happy in those scenes and I think reading them as these very sexually true scenes is a disservice to both louis and lestat. and I think 106 is really telling tbh because it's the one episode we have two sex scenes in and they're sooo dynamically different. the first scene is angry and awful and it's not something we see of louis in any other intimate scene with lestat. and, not even in a sexual way, I think louis was just desperate to hurt him physically as a get back for the physical suffering louis went through. and lestat let it happen, let himself be stabbed and punched and hit and everything, not because he wanted to, but because it felt like louis needed him to. meanwhile, the other scene is extremely intimate and seems much more like how they were commonly (and I know the scene is controversial, so I'm not going to explain my whole reading on it rn because if I say that the importance of showing louis and claudia's lack of boundaries was the point of that scene and not louis and lestat's actual sex, then it'll become a whole thing) because when lestat sees louis "isn't there" he checks in, he stops, he waits for louis to decide what they're doing before they continue.

in 204, the postcoital scene of louis and armand very much implies louis bottomed in that scene. the hay's code candle dick, louis lying on his stomach, etc. it's all implication of who topped/who bottomed there. and it's very telling that at that point louis is happy with armand; not in love, they're actively discussing how armand doesn't really know anything about him and that's okay, this is fun, and lestat is there haunting and laughing at 'i love you' but we never see this side of loumand again because it's at the end of this episode that louis is forced into that dominant role to try to keep him and claudia safe. and the most dominant sexual scene we see with louis and armand is in 206 and it's like. the worst scene because armand is ridiculing louis and louis is manic for half of the episode and the sex is so impersonal and it's like !!! what are we doing !!! louis is miserable !!!

I'm starting to definitely lose the plot so let me wrap this up:

I have no idea what all s3 is going to bring us exactly. I have a lot of speculation and a lot of whatever, but, lbr, none of us know and I appreciate our writing team keeping me on my toes.

a lot of people are already reading rockstat as the "true" lestat when he teaser makes it very clear that whoever that man is isn't lestat and lestat is miserable and struggling and the real him is hiding under layers of glitter and strung out vocals. there's a lot of reads that lestat must be a bottom or submissive because people genuinely do associate him as being feminine because his hair is long and because he's going to the rockstar route which will mean makeup and clothing and stuff and it's such a sign of a lot of people who think they're really "woke" not being woke at all and associating a man wearing lipstick as so girlypop slay the house queen yassssss that he can't be anything but a bottom. and that's just :) not what is happening. but it's unfortunately what happens when you're in a fandom who refuses to acknowledge anything any of the characters actually do, refuse to engage with the show from the place it's coming, refuse to listen to actors or writers or to look at the source material, and who do operate under racial biases that they cannot for the life of them move beyond.

the writers were on the nose with the loumand dynamic in the show, and the vampire companion said exactly what would happen. following that, following what we've seen already, and following the line of reasoning, no, lestat is not a bratty submissive bottom and I think reading him like that is completely incorrect and goes against so much.

[nausicaaandhermouth]

The Healer

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viktor x anhedonic!reader [1.4k][AO3]

cw: implied/referenced depression, suicide, suicidal ideation, self harm

summary: Anhedonia set in and the idea of exiting life's stage became all the more appealing. But you've heard about The Healer and perhaps he can save you.

tags: gn reader, S2 Viktor, post-Act 1, anhedonia, angst, depression, suicide, SI, SH, viktor gardening?, reader's just admiring him atp, not betad, not encouraging anybody to join any cult

a/n: idk if vik's abilities extends to making plants appear but for this pretend it does

if you're unfamiliar with what anhedonia is, it's a symptom of a larger condition (can be depression, bipolar, schizophrenia, more), characterised by the inability to experience physical and/or social pleasure. makes existing difficult, like you're dragging so much pointless weight and everything feels high effort, so what's the point.

just a brief description (based on what i've learnt from it in research and experience), so i encourage learning more to get it more in depth if it interests you or sounds too familiar.

You prayed for an easy coax out of the darkness.

The little home of scrap fabric and heartbroken brick you built throughout the years was becoming more and more dilapidated, though its original state had never been of full health to begin with. And like it, your body’s ridges became prominent, visited by unexplained bruises, warmed by the thickened hair on your skin, and yet living on had always been the only option you saw—no, the only option you allowed.

You’d breathed long enough to outlive many of those around you. Whether it was becoming grey-lunged corpses, enforcer punching bags, or a Promenade diver, everybody knew somebody who, sooner rather than later, knelt to kiss Death’s feet. Surrendered. Be it by their own or another’s will.

Then it fell upon you: the swole blanket of indifference, of apathy. It cloaked your mind, buried your defences that was defiance, which had been the only source of survival you’d had left. But snuffed out now.

And how easy it is to think of self-inflicted inexistence when it seems nothing else matters.

Oblivion would whisper in the corner, a demented, deformed dog snarling yet begging your hand’s comfort. Come to me. And you can’t find good reason as to why you shouldn’t.

This… healer—a man whose touch could gild any man’s sick and bestow him a new life, a new body, a new mind—you’re not sure when he arrived. But the whispers morphed to murmurs which morphed to rumours and unfolded itself into your side of the city’s underbelly.

Was he the answer to your prayer?

You made journey to the place you’d heard he’d made camp, and it unfurled before you and stole all expectation and put them to rest. Because for once, the Sumps had colour, had life.

At the centre stood a strange, globular… building? Just like stained glass, its surface was of mute Spring colours, translucent, swirling lattice-work reminiscent of butterfly wing patterns.

He’s a tall thing. A beautiful thing. His metal body cloaked, careful, and coded with grace. Each movement was deliberate, no gaze shared unintentional. How had he come to exist? How had this world birthed your people’s suffering but, as well, him?

You want to laugh at the sick irony. Whoever’s dealing the cards need their hands cut off.

“What ails you?” he asks, giving you such soft regarding you can’t help but be rendered speechless.

In truth, you’re not sure. Physically, you know you’re lacking, but so was everyone so why are you different? In your head there sits a temptress, attempting to lure you to the edge of buildings or blades, but she had no name. No one speaks of her.

The healer tilts his head, seeming to take a better look at you. He looks so kind. Such eyes, opalescent, have seen suffering, and you know it.

“Life,” you give a one-shouldered shrug, smiling. “I… I’m not actually… uh, I don’t know what I’m doing here,” you take a step back.

What had been the point of this? Attempt what? Healing? What’s this man to do?

“No,” he steps closer, his voice swathed in a strange mechanical whir. “Stay,”

You’re sure that by the furrowed desperation on you, it convinces something inside him, as he turns and beckons you with a nudge of his head. So you follow.

Each step he makes creates a heavy thunk beneath him, and though you don’t feel its impact, merely by sound you feel the weight of him. How had he acquired such a body? Modded fingers, let alone limbs, cost years of your wages—you can’t imagine how much his entire body might have cost.

“I can feel something plaguing you,” he begins, shifting slightly to catch a look of you.

You scoff but it doesn’t quite match your face.

“Then what brought you to me?” he shrugs and looks away, leading you to the side of the Sumps where a clear plain rolled out.

You watch as he kneels and reaches for the soil, taking it between metal fingers.

“I’m not sure,” you kneel beside him, shoulders bunching up. “What are you doing?”

He hums, smoothing the ground and creating indents, “I’m assessing,”

You lean forward, folding your arms and hanging your head to look at him.

The metal frames his face, just barely hidden by chestnut waves, curling beneath the jaw and around the ear.

He’s got a rather angular beauty to him, something belonging to scrutiny and studiosity. Even his strong brows follow theme, arched forward in a focused furrow, over narrowed eyes homing iridescent irises. You’re not sure if he’s from this world. Or if the world was gifted him.

Your attention trails back to his hand, and he digs his fingers beneath the soil. Then, hand glowing beneath the metallic muscles, the ground is imbued with a light, where then verdant stems spring alive.

You choke back a gasp, glancing about as the spindly bodies uncurl and reveal yellow petals. Roses?

Whipping back to him, you take note of the glow leaving his eyes, shock threading through your system.

When you glance back at the flowers, now surrounding the both of you, you can’t help but think: logically, how you might have reacted would be with pleasant surprise, glee, even.

Such occurrences, the arcane or a mere flower field, was a coveted sight, and without a doubt you would have felt the surge of optimism. But instead nothing happens. Instead it’s unmet anticipation and expectation sitting at your belly, pooling into grey disappointment.

It’s when you look back to the healer that you realise this disappointment must have shown on your face. He inclines his head so slightly, blinks, as if saying I understand. And he smiles. He smiles and it’s the gentlest thing ever given to you to hold and witness.

You want to crumple, to lay graves for your limbs and disassemble each part that ever dared to exist only to suffer. There used to be anger, and at the very least there was indignation. At topside for their neglect, your parents or finding each other, for finding something beyond the misery and creating you. Where had all such righteous resentment gone?

“Viktor,”

You look up to see the healer’s hand stretched out, asking for yours in return. And you oblige, shaking it gently, before pulling away only to be held with soft restraint.

“You are welcome to stay,” his voice becomes tender, becomes more human almost, aimed purely for your audience. “Even if what torments is not outright seen. I welcome all,”

Your breath comes out long, carrying with it the tired days in the dark. The healer… Viktor makes no acknowledgement of this but just another observant blink, the corners of his mouth slightly tightening.

“Wasn’t gonna die or anything,” you joke, flattening your lips and hoping it registers as a smile, however trying it may appear.

“Eh,” Viktor shrugs, turning his attention to your hand and turning it about as if trying to see new angles. “A slow death is still a death,”

This makes you frown. Why has he assumed? But why is he right?

“The slower it is, the more painful, I think,” he remarks, but he seems almost far away. “As you watch what is left of you wither, and all you can do is… hm, watch,”

Then you understand. Something in your chest tightens as you take in once again all this stranger is. “You’re well-acquainted,” you note, coming out barely as breath and observation, spoken clearer by the narrowing of your eyes than your own voice.

He looks at you again, and something’s changed. His eyes? It seems. There’s something more amber about them, more grounded in this singular hue. “My longest companion,”

You hum, nodding.

There’s a safety in knowing you’re understood, even if they’re not able to fix you. It cloaks you warmer than summer, than any consolation offered in pity—he understands. And perhaps not the very same that brandishes you, but in some aspect he knows.

Which is what makes you ask, “Can you fix me?”

His eyes resume that pearl sheen once again and you’re mesmerised, gaze flitting between each eye in deep investigation—tell me who you are, how you are; tell me how you’ll fix me. Like the field around, the sweet sunshine hues of the roses, to make your land more than just barren.

And he does. He raises his other hand, uncurling, coming to hover by your face. “May I?”

You breath sweeps back in and you nod, leaning forward and connecting his cold fingers to your cheek.

He notes you for a moment, saying nothing, doing nothing. It’s his gaze that makes you feel naked, removed of any pretence crafted carefully. But he shifts his attention and his fingers connected with your forehead, eyes overtaken by a white glow.

Your vision drowns in the white.

a/n anhedonia's been hitting me and this is the only thing i could muster to make so here we gooo. not my favourite, feel like i could've done it better but oh well, least i made something wahooyaaa writing is coping after all 🫵🏼😃🗣️

requests + taglist open!

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[nevernonline]

✧.* must love dogs; csc one shot.

✧.* synopsis: after a breakup (three years ago) your friend finally attempts to get you back on the saddle by creating you a dating profile despite your protesting, hooking you up on dates with some of the eligible bachelors of their choice, none of which impressed you. until one day you met the boy with the dog.

part of my seventeen movie series.

paring: seungcheol x reader (y/n uses she/her pronouns.)

genre/s: fluff, strangers2lovers

warning/s: alcohol mentions, swearing, cigarette mentions, swearing, some pg-13 jokes.

word count: 3.7k

note: im notorious atp for not editing, pls. I hope you enjoy my lil must love dogs inspired fic, its one of my fav movies!! xo.

“So how was bachelor number five?” 

With a roll of your eyes, you gazed at your friend Seungkwan resting his feet on top of your shared glass coffee table, ticking the tip of the city guide book and magazines rested on top. 

“Boring. He was nice or whatever, good looking, but he wouldn’t shut up about league of legends and his job. Other than that he asked me no questions about myself or what I do. A failure as most would call it.” 

“So I take it you wouldn’t want to go out with him again?” 

“God, whatever gave you that impression? I thought you could tell we were headed for marriage?” 

“Hey. I’m doing you a very nice thing, you don’t have to be so sarcastic about it.” 

“Look, I know. But just because Jun is getting married and I still haven’t moved on doesn’t mean I need to be dating all of the sudden.” 

The boy patted the seat next to him. Scooching over from his spot, making room for you on the couch. 

“ It’s been nearly three years since you ended it with him. At least fuck someone before you dry up.” 

“That’s fucking gross and what vibrators are for.” 

A small scream left your friend's mouth as he covered his ears trying to remove what he had just heard coming out of your mouth. 

“Y/n his wedding is in two months, we need to find someone to bring that’s not me. You don’t want to feel the embarrassment of his pity party and everyone feeling sorry for you.” 

“Why can’t you just be my date?” 

“Too obvious. Plus your whole family will be there, just do it or you know your parents will be in your case again. This ‘ secret man’ you’ve been seeing doesn’t exist and I think your Mom is starting to catch on.” 

He was right. Your parents come from a high status, as do your ex boyfriends, they were the reason you both had met and became friends in the first place. But, when your relationship ended you lied to them, it was working well until you got a call from your very upset mother telling you Jun showed up to your house with his family and a girl on his arm that wasn’t you. 

“Okay, then why can’t I choose my own date?” 

“The men you chose to quote on quote date are literally disturbing, I’m sorry but it’s the truth. Like that one dude you brought here last time? Whatever the fuck his name was literally was wearing a necklace vial of his own blood and claimed drinking your own urine and reusing water is the only way we can save the planet.” 

“Okay, but he was nice.” 

“He literally didn’t flush the toilet because he only went number one. That’s fucked, no.” 

“Can I at least, like at the very least have some approval over the men you match me with then?” 

“Maybe.” 

“ Kwanie, please. Come on, don’t make me use the what goes around card, it’s my turn” 

“No, it's absolutely my turn.” 

“Not true, you wasted it two months ago when I had to bail you out of that strange house party orgy thing by saying your dog died and coming in crying to a bunch of naked strangers. You owe me.” 

“Valid.” 

“How did you not realize what that party was anyway?” 

“This is not currently about my life failures, but yours my beautiful friend.” 

Laughing at Seungkwan's major mishap, you forgot to greet your dog, Lucky. She was waiting and crying at your feet, finally waking up from her sweet slumber to greet you. 

“Hello my baby, do we have to go outside?” 

“She went for a walk this afternoon, but after her dinner she crashed so she probably wants a walk. I can go if you want to change or shower.” 

“No it’s alright, I can take her, you're already in your pj’s and after my date I need a distress, want anything from the mart?” 

“Ice cream?” 

With a small nod you jumped up, taking the small curly creature in your arms and grabbing her harness before heading back outside into the warm spring air. 

Ten minutes into your evening stroll, you decided to sit on the green wooden bench overlooking the water, the same bench your grandmother always spoke about when you asked her the same story about how she and your grandfather got engaged. The gold plaque with their names rubbing off sitting behind your back. 

Suddenly you heard a man yelling from behind you, running through the green grass lit up with fluorescent lights. 

“Hey, Kkuma, no come back.” 

A small white dog came up behind Lucky sniffing her and starting to play, you noticed her cute hairclip and ran your hands through her fur. 

“God, I’m sorry. She normally doesn’t run off like that.” 

“It’s okay my dog lov-“ 

As you turned around to look into the round eyes of the owner, you were stunned with how beautiful he was. 

His dark hair pushed under a cap, a white t-shirt too big for his frame sitting beautifully in his toned shoulders, and his red sweatpants matching his shoes. 

The unfamiliar man was bending down now petting your precious pet and his own at the same time talking to them in sweet baby voices. 

“This is Kkuma by the way, and you are?” 

“Y/N” 

“Hi y/n, you’re so cute, you and kkuma can be best friends if your mom lets you.”

You let out a roaring laugh realizing he thought you had introduced your pet and not yourself.

“Oh sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“No, no. It’s just I’m y/n this is Lucky sorry my fault.” 

“Oh god, cool. Sorry Lucky, I’m Seungcheol. You can call me Cheol and this is Kkuma.” 

“Nice to meet you Cheol and Kkuma.” 

“You too. Look I know I just met you and all, but I’m new to the area. I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee and let the girls hangout sometime?” 

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Let me give you my number.” 

Seungcheol handed you his cell phone with a new contact page pulled up giving you full reign to type your name and number into his list. 

Handing the device back to him your fingers touched, creating an electric shock, to not like you to believe in signs, but for some reason it felt like the universe trying to tell you something. 

“Thank you, I’ve actually got to get going, but if you're free tomorrow would you want to grab coffee and hangout at the dog park?” 

“Yeah, totally. Just text me a time, we can just meet here. What kind of coffee do you drink? There’s a good spot by my apartment. I can just pick it up for us.” 

“Wow, that’s so nice of you. Just a black americano is cool or a cold brew whichever.”

“No fun I see.”

“How would you know that? Just because I don’t like sugary drinks doesn’t mean I can’t have fun.” 

“I don’t know, we will see.” 

“We will. I’ll catch you tomorrow girls.” 

“Nice to meet you.” 

“You too!” 

Seungcheol left the same way he came running through the grass with Kkuma on his heels, following him all the way back to their home. 

Strolling back down the pathway back to your apartment, you could help but feel butterflies in your stomach, you knew nothing about the man you just met other than his name and his cute dog, but there was a lot of unknown. 

Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, you unlocked the front door and watched Lucky sprint back into Seungkwan lounging on the couch, eating for the ice cream you had forgotten. 

“Where’s the snacks? Also why are you smiling like an idiot you’re freaking me out.” 

“We met a guy with his dog, a very cute guy might I add, who actually asked for my number and wants to get coffee tomorrow.” 

“ What the fuck, it’s late tell me he doesn’t live in the park?” 

“No he said he just moved to the area, he was clearly not a park dweller he had keys, and smelt amazing actually.”

“Smelling strangers? A new low even for you”

“Oh my god, fuck off.” 

Seungkwan pulled his phone out and opened various social media apps preparing himself for best friend stalking duties. 

“What’s his name?”

“Seungcheol, not sure about his last name, but he goes by Cheol and his dog was Kkuma.” 

“Great.. okay, found him I assume?”

“What the fuck, how? Let me see.”

“Eager aren’t we?”

“Fuck off?” 

Grabbing Seungkwan's phone from his grip, you scroll quickly through the new faces' social media.

“Yeah, it’s him.” 

“Okay, let me see. Wait, he's actually hot AND seems to have his own business?” 

“Oh my god.”

“Here, look” 

After the next few hours, you and your friend stumble on into your separate rooms preparing yourself for slumber, which never seems to reach you and before you know it dawn is creeping its way through your curtains, and your backup preparing yourself for a day with you and Lucky's new friends. 

Something about your energy was excitable and nearing frantic, you could wait to step outside into the fresh air with your pocket sized princess at your side, but it was still early. 

You had decided on pampering yourself for this morning, finding the need to make yourself up, you spread on your skin care with glee, drew perfect lines of eyeliner and strained your hair, pulling it up into a nice tight ponytail the hair tie matching the taupe tone of your sweat suit perfectly.  Before you knew it it was 9:45 a perfect time for you and Lucky to step outside the door. 

Placing her in her tote bag, you stepped inside of your favorite coffee shop, the light pink walls covered in photos and paintings, the smell of the espresso seemed sweeter. 

“Morning, y/n you look beautiful today. Would you like the usual?”

“Thank you, for me, yes. But can I also get a large americano, just black and he didn’t tell me iced or hot, so iced is good I think? Or maybe hot with a cup of ice on the side? If that’s okay?” 

“He? Did you finally start dating someone?” 

“Oh no, just a friend of mine. Seungkwan told you shit about me didn’t he?” 

“Yes. Sorry.”  

“No worries, can I actually get two of the plain croissants and two of the flower dog cookies too?” 

“No problem, it’ll be right out.” 

“Thank you.” 

Taking a seat next to the pick up counter you scrolled through the instagram of the boy you’re meant to be meeting, telling yourself it’s just to remember his face, but really it was to get a peek into what else he’s into or if he was single. 

“Y/N” 

“Oh shit, sorry. Thank you guys, see you tomorrow.” 

Picking up the paper coffee carrier and pastry bag, you waved goodbye to the baristas and briskly walked back to the bench you were at yesterday, your bench, spotting the back of Seungcheol’s head watching the water with his dog. 

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” 

“Oh, no problem. I just got here.” 

Placing your items down on the bench, you freed her bag and greeted Kkuma alongside her before taking your seat. 

“Here’s your coffee, I wasn’t sure if you wanted hot or iced so I got you a cup of ice too just in case, a croissant, and a little treat for your girl too.” 

“Wow thank you so much, hot is fine actually. How are you?” 

“Good, nervous. I mean it’s not every day you meet a stranger for coffee.” 

Seungcheol laughed, tipping his head back slightly before taking a bite of his pastry. 

“Sorry. I know it’s weird, you just seemed like someone I wanted to get to know, and Kkuma liked you so I figured you’re good people.” 

“Well, thank you. You too. Lucky generally does not like men other than my friend Seungkwan, my dad, and my ex-boyfriend so consider yourself special.”

“I do.”

“So what brought you to this neighborhood? Work, a relationship?”

“No relationship, but actually my business partner is from here. We decided to open our warehouse and stuff here because it’s much better than doing it in the city. We have a spirit company and we’re planning on opening a brewery and bar, so that’s why I’ve been working late nights. I guess it served me well, I made a friend on my first day.”

“You’ve only been here for a full day? What the hell? You already know the best spot in town. What kind of stuff do you guys make?”

“Beer and soju mainly, we’ve been working on it for five years now and are finally at a spot to open up and start selling it to people, which is cool. But what about you? What do you do?” 

“I’m a medical student actually, my parents are both doctors, I used to really want to be one too, but I don’t know, I don’t really have the same passion for it as I used to.”

“Well what would you do if you had the choice?”

“I always wanted to design stuff for dogs, start a rescue, anything like that. I got so happy seeing Kkuma as an accessory girl.”

“Yeah, she’s very stylish. I think you should go for it, you know? Why waste time becoming something for someone else and risk being unhappy just for their sake?”

“Honestly I wouldn’t even know how to start a business on my own, let alone tell my parents.”

“Hey, I didn’t either and look where it’s gotten me.”

You turned back to the water, staring into the calm blue waters, trying not to go into your own head. 

“You’re oddly inspiring, I’ll give you that much.”

“Thank you, y/n. You’re oddly sassy, I’ll give you that.”

“Shut up, I’m not.”

“You already tried to clock me by saying I’m no fun because I drink black coffee and you said oddly inspiring like a back handed compliment. You definitely are, but I like it. 

“Good.”

You had continued your twice weekly hangouts with Kkuma and her dad for two weeks now, getting excited whenever the days roll around to see the two of them again, but you haven’t hung out once without them around, which made you wonder if your friendship or crush rather on this boy was only due to your dogs being friends themselves. 

Seungkwan tried setting you up on more and more dates with more and more duds, he was starting to lose hope himself, knowing that the one person he could set you up with was Seungcheol but he didn’t want to overstep. 

Strolling home from another failed connection, you decide to stop and have a beer before going home to give the dirty details to Seungkwan about who you had just met. 

Pulling open the tab of one of your drinks from your six pack, you took a deep breath and sat down, feeling your eyes welling up with tears. 

Another can opened as you went to take the first sip. A hand comes on your shoulders, whispering a boo in your ears. 

“What the fuck!” 

Jumping up from your seat the hand on your shoulder belonged to Seungcheol, the look in his eyes went from happy to concerned as he saw the small streaks of tears on your cheeks, you top now dribbled with spots of beer. 

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Want a beer?”

“Sure, thanks. I��m sorry I scared you, I thought you heard me behind you.”

“It’s alright, I was in my own world anyway. You look nice, where are you headed?”

“Soft opening for my bar actually, I texted you, but I figured you didn’t respond because you were busy.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I would’ve loved to come. I was a bit preoccupied on an awful fucking date.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Worse.”

“Well the good news is you technically didn’t miss it, it doesn’t start for another twenty minutes and you’re dressed very nice. It worked out. 

“Fuck I wish I paid more attention, I could’ve got you some flowers or something.”

“Next time. Will your roommate be alright taking care of Lucky?”

“Yeah of course, he knew I would be out tonight. I’ll text him just to be sure.”

“Cheers to hanging out without our kids?”

“Definitely.”

With that suddenly your awful night and doubts about your relationship with the raven haired boy went out the window. 

“Shall we?”

“We shall.” 

Seungcheol lent his arm out for you to wrap your own around, and you both stayed out that way for a few moments, before discarding your cans and walking the way to his new venture. 

“Here it is, you ready?”

“When you told me you were opening this up I thought you hadn’t even started? But it looks like it’s fully ready.” 

“Ah, well we had planned to wait a bit, but we’re getting too antsy, so here we are.”

“It’s beautiful, holy shit.” 

“Thanks, sit here, I’ll be right back.”

You took a seat on the green leather booth, looking around and taking in the ambiance of the custom lighting and ribbon like wallpaper, when a blonde gentleman walked over sitting down across from you. 

“Y/n? Right?”

“Yeah, nice to meet you…”

“Jeonghan, I’m Cheol’s business partner.”

“Jeonghan, right. Nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot.”

“Likewise, you’re so much prettier than Cheol let on actually.”

“Oh?”

Without a chance to interrogate the new face further Seungcheol walked back over to your table, setting down a few bottles of various spirits for you to try, including a couple of cocktails. 

“He didn’t scare you too much did he?”

“Not at all, he was just telling me actually how much prettier I am than you alluded to.”

“Jeonghan, don’t do that to her, come on. You know very well I told you she was pretty, I even showed you her instagram, you agreed.”

“I know, I just wanted to make you tell her yourself and my job is done, see you around y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

As Jeonghan left the table you felt your cheeks growing with heat, unsure if it was the alcohol or the fact that Seungcheols friend made him confess he thought you were good looking. 

“Sorry about him, he’s a menace.”

“No need to be sorry, I have my own menace at home and I don’t mean my dog.”

Seungcheol laughed, pouring you a shot of his very own soju to taste, filling with anticipation hoping you enjoy the drink he’s serving you, looking for your approval became a big part of his mind lately. 

Lifting your glass up to his and clinking them together, the liquor poured down the back of your throat filling your mouth with sweetness and warmth. 

“Holy shit.”

“Good holy shit or bad holy shit?”

“No, very good. That’s actually delicious. It’s so clean and fresh.”

“That makes me so happy to hear.”

“I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Okay, beer next. This is just a standard sour, some lime and sea salt, sort of beach vibes.” 

“Sounds amazing, okay.”

Tipping your head back you sipped at the foamy top of the glass, savoring the flavors in your mouth. 

“I hate you so much.”

“What? Why?”

“Seungcheol, you're way too humble when you talk about your business, this shit is amazing. I said I hate you because I’m going to crave this shit and I’ll have to see you all the time.” 

“I thought you liked seeing me all the time?”

“You’re okay.”

“I have to say it’s cool to be here with you without the dogs, not that they distract too much, but they definitely take away giving you my full attention.”

“I mean how could they not, they’re cute as fuck,”

“So are you.”

“Wow, two drinks in Cheol and you’re already calling me cute? I wonder what else you’ll say the more you drink?"

“Technically we’re four drinks in, but I guess I remember the time I spent with you more than you do. Did those drinks on the bench mean nothing to you?”

“Oh fuck, I did forget. I guess technically I’m five drinks in then, catch up, bitch.”

You and Seungcheol spent the rest of the night being greeted by his friends, most of them already assuming who you were, letting you know that Seungcheol talks about you more than you realized. 

Feeling your blood alcohol content rising, you decided to take a step outside and refresh. 

The bell of the door opened up behind you, putting you face to face with his cherry lips once again, watching them light up a hand rolled cigarette to his lips. 

“Doing okay?”

“Yeah, just wanted to step out for a second. Are you good?”

“Very. Want a cig?”

“No, I’m good for now. Ask me again later.” 

“So will there be a later? You’re not ditching me now?”

“I’d never do that.”

“So, y/n does this maybe get me a chance to take you on a date? I’m kind of drunk so I’m feeling oddly bold.” 

“Is this not sort of a date?”

“I was hoping you thought so. Is that a yes?”

“Absolutely. I thought you’d never ask.”

“Before we go on our date though, y/n. I have one final question?” 

“Yes?” 

“Do you still think I’m boring?” 

“A little.” 

Seungcheol grabbed your waist and spun you around, causing his perfectly rolled tobacco to fall on the sidewalk. 

Blissfully you were giggling and laughing under the red led lights of his bar. 

“Take it back.” 

“Nope.” 

“Please.” 

You looked into his puppy dog eyes and did something out of your comfort zone. Wrapped your hands loosely around his neck, placing a deepened kiss onto his lips. 

His mouth tasted of cigarettes and salt with a hint of vanilla from the lip balm he always had on him. 

“Is that a good ‘sorry I called you boring’ kiss?” 

“It’ll do for now.” 

“Good. They’ll be more where that came from.” 

“Promise?” 

“Pinky promise.” 

You and Seungcheol unwrap from each other, finding Jeonghan standing and  cheering in the window watching the two of you. 

“Can’t believe I got a hot date and a sister for Kkuma all in one.” 

“You lucky dog.” 

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✧.* blue raspberry *.✧

luna moved on from her blue raspberry too quick, leaving you and logan with bags of candy to finish

notes: hi i think im in love with dad logan like it's a disease atp

“what’s that in your hands?”

alex tilts his head, grinning logan lifts the tote bag in his hands, holding it on its straps to open up the bag. he takes a peek inside, greeted by the plethora of mixture of candies in the bag. there’s a mix of lollipops, and sour strips, but all in the same flavour: blue raspberry. which would make one wonder, as alex is now.

“candy,” logan sighs, shyly glancing at his teammate as his cheeks flush. “please take some.”

“you came to the right person!” alex beams, reaching in for candy before logan could even prompt him to take some. “but why do you have a bag full of candy?”

and just like that, his questions were answered when he hears heavy footsteps echoing in the silent hallway of the hotel followed by a screechy giggle. alex quickly shoves a handful of candy into the pocket of his jacket. “uncle alex! look what daddy bought me last night when we went shopping!”

logan shoots alex a knowing stare, nodding when points at the toddler running at him with fairy wings. alex nods understandingly and opens his arms up to receive the girl coming at him in a full sprint.

“hey, little luna!” alex cheers, spinning around when she jumps into his arms. “can i guess what daddy bought you last night?”

she nods, lips pressed together into a thin line as she shakes with excitement. “you’ll never guess — mummy couldn’t get it right last night.”

alex looks at her eyebrows raising as he thinks. he glances over at logan, gesturing at the pink headband in her hair before he returns his gaze to luna. “is it the pretty headband in your hair?”

luna gasps loudly, throwing her head back as her eyes widen. “you got it right!” she takes it off, messing up the hair that took you several minutes to do to show alex. “isn’t it pretty?”

“aw, luna,” you sigh, closing the door behind you as you step out of your hotel room. “you messed up your hair.”

luna mutters an apology, wriggling in alex’s arms as she reaches out towards where you are.

“is all of this your candy, luna?” alex asks, putting her down to her feet. he points at the candy. “you don’t like blue raspberry anymore?”

the toddler sighs heavily, slumping her shoulders as she drags her feet over to logan. “no, strawberry is my favourite. that’s mummy and daddy’s candy,” she mutters devastatingly, holding logan’s hand. “because it’s pink.”

alex hums, glancing at you with a smile. “i’ve got an idea how you can get rid of all that candy.”

you throw your head back, sighing in relief. he can’t believe his eyes when you lift another tote bag from behind you, weighed down by the sheer amount of candy inside.

“really? thank god.”

he turns back to logan, raising an eyebrow. alex reaches his hand out towards you and takes the tote bag into his hand. “you buy luna too much candy.”

“what can i say,” logan shrugs, bending down to pick up luna. “what she wants, she gets.”

alex keeps his word about knowing how to get rid of the candy, though. and it’s taken luna off from your hands too, allowing you to hang out with lily elsewhere without the screeching toddler.

they’re in the middle of a fan signing, luna sitting at the edge of the table with the tote bags filled with candy between her legs. she’s muttering something under her breath as she rummages through the bag, something about being a driver and her name along with a present.

in reality, alex had given her a script to greet the fans coming in for a meet and greet. she is the face seen before him and logan.

“hi!” luna greets a girl with a toothy smile, holding her balled fist up. “i’m the new williams driver — luna sargeant. i have a present for you.”

the girl tilts her head, raising an eyebrow as alex perks up behind luna. “she’s replacing logan for the second half of the year.”

“that’s my daughter,” logan laughs, patting the blonde’s head. “she’s giving out candy.”

“it’s blue, like williams,” luna giggles, slowly opening up her palm to present a single blue raspberry candy. it’s not that that’s all she wants to give, it’s that it’s all her hand can fit. “how many do you want?”

“can i have 2 please?”

“yes, please,” logan sighs exasperatedly, leaning his head on luna’s back. “take 5, even. we have too much candy.”

“no, daddy,” luna turns around to logan with furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips, “she said 2. not 5.”

logan raises his eyebrows, shoving a giggling alex away. “ah. sorry.”

“here you go,” luna reaches forward before abruptly waving goodbye to her. she beckons for the next group of fans forward, excitedly screeching as she gives out more candy.

her favourite part, undoubtedly, is introducing herself as her father’s replacement for the rest of the year. but she has a new favourite: getting asked for her autograph on top of her dad’s and uncle’s. it’s a very messy — and very big — ls2 written in the pink marker that logan had kept in his pocket just for her. it’s not her first time getting asked to sign something randomly.

at the end of the couple hours, logan would greet you at the hotel with a snoring luna in his arms, body limp as she drools on his shoulder. which, you very much appreciate that she is in a deep sleep, seeing that it is nearing her nap time.

it’s always been one of your hardest struggles to get luna to take a nap. especially when you’re out in another country when the timing has her disoriented with the hours.

she’s also been one to insist that she’s awake, yet falling asleep at dinner in a restaurant with food still in her mouth. she’s a character that seems to be very out of place when put between you and logan.

“did you see our team instagram?” alex giggles in a whisper as you take the girl into your arms. “she was a fan favourite.”

“i’d imagine. she’s always been quite the opposite of logan and i,” you laugh as logan very slowly (and carefully) moves her over to you.

logan nods in agreement. “she made many friends today.”

it’s always been a wonder how extroverted luna has gotten over the years, especially when you trace it back to how you and logan typically are. you’re more the quiet and silent type — even relying on oscar and his friends to talk to one another for you just to set up a date.

but luna’s very excited and very loud. and friendly. too friendly to the point that sometimes she watches the race from the other team’s garages. once even sitting on susie wolff’s lap the entirety of a race (and also having susie carry her back to the williams racing home when she’d fallen asleep after the race ended). she has also certainly gotten along well with jack wolff, who is always sighted with her in weird corners of the paddocks with their toys laid out on the ground.

“oh, mummy,” luna mumbles, her eyes struggling to open as she tries to look around. she giggles lazily as her eyes flutter close. “i fell off the table.”

“what?” you furrow your eyebrows as you try to meet the 2 men’s guilty eyes. “what does she mean by she fell off the table?”

alex looks around, scratching his neck as he looks away from you. which leaves logan, who was trying the same tactic as the thai, sighing as you dart your hand out to hit his shoulder for an explanation.

it’s never out of the question that luna fell off that table by herself. there are several times where you and logan turned away for a split second to grab something and suddenly luna’s missing from the spot you last saw her. many of those times, she’s put herself in great danger.

at this point, it’s just luna.

“she uh,” logan smiles sheepishly, “giggled too hard and rolled off the table.”

you sigh with a small smile and shake your head. “yeah, that’s believable.”

the next morning, luna walks ahead with the familiar tote bag of candy loosely hung over her shoulder. her first victim is toto, who was simply strolling about the paddocks, on his way to probably a meeting with his team.

but her voice was demanding when she called for the mercedes team principal, giggling when she was greeted by toto with a smile. unfortunately for both of you, jack wolff has been a frequent playmate in the paddocks. so luna is more than acquainted with the toto wolff.

toto simply shakes his head and laughs when logan starts his string of apologies for the sudden intrusion. if there is anyone else who understands the sheer will of toddlers, it would be him. she offers him a handful of candy, this time with you taking over the bag so she can use both her hands to give them out, and toto promises that he will give jack some of his shares.

which sent luna into a frenzy once toto started walking away, running after him with another handful of candy, crying that this one is for jack and jack only. the initial share that he got can be halved between him and susie, if needed.

her next victim wound up being fernando, the aston martin driver willingly taking the handful of candy handed to him with a grin. luna simply waves him goodbye, without forgetting to tell him that uncle lance should also be getting a good couple of candies from what she gave to him.

their third and final victim is max, found loitering outside the williams racing home after having a chat with uncle alex. he greets luna excitedly, opening his arms up for a willing hug and brushing her hair. the toddler didn’t say much, just handed him a handful of candy as she gawks up at him before running off to where alex was holding the door open for your family.

you raise an eyebrow, trying to call for luna again to speak to max properly. the blonde simply shakes her head as she hid behind alex’s legs, then promptly ran towards the stairs to head to logan’s driver’s room.

“i’m sorry. she’s not usually like that,” you apologise, pushing logan away to chase after the girl that’s suddenly far out of reach as she runs deeper into the racing home. “it’s unlike her to get shy so quick.”

max laughs, waving away your concerns. he also knows a thing or two about shy toddlers. “it’s not a problem. i don’t really see her often, anyway.”

after you bid him goodbye, you pad along into the racing home in concern. you find the trio by the couch, alex laughing while logan tried to calm the crying 4-year-old. you can hear luna’s sobs as she clutches onto logan’s sweatshirt, chest heaving as her cries silent the room.

“oh, lulu, what’s wrong?” you coo, heart melting at the sight.

“we found out why she ran away from max.” alex meets your eyes before bursting into another fit of giggles, holding a pillow to his face to muffle the evidence of how much he is enjoying all of this.

logan hits alex’s knee, the older driver simply shrugging guiltily before hushing his giggles.

“lulu, what happened?” you hum, taking the empty spot on the couch next to alex. you lean towards logan and rub circles over her back. “you wanna tell mummy what happened?”

“i already told daddy what happened.”

“alright,” you nod, sitting back on the couch. you glance at logan, brushing his fingers through luna’s hair as he sits on the ground. he nods at you reassuringly as luna continues to cry into his shoulder.

luna isn’t typically a crier, so you wonder what it could be.

logan laughs, spilling into the driver’s room with alex behind him.

“aw, you’ll never believe what logan did at the fan zone,” alex laughs, as he spots you. “he gave out all the candy, so that’s the one good thing that happened.”

“one?” logan cries, shutting the door behind him. “you mean the only good thing that happened.”

“what did you do?” you sigh, shaking your head as they come in and crash on separate couches.

logan approaches you, slinging his arm lazily around your shoulder as he presses a kiss on your cheeks. “i hit someone in the head with a lollipop.”

“you what?” you scream, flinching back. “i told you to give away the candy — not give someone a concussion with it!”

logan laughs sheepishly, sucking in a breath as a memory of the incident flashes in his head. alex speaks up first: “in logan’s defense, it was a simply bad throw. instead of tossing it up, like normal people typically would, he threw it forward. with vengeance.”

you turn your head in concern to sigh at logan with disappointment. he simply shrugs. “he got a bag of free signed merch and candy for that. like… it’s kinda okay.”

“he did not think it was okay, for the record,” alex points out. “he panicked for like 10 minutes before the marketing and pr team figured out what to do.”

“he looked angry,” logan mutters. “you know i can’t fight.”

“it’s alright,” you pat his knee with your lips pressed into a thin line, “the important thing is that we finally got rid of all that blue raspberry candy.” you throw your head back. “finally. after 2 weeks.”

logan looks around the room, only then noticing the eerily silence of his room. “hey, where’s luna?”

“ah, george has taken the liberty of babysitting again,” you hum with a proud nod. “i got a really good 2-hour nap in.”

“does that mean you’ll stay up with her, love?” logan turns to you with a hopeful smile, dropping immediately when you slowly turn your head with a scowl. “no, yeah, i like staying up with luna. for sure. i like bluey.”

alex points at you with a sly smile. “walk him like a dog, sis.”

you scrunch your nose with a giggle. “i know, thank you.”

there’s a soft knock on the door, followed by the rattling of the doorknob. you can hear george and luna bantering at the other side of the door.

“lulu, you can’t just try and open the door when they haven’t answered.”

“they’re taking too long to answer. i know they’re inside — i heard mummy.”

“but you knocked. you’re supposed to wait for them to let you in.”

“but they’re–“ you hear luna sigh. “okay.”

she knocks again, this time slightly rougher than before as the sound echoes in your room. “mummy! let me in please! uncle george is being mean to me!”

“what? no, i wasn’t!”

logan laughs, pulling the door open. “lulu!”

“daddy!” luna shrieks, throwing herself onto logan’s legs. she peeks past logan’s legs and grins at you. “mummy! you’re here! i’m hungry.”

you nod. “i’ve got your snack here,” you pat logan’s backpack. “did you have fun with uncle george?”

you watch luna slowly thread over to you, glancing over her shoulder at george with a side eye. “at first.”

george gasps, looking over at alex with a hand over his chest. “can you believe this kid?”

“yes, actually,” alex says, looking up at his best friend dead in the eye. “she’s saying all the things i don’t dare to say to you because you’re my friend.”

luna turns around again, eyebrows furrowed. “i gave away candy today, you know.”

george narrows his eyes into a glare. “i heard. i didn’t get any.”

she simply shrugs, hopping over to you as she climbs on your lap for snack time. “i know.”

“so, why did luna cry this afternoon?” you hum, crawling into bed as logan opens his arms out for you. you drop yourself on his body as he wraps his arms around you. “was it serious?”

logan begins to laugh before he can even fully explain to you what had happened. you had to smack him on the chest to quiet him down, afraid that you’d wake up the sleeping 4-year-old sleeping in the other bed.

“what is so funny?” you lift your head to glare at him, lips pouted out.

logan grins, lifting his hand to pinch your cheek. “you look just like luna, love.”

“i’m gonna be a lot like her if you don’t tell me why my baby cried.”

“okay, okay,” logan laughs, reeling you in again to let you lie on his chest. “she thinks max is cute.”

you guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. your lips stretch into a small smile, slowly turning to logan. “she takes after her mother, i guess.”

“hey! that’s not nice!” logan whispers, squishing your cheeks. he wraps his arm around your shoulders and holds you tight. “you’re married to me, remember? you can’t have max.”

“oh, i’m just supporting luna,” you giggle, covering your mouth as you watch logan grow frustrated. “can’t let my girl have a crush all by herself.”

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