#I don't know anything about street racing and it shows

[strawberrykidneystone]

the blast that changed everything

sevika x female! reader

summary: your wife came home after being gone at work for more than a day with a limb missing and it was definitely an adjustment

a/n: i did do research for this fic about limb loss but if there's anything that i can do to improve this please don't hesitate to let me know!!

tags: loss of limb, angst to fluff, emetophobia tw, domestic moments, weed, making out, reassurance,

ao3 version

thank you for requesting anon!!!

when sevika had first told you that she was switching to work under silco, you were more than confused. but once she explained her reasoning and promised that she would be careful, you slowly got on board with her work. you knew that she wanted action instead of whatever "passive bullshit" that vander was negotiating with piltover, but you knew you couldn't talk her out of it even if you tried.

sevika got so many nasty looks whenever she was out in public for "betraying" vander, but a betrayal is a stab in the back, not the front, which is what sevika did when she left vander.

but working for silco meant going along with his scientist's experiments, which you were less than keen to learn about. sevika didn't tell you much because honestly, mainly because she didn't know much about it herself. she did tell you to never touch the substance, a shimmering purple substance would bring nothing but trouble.

so here you are, waiting on the couch for your wife to come home from work. you glanced up at the ticking clock in the living room, it was well past midnight, where was she? sure, she had late nights before, but she would always send someone to at least tell you that she was going to be late. you tried not to worry, but you felt a pit in your stomach that something just wasn't right.

your suspicions were confirmed when you heard a frantic knock on the door. bolting up and throwing the door open, you're met with a panting ran who takes a deep breath and rambles out something slightly incoherent, but you pick up the words "sevika" and "hurt". quickly throwing on a jacket and slipping on the nearest shoes you urge ran to bring you to her, the two of you tearing down the street until you go down a huge spiral staircase into a lab that had an open window view of the ocean.

frantically looking around, you raced to sevika's side as you saw her passed out on a crude surgical table and cupped her hand in yours, reassuring her that you were here even if she couldn't hear you.

then you saw her other arm.

it was charred as it she had stuck it directly into a fire, but it was glowing... blue? she had a scar running up from her shoulder to her cheek with blue cracks as if her skin were a glass that shattered. you had never seen an injury like this before. singed was working on her shoulder with a bone blade and you covered your mouth with her hand, there was no way that this arm was salvageable. you squeezed your eyes shut as you heard the crunching of her bone, she was losing her dominant hand and you had no idea how she would adjust to losing her primary arm. you felt nauseous and dizzy, quickly kneeling down by the nearest trash can and barfing your brains out. you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and took a shaky breath. you had to be strong for her, especially after she woke up. eventually, you fell asleep at her side and didn't wake until you felt movement near your head the next morning.

you quickly perked up and almost started crying when shew finally showed signs of life. sevika groggily looked around, clearly very disoriented until her eyes locked in on you. "baby? what happened?" she asked raspily, trying to shake the brain fog out of her head.

you gulped and took a deep breath, clutching her hand in yours, "after you pushed silco out of the way, the blast had some sort of blue technology in it, it wasn't a regular explosion. singed tried everything he could, but he had to amputate your arm up to you shoulder and there is some blue scarring going up your face that he couldn't explain to me how they got there."

sevika slowly nodded along and looked to her side at the stump that was now her arm. she seemed oddly calm, but sevika was never really one to let her emotions overtake her. by this point, you had tears streaming down your face and profusely apologizing as if you had been the one to set off the blast. she shook her head and placed her hand on your cheek, rubbing her thumb against your cheekbone, "baby it's okay, i'm okay. it's just an arm, silco's probably commissioning a new one for me as we speak. it's gonna be alright."

you sniffed and covered her hand with yours, leaning into her palm, "i'm supposed to be the one comforting you dummy, you're the one who got hurt."

she snorted and shook her head, "as long as i have you, i know everything's going to be alright."

you wiped your tears away and kissed the inside of her hand, "okay okay you sap, I'll stop worrying. but you're not going back to work until you feel ready, capeesh?"

"caposh, now get up here and kiss me," she said with a grin. you basically lunged up to her and pressed a hard kiss to her lips, throwing your arms around her neck as you smothered her in entire face in kisses. sevika was a little thrown off when she went to wrap her arms around you, but only one actually showed up.

this was definitely going to be an adjustment.

over the next few weeks, you had taken sevika to a decent physical therapist that you had found in zaun and worked with her to improve the handwriting in her right arm. her center of gravity was entirely off and she was unconsciously leaning to the right side when she walked, which she also had to work on in physical therapy as well as outside of it. she opens up to you after a while about how she swears that she can feel every finger in her left hand still, sometimes still reaching for things with a limb that is no longer there and mourning what she lost. she also asked you to cut off the left sleeve of her shirt to make it easier to dress herself, which you happily obliged as you had an excuse to practice your sewing.

when she started getting phantom limb pain, you started massaging the area and sitting down with her with a stand-up mirror so her mind gets tricked into thinking it still has all of the pathways in her body.

and smoking weed.

she joked that the doctor had basically given her a prescription to smoke weed, but that is kind of what happened. you would smoke with her and she loves it when you shotgun into her mouth, her brain releasing tension with the pain in her missing limb soon forgotten. it became a nightly ritual for the two of you to sit out on your bedroom balcony and smoke a shared blunt that usually ended up with you perched on her lap in a sloppy make-out session. life was slowly starting to feel normal again with her adjusted lifestyle. it took her a while to ask for help when she needed it, even from you, her close loved one. sevika was nothing if not resilient, but her patience usually wore thin when tasks started taking her twice the time it did before the accident. you were always there to lend a hand and reassure her that asking for help was nothing shameful, that you wanted to help her. it took her a while to accept, but when she did, her life drastically improved for the better.

during all of this, you were hounding silco's ass about her new prosthetic arm that he calmly said was still getting worked on. he would never admit it aloud, but he was a little scared of you.

when she came home one day with a new prosthetic arm attached to her shoulder, you looked at her in awe as your wife had the cheesiest grin on her face. she immediately wrapped you up in her arms and chuckled as she felt you shiver with her cold metal arm against your slightly exposed back. even though she had the new arm, she didn’t like wearing it around you since it was technically a weapon.

being able to write with her left hand again was. a huge relief for her, sure she made do with writing with her non-dominant hand, but this was different, it was almost like having her own arm back again.

plus, now she could write with both hands.

you were less than thrilled when she added a shimmer component to her arm, lecturing her on how it was hypocritical of her after she was so adamant about not using it when singed was first experimenting with it. however, silco kept sending her on harder missions and shimmer helped her do her best work, so you slowly came around, especially after seeing how feral the substance made her (especially in bed, shimmer strap who?)

eventually, things settled down and she was back at work with new additions to her arm every so often that she loved to show off to you. you admired them and asked about the new features, simply happy that she had new tools to keep her safe while she was out doing silco's dirty work.

it was all worth it for zaun to slowly take steps forward to becoming independent and governing themselves instead of the ever looming presence of piltover stopping them.

a/n: silco having workers comp??? maybe he's not so bad /j

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[sukunasteeth]

Wrestle Me

Tokyo had reached record temperatures that day. The sun was roasting the city, every street was a mirage from the bending light of its shine. The weather recently had been sending everyone either inside or to the nearest water source.

Yuji had gone to the beach with Megumi and Nobara in a futile attempt to escape the heat that had Japan in the sweaty palm of its hand. They had offered you and Sukuna a spot on the railway car there, but you knew that Sukuna was too exhausted from his recent missions to do any sort of going out. Not to mention the draining effect of the heat stacked on top of that. You were in the mood to just enjoy each other's presence.

The two of you were sheltered away in the darkness of his bedroom, lying sprawled out across the floor in front of his small rotating fan. Sukuna and Yuji never turned the A/C on. Since they had moved into their own apartment, the brothers had become rather stingy when it came to the bills. The air didn't start up until the room felt like a sauna, and it turned off much too soon to give relief.

Sweat continued to drip down the both of your spines, but Sukuna didn't seem to mind it. He was enjoying the peace of his day off, dressed against the heat in nothing but his boxer briefs and a tank top. He had his head resting in the cushion of your lap, his eyes were transfixed on an old leather notebook that he had stolen from one of the professors a few days ago. It was in a language you hadn't taken at the academy yet, but Sukuna tells you it was early notes on jujutsu from the old world.

You had been scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something you found amusing or anything that reminded you of him. He only gave you a reaction to maybe 10% of the material, but it was fun to see him roll his eyes, or scoff and wave your phone away.

The longer you remained in the same spot,however, the sweatier you felt and the more frustrated with the heat. You tried not to squirm under Sukuna's head, remaining as still as possible as though he were a sleeping animal taking refuge on your lap. Boredom, however, eventually pulls the last straw that has you stirring.

An idea comes to mind.

Sukuna glances up at you, as though he expects you to show him something else on your phone, but instead his attention is caught by the mischievous glint you feel twinkling in your eye.

"Wrestle me." You beam at him.

It was somewhat of a joke.

Compared to your boyfriend, it was clear who would win in a pinning tournament between the two of you.

 Sukuna, who enjoys kickboxing in his spare time. Sukuna, who has never missed an opportunity for a fight in the decade that you've known him, who could dead-lift your torso with ease if he so desired.

Sukuna, who has never touched you with anything but heart wrenching gentleness.

His eyes widen at your command, the notebook he had previously found so interesting has been completely forgotten. He seems to catch the drift of your lack of entertainment, and quickly plays along. His surprise melts into an amused little smile.

"Oh yeah? Think you got a chance, kid?" He taunts, placing the book beside him. His attention now fully focused on you.

You snort, you were only a year younger than he was, but he loved to emphasize it when he could. Sukuna mistakes your noise as a scoff and cocks a daring brow at you.

You love when he’s in a playful mood.

"I could take you any day." You tease. Part of you is running for the hills inside, but another part is having fun with the big bad wolf. That was the constant state you were in with him. Sukuna didn't even have to try and he always had your heart racing.

Sukuna makes an impressed noise, "That, I'm well aware of. I don't know about in a fight, though."

You groan at his joke, shaking your head in disappointment, but Sukuna grabs onto your chin before you can get even one turn of your head out.

"Let's find out."  

~

Ten minutes later, you're drenched in twice the amount of sweat as you were before, but Sukuna has barely lost a drop. He's got you twisted like a pretzel beneath him, holding your limbs in just the right way so that you're completely incapacitated in his hands.

Your first mistake was thinking Sukuna knew how to play-fight. The only person he had been remotely close with in your childhood was his twin brother, and the two of them had often "wrestled", but it only ended when one of them had blood dripping out of their noses. You learned early on not to question it. Having two boys as your childhood best friends had you turning your gaze from a lot of things, in fact.

The only thing you questioned now, was how you were going to get out of your current predicament. You were sure Sukuna was having a blast practically hogtying you with his hands, and now he knew how easy it was to get you in this position. It was a double whammy that would surely effect you in the future. 

"Did you really think I'd go easy on you?" The weight of his chest presses into your back as he leans over you, sending hot breath over your neck. "How cute."

"Okay, okay! I give!" You whine, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. You had to admit that it was getting slightly painful, but Sukuna was well aware of your pressure points and where to stay away from. You still had one last trick up your sleeve, however.

Satisfied with your surrender, he nips at your ear with his teeth before he slides off of you and relinquishes his effortless grip. Before he can fully turn away, however, you're leaping onto his back like a monkey and tackling him into his mattress. It was a dirty tactic, but you had been wrestling your childhood best friend Yuji since the two of you were in elementary school, so you were no stranger to tricks of the trade. Especially the feign defeat card.

He blinks up at you. It was a difficult task to take Sukuna off guard, but you had accomplished it.

"Sucker." You playfully stick your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry. Inside your chest, your heart is racing like a hummingbird’s wings. It’s almost like Sukuna knows this, because even though you’re the one on top of him, he’s still looking at you with an amused grin- unaffected by your change of position. 

"You have a higher pain tolerance than I thought you did." He notes, tilting his head to the side like he's considering something. "What can we do with that new information, I wonder?" 

It was another intimidation tactic. A good one. It had chills running down your spine. But, you weren’t going to let him win so easily this time. Suddenly, you were interested in how far you could push him, as well. 

"Come on 'Kuna," You chide, your nose is practically touching his- a rabbit pressing against the snout of a hungry wolf. "Can't take defeat, my love?"

"Oh doll," His voice is a husky drawl, rough hands slide their way from their resting places on your hips to slip under the hem of your shirt and brush the skin of your waist. You try to contain your shiver. "You're playing a very dangerous game."

One last wave of confidence sweeps through you as you lean down, just like he always did, to murmur lowly into his ear. "And you're losing."

That did it.

Sukuna grabs onto your waist so quickly, you barely have time to register it before he loops his leg around your knee and easily flips the two of you back to your original position. You're giggling beneath him as he gathers your face into his hands, pressing calloused fingers into your cheeks. You've gotten under his impenetrable skin. You didn't know it, but you always did.

No matter how strong a man is, he will always lose to the woman he loves.

Sukuna was slowly starting to accept that.

[dynaloy]

Gong yoo | salesman x fem!reader

hot obsession

You've always been watching the salesman, intrigued by his coldness and beauty. One night he sees you and follows you to an alley, so many times you imagine him close to your body and finally you feel his touch but he shows you that he's always seen you watching.

As you observed him from afar, something shifted in the air. His gaze, once focused solely on the trembling players while he slapped one, flickered up and met yours. For a moment, time seemed to pause. The world around you grew fuzzy, and the only thing you could see was the knowing smirk that twisted the corner of his mouth. He'd caught you. You felt a strange mix of excitement and fear as he stepped away from the circle of light cast by the solitary street lamp and began to walk in your direction. Your legs threatened to give way, but you remained rooted to the spot, unable to look away from the predator approaching. The clack of his shoes on the pavement echoed through the alley, the sound of fate drawing closer with each step.

All you could focus on was the salesman, his tall figure casting a long shadow that grew as he approached. When he finally stopped in front of you, you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. They were like pools of black ink, swirling with secrets and dark promises. He said nothing, merely offered a single card to you—the one you'd been watching him play with all this time. Your hand trembled as you took it, feeling the weight of his stare as he stepped closer, his body heat an invasive force that seemed to melt the cold cobblestone beneath your feet.

Without a word, he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You've been watching me, haven't you?" His voice was a whispered caress, a stark contrast to the harshness of his demeanor. "I've seen you, every night, hiding in the dark." His hand snaked around your wrist, gripping it firmly, guiding it to his chest. Your pulse raced, matching the tempo of his heartbeat. "Do you know what happens to those who are too curious, little rabbit?" His smile was cold, yet it sent a thrill through you. He knew you were there, he knew you were fascinated, and he was going to make you pay for it.

The alley grew colder as he pushed you against the rough brick wall, his body a wall of heat and danger. His free hand traced the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip in a silent demand for a response. "I—I don't know," you stuttered, your voice barely audible. His grip tightened, his eyes narrowing. "But you're about to find out." And with that, he claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss, leaving you gasping for air and craving more. This was a game you hadn't anticipated playing with him, but as his tongue danced with yours, you realized you'd been yearning for this moment without even knowing it. The salesman had seen right through your facade of indifference, and now you were his to toy with, to win over, to conquer.

He released you from the kiss, his breath ragged and his eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger. "You want to know what it's like to win?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "To feel the rush of victory?" His hand slid down your body, his touch light but insistent. You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your mind a whirlwind of desire and trepidation. "Good," he said, "I'm going to show you just how much you've been underestimating me." His hand found the hem of your shirt, and with one swift motion, he lifted it over your head, his gaze never leaving yours.

The cold night air kissed your bare skin, sending goosebumps racing down your spine. Yet, his touch was anything but cold. It was fiery, possessive, leaving no part of you untouched by the flames of his desire. He traced the curve of your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your hardened nipples. A whimper escaped your lips, and he chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "You're trembling," he noted, his voice a dark purr. "Are you afraid, little rabbit?" He leaned in, his teeth grazing your neck, sending waves of pleasure-pain that had you arching into him. "You should be."

The alley became a cocoon of lust as he unbuckled your pants, sliding them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His hands roamed over your bare skin, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. You could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against you, demanding entry. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness. He stepped back, his eyes raking over your exposed flesh, and you felt a strange thrill knowing you were utterly at his mercy.

The salesman leaned in again, his mouth finding yours in a brutal kiss that stole what was left of your breath. His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers sliding through your wetness, teasing your clit with expert precision. You moaned, your body betraying your fear, begging for more. He chuckled again, the sound a dark symphony in the quiet of the night. "You're going to remember this," he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. "Remember that I always win." And with that, he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that had your knees buckling. You clung to him, your body writhing against the wall, desperately seeking relief from the exquisite torture he inflicted. His other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back as he ravaged your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh.

The alley spun around you, the world outside forgotten as he claimed your body. His thumb circled your clit, his fingers pumping into you with a rhythm that made your vision swim. The brick wall was cold against your bare back, the contrast with his burning touch making it feel like you were on fire. Your moans grew louder, echoing off the alley walls as you approached the precipice of climax. And just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he stopped, pulling away with a cruel smile. "Not yet," he said, his voice thick with need. "First, I want to hear you beg."

You whimpered, your eyes pleading with him. "Please," you gasped, your voice barely recognizable. "I need you." It was true; you'd never felt this alive, this consumed by another's touch. You have been imagining how was his touch while you would use your dildo but it was not even close to this reality. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a dark triumph. "Say it," he demanded, his thumb stroking your swollen clit with maddening gentleness. "Beg me to let you come." You hated how much you wanted to give in to him, how much you needed his cruel game to end in sweet release.

But you didn't dare to disobey. "I—I beg you," you whispered, the words leaving your mouth with a sense of both humiliation and excitement. "Please, let me win." He chuckled, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. "Very well," he said, and with that, his hand resumed its relentless pace. You felt your orgasm building again, the pressure coiling tight in your core. This time, when it broke, it was like a dam bursting, a wave of pleasure that crashed over you and left you shuddering against the wall, your nails digging into the bricks.

As the tremors subsided, you slumped against the cold brick, panting and trembling. He stepped back, adjusting his own clothing with a sense of calm that seemed almost inhuman. "You've had your taste," he said, his voice now cold and detached. "But remember, in the grand scheme of things, this was just a warm-up." His eyes searched yours, looking for the understanding, the acceptance of your new role as his conquest. You nodded, your throat tight with a mix of fear and excitement.

He leaned in one last time, his mouth a mere breath from yours. "Next time," he murmured, "we play for keeps." With that, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the alley until they were swallowed by the night. You stood there for a moment, trying to regain your composure, trying to understand what had just happened. But all you could think was that you couldn't wait for the next game to begin. You were hooked, and he knew it. The salesman had claimed you, marked you as his, and you were ready to face whatever twisted challenge he had in store, just for the chance to feel his touch again.

[lcriedlastnight]

Shy reader and Lando who absolutely loves taking pictures of her

yes yes yes! thanks, lovely!

tw: fem!reader, swears, a little rushed me thinks, lmk if you want me to add anything else.

w/c: 1.7k

it was like lando wanted to embarrass you or something. he knew how shy you were yet here he was, snapping away at you with his camera mumbling about how good this would look on his jpg account on instagram.

of course you are very quick to remind him that you would sooner set your shared kitchen on fire than stumble across a picture of you on his, very famous and very popular instagram account.

"c'mon baby. just one photoshoot. you're too pretty to not take pictures of." lando begs, the camera's wide lens sticking in your face as you cover it with your hands. lando seriously considers fighting you then gluing you to the bed to he could take pictures of you until his heart was content.

"no, lando. i know you'll end up posting them and i won't like how i look in them and it'll be this whole big thing." you complain from behind your hands.

lando understands where you are coming from he swears, it makes total sense. of course it does it had come from your brain. he just did not think he could ever wrap his head around the fact that he had the prettiest girl sitting right next to him and he was not allowed to immortalise you so he could always remember that day when you had both decided to stay at home and have a day for yourself. lando was one hundred percent one of those people who feared that his memory would just disappear one day, he was sure that was why he loved taking pictures all the time. the boy was desperate not to forget anything, especially the times he treasured the most.

that was why is was so difficult for him to keep his camera out of sight and- well out of your face really, any time you were together. the driver never wanted to forget what you looked like, the prettiest girl in the entire world to him.

"i won't i promise. please, you just look too pretty not to!" lando pleads for what feels like the hundredth time today. you roll your eyes from behind your hands, knowing he was laying it on thick just to get you to agree.

"i've just woken up, lando! no way!" you protest. lando ends up giving up that day, he knows the day where he gets you to agree is right around the corner he just has to play his cards right.

lando had taken you with him to australia for the up coming race at the weekend and because it was lando, he had forced you to go sight-seeing so he could get pictures for that beloved instagram account he barely even posts on now anyways.

you remind him that you don't want any pictures taken of you and he agrees without much pushing from you, which surprises you to say the least but you do not even bother to comment on it as you worried it would make him snap out of whatever mindset he was in that made him so agreeing with you.

you were walking ahead of your boyfriend as, unbeknown to you, he was snapping away. his pictures consisting of gorgeous skylines, arty graffiti on the walls along the streets you both walked along and finally, you. they were only pictures of your back but lando thought they were wonderful and had to contain the urge to tell you to spin around so he could get some of your sunkissed, pretty face.

as you were both laying in the hotel bed that night, lando scrolled through the pictures he had taken on his camera that day and spoke your name softly to grab your attention when the pictures of you had popped up.

"i know you don't like it when i take your picture but i think this looks great." lando says, a little nervous that he had just started a fight with you but your eyes looked calm as they scanned over the computer screen that showed your silhouette as you walked through the bustling streets of melbourne. the city had quickly raced through the places to take the number two spot for your favourite cities that you gone visited with lando.

you are quiet for a minute or two (which seems like an eternity for your boyfriend) before you approve.

"yeah, i guess you made me look quite good here, lan." you compliment the picture. the praise settling in his stomach as it was very high coming from you.

"thanks honey but that's all you. didn't even have to get you to pose or anything. i think despite what you say and think, you're a natural in front of my camera." lando instead compliments you as his arm swings over your shoulder bringing you close into his side with a cheesy smile that makes those butterflies in your stomach flutter around like crazy.

you disagree and after lando moves his electronics out of the way and you two have play fought for way too long, you both settle down in the massive hotel bed. you tangle yourself in to lando's side and he sneakily grabs his phone to snap a picture before brain storming ways to get you to agree to him taking at least one picture and posting it on his well loved instagram account.

he had tried saying "you could revive the account, love. i've hardly posted this year because i'm waiting on my model of a girlfriend to agree to a one picture photo shoot." but that had just resulted in the driver getting hit in the face with the new throw pillows you had bought to decorate his bed with.

he can never really convince you to agree to getting your picture taken to he had to result in sneakily taken phone pictures and blurry, hand over the face, back of the head camera pictures. lando guess that it was batter than nothing at this point. you were pretty sure that if you let him he would cover the entire room with pictures of you and turn it into a shrine.

your birthday came along but with what you had told your sweet boyfriend it had felt like his own.

"you can post any pictures you have of me." you had granted your permission so he got to work. he knew he could only pick ten pictures for his actual instagram post and he certainly knew he could not spam the shit out of his story with all the pictures of you that he wanted to, no matter how much he wanted to. so he raked through the minute amount of pictures he had to find the ones he hoped you would love.

the first was the one on his lockscreen, a picture from miami, his first win. you were in lando's favourite dress of yours, although you could barely see it because the picture, taken by oscar, was of lando laying directly on top of you on the floor, your arms wrapped around his torso while his head was hiding in the crook of your neck. lando still donned those papaya fireproofs around his waist but all he remebers is that in that moment he had to get his hands on you.

the second is that silhouette picture from melbourne. it is easily one of lando's favourites just because he knew it was probably one of, if not the first, picture he had taken of you that you actually liked.

the third was a mirror picture of you both in your bedroom mirror, the phone covering your face as lando drapes himself over you. he liked this picture because your outfit was pretty but he was the only one who got to see how pretty your face was that night and how well your rosy cheeks went with the pink skirt.

the forth was a facetime screenshot. it must have been from the start of the season. you had a peel off sheet mask on your face and your hair was tied back into a bun as you had a hair mask in. your hands were mid air as you explained the plot to the book you were reading. lando had only screenshotted because of how cute he thought you looked but you and all of lando's fans had noticed lando's face in the corner, eyes crinkled with the power of the smile gracing his lips. the boy looked exactly like what he was, smitten.

the fifth was a picture of you in the paddock from getty images, the water mark still being present on the picture. the bright papaya headphones sitting on your head as you watch along with a worried expression. neither you or lando knew which race it was, lando just loved the picture.

the sixth, seventh and eighth were tied in together. the sixth had shown you on the floor, trying to assemble tony starks tower out of lego with a happy smile on your face. the seventh was a video of you from the next room. all you could hear was your shouting and cursing about how stupid lego was and how this was all lando's fault for letting you buy the stupid thing in the first place. the video then showed the ceiling moving as lando appeared in the room you were and and you beg him to come help you. the eighth is a picture of you standing next to the finished product in different clothes with shorter hair.

the ninth was a baby picture that lando adored of you and your brother. you were playing with his buzzlightyear and your brother stood to the side, crying his heart out. "menace from the start." lando had joked.

the tenth was the picture he had taken of you wrapped up in his arms the night of the melbourne picture. the memory behind it meant more than anything to the boy. the driver would never admit it but when he was sleeping alone in hotel beds, with you sometimes on the other side of the world, he would stare at the picture and pretend he was wrapped up in the duvet with you and everything was right in the world.

the caption for his post was something sweet and simple but you were overwhelmed with love for your boyfriend you did not even bother to read it.

"happy birthday, honey. i love you more and more every day." lando and whispered to you as you lay in each others arms that night.

[jayhyunglover]

Mr&Mrs

Pairing: Zayne x non MC! reader

Part 2 to Send my love to your next lover

Synopsis : is he really going to let her go? (no MF go get your girl). You and Zayne have been married for 2 years already but after realizing you probably weren't the one he longed for , you had no choice but leave.

Content: angst , hurt/comfort , smut (I am still ovulating leave me alone) , oral sex (because Zayne is a munch) , unprotected sex (p in v), switch! Zayne , switch! reader

A/N : that's the fourth time I am uploading this if Tumblr make it disappear in a black hole I swear I am gonna...

Edit: hopefully Tumblr didn't make it disappear as I thought, here's part 2 finally finally . Y'all are lucky I am ovulating and boosting with energy if not you'd be getting triple dic- I mean triple angst (no I didn't) , also I just realized the song is send my love to your new lover and not next 💀 , any way I yap too much . Happy reading!!

Now playing : Send my love to your new lover by Adele

Send my love to your new lover played for the 17th time through your headphones, small droplets of tears falling off your cheeks on your lap. 

This was for the best you thought. 

He will be happy,  now he will sign the divorce papers , you will be finally free.

Then why did your heart hurt so badly ? Why did it feel like it was getting wrenched out of your chest and tossed on the floor? 

You wiped your small tears when you caught a little brown haired girl looking at you curiously. 

You offered her a small smile trying to not appear scary but you knew with those heavy eye bags you looked more like a frightening panda than anything. 

What were you thinking , crying your eyes out in a restaurant known for their family gathering while you just lost yours? Pathetic 

To your surprise, the little girl approached you ,her fluffy brown hair bouncing with every step. 

When she finally reached the table where you were sitting at , she pulled out a small flower from her pouch. 

A fragile blue spider  Lily,  faded due to being confined in this small place, longing for sunlight and water just like your heart longing for Zayne's love. 

“Mom said the best way to comfort someone is to offer them something meaningful” she spoke up , her small fluttery voice sending a pang through you. 

“T-thank you” you murmured,  sniffling before taking the small flower from her chubby hands

“You're welcome” she smiled, showing off small dimples that reminded of all the times you managed to pull out a smile from Zayne. 

It always got your heart racing 

“Also smile , pretty lady , crying makes you look ugly” she added, making your eyes widen. 

“Oh sorry” you apologized,  quickly wiping the remnants of your tears,  your cheeks heating up slightly. 

The little menace gave you a toothy  smile before running off to her mom. Leaving you flabbergasted but less depressed. 

With your flower clutched firmly in your hand , you walked down the street,  intending to head to your best friend's house since you didn't want to see Zayne anymore. 

 The wounds were too fresh to throw salt in them. 

“Fuck” you cursed , trying your best to cover yourself with your cardigan as the raindrops started to splatter on your face and hair. 

“You shouldn't stay there , it's raining”

 Zayne's words barely reached your ears too entranced by the sight in front of you. 

“Don't you like the rain , Dr Zayne?” You offered him a sheepish grin , twirling like a fool under the pouring raindrops 

“I dont like the prospect of you catching a cold” he retorted in that familiar monotone voice but the twinkle of concern in his hazel eyes spoke volume.

“Worried about me ?” You chuckled

“You know I am” he retorted without missing a beat , the words sending a warm feeling spreading throughout you despite the cold water soaking through your clothes.

“Let's get you inside Mrs Li” he grabbed your hand to intertwine your fingers and guide you back home . 

Mrs Li . How you loved when he called you that? 

You blinked back your vision, a shiver running through you as you realized you were still standing under the rain and there was no handsome husband/doctor guiding you back home. 

It was all the past now. 

You resumed walking,  now literally jogging to get home as fast as possible. 

 You were lying on the couch , wrapped in a fluffy blanket while Queen of tears was playing on the TV. 

Gulping down spoonful after spoonful of vanilla ice cream,  you were trying to drown out your sorrow but it seemed like this K drama wasn't the right choice for your frayed nerves 

Damn it I should've put Squid Game s2 and giggle at Goong Yoo hotness . 

Maddie your bestfriend went on date with her boyfriend and won't come back until tomorrow which left you , your broken heart and this ton of ice cream in the otherwise empty house. 

You were about to switch the streaming device and play Squid Game as you should've since 2 hours ago when a knock at the Dorado your ears perk up . 

Did Maddie's boyfriend ditch her? 

You didn't know why a selfish part of you was happy at this prospect but quickly squashed it down and got up from the couch to see who it was

The knocking got more fervent as if the person on the other side was desperate. 

“I am coming” you gruffed out , making your way to the front door.  Only  when you opened it , you quickly closed it off .

Why on earth is your soon to be ex husband is standing in front of your (bestfriend) porch ? 

Zayne's eyes widened when you slammed the door shut on his face , every last remnants of hope he had vanishing. 

He was soaked through the bones , hair damp from running under the pouring rain , searching everywhere for you . He might've caught a cold at this rate but he didn't give a damn . He had to find you and now that he finally did you shut the door at his face. 

“Darling” he rested his forehead against the wooden door. 

The familiar nickname had your gut twisting in a very very painful way. 

Why is he here? It hadn't been 24 yours since you left your shared house. 

“I know you're behind this door” he continued. His voice was rough from exhaustion.  He still hadn't has any rest since 24 hours and it was clearly taking a toll on him. 

“Please let me in” he pleaded , small tears running down his cheek,  heart squeezing painfully in his chest. 

Your body slid down against the door , your head resting against the wood ina way that mirrored his own gesture without you knowing. 

“I know I've hurt you” he choked out , voice roughened by his sobs “I know I don't deserve your pretty smile and your sweet laugh,  I know I dont deserve you..” 

Every words,  he spoke was like a dagger they thrusted straight through your chest. It was burning,  painful , making it hard for you to breathe,  to speak.  

“..and I understand if you don't want to see me anymore , I'll sign those damn divorces paper and set you free as you wish” he added , wiping his tears with his hands,  hazel eyes growing red from crying and fatigue 

“But I just want you to know that there won't be any next lover after you , you'll be my last , my love” he bent down to slide something under the door , 

A letter , no your letter. 

“I love you Mrs Li” he whispered before turning on his heels intending to leave  finally you alone 

But you wouldn't let him , not after that,  not after he went all this way under the rain , the rain he hated so much just for you. 

Zayne's steps were resigned as he made his way out , heart heavy with sorrows. 

Just as he stepped under the rain , the door fled open revealing your form clad in sleep short and an oversized shirt. 

His breath got caught in his throat, his whole body going still. 

It's been only 24 hours and yet it felt like forever since he hasn't seen you. 

You approached him slowly,  the letter still clutched tightly in your hand , your tears mixing with the pouring water as you stepped under the rain as well. 

“You-” you didn't know what to sat what to do . Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions , sadness , anger ,relief,  joy all mixing in a concoction that had your head spinning. 

“I love you too” you finally spoke , your words nothing short than a shout under the  rain that was getting more violent just like the storm inside of you. 

“I loved you even when I felt I shouldn't anymore , even when you made me feel like I shouldn't anymore” 

Zayne stood there listening to your heartfelt confessions not daring to move an inch or even breathe too loudly. His hair was sticking to his forehead,  his work clothes damp , turtleneck sticking to his skin. 

“I LOVE YOU ZAYNE LI” you shouted again , voice breaking at the end. Your heartbeat too loud to be drowned out by the sound of tha ragging rain , your feelings too raw to process . The man in front of you too still for someone you just confessed to. 

Zayne always knew you loved him , you always said it and showed it in all the way you could but this felt different,  raw , heartfelt.

Your eyes widened comically when Zayne closed the distance between you in 2 strides , capturing your lips in an heated kiss. 

A kiss where he poured all his unspoken feelings,  his longing , guilt , love , the love that made him.wa and fuzzy even under the cold rain . The rain that washed away your pain , sorrows , guilt leaving your blossoming love like spider lilies blooming in autumn. 

“I love you too Mrs Li” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again more fervently,  tongue licking the small droplets on your bottom lip “so damn much” he added between kisses, his hands cradling your head so gently as though you'd break. 

“I love you” you whispered between needy kisses , lips devouring each other's as if you were starving , the weather didn't even matter in this moment, whether it was raining or snowing or even if an earthquake was happening you couldn't give a damn. Just you needed to keep kissing this man. 

With your hands wrapping around his neck to bring him closer to you . His own on your waist to press your body closer to his. His wet hair tickled  your skin when he started to pepper kisses down your jaw. 

Only pulling away when he was sure you were a breathless mess , chest heaving up and down , droopy eyes that were filled with tears earlier looking at him in a way that made his knees weak. 

“I love you , my wife” he whispered before leaving a small kiss on your forehead , thumbs stroking your cheeks gently 

“I love you even more , my husband” you tiptoed to leave a small kiss on his nose 

“I don't think this is a competition,  Darling but trust me I can show you just how much I love you” his voice in your hear was low heated whisper that sent shivers down your spine . Shivers that has nothing to do with your damp clothes 

“Then show me , husband” your hold on his neck tightened,  bringing his face closer to yours. 

You saw a look of surprise pass through his eyes but it disappeared as soon as it appeared leaving a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. 

“Oh I'll show you wife” the way he said those words,  like a secret promise made your stomach twist in knots,  the lower region of your belly heating up with the rest of your body. 

His strong arms picked you up effortlessly,  your legs wrapping automatically around his lean waist , sticky clothes clinging to you like a second skin. 

Your lips reattached once again as he carried inside the house , his footsteps leaving a wet trail behind that will have Maddie shrieking out hysterically when she'd return but you'll deal with that later . Now all you could focus on was the man kissing you like this was the last time he'd able to. 

By the time you reached the guest room you were staying on which was a miracle with how impatient he seemed to be- you and Zayne already shirt already lost your shirts leaving you only in your bottoms 

He laid you gently on the bed before hovering above you , eyes gazing down at you so tenderly , so lovingly it made you look away. 

“No ,my love. I want you to look at me” he turned your head back to him to plant a soft kiss on your mouth. 

“don't hide this beautiful face from me” he whispered against your skin. 

The adoration in his gaze and voice made your skin prickle , your mind growing hazier and more lightheaded.

“Let me admire you” his compliments and words of praise went straight to your heart , head and cunt making it twitch and ache for his touch . 

His lips left a trail of torturous kisses on your neck chest and shoulders,  his cold hands caressing your body as if he was mapping it out for the first time. His touch tended and reverent like he was worshipping every inch of you. 

How could he had been so blind? Zayne thought. 

How could hasn't he seen how perfect you were for him? 

It didn't matter now he hoped at least he got you back right right ? 

Distracting himself from his thoughts he wrapped his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple to suck harshly making you cry out loud 

“Zayne” his name left you in a moan , hand reaching out to pet his damp hair. Your nails lightly scraping his scalp in a way that made him nearly purr against you. 

See , so perfect to him. 

“I don't deserve you” he murmured against your breast shifting to gave the other the same amount of attention 

“Yeah” you breathed out in a small gasp “but I want you anyway” 

Zayne's lips curved into a smile around your niple before gently biting on it in protest , earning a small yelp from you that was quickly quieted down when you felt his kisses getting lower. Teeth grazing against the soft skin of your stomach until he reached the waistband of your shorts . 

He looked up at you waiting for your consent before going any further. 

You gave him a small hazy nod and it was all he needed to peel out your shorts of your legs , leaving you only in your underwear , spread out for him like his Goddess,  his sacrificial lamb.  

He sat up to admire you like this , so beautiful and all his , his wife ( wife he almost lost but anyway) 

You must have made a sound because it snapped him out of his trance . His body lowering onto the bed to wrap your legs around his neck. 

His soft lips peppered small kisses along your inner thighs,  mouth expertly sucking blossoming hickeys on your skin making you writhe beneath him 

“Zayne” the words left your lips like a plea and a demand all at once. 

“Yes darling?” 

His eyes looked up at you twinkling with mischief and need 

He knew what he was doing this gorgeous bastard. 

“Touch me” you whimpered out , the heat in your belly growing unbearably hotter. 

“But I am touching you darling aren't I?” As if to emphasize his words,  his hands ran up and down your legs the touch sending shiver down your spine. 

“Not here” you shook your head , lips jutting out in a soft pout 

“Where then?” He whispered before leaving a small kiss on your lower belly “here?” 

“No” 

“Here?” another kiss on the right side of your hip 

“No” you shook your head again , patience and sanity growing thinner at his teasing 

“Here?” he kissed the inside of your thighs,  so close to where you needed him the most 

“Closer” you whimpered out , hips shifting to bring his mouth to its destination faster but he wasn't having in . His strong arms pinning them firmly on the bed. 

“You're so impatient darling” he tsked before leaving a fleeting kiss to the damp center of your underwear 

“here?” he whispered against your feverish skin while your head fell bavk.in bliss. You were so fucking sensitive that even the slightest touch sent your mind reeling 

“Answer me , my love” he demanded before gently nipping at your clothed clit making you cry out 

“Yes here” you moaned out , hips bucking against his touch. 

This sight pulled a small smirk at the corner of his mouth before he greedily kissed your heated cunt. Small pecks at first then,  sloppy , greedy French kisses that soaked your already damp underwear. 

The sensation was way too much and not enough we the same time . His kisses were driving you insane but you needed so much more. 

“Zayne please” you begged , hand fisting at his hair to bring him closer, push him away , you couldn't decide 

“What is it , darling?” He spat into your clicking heat , thumb circling your already damp opening   

“Need you” you raised your head to lock eyes with his . 

And Zayne swears ,at this moment, you took his breath away. 

With your hair dishelved,  your eyes wild with lust and your kiss-bitten lips, you looked nothing short but angelic. 

An angel sent by heavens just for him.

 An angel he will cherish forever 

Finally taking some mercy on you , he took off your flimsy panties , throwing them to God knows where across the room. Large palms spreading your legs apart while his eyes feasted on you 

“Beautiful” he whispered before diving in . 

His lips leaving a gentle kiss before literally devouring,  feasting on you like he hasn't eaten for day. 

His lips and tongue greedily licked and slurped everything down with fervor , leaving you a panting and sobbing mess. The only things leaving your parted lips were sinful moans of his name and some occasionally curses. 

It felt so good , heavenly even , his mouth worshipping you like some divine being made you feel lightheaded. 

When he inserted two fingers inside , your brain short circuited , stars exploded behind your eyes and before you knew it you were coming hard and fast. Your orgasm crashing over you like a sea storm that have you screaming his name so loudly you were sure Maddie would earn nose complaints from her neighbors.

Even so , Zayne didn't stop,  tongue still swirling around your clit with fervor while his fingers probed at your walls. 

It was only when you pushed his head off in over sensitivity he finally relented , sticky strands that connected his lips to your pussy breaking as he parted from you to sit up. 

His usual stoic face wore a giddy smile , a pretty pink blush settled on his high cheekbones. 

Why does he have to look so pretty? It's literally unfair. 

“You're ok there , darling?” he asked after climbing up to hover above you once again He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear , eyes roving over your face with a mixture of affection and small concern. 

After Finally regaining your bearings (and stopped getting distracted by his pretty face) you spoke up 

“I am alright..” you replied,  wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closed to you , your bold action making his eyes widen for a fraction of second 

“..but I think you haven't showed me how much you love me yet” you leaned in to whisper against his lips , index finger tracing a sensual  path against his bare chest. 

Of course his insatiable wife wouldn't be satisfied. 

“I guess I haven't yes” he hummed thoughtfully , grabbing your hand that was tracing against his chest to leave a small kiss on your ring finger. 

“Any suggestion to fix that wife?” 

If you knew Zayne calling you wife after you left would have that effect on you you'd have done it sooner. 

Because the way your insides were viscerally screaming for him wasn't normal at all. 

Clearing your throat to get back a semblance of focus, and sanity , you spoke up again. 

“I have a few , mind me if I show you..”  you leaned in closer until your noses were now touching “husband” 

Zayne must be losing his mind , maybe standing for too long under rain altered his brain chemistry because there's no way just you calling him husband in this sultry tone had him cumming in his pants or maybe it was your taste , your sounds , or just how badly he was infatuated with you. 

His head fell in the crook of your neck as ropes of cum soiled his underwear and pants. 

Your hand found his hair , petting it as he hid his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment 

“What do you think , husband?” you murmured before kissing his temple , earning a small whine from him 

“Show me” he raised his head from your neck to look at you , hazel eyes nearly black from lust “show me what you had in mind” 

He didn't need to tell you twice because as soon the words left his lips you were straddling him , legs resting either side of his muscular thighs as his clothed cock was nestled against your slick heat. 

Zayne's hands automatically found refuge on your hips gripping them for dear life as his breathing got heavier and heavier 

You were going to be the death of him. 

You impatiently tugged his pants and boxers down , too impatient to take your time , you needed him right fucking now. 

“Impatient are we ?” He let out in a breathy chuckle 

“You're any better , Dr” you teased him , hand wrapping around his cock to pump it slowly. 

His head fell back in ecstasy,  an airy fuck leaving his parted lips. His chest heaved up and down as his pants and groans filled the room replacing your earlier sinful moans. 

Zayne ran a hand through his already disheveled hair , body growing hot and bothered under your touch.  And the way you were looking down at him didn't help his state at all 

“D-darling” he breathed out in a moan , body growing taut with Desire and need 

“Mmh” you hummed distantly ,watching fascinated how your hand slid up and down his veiny cock. 

“Please” he begged , voice growing higher in pitch , his pleading hazel eyes looking down at you in a way that made you cave in so fast . 

“How could I ever deny you when you beg so sweetly?” 

It was simple you couldn't. 

Straddling him , you lined his cock with your entrance,  finally giving what you both wanted . 

You both  moaned in unison when you sank down all the way onto him , the stretch making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

He felt as good and full as you remembered . 

You stayed unvoming for a moment,  letting yourself adjust to his size. But Zaybe was a patient man until it comes to you. 

His impatient hips started moving in small jerky movements to fuck himself deeper into you. Each thrust pulling out a breathy whimpers from your lips 

“Fuck Zayne” you moaned head thrown back as you bounced against his lap meeting his thrust halfway in a lewd symphony of skin slapping sounds. 

Zayne was in heaven. The sight of you on top of him combined with each slow drawl of your lips had him gasping for air , mind growing mushy each time you ground yourself against him in small gyrations tthathas him gritting his teeth .

He had to recite every single artery he knew to not come inside you already . 

That's just how good you felt around him.  

“Darling” he whimpered the sound sending a jolt through you . 

Fuck you couldn't take this torture anymore , he couldn't. 

A small yelp left your lips when you felt your back hit the mattress.  Zayne's hips just pounding into you. 

“I love you” he whispered against your lips with every deep thrust. 

“I love you my wife” he continued to pant into your mouth while his hips  just rammed into you. 

“I love you too” you struggled to breath,  the way he was fucking you so deep inside the mattress made it unable to moan or even scream,  now just struggling to breath. 

His forehead rested against yours,  his hands intertwining with yours as he continued his mean cadence. 

“My wife” he breathed out , eyes closing as you both reached your peaks 

You didn't even realize at first that you were coming , just your vision blacking out for several seconds by the intensity of your orgasm , Zayne's body collapsing onto yours as he pumped you full of ropes  after ropes of his seed.

Zayne stayed there for several seconds,  head buried in the crook of your neck , dick still buried deep inside of you. 

“Darling” he looked up at you only to find your eyes closed,  your body unconscious 

“Darling , my love wake up” he shook you but no response came 

Shit did you pass out?

He quickly got off you , hand frantically checking your pulse. 

Fortunately you were still breathing,  just passed out from exhaustion

Maybe he went a bit too rough?  (Just a bit??) 

He caressed your cheek tenderly before leaving a small kiss on it. 

The first thing that hit you  when you woke was this familiar scent piney and so so addictive that reminded you of….

You abruptly sat up only to be pulled back in bed by a sleepy Zayne 

“Stay there with me” he grumbled out in a sleepy voivce that made your heart melt . 

So it wasn't a dream,  Zaybe really came all this way under the rain for you. 

His arms on your waist pulled you closer until your back was flush against his chest , his hot breath tickling your bare shoulder. 

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip , eyes roaming around the room , the sound was about to rise sun.  You could see the pale hue of orange , pink ,violet and blue painting the sky outside. 

A new dawn , a new beginning you hoped 

“I can hear the gears turning in your head” Zayne spoke after a while making your eyes snap back to his face .

“What's on your mind ,wife?” He asked , resting his head against your chest to look up at you. 

“I am sorry” you muttered after a while making his eyes widen in surprise 

What on earth were you apologizing for?

Seing his puzzled look you clarified yourself 

“For leaving you” you added ,looking away from him. 

“Darling” he sat up,  taking your hand to caress your knuckles 

“You don’t need to apologize_” 

“But I put you in pain_” 

“So did I” he cut you off making you seal your mouth shut 

“Darling..” he let out a small sigh before continuing, his fingers still tracing small reassuring patterns on your hand “marriage is about communication,  understanding and forgiveness, I haven't beenuch understanding of your feelings lately . I should be the one apologizing not you” 

You listened intently to his words not daring to say anything.  

“i should have take your feelings in more consideration please forgive me” he finished his eyes looking at you so earnestly it made your heart ache 

“I already forgave you but” you sat up as well to wrap your arms around his neck “I don't want us to fight like this anymore” 

“Me neither’ he shook his head,  wrapping his arms around your waist 

“All good?” You tilted your head at him 

“All good” he nodded before pecking your lips gently “Just please don't ever scare me like that , my hear can't take it” he pleaded against your lips making you smile 

“Can't promise anything Dr” you grinned 

“Now it's doctor huh?” He sighed indignantly making you giggle at his pouty expression 

Akso's chief surgeon pouting ? What a cute sight to behold . 

“Fine,  husband” you rolled your eyes playfully at him before pinching his cheek 

“Much better” he smiled before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. 

“I love you Mrs Li” he mumbled out through the kiss 

“I love you too Mr Li” you responded before pushing his back against the mattress 

Under the dawn's sunlight Mr and Mrs began a new chapter one they hope won't involve a certain Adele song and Goodbye letters 

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২ 𓂅 ࣪ ೨ ; 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 (1,221)

২ 𓂅 ࣪ ೨ ; 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 (runa is very talkative, very minimal profanity, first mention of street racing, shy! reader, karasuno! reader, runa dressing reader in … provocative clothing so they look like they fit in, anxious! reader, runa + suna are cousins again — who’s surprised?? [hint: no one !!], social anxiety)

“Hi, I’m Runa! It’s really nice to meet you. I thought you weren’t going to show up at first, but now you’re here! You seem like a nice girl so far— my last roommate was a total bitch. Sorry, I tend to talk a lot about myself. Where are you from?”

You blink at the brunette a couple times. You’ve barely even crossed the threshold of the dorm, and she’s already bombarded you with seemingly hundreds of questions. Your mind catches up with you and you shake your head to clear the fog away. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” you say quietly, giving her a shy smile. “Um, my name is Y/n and I’m from Miyagi Prefecture. What, uh, what about you?”

“No way!” She exclaims, eyes lighting up. “I’m from Miyagi Prefecture. What school did you go to? Shiratorizawa? That school is really good at sports. Or, Karasuno, maybe? They’re also pretty good. I went to Johzenji— they’re okay at sports, but I never really paid attention to anything but volleyball. I was the manager for the boys’ club.”

“Um, yeah, I went to Karasuno. I wasn’t interested in any sports though, my focus was more on the arts. Choir, photography— stuff like that.”

She nods and hums. “Totally understandable. I mean, who wants to sit in a crowded gym full of sweaty people?” She shudders in mock disgust and you snicker quietly. “I sure didn’t. That’s why I was down on the court making sure nobody died from dehydration or anything.”

You laugh, but don’t say anything more. Her face lights up once more, like she’s just realized something, and she claps her hands together. “Oh my god! I didn’t even let you in the dorm yet. Please, come in, set your stuff down.” She steps out of the way and extends her arm, giggling.

You walk past her, glancing around the room. It’s not huge, by any means, but it’s still pretty nice. There’s two beds, two desks, and a loveseat in the corner that was probably a pain to get in the dorm.

You set your things down on your bare bed— your bag, a succulent plant your mother gave you right before you left, and a takeout bag that only has fries left in it. You were planning on giving them to Runa as a housewarming gift, but they’re probably cold now, so you decide not you.

“Okay, so,” Runa starts, making you turn to look at her. “A couple things to know; I talk a lot, which you probably already picked up on.” She laughs. It’s a nice sound. “I’ll keep my side of the room clean if you do. You seem like a clean person, though, so I doubt that will be a problem. I won’t bring anybody in here without talking to you first and I hope you’ll do the same.” She pauses and purses her lips as if in thought. “I think that’s it. If you have any, like, rules or anything let me know!”

You nod slowly, taking in her words. “Sounds great,” you say, smiling. “I don’t really know anyone here yet, so you don’t have to worry about me bringing people here. And I am a pretty clean person, so that’s not a problem either. Um, I probably won’t talk too much until I get to know you better.” You swallow. “Sorry if that’s mean.”

“No, no. I totally get that. I used to be that way, too, but then I was like, ’I don't really care anymore,’ so.” She shrugs. She opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a knock at the door. Both of your heads turn just as a piece of what looks like paper slips under the door.

You glance at each other, sharing a confused look, but then she walks over and picks it up. You watch her eyes go from narrowed, to familiarity. “Um, what is it?” You ask.

She flips it over to see if there’s anything on the back, then looks up at you and hesitates. “Uh.” She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and holds it out to you. “It’s an invitation to a race tonight.”

“A race?” You repeat in a mumble, eyes scanning over the words quickly. ‘T-20. be there at 10 or don’t come at all pussies.’ Your eyes widen a bit and you have to read it again to make sure you’re not hallucinating.

“A street race,” she explains. “They’re, um, like, super rare to get an invitation to. My cousin is racing tonight, so that’s probably why I got one.” You look up to see her brows furrowed. She clocks your gaze and smiles politely. “Do you wanna go with me? It’s not very fun being the only girl there who’s not interested in going home with one of the racers.”

A street race? Like, a real life street race? Those are real? You thought they only existed in movies. Aren’t they illegal?

Hundreds of thoughts flood through your brain and you can feel the palms of your hands start to sweat. You swallow hard. “A street race.” A statement, not a question. “Aren’t those, um…”

“Illegal?” She laughs, but nods. “That’s why they’re invitation-only. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I understand. They’re not everyone's thing.”

You chew on your bottom lip, eyes falling back to the piece of paper in your hands. You applied to this college purely because you heard Tokyo was not boring. What kind of college girl would you be if you declined this invitation. With a deep breath, you nod. “No, I’ll go. Ten o’clock.” You glance at the clock. “Four hours to find an outfit that will make it look like I belong at an illegal street race. No problem.”

She laughs again, smiling so wide her eyes crinkle. “You’re funny, Y/n,” she says. “I think we’re going to be good friends.”

You smile back at her and, once again, she claps her hands together. “I’ll help you find an outfit, don’t worry.” She walks to her closet, then looks back at you. “How comfortable are you with fishnets?”

“Um.”

The two of you leave the dorms at approximately 9:30, riding in Runa’s shitty Toyota Corolla. You have to suppress a laugh when you see it because when she had told you her cousin was racing tonight, you’d expected her to have a nice car like you assume her cousin does.

You were horribly wrong.

When you pull up to the underpass, it’s packed. Actually, maybe packed is an understatement because there are probably over 500 hundred people present. Almost instantly, you start to sweat. Even in the short-shorts and deliberately ripped up t-shirt that Runa dressed you in. Saying you’re out of your element is also probably an understatement.

You step out of the car and a mixture of gasoline and exhaust fumes hits your nose. You try your best not to scrunch your face up, but it happens anyway.

“You get used to the smell!” Runa shouts over the loud music and constant revving of engines. Somewhere to the left of you, someone screams at the top of their lungs. You glance at Runa and she snickers, walking closer to you. “And the noise.”

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[spidernuggets]

Reader being Jason's girlfriend, who doesn't know about their double life, casually blurting out that she was never a fan of Batman and Robin or that she prefers Superman and the whole family is offended. 😭

love your writing, btw<3

-🪩

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure."

"Ah, Ms. Y/n, pleasure to see you," Alfred opens the door to see you patiently waiting with a smile.

"Hey, Alfie! Is Jay home? He asked me to hang out with him today."

"He's in the living room with the rest of the family. Come in, come in," he steos to the side, giving you to room to enter.

"Oh, yeah!" You exclaimed, reaching into your bag. "I did that cookie recipe you gave me! They're not as good as yours, but they're sure better than the cookies I've made before. D'you mind taste testing for me?" You ask, handing over a tupperware full of cookies.

"I thank you for the charming remark, Ms. Y/n. I'm sure your cookies are as excellent." He says, taking a bite from a cookie.

"Nah, now you're just being too modest, Alfie," you laugh as he does too.

"Well, this is a marvellous improvement, Ms. Y/n," Alfred says, happily taking another one. "Come on now, let's go join the others."

The two of you walk towards the living room and see everyone there.

"Y/n!!" Stephanie shouts, running over to you, embracing you in a tight hug. "Ugh, it felt like forever since I've seen you! How are you 'nd Jason? Is he being an asshole like always?" She snickers.

You laugh, and before you can reply, Jason is already pushing Stephanie out of the way.

"Don't answer that, N/n. Steph, go away," he grumbles, soon putting on a smile once he stands right in front of you. "Hey, mama," he muttered, pulling you in by the waist, placing a kiss on your forhead.

You giggled at the contact. "Hey, Jay," you kissed his chin. "Hi, Bruce!" You look over Jason's shoulder, wavung to Bruce, who was sat on the armchair, looking through the newspaper.

"Y/n, always a pleasure," he says before going back to reading.

Jason takes your hand and guides you to the couch, making you sit on his lap. "Sorry I couldn't go out for our date today, sugar. Someone wouldn't let me leave," he emphasised, glaring at Bruce.

"It's scarce that everyone is here at once, Master Jason. It's a good opportunity for bonding." Alfred says behind him.

You kiss his cheek, which makes his heart race. "It's okay, Jay. It's nice hangin' out with you and your family."

"Yeah, kick his ass!" Steph shouts at the TV.

Last night's news was playing, showing footage of Batman and Robin, and their alliances, taking out some of Gotham's frequent villains and criminals.

"Do you guys always watch the news?" You asked, curious that they aren't watching something more entertaining.

You didn't notice it, but the whole family seemed to hesitate by your question.

"The news is a suitable way of keeping us informed of Gotham's latest activities. Just in case there are needs of safety plans for us," Damian says, sitting on the chair beside you, petting Titus.

"Plus, it's good to see Batman and Robin in action. Just in case there's anything they need to improve on." Bruce mutters that last statement, sending a sharo glare towards Damian, who, last night, didn't follow direct orders and backfired a section of the mission.

Damian ignored this statement and kept focusing on Titus.

You rested your head on Jason's shoulder. "Mm. I was never really a fan of Batman and Robin."

The whole room freezes, leaving the news to continue playing, and all heads turn towards you. The sudden attention had you tensed up.

"What?" You quietly ask.

"Batman and Robin are always keeping the streets clear of crime. How can you not like them?" Damian asks with a scowl on his face.

"I don't don't like them. They just don't pique my interest." You shrugged.

"Well what about their alliances," Tim asked. "Red Robin? Spoiler? Orphan? Red Hood?"

The questioning about Red Hood had Jason's full attention on you now.

"I dunno, I guess I prefer Red Hood. He's pretty cool," your unsure opinion had Jason mentally punching the air in victory.

"But.. to be honest, I kinda like Superman over all the superheroes," you smiled.

It was the calm before the storm. You didn't think a little opinion could've caused such a ruckus.

Even Bruce looked away from the newspaper annoyed.

"Why Superman? He's only so great because he has superpowers. Batman has no superpowers and can still put so many behind bars!" Bruce exclaimed.

Subtle. Jason thought.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know that you guys like these superheroes so much!" You said, almost scared that you somehow offended the family.

Jason then kisses your temple. "No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure," Jason says, narrowing his eyes and sending a snarky grin towards Bruce, which, in response, he rolls his eyes and backs away from the conversation, going back to his newspaper.

"Did I say something wrong?" You quietly ask Jason as the other begin yelling at each other about which Batman ally is better.

Jason smiles, caressing your soft face with his rougher, calloused thumb. "Nah, don't worry, sweet thing. They're just mega Batman fans."

"What about you? Who's your fave?" You ask.

"Red Hood, hands down." He immediately replies.

You nod, thinking for a moment. "Okay. I wanna see more of Red Hood then. He'll be my favourite too." You say.

Jason thinks his heart just exploded. He shifts his right arms under your legs, his other supporting your back as he lifts you up, followed by a yelp coming from you.

"Get ready, babe. You're about to absolutely love Red Hood," he says, carrying you to his room, ready to go on a 5 hour lecture about Red Hood and why he's Gotham's greatest hero.

[crsssie]

Thinking of childhood friend!Leon after wolfie's fic

childhood friend!Leon who grew up making dirt cakes in your backyard, muddied face matching yours when his aunt gasps in horror, wiping the mud on your faces with a frown as you both giggle

childhood friend!Leon who sticks around you in elementary school, punching a bully in the face in middle school, and sticking mostly to himself in high school outside of your immediate circle

childhood friend!Leon who has a copy of your housekey from your parents, coming over unannounced sometimes

childhood friend!Leon who does college apps with you, applying to all the colleges that you do to try and go with you — your mom says it's better for you to have someone you know in uni

childhood friend!Leon who almost marries one of his heartbreaks, well aware of all that's coming, abandoned engagement ring and letter unsurprising. Not to him. Not to you.

childhood friend!Leon who calls you, twenty-one and single, groaning into his phone about how he had fucked up. Too young for this, he cries. should've been honest with you. He mumbles.

childhood friend!Leon who shows up at your window drunk at 3am, deciding he should be honest for once.

"Hey."

"Hey." You open the window, raising a brow at Leon in the tree. "What are you doing here? You still have the housekey."

"Your parents would kill me if I broke in this late in the night." He mumbles.

"What brings you here?" You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, squishing your cheeks upwards as Leon mumbles.

"I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?"

"I." He pauses. "It's fine. I just. I missed you. Couldn't wait until tomorrow."

"Is that all?"

"Let's go out." He dangles his car keys in front of you, tempting you as you raise a brow.

"In my sleepwear?"

"I have a jacket in the car." He whispers. "Please?"

"And where would we go?"

"The park." He mumbles.

"My parents will hear your car."

"You're a legal adult."

"Their rules under their roof."

"Then we can walk."

"Not scared of getting mugged?"

"In the suburbs? With my gun?"

"Forgot about that."

"So?"

"Sure."

Leon helps you down the tree, catching you and handing his jacket to you, the two of you racing down the street in a fit of giggles as the nostalgia fills him. It's incredible, he finds. The two of you are seven again in summer, summer breeze pinching your cheeks as you both make it to the park. Leon's home with you again. Leon's home again.

You land in the grass, wet from the cold, and Leon stands over you, crouching as you raise a brow.

"What's wrong?"

"I missed this."

"I did too." You smile. "What did you want to say?"

"I'm not allowed to just call you out at 3am?"

"No. I know you knocked for a reason."

"And you answered."

"If not to you, then to who?"

Leon looks down at you, rolling into the grass next to you, sighing with his whole chest as he stares up at the stars.

"I really just missed you."

"It's about the break up, isn't it?"

Leon stares up at the sky, closing his eyes as he wonders how he should say it. He's already the asshole in two stories, he can't really do anything worse.

"You're not going to like hearing it."

You sit up, glancing down at him.

"I think I know what it is."

"I like you."

"I know."

"I was stupid."

"I know."

"I..." Leon goes quiet, closing his eyes as he groans. "I don't know why I did this." He's met with silence, opening his eyes to stare at you, heart breaking in his chest. "I'm so awful."

"You are." You offer him a pitiful smile. "You were awful for putting her through that."

He closes his eyes again. "She's not mad, though."

"The anger has long simmered down." You stare at the streetlight. "She knew. I knew. We all did."

"And no one said anything."

"What could you say?" You close your eyes. "You like me. We all knew that. What were we supposed to tell you?"

"I'm awful."

"And drunk." You finally notice the alcohol coming from him. "You have your shift at Raccoon tomorrow, no?"

"Just let me." He pauses, exhaling. "I need to start clean. You'll always be the love of my life, but I... I know you won't want me after all of that."

"I know." Your feelings don't matter. Leon needs to let go.

And in the morning, Leon leaves your place without another word, house key left on your desk, window open and car missing. You don't miss him anymore, occasionally meeting back with him when he visits his aunt, catching up over coffee, but history long in the past.

And somewhere in the past, had he been just a little quicker, you would have told him you liked him too.

[s-awturn]

Pilots and their love languages || F1 Grid

cw: superficiality, slightly suggestive, PDA and non-PDA and I don't know what else to say, so blah blah blah

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: I'm testing something new, so please bear with me 😩 for now it will be just these pilots because they are my favorites here, as I get used to this format, I can include more pilots. Anyway, enjoy!

LEWIS HAMILTON - Acts of service

Lewis knows that you are inattentive and forget to eat, sometimes you fall asleep in the office while you are working, you forget your things when you are in a hurry, And luckily for you, your fiancé is always attentive to these details. So he always checks his things, whether he has his keys, whether he has had his coffee properly or whether he is about to finish his work at the office. No matter how much you tell him that he doesn't need to worry, Lewis loves taking care of you and making sure your needs are met, even the most basic ones.

"Sorry for giving you so much trouble, you must be tired from training"

"Nah, I'm fine and taking care of you is no work at all, it's a pleasure for me"

CARLOS SAINZ - Gifts

Carlos loves to give gifts and his generosity knows no bounds, especially for you, he loves to present you with whatever he thinks you like. Did you like that book? It's yours. Did you show interest in a bracelet? It'll be on your wrist before you know it. You've lost count of how many times you've talked to him about it, your closet couldn't fit anything else! But how could you deny it? Whenever your boyfriend arrived with that lost puppy dog look, you knew what was coming, Carlos knew you couldn't resist that look.

"You can't blame me for wanting to see my girl happy"

"You make me happy and as much as I love your gifts, I don't need them, I already have you"

CHARLES LECLERC - Physical touch

No matter where, no matter who is watching, Charles will always have his hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist or kissing you. PDA is not a problem for him, the Monegasque loves to show how much he loves you, he is completely ok with the idea of kissing you in the street, of fixing your hair when necessary or keep his hand on your thigh while chatting with friends in a cafe. As long as he touches you, the world could end.

"Charl, there are reporters here, they're going to make a huge deal out of this..."

"They can say whatever they want, I won't keep my hands off you, chérie. "

LANDO NORRIS - Words of affirmation

When you first met Lando, you could have sworn he was the gift or physical touch guy, so it was a big surprise to find out he was the words of affirmation guy. You'd often find notes around the apartment, or receive sweet messages at random times of the day, and Lando was the best at captioning his Instagram photos; He wants you to have no doubts about his feelings, so any chance he gets to tell you how he feels about you, he will.

"Are you paraphrasing Edward Cullen's wedding vows?"

"It was either Twilight or Romeo and Juliet... I chose the one where the characters stay alive... Figuratively speaking"

OSCAR PIASTRI - Quality time

Oscar is aware that he doesn't have much free time between races, so there aren't many good breaks he can enjoy with you. Knowing this, Oscar doesn't mind spending as much time with you as possible; It doesn't matter what you do, you can read, watch a series, having a skin care session, talk or just be silent, he just needs some time with you. It could be an hour or five minutes, as long as he's with you, it's fine.

"Are you sure I'm not bothering you here?"

"Baby, you never get in my way, I just need a few minutes with you before the race, alright?"

MAX VERSTAPPEN - Quality time

Just like Oscar, Max likes to spend as much time with you as he can, and that time is usually spent doing activities that focus on the two of you. Max will trade any party, any event for an afternoon at home watching his favorite movies or sitting by the window of your apartment, talking while it rains. Max really appreciates these moments because he knows they don't happen often, they both have very demanding jobs and he values every minute he has with you.

"Choose any movie you want, I'll watch whatever it is, as long as it's with you"

"And you still say you're not romantic"

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[lunarflux]

x: Thomas Shelby found his match in an information bookie who has eluded the grasp of the Peaky Blinders long enough to crumble their power over Birmingham. But at last, he found you. The ghost he'd been chasing was finally in front of him, but you were trickier than he expected. Dangerous, cunning - and a bit too much like himself. To buy your loyalty, he would have to sell his in equal measure. Loyalty for loyalty - blood for blood - how much were either of you willing to spill before the game changed entirely?

part 1: the new board

word count: 1,412

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"What do you want?"

"You're the one who came here, Mr. Shelby. I believe I should be the one asking that question."

It was odd, being seated across from a mirror. Whoever you were, you wouldn't budge. A cigarette dangled from two dainty fingers, wisps of smoke swirling into the air between you.

Tommy didn't know who you were. The Emerald of London to some. The Ghost of Birmingham to others. Your real name never crossed anyone's lips. You were practically a phantom - a meddlesome one at that. Some of the usual gamblers started avoiding certain days, ones that were particularly important to the Blinders, and by the third race with meager winnings, he knew.

There was a new player in the game, and until they were wiped clean from the board, the uneasy feeling that made home in the pit of his stomach would not go away. Gun deals gone awry, exchanges with people he thought would always owe him - all of it was going sour.

It took weeks of dwindling business before Tommy told Finn to find you. What he expected to see - a new information bookie operating from a damp, abandoned warehouse - was anything but. No, you were cunning. Charming, even. You had a certain allure about you. Your face held little expression aside from what could only be described as deceitfully cold, only ever showing the briefest emotion in your eyes. And when you spoke, it was intertwined with a feline-esque hum - almost like every conversation someone tried to work from you was a waste of your time. Finn only said that when he found you in the old bookshop across town that something was off, and though he couldn't articulate what made him uneasy, he knew that you would not easily be burned from the streets of Birmingham.

Tommy sat across from you, his still face hiding the mild headache your presence brought to the front of his mind, and he waited. At first, you two waited in silence.

You sighed, tapping the ash from your cigarette down to the floor. "Very well then. What business do you have here?"

"You've been selling information to the Russians."

"I have."

"What do they have on you?"

The corner of your lip twitched into a grin. "And what makes you think they have something on me?"

Tommy bore his eyes into yours, not willing to admit that this was one of a few conclusions he made about your motives. "What are they paying you then," he said plainly, less of a question and more of an anticipatory retort.

You tilted your hand out, motioning to the air to allude how silly the accusation was. "They pay whatever they think what I have to give them is worth."

"And the Irish, they pay as well."

"The Russians pay, the Irish pay... The Italians pay, the politicians pay... The Blinders can pay, too, if that's where this conversation is going."

You were woven into the system more than he thought - more than any of them thought. It was only whatever you sold that involved them that led him to believe you had a personal stake against them. It seemed now that this wasn't the case. They were just one of the last to find you.

"So, you'll resort to extortion to keep you out of our business."

"People don't pay me to stop, Mr. Shelby. They pay me to keep playing. It'd be bad for business otherwise. Take me out of the picture with the drop of some coins, and my credibility goes out the window."

Tommy hoped that his silence would push you to reveal more, but you continuously proved him wrong. He had to keep asking questions. It was what you wanted. You wanted him to pry as far as his cold composure would allow him to.

"So, where do your loyalties lie then?"

"I have no loyalties," you said, feigning confusion at the notion. "That's what makes me good at what I do."

"What is your loyalty worth then?"

"That's not how this works, Mr. Shelby. If the information someone else buys is at the expense of the Peaky Blinders, I'm afraid you'll find no sympathy from me."

Silence. Just a few more seconds, and maybe your curiosity would peak.

Again, you sighed, not attempting to hide your boredom. "Fine. Humor me. What are you offering?"

"Protection."

"I don't need protection."

"If I could find you, then there's nothing stopping the rest of them from finding you."

"On the contrary, if they wanted to kill me, I'd already be dead."

You knew you were valuable - more than Tommy cared to admit. Your awareness of the situation was your advantage, and it was a benefit not afforded easily. He had to offer you something worth considerably more, and it was not something he could give freely. However, he would not be the one to offer it up. You needed to ask for it, only then would he know what actually mattered to you.

Tommy kept his gaze on you. "Name your price then."

"I have to know what you're trying to purchase before I can tell you what it's worth." You wanted something more. Not something tangible. Money was so easily spent. "Tell me then, what is it you want from me?"

Tommy's eyes narrowed in the slightest to study your face. The cold, icy wall behind your eyes revealed so little. At the mention of payment, you were amused. At the thought of taking sides, you found humor. No, you were alone, and that's how you wanted it. So, what would be more valuable to you, something that didn't cost something physical? The answer came to him slowly, like a the sunrise peaking over the city until it blinded him completely.

"Your loyalty," he finally answered.

Your true smile - the one that only surfaced in the face of something that truly interested you - was more unsettling than he cared to admit. But he knew. Your loyalty would cost him dearly, whether it be from his pocket or something much deeper.

"You want to buy my loyalty?" You chuckled, a low and sinister tone like the monster beneath your grin was daring to reveal itself. "No, my loyalty stays with me, and I would only sell it for -"

"My loyalty."

The words slipped past his lips before he even really knew what he was saying. This had to have been what you were goading him for. An equal share of his respect. He would not have you entangling yourself with the Peaky Blinders with the assumption of your loyalty alone. You had to trust him as much as he forced himself to trust you.

You leaned forward, close enough for him to feel the icy shards trying to reach him from your leer. "And what is your loyalty worth?"

He was at a crossroads. Protection had a price, and people paid it. But loyalty - that was something else entirely. How much did he want you on their side that he was willing to give himself in equal measure? Your dealings with his enemies said enough. You had a pull over every corner of the city, and the longer you remained a black widow on the outskirts of all the chaos that followed, the closer the walls enclosed around him. He hated to admit it, but he needed you. He needed you on their side.

At least long enough to make sure you were hooked without expecting more than he was capable of giving.

You sat back and took a long drag of your cigarette, blowing the smoke out towards the ceiling. The phantom of that smile lingered at the corner of your lips, almost like you were amused - satisfied, even - that he was willing to offer up something with a value only you could determine. It was only a matter of time before you came to your own conclusions about what his loyalty was truly worth to you.

"I appreciate the consideration, Mr. Shelby." The phantom smile lowered until the cold façade reclaimed your face. "I will consider your offer."

Tommy rose slowly and placed his cap back on his head. His jaw tightened as he chose his next words carefully. "The Garrison. After close. Meet me there if we have a deal."

You lifted your chin with a nod. The conversation was far from over, but the new board has been set. Now, he just had to wait.

[merchelsea]

just maybe - lewis hamilton

pairing: ex!lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: lewis misses what you used to be, and what a better way to show it than showing up, drunk, at your house?

author’s note: felt like writing lewis today because not enough people do!

word count: 1,1k

you lay on your couch, your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed for what felt like the thousandth time that day. you knew there wouldn't be anything new, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been in the same position all day, unable to shake off the melancholy that had settled over you.

it had all started because you wanted to watch a romantic movie, a harmless way to pass the time. but as the movie played on, you found yourself crying, wishing desperately for a happy ending like the one onscreen. you and lewis used to have those moments, those beautiful moments that now only existed in your memories.

every scene in the movie triggered a bittersweet memory. they weren't sad memories, per se, but the fact that they were over made them so. you decided it was time to stop torturing yourself, to stop watching movies that made you cry over your ex, and to simply wait for something to happen. but, of course, nothing did.

that is, until you heard a series of knocks on your door. you rushed to answer it, expecting it to be a friend or maybe your sister. but when you laid eyes on the familiar brown ones you had been crying over just hours ago, shock coursed through you.

"heeeeey," lewis slurred, clearly intoxicated. fate seemed to be playing a cruel prank on you.

you stared at him for a few moments before finally finding your voice. "what the heck are you doing here?" you asked, blocking his path from entering your home.

lewis smirked knowingly. "oh, didn't seb warn you?" he said, referring to his friend vettel, who must have sent you a message the moment he knew lewis was drunk and thinking about you.

because that's what happened when he got drunk. he'd think back to your relationship and regret every detail that had gone wrong. vettel always thought lewis would try to contact you, but he never had the courage to do it—until today.

lewis had qualified third in a race after a series of unfortunate events, finally giving him a shot at victory. but, unpredictably, he had to retire from the race on the first lap.

"I missed you." lewis confessed, leaning against your doorframe as if aware of how powerful those words were.

"you don't know what you're saying, lewis," you sighed. you had spent the last seven months dreaming of hearing those words from him, but this was not how you imagined it.

"oh, I know exactly what I'm saying. believe me," he insisted.

"you're drunk!" you retorted.

"and? that doesn't change the fact that I think about you all the time. about us. about what we used to be," he said, refusing to give up.

you stood there silently, thinking he would back off if you didn't give him a hint of what you were feeling. but of course he had other plans. you sighed and stepped back from the door, allowing lewis to enter. he leaned against the closed door, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his.

"I miss you when I'm at the simulator, and you're not there to beat my ass. I miss you when I go to lunch and forget to eat because I'm distracted by your smile. I miss you when toto speaks german, and we don't make jokes about it. I miss you when I'm walking, and our legs aren't in sync. I miss you when I wear my hats, and you're not there to steal them. I miss you when I see a cat on the streets, and you don't try to convince me to adopt it. I miss you when Max wins, and you're not there to congratulate him."

you were rendered speechless. every word he uttered, as he gazed deeply into your eyes, pierced your heart. you couldn't look away, but you feared that if you continued to stare, you wouldn't be able to let him go.

"I know I seem drunk, but this is the most truthful thing I've said in, like, forever. it's been almost eight months, and I still miss you in everything I do," he finally stood up and, somehow, managed to get closer to you. "tell me you don't miss me, and I'll never bother you again."

you took a deep breath and locked eyes with him. it was clear he had been drinking, but not enough to make him drunk. his little play could fool everyone, but it would never fool you.

you knew you missed him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't sure if it was the right thing to say. maybe, just maybe, he needed to move on, to find someone else who fit into his life.

but then, a voice inside your head reminded you that if he hadn't moved on after seven months without any contact, he probably wouldn't after eight. you couldn't lie to him when he had been missing you relentlessly for seven months.

"I miss you when I'm doing laundry, and I don't find your shirt in the wrong basket. I miss you when I'm taking a shower and don't hear the pre-qualifying comments. I miss you when I see a Mercedes on the road. I miss you when I play uno with my friends, and you don't win. I miss you when you're racing, and I'm at home, but not because I have things to do. I miss you when I'm not missing you because of racing."

you also took a step closer to him. "then let me make you miss me the right way again, please."

as you stood there, locked in a moment of intense longing and emotion, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the moment you had been waiting for. lewis had come back, admitting his feelings, and you couldn't deny your own.

with tears welling up in your eyes, you took another step closer to him. in that moment, you both understood that some things were too strong to be denied or forgotten, no matter how much time had passed.

you whispered softly, "lewis, I'll miss you no matter what, so please make me miss you the right way."

lewis' eyes lit up with hope and joy, and he gently pulled you into his arms. as you embraced, you both knew that this was a chance to have a fresh start, to rebuild what you once had. it wouldn't be easy, and there were still obstacles to overcome, but you were both willing to try.

in that moment, as you held each other tightly, you realized that sometimes, fate had a way of bringing people back together, even when it seemed impossible. and maybe, just maybe, this was the happy ending you had been longing for all along.

[gh0stly-mp3]

the path to you

yukimiya x gn!reader

synopsis: you and yukimiya pass by each other every day, put suddlently you stop appearing and he gets worried

tags: fluff, yukimiya is a gentlemen, strangers to friends/lovers, can be seen as platonic

warnings: mention of illness, might have some grammatical errors

a/n: hey! just asking, would you read a mma fighter!male reader fic? been thinking about it too much. byee 🏃‍♂️ - requests are open

Yukimiya is the type of person who likes to observe the things around him, as if every detail has something special to it. After all, one day he might not be able to see anymore.

He's not sure why, but ever since he started seeing you every day, at the same time, walking the same path, something inside him became… curious. It’s not like he was looking for anyone, but you… well, you always seemed interesting.

Every day, you would pass each other by. You two never spoke, but little by little, a kind silence started to build a connection between you. Yukimiya began to look forward to that moment, the moment when his eyes would meet with yours, even if it was just for a second. You always looked down or away, but when your eyes met his, he loved it. A shy smile, maybe, something that suggested you were starting to notice him too.

Yukimiya is not the type of person to shy away from approaching someone, quite the opposite. He has always been charismatic and confident, with his confidence up high. He’d stand there, sometimes just smiling, waiting to see if your shy smile would appear again. And it always did, even if quickly, like a reflex.

Then, one morning, the unexpected happened. You weren’t there.

At first, he thought maybe you were just running late. It happened from time to time. But when the next day came, and then the next, and the next… Yukimiya couldn’t help but feel a knot in his stomach. It wasn’t like you were great friends or anything, but… your absence bothered him. The poor boy found himself looking at the spot where you’d usually be, waiting for you to show up, but nothing.

The days turned into weeks, and he tried not to think too much about it, but the anxiety only grew. It wasn’t normal, I know, but… He was really worried.

And then, after two weeks, there you were again, with that familiar gaze and the lightness in your steps. His heart jumped.

The moment your eyes met, Yukimiya couldn’t hold back anymore. He couldn’t just smile from a distance like he used to. The need to know if you were okay, to understand what had happened, overtook him.

"Hey… I know you don't know me, but we pass by each other every day. And you suddently desappeared, are you okay?" - He asked, more urgently than expected, not really knowing what he was doing. - "My name is Yukimiya, by the way".

You seemed a bit surprised, like you hadn’t expected him to approach you directly. But then, your eyes softened, and with a small laugh, you said: "Yeah, I’m fine. I… was really sick these past few weeks. But I’m better now. Thank you for asking!"

Yukimiya felt an immediate sense of relief, but something else surfaced too. A desire to… be closer. To know more for you, if I could.

"I’m glad you’re feeling better! Sorry for approaching you like this" - He smiled, feeling the conversation open up in a way neither of you expect. - "If you want, I… could invite you for coffee later, just to talk. I don't know if it sounds weird, but I wanted to know you better."

What he didn’t expect was your look, almost surprised, but also with a hint of interest. What had once been just exchanged smiles on the street now seemed to have transformed into something more meaningful.

"I’d love that!" - You replied, and that simple answer made his heart race. - "I was also kinda interested in getting to know you. Let me give you my number!"

And so, with a shared smile, you both went your separate ways. But something inside Yukimiya told him that the routine of fleeting encounters were going to evolve into something more.

[kpop---scenarios]

Whiplash (7)

Pairing: Felix x Reader x Hyunjin

Genre: Street Racing, Gang, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Smut, Threesome-ish [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

Word Count: 1.9k

Taglist: @sheala--marie @kayleefriedchicken @chartrucewhore @cookiesnmilfx @thicccurls @aznstoner @velvetmoonlght @dvbkie099 @fawnpeaks

Previous Chapters

“Not so fast.” You say, pushing both men away from you, glancing between them both as you walk away, before turning around, pointing to the ground.

“Kneel.” You say.

Both men drop to their knees.

“Do you have anything to say to me?” You ask, tilting your head.

“We're sorry.” Felix sighs.

“For what, exactly?”

“For being so wrapped up in talking to Jennie, for not noticing you hadn't come back from the bathroom, for everything, baby.” Hyunjin tells you, looking up at you.

“Mhmm.” You sigh. “It doesn't feel sincere.”

“Please forgive us baby.” Felix pleads.

“We'll never do it again, please forgive us.” Hyunjin whispers.

“I don't know… I just don't know if I can forgive you.” you sigh.

“Oh?” Felix laughs. He and Hyunjin both get up from the floor, walking towards you now. “Do you have anything to apologize to us for?”

You let out a nervous laugh. You forgot about that part.

“Look, I don't care if you talk to her, just please don't forget about me next time.” You smile.

“That's fair, but we're waiting for our apology, baby.” Hyunjin smirks.

“I'm not apologizing for anything.” You laugh. “The two of you started it…” You trail off.

“No more Jennie talk.” Felix says. “Let us show you how sorry we are.”

He takes your hand, leading you towards the bedroom, Hyunjin following behind. Both men stand in front of you, taking their time undressing you, discarding your clothes and your panties onto the floor. You're pushed onto the bed, where they pull you to the edge, both men kneeling between your legs.

Hyunjin begins peppering kisses up and down your thigh as Felix licks a long strip up your already sopping pussy. His tongue moves all around between your lips, licking and flicking your clit gently as Hyunjin moves beside you. He grabs your breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking gently as Felix sucks your clit.

“Oh my.. fucking..god.” You breathe, your clit throbbing at the feeling of your orgasm building. Felix sloppily eats your cunt while he pushes two fingers inside you. Hyunjin begins sucking on your nipple a little harder, as Felix works his tongue and his fingers, making your back arch. You reach between your legs, gripping Felix's hair, pulling his face in closer to your cunt, trying to grind yourself on his face.

“Please.. please, fuck don't stop.” You scream as your orgasm bursts through your body, your eyes roll back while you work through it, letting go of Felix’s hair as your chest heaves.

Hyunjin stands up, unzipping his pants as he moves between your legs, Felix walks up to you, unzipping his pants as well, pulling his hard cock out. You move back into the middle of the bed, letting Hyunjin get on before he lifts your legs up, lining his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes himself into you, making you gasp as he stretches you out.

Felix crawls onto the bed, you turn your head to look at him as Hyunjin slowly fucks you. You open your mouth, taking as much of Felix’s cock as you can, wrapping your lips around him as he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

You try to moan but the sound is muffled, Felix's cock was stuffing your mouth as Hyunjin places his fingers on your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud while he rams himself into you.

“Such a good girl.” Hyunjin groans, his fingers digging into your thighs as he spreads them as far as he can. You reach up, wrapping your hand around Felix's cock as you slurp and suck him off. His hands on his hips as he throws his head back, enjoying the work your mouth was doing.

Hyunjin continues to rub your clit, causing you to wiggle beneath him, your second orgasm building far too quickly. You glance at Hyunjin, he smirks, he knows.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He whispers as he rubs your clit a little faster, pounding into you harder. Your eyes roll back as it hits again, you arch your back, crying out muffled sounds. Hyunjin fucks you harder, holding your legs in the air while he pounds into you, desperate for his own orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby.” Hyunjin groans, picking up his pace until he finally cums, shoving his cock deeper inside of you, spilling himself inside you. He pulls his cock out of you as Felix pulls out of your mouth. He walks over to you, holding your legs up as he pushes himself into you, your cunt stretched out all over again.

You cry out as he rams into you, hard and fast. His orgasm was close while you were sucking his cock, but he's desperate to cum in you.

“Please.” You moan. “Cum in my pussy, please fill me up more.” You gasp.

“Oh fuck.” Felix groans, his fingers digging into your legs as he grunts, pushing his cock into you.

“Say it again.” Felix groans, needing to hear your words again.

“Cum in my pussy… fill me up, please.” You gasp, tightening your cunt around him.

“Shit.” Felix groans, his own orgasm hitting. He moans loudly as he cums.

Felix pulls out, smiling at you as he helps you up, bringing you to the shower, where Hyunjin already was.

“Come on.” He smiles as Felix helps you pull the rest of your clothes off and Hyunjin helps you into the shower. It was just what you needed after that. Hyunjin took his time, washing your body, washing your hair and rinsing.

When it was time for you to get out, Felix handed you a warmed up towel to wrap yourself in and one for your hair. He guided you out into the room where he gave you some jammies to wear. You crawled into the bed, in the middle. Hyunjin crawled in next to you, while Felix went to shower. The two of you snuggled until Felix came out and joined you, snuggling in next to you with Hyunjin. You were blissfully happy, and you didn't think anything was going to change that.

Over the next few days, everything with the three of you was perfect. You had no complaints about the life you were living and you were happier than you had ever been. Life couldn't have been better.

“There's another race tonight.” Hyunjin tells Felix as you're getting dressed. They both look at you, but you don't react.

“Y/N?” Hyunjin asks.

“Yes?” You respond, turning to smile at him.

“How do you feel about that?” Felix asks.

“I'd like to go.” You say. “I think I need to.”

“Are you sure?” Hyunkin asks.

You nod your head. You felt sure in your head, but in your stomach your anxiety was flaring up.

“He will be there.” Felix says. You nod your head, slowly. You knew that. You were aware that San would be there but you didn't want to avoid the races just because of him.

“I know. It'll be fine.” You smile, finishing getting dressed.

A few hours later you're in the car with Hyunjin and Felix heading to the track that the races were being held at tonight. You were trying to quietly take deep breaths in the back seat at the thought of seeing San again. At the thought of Jennie being there again, what if something happened while Felix and Hyunjin were racing and all the guys were too busy again? You would need to fight him. You'd need to do something. You couldn't ve helpless against him, and you also couldn't keep relying on the others to save you from him. So you decided, if something were to happen with San you would do whatever you needed to to get away from him, but you really hoped you wouldn't have too.

“You gonna be okay, baby?” Hyunjin asks, placing his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close.

“I'll be fine.” You giggle. “Go. Kick Jinyoung's ass.” You grin.

Felix and Hyunjin give you a kiss before heading off to their car, leaving you with the other guys.

“Y/N, I swear, nothing will happen this time.” Chan tells you.

“Yeah, unless Jennie shows up.” You joke.

Chan laughs, but you were partly serious. You didn't like her, you didn't like her vibe. You didn't know her but you definitely didn't like her.

“She's here.” Chan says, pointing to another car. She was talking and giggling with some guys you had never seen before.

“It really seems like she gets around, huh?” You say. Chan shrugs his shoulders.

“I dunno, she's just really friendly.” He says.

“Yeah, overly friendly.” You murmur.

Hyunjin and Felix take off, practically leaving Jinyoung in the dust. You loved watching them race, and the feeling of them winning gave you a rush every single time.

“Go.. Go.. come on!” You yell, watching them round the corner, Jinyoung coming up closely behind them. You can see both Hyunjin and Felix laughing as Hyunjin adjusts the gear, and takes off even faster, crossing the finish line way before Jinyoung. You grin as you run to them, both of them wrapping their arms around you.

“Who do you race now?” You ask. They both look uncomfortable, looking at each other before back at you.

“It's San.” Felix sighs.

“Oh.” You respond. Well if he's racing then he can't bother you, right? “Good luck.” You smile, giving them each a kiss.

“You okay?” Felix asks. You nod your head. You were. You didn't think.. well you hoped San wasn't going to try anything with them. You hadn't heard from him in a while so you assumed he decided to move on. You hadn’t moved on and you probably wouldn't. You were still so fucking mad at him. You hated him.

“I'm fine.” You laugh. “Everything is fine. Go. Be safe.” You say to both of them. They turn and head for their car and you watch anxiously as the flag gets dropped, and they take off. You turn to talk to Seungmin and Changbin for a few minutes until you are going to be able to see the cars come back into view. You were nervous for them, even though San had been quiet, you didn't trust him in the slightest. You should have had the boys check their car over before racing him. Who knows what he could have done.

“I'm going to the bathroom quickly.” You say to Seungmin. He smiles and nods, continuing the conversation with Changbin as you walk away to the bathroom. You finish what you need to do, and head back to the group when someone grabs your hand. It couldn't be San, he and the boys were finishing the race. You turn to look, seeing a man with bleach blonde hair. Someone you vaguely recognized from the house San lived at.

“Who are you?” You ask, trying to pull your wrist from his grip.

“Look, San said I could do whatever I wanted with you when he was done with you, and I haven't seen him around you so I'm guessing he's done. And it's my turn to play.” He grins.

“I'm not his to give away.” You scoff. “Felix and Hyunjin are going to be done any second, not to mention there's 6 others that'll come kick your ass if I needed them too.” You spit.

“Are they gonna be back soon?” He smiles. “You're sure?” Seconds later, all you can hear is the sound of tires screeching before a loud crash, causing the man to laugh.

“Right on time.”

[lucy90712]

Can you please make a hector fort fic where he spends all his time with his friends and spends barely time with her. Then they were supposed to go on a date together and she waits for him to pick her up, she waits for 2 hours and goes to social media to see if he has posted anything and sees on his story a picture of him and her girl bestfriend having fun playing games. So she leaves the house with her stuff. When hector comes home he realises what he has done and tries to get back in contact with her but he fails. They don't see each other for a while but he notices her walking on a busy street and tries to talk to her. (ending with fluff please)

You: good morning amor hope training goes well don't forget about our plans tonight I'll be waiting for you 

Hector: have fun in class and don't worry I'll be there at 7 as promised 

You: love you 

That was the last I heard from Hector and now it's 8:32pm and he's still not here to pick me up. He promised he promised me he'd be here and that he'd make up for us not spending any time together. I should've seen it coming as he's been doing this for weeks he's promised time and time again that he will come over or we'll go on a date and then he never shows up. When I can finally get hold of him he always has an excuse either he was busy or with friends and lost track of time but whatever it is it hurts. I've done so much for Hector I've been there for him since we were kids and I've been there for every good and bad moment of his football career but he can't even manage to show up for one day or just to see me for an hour. 

We made the jump from being friends to being a couple just over a year ago and for the longest time he was the best boyfriend ever he treated me so well was super attentive and really made an effort to be romantic and take me on dates. I don't remember exactly when it changed I think it happened slowly over time but ever since he's started playing with the first team more he's been busier with training and matches which I understand but what I don't understand is spending every evening with his teammates who he sees all day when he could see me. It might sound selfish but I just miss my boyfriend he's already missed so much like he wasn't here when I was stressed over my big exams and he wasn't here when I got the results and he wasn't here when I needed him most when my mum went into hospital and I was scared and panicking. Just a few months ago he'd never dream of leaving my side during any of those times but now he barely knows they even happened. 

I text him once then twice then three times then I called multiple times but they all went unanswered. My last resort was to message him on Instagram as I know he won't have turned the notifications off for that but I didn't need to message him Instagram gave me my answer straight away. He had posted on his story showing him out with his friends and my best friend was with them too which was a whole other level of pain. My best friend knows all about my troubles with Hector yet she went out with him and his friends anyway and didn't even bother to tell me. That was the final straw I'm not dealing with this anymore I deserve better I deserve someone who will be there for me, not break promises and definitely not someone who makes me feel like this. 

My mind was racing but I quickly worked out what I wanted to do so I grabbed my keys and got in my car. Seeing as Hector wasn't in I decided now is the perfect time to go and get all the things I have at his place and leave the spare key I have that he gave me ages ago because I won't be needing it anymore. When I opened the door I immediately saw all the little things of mine there are that makes Hector's place feel just like my own some of my books are on his coffee table and my hair ties on the sideboard by the door. I spent some time grabbing all my things while trying not to cry that I was losing my boyfriend who I thought was the love of my life. Before I left I found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote Hector a note to tell him his I felt and why I was leaving and then put my key with it. Closing the door I felt like I was closing a chapter in my life a chapter I never wanted to close and one that's going to stay with me for a long time but it has to be done. 

Hector's POV

As soon as I opened the door to my apartment it felt weirdly empty like was something wrong but the door was locked and nothing looked like it has been stolen. Still I had a quick look around and then I noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter. Next to it was a key and that's when I realised what was wrong all of y/n's things were gone her books, her hair ties and all of the little things she leaves here were gone and this is her key that's now in my hand not with her like it should be. I knew the note would be from her but I didn't need to read it to know what was going on and what I'd done. I had promised to see her tonight as I've forgotten about the last few dates we've planned but I did it again my friends dragged me out after training and then I got carried away and forgot about the most important part of my day proving to y/n that I will do better. I really didn't want to read the note but I knew I had to I owe her that at the very least.

Dear Hector, 

I have left my key and taken my things because I'm done. I'm done because tonight we were supposed to go out you promised you'd pick me up at 7 and you promised you wouldn't forget like you have been for the last few months but you did. Instead of trying to prove to me that you love me and that the last few months have just been an anomaly you went out with your friends and my best friend leaving me waiting for you, calling and texting you until I saw your story. I can't do this anymore I love you but I can't let you treat me like this so I'm calling it here. I've really enjoyed the last year or so we've spent together but it's time for us to move on as clearly we aren't meant to be. 

I love you and probably will for the rest of my life but this is goodbye. 

Y/n xx

Those words hurt to read. I already knew I fucked up but to see the words written in front of me made it truly hit me how much I'd hurt her. She was the best thing that ever happened to me she was always there for everything no matter what she's been by my side through every up and down and I truly thought she'd be there for everything for the rest of our lives. I wanted her there for every achievement in my career and I wanted to be there for all of her achievements too. She was the one I didn't need anyone else I didn't want anyone else but now she's left me and I don't have my person anymore and I may never have her again. 

After the initial shock I tried to text her to see if I could apologise but she had already blocked me so I tried Instagram but she had blocked me on there too. I should've seen it coming but it upset me that I wouldn't be able to reach out to her and try and make things right or at least tell her how sorry I am for fucking this all up so badly. She's gone and it's all my fault that's what hurts the most if I hadn't been such an idiot then we'd still be together but no I had to go and ruin things with the best woman in the world. 

A few weeks later

Life has been hell for the last few weeks I've really missed y/n I've missed having her sat in the stands during matches and I've definitely missed seeing her. She's been in my life for the longest time not just as my girlfriend but as my friend so not having her in my life anymore and so suddenly as well has been really hard. I've definitely not been myself all of the guys keep asking if I'm ok and I tell them I am but we all know it's a lie they know how much I love y/n and they can see how it's destroyed me to lose her. I've tried time and time again to reach out to her but of course I'm still blocked I even text her best friend to get her to talk to y/n but she says she hasn't seen her or had any of her texts answered either so I have no way of telling her that I'm sorry. 

Everyone keeps telling me I need to try and move on and they're right it's just hard everything reminds me of y/n whenever I go anywhere I see places that we've been on dates to or just places we have memories at. Today I'm going to stop myself from moping about and go for a walk to clear my head as that's what I think I need to be able to move on or at least start to. I decided to go to the nearest park and walk around as it's relaxing and it should be quiet there which is what I need. 

The park was pretty empty there was a few people around; one couple with their baby an older couple feeding the birds and a girl who was sat on a bench with a book. The girl reminded me of y/n her hair was the same colour and reading in the park is something she loved to do. As I walked closer I realised that it actually was y/n she had headphones in and the book she'd been reading in her hands like she so often did when I went to see her. Seeing her made me stop in my tracks I didn't know whether to go and talk to her or just leave her be but then I realised this is my chance to talk to her and get closure at the very least. 

Your POV

Being without Hector has been hard I've missed feeling his touch and having him next to me when I sleep. So many times I've wanted to take it all back and run back to him but I know I can't or he'll think he can treat me like that again or someone else and I can't let that happen. Today is Wednesday which is the day that I had free from classes and usually I would spend all day with Hector so I've been sat at home all day thinking about him but I can't keep doing that so I needed to get outside. To give me something to do I walked to the park with my book. I found a bench with a nice view of the trees and the little pond with a few ducks and let myself forget about the real world. 

I was so in my own world that I didn't notice when someone sat next to me to start with until they sighed which brought me out of my trance. When I looked to my side I think I turned as white as a ghost because Hector was sat next to me with a look of pure sadness on his face. It took a few seconds for my brain to begin functioning again but when it did I leapt up and tried to run away. I'm not ready to face him again not when I've been trying so hard to forget about him and move on I blocked him and separated myself from him so I wouldn't have to do this. Before I could get more than a few steps away Hector placed a hand on my arm he didn't pull me back he didn't even hold my arm tightly but having his hand on me stopped me dead in my tracks. He encouraged me to sit back down so I did and I watched as his hand moved off my arm down to my hand which he held tightly in his grasp so I couldn't run again. 

"Hector" I started to say 

"No please let me talk" he interrupted 

"Ok but you have five minutes then I'm leaving" I said

"I'm sorry and I know move said that a lot recently but I really mean it when I got home and saw the note you left it broke me having all of your stuff gone from my apartment made it feel empty and not being able to see or talk to you has killed me I've missed you so much and I'll do anything to make it up to you" he said 

"How do I know that you actually mean it and that you'll actually change I told you how disappointed I was a million times and every time you told me you wouldn't forget the next time and then you always did it's like I wasn't important to you anymore how do I know that'll change" I said 

"I know I was an awful boyfriend but losing you has taught me a lot I know I can't treat you like that and I'd never dream of doing it again this might seem to much but you are truly the one for me I don't want to ever be with anyone else so please give me a another chance and I promise I'll do better and if I don't I'll let you go" he said 

"Ok but this is your last chance if you miss any date or anything without telling me and giving me a valid reason we're done" I said 

"I'll never miss a date ever again don't worry" he said 

"I can't lie I'm glad to have you back I've missed you so much it really hurt to walk away" I said

"And you'll never have to walk away again I'm here to stay" he said 

He pulled me into his side and leant down to kiss my lips which felt so good as I've missed having him by my side and I've definitely missed kissing him. He let me sit and finish the chapter I was reading before we left the park and went back to his place as he wanted to make things up to me straight away by having a movie date at home which he knows are my favourite. He's definitely off to a good start at making things up to me but honestly I'm just happy to have him back by my side. 

[evaglass]

Speculation about Mizu's parents pt. 4

Going back to the story of the Ronin and the Bride

This is official concept art, I believe. Look at the blue eyes, then specifically look at the baby, and the blanket the baby is wrapped around her. That blanket is seen somewhere else.

It looks like the blanket baby Mizu had laying below her

It's also seen again in a flashback when Mizu is a child and also used as her belt throughout the show.

Remember when I said that the Ronin and Bride could also represent her parents. Using the connections with the films that influenced the show, as well as hints of foreshadowing, I believe Mizu's mother found out she was pregnant, probably tried to run away to raise Mizu in safety (like the Bride in Kill Bill), realized that finding safety for both her and Mizu might take more time than she thought, left Mizu in the care the maid, during that time her actual mother was found and killed by one of the white men like Fowler stated before she could ever reunite with Mizu.

I also have a hunch that Mizu's biological mother died the same night Mizu's childhood home went up in flames, and she was left to survive on the streets. It would make the scene where Mizu is a child swearing to her 'mother' that she'll avenge them. Of course, Mizu was referring to the maid, who later turned out to survive that night, but then her quest for vengance later shifted to the reason being of her existence as a 'monster'.

I also believe the blue eyes of the Bride from the puppet show when she comes back as an Onryo are supposed to represent Mizu's mother's eyes as well, and that she got her blue eyes from her mother. Like Yuki, Mizu could be a representation of her mother's need for vengance after death.

Why? Well, because, as I said earlier, she could have tried to run away and find the best opportunity to leave Japan unnoticed (like how Beatrix tried to run away with her unborn daughter), but eventually was found and killed. So, her rage lives on through Mizu because her mother was taken away from her, was stripped of the chance to raise her, to be there when she was scared, lonely, or sad, to see all her milestones, to let her know that she loves her, etc.

Mizu could be a representation of her mother's rage beyond the grave, and she doesn't even know it

When Fowler finds out Mizu is actually a woman, he knows exactly who she is. That she was raised in hiding, that she had a maid raise her, that there's a high bounty for her.

I don't think Fowler laughed at the fact that Mizu is a woman, I think he might have laughed because he finds the situation ironic. He knows that Mizu is out for vengance because she's mad about her existence; that a white man, who brought pain to many people with his three fellow white men, impregnated her Japanese mother, causing her to be born a 'monster', and costing her the ability to live a normal life.

Fowler found out Mizu wants all her potential white fathers dead before he even found out she's a woman. After finding out Mizu is a woman, a specific woman too, he laughs because maybe he knows none of the white men are her father because it's mother who was the European one, and she's going through all that trouble only for the white person responsible for her existence to already be dead.

So if that's the case, why didn't Fowler just tell her? Well, do you honestly think Mizu would believe him? If anything, she could have seen the potential reveal of her mother being the European as getting him, Skeffington, and Routley to dodge responsibility. Fowler is a shitty person, but he's not stupid. Mizu is also a bit hot-headed, she probably would have definitely killed him if he revealed something like that.

Fowler knows Mizu being mixed-raced is a big insecurity for her and has proven to her that she will do anything to kill the people responsible for it. Fowler not telling her, could possibly be for the reason of simply buying himself time because him telling her she won't find Routley and Skeffington without him gives him the chance to find away to escape when they arrive at the British Isles.

Now, there's the question of who could be Mizu's father. I'll explain in part 5 (I know this already long, but I'm almost done)

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6

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*has a headache* It's ok, I took medicine.

The Observer

Prologue

Alastor X Godlike Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ reader can shape-shift to blend in, mention of blood, eye getting torn out, and wings ripped ⚠

You rolled your eyes as you watched your youngest brother sit atop his thrown, surrounded by angels.

Admittedly, his realm was beautiful but it was quite boring and filled with stuck up persons, but at least there were a few nice souls roaming about.

"Brother, please tell me you have something fun to do?", you asked but did not get a response.

You groaned and shifted into looking like an angel, now visible for the others to see.

Flying down, you approached one of the winged creatures and they stared back at you.

Blink blink.

"Hmm.. Nope. This got boring.", you sigh and shift back. "I'm going downstairs since you are 'so busy' with work.", you say to your brother and make quotation marks with your fingers.

You still don't get a reply.

With that, you cut open a portal and step through it. Shifting into looking like a sinner as your feet touch the grounds of Hell.

Maybe I should visit my nephew.. You thought as you walked down the street, blood, garbage, and some graffiti littered about. Lucifer is quite fun.

Before you could start heading to Lucifer's castle, a startling loud introduction to a tv show began.

A sinner with a television for a head started talking in a fast pace, talking down on what you assume is another sinner.

"Hm..", you crossed your arms.

Then there's a crackle. Turning to the sound, you find a radio behind a glass window.

"Oh! What a lovely vintage!", you say with sparkling eyes.

Humans were very interesting but then they became repetitive and you only checked in when there was something new. You collected quite a bit of the items that were made for fun.

"Salutations! Good to be back on the air.", a voice came through.

You didn't notice the crowd that formed behind you as the two sinners started going back and forth. The radio man not really talking to the other, but the television man trying his best to get the last say.

Then the power went out, the only light coming from the radio that was somehow able to stay on.

"Let's begin~ I'm gonna make you wish I stayed gone. Tune on in. When I'm done, your status quo will know its race has run. Oh, this will be fun~", the broadcast finished.

You were grinning, hiding it behind your hands.

Oh what a funny little fight! I want to see what the winner looks like! I can visit Lucifer after, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. You thought and made your way into a dark alley before shifting.

Now invisible, you glided over to follow the trail of static like magic, finding it connected to the radio that went towards a tower.

It was such and oddly paced thing, looking like it would fall over any minute.

Hm. I should walk through the door of the building it's attached to. You decided and shifted again, looking different than the form you took earlier.

This time you were taller and had a tail like a little devil. Your arms darkening to look like the night sky, with little speckles that looked like stars. Long horns sitting atop of your head that twisted in curls before straightening out.

"Oh, I like this one. I'll save this to wear again.", you said before knocking on the double doors.

It took a second before one of the doors was practically ripped open.

A blonde smiled widely up at you, reminding you of your nephew with the pink on their cheeks.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!", she greeted and stepped out of the way. "Please come in!"

Entering the building, you saw it was a fancy but run down hotel. It was quite nice but could use a little fixing. Too bad that you couldn't do anything to alter any of the realms you visited.

There could be so much you would fix.

"What is your name?", you asked the blonde woman, turning to look at her with a soft smile.

"Oh! My name is Charlie and I am the founder of the hotel! It's purpose is to rehabilitate sinners.", Charlie answered with a beaming smile.

"My! That is very interesting."

You followed her into the lobby and let her speak more about the hotel. Then, as Charlie was speaking, you saw an angel enter the room. Her long white hair flowed with slight movement as she stood next to the blonde.

"Who is this?", she asked, crossing her arms.

She glared at you like you had done something unspeakable.

Oh, what have they done to you? You wondered. If an angel is down here, they must have done something wrong or someone from upstairs unjustly cast them out.

"Oh, um..", Charlie looked at you. "What is your name?"

"I am just here to look around, see something new.", you said. "I have no name but you can call me Penjani."

"What do you mean you have no name?", the angel asked.

"Vaggie-"

"It's alright.", you wave off Charlie's concern. "I was never given a name, I was just created and left to wander."

It was somewhat true.

You did not get a name, but the humans and other creatures of the universe named you many things or didn't even know about you. But that's how its always been.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..", the angel, Vaggie looked at the floor.

"It's alright, no harm done.", you patted her shoulder.

With contact, you saw why she was down in Hell.

Adam, the first man, had abandoned her after she defied orders. Her wings cut off and her eye tore out by another angel, an exorcist. You took your hand back after seeing all that you needed too. Finding out Charlie was the Princess and family.

"I actually came to see something else too.", you said with a closed eyed smile.

The two looked at you, curious.

"What else did you want to see?", the Princess asked.

You pointed up. "Who occupies the tower?", you asked. "The black one with red tinted windows."

That is when you actually started to feel the buzz from the static you were following earlier. It crawled across your skin, leaving tingles as it passed down.

Then a new voice spoke up.

"That would be me."

Looking behind you to find where the voice was coming from, you saw a red deer demon. His hair, clothes, and eyes were red. A handsome face that you remember seeing before, around the nineteenth century if you recall. He was a dashing human and now he was a devilishly handsome demon.

He grinned once your eyes were on him, as if he was satisfied with your attention.

"I am Alastor, The Radio Demon."

A song helped me get the rest of this typed out. Thank the Dolly Parton song, Jolene.

~Seline, the person.

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