#I have no idea what's going on I stopped the game to cackle and make this post

[gabbingwaves]

Jiyan's most dire foe yet: A sapient bubble.

[headdinthewall]

NO MONEY ──  c.dixon  ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : in which you do the ‘i cant help pay the bills trend’ on your boyfriend, chris a/n : sorry for there not being the inside part3, idk when it’ll be out because i have so many little one shot ideas rn but yeah! also og idea goes to @georgeclarkeys thank you for letting me use your idea!🫶🏼 this is quite short but i hope it’s okay x content : established relationship ,, innuendos & chris being dirty

─────── THE SOUND OF the tv played throughout the apartment as you shared the sofa space with Arthur Hill. George was currently out on a date with someone and Chris was doing some sort of content filming in his room, so you gave him the space he needed and yourself in the living room.

Some crappy soap was playing, neither of you paying attention to it as you were both scrolling on your phones.

Your doomscrolling came to an intriguing end as Faith’s tiktok video game up, one of her telling Ethan she couldn’t contribute to the bills for the month, resulting in him just kind of blankly staring at her and laughing.

You turned your phone to Arthur, “What if I did this on Chris?”

He chuckled and nodded, “Please do it.”

You smirked mischievously, standing up off the couch and shuffling towards Chris’ room. Your fluffy sock-clad feet slipped along the wooden floor smoothly and you knocked.

“Yeah?!”

You started recording on your phone, making sure the flash was off and opened the door, “Chris? I just need to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, sure, lovely.” He removed his headset so that it was resting around his neck and looked up at you with full interest.

“I just needed to tell you that I can’t help pay the bills this month.” You muttered, playing the ashamed, bashful role incredibly well.

Chris blinked up at you with a blank look on his face, “Uh … what?”

“The bills. I don’t have enough money to put towards the bills, so I’ll just do it for next month instead.”

He snorted, covering his mouth with his knuckles, “Sorry, when have you ever helped pay the bills?”

“Well …” Shit. He was right. And that wasn’t because you were selfish and made him pay, no. It was because he was adamant that you didn’t need to spend a penny on the bills, not when he was already ‘rolling in it’. His words, not yours. “I wanted to start.”

“Yeah, and I’ve already told you I’m not letting you.” Chris laughed, not taking this seriously at all.

“Chris, it’s not funny.” You suppressed your own laughter, “I can’t contribute any money.”

This time, he actually cackled at your whiny voice, “You have never paid the bills on this apartment in our entire relationship, why do you think I would suddenly care if you have no money to help contribute?”

“I just thought I’d tell you.” You shrugged.

“Okay, well don’t.” He sassed, “Just shush, yeah? I don’t expect you—“

“Chris!” You gasped at his attitude, chuckling slightly.

“What?!” His voice raised slightly in a playful manner, “What do you want me to do, bend you over my knee and spank you? Like, what?”

“Okay, well now you’re being inappropriate.” You huffed with fake dramatics, glancing down at your phone, making sure his face was in frame.

“You’d like it though.” Chris smirked, hands moving back to his headset, “Can I go back to editing this video now so that I can pay the bills so you don’t have to?”

“You’re too sassy.” You grumbled, walking out and stopping the recording.

You skipped back over to the sofa and replayed the video to Arthur, who laughed at it and told you to post it, which you did, making sure to tag Chris.

comments:

chrismd.official ffs i should’ve known

↳ willne it’s your own fault for not noticing the massive fucking phone in her hand. it’s bright blue lad.

↳ chrismd.official too distracted by her beautiful face x

↳ yourusername ergh…

user1 i love her she’s so funny☠️

user2 HELP? THE SPANKING THING???

user3 it’s so obvious they get down and dirty, despite him being a tiny little man

↳ yourusername he does it on stilts

↳ chrismd.official it’s just not true though is it

↳ georgeclarkeey he has a little trampoline to help him get up on the bed, i’ve seen it in their wardrobe

user4 iconic couple

user5 surprised he found someone shorter than him to be honest with you

↳ yourusername im pushing 6’0

↳ arthurhill69 you’re 5’3

user6 chris’ search history a year ago: ‘how to get the girl that’s shorter than me, funnier than me and hotter than me’

faithlouisak why do men always get so sexual with it😒😒

↳ yourusername men☕️

↳ behzinga ????

↳ chrismd.official what??

user7 ‘okay well dont’ gosh why is he part of the sassy man apocalypse

[xxblairexxss]

A fresh start

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x singlemom!reader

Theme : Angst, fluff

Word count : 4.2k

Part 2

Requested!

In which Charles had a crush on the new member of the team without knowing he was already a good friend of her toddler.

It gets a little heavy near the end so heads up! Not proofread!

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"There seems to be a problem with the downforce. It kind of eats the tyre quite a lot."

Charles felt a touch on his hip while he was too busy listening to the engineers. Looking down, he saw a small kid patting on his leg, while the other hand seemed to be offering him something. "Hey, are you giving this to me?" He asked, pulling the headset from his ear as he crouched down.

"Yeah! My mom always gives me candy whenever I am stressed with my homework. You can—oh." The little kid fumbled with the wrapping paper that was securely wrapped around the lollipop. "I can’t take the plastic off for you. Sorry…"

"Oh, it’s okay. Let me help you." Charles twiddled with the wrapper as it went loose before he pulled it off. "There! Oh, for me? Are you sure?"

"No stress! Bye bye!" The toddler waved and sprinted off, leaving Charles with the strawberry lollipop in his hand.

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"Any idea who she is?" Charles nudged Joris and tipped his chin towards the girl who was across the room.

"She’s part of the communication executive." Joris took a quick glance and went back to his phone.

"I have never seen her before." His eyes were latched on the girl, seeing the way she talked with her hands, nodding and smiling at whatever the other girl was talking about.

"She just joined the team."

"What’s her name?" Charles nudged Joris again, causing him to heave a sigh and stand up.

"Y/N!" Joris called out.

"Joris! What the fuck?" Charles slapped his friend’s leg and looked away. The phone in his hand seemed to be looking much more interesting, though it wasn’t even turned on. While his fingers were dancing and tapping on any random buttons on his phone, his ears were listening to the conversation—well, more like listening to her voice. It was weird how he had never seen her before, but Joris seemed to be getting along with her very well.

"That was Y/N." Joris gave a smile, stealing a peep from Charles’s phone, and laughed when he saw it was on camera, capturing Charles’s face from an angle below. "Nice picture, by the way. Is that why you couldn’t stop looking at it when she was here?"

"Very unnecessary, Joris. You could have just told me her name." He threw his cap on and stood up to leave the room.

"I thought you wanted to get to know her." Joris exclaimed, seeing his best friend walking away.

"I can figure that one myself!"

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"Charlie!"

"Hey, Adam! Give me a five!" He bent down as the little one hopped and touched their hands together. This has been his fourth time seeing him, and every single time, his visit would get longer and longer. The first time he met the kid, he just dropped by to give him candy and walked away. This time, he came by with candy and shared a few little jokes and games.

"Do you always wander around the paddock alone? Your dad never gets mad." He ripped the top off the candy and handed it to the kid.

"No, mommy won’t be mad if I just stay around the red garage. Oh! Sour!" His face scrunched up, making the driver cackle.

"Oh? You’re with your mom? Dang, this is sour." He made a face and shivered as the sourness hit.

"Yeah, I’m with mommy! Daddy is…" He looked down, his bottom lips jutting out. Charles knew right away it wasn’t something light if this was the reaction coming from a 4-year-old kid, so he cut the topic short.

"You don’t have anything sweet in there? I’m not a fan of sour candy."

Adam patted his pockets and shook his head. "No more candy! I stole that from mommy. Shh, she didn’t know." He put his pointy finger on his lips and giggled.

"Your secret is safe with me, buddy. I have to go. See you around, Adam!" Charles stood up and gave the little one a pat on the head before he went to get Andrea for his short meeting before the press conference.

"This will be your..." 

Charles was slapped with what felt like a brick when it was just a file of papers, but the sting was unexpected, causing him to lean back as he covered one side of his face with his hand.

"Oh! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Did I just slap you?"

Chuckling, he shook his head and pressed his palm on his eyes—the ones that just got slapped on. "No, no. Well, yes, I’m okay. Are you–"  Her beauty from up close astounded him, erasing all vocabularies in his head as he went blank. "You are beautiful," he muttered.

"Sorry?"

"Oh? Oh, nothing. Y/N, right?" He offered a handshake with the widest grin. "I’m Charles."

"Everyone knows who you are, Charles." You laughed, accepting the handshake. "How do you know my name? I never properly introduced myself."

"Oh, Joris told me." He answered, his eyes still on her, making him look like a fool without realising it.

"Do you have anything else to say? Because I need to." She pointed the other way. "I need to head there."

He pulled himself back to his senses and stepped aside. "Oh, sorry about that. I’m not going to hold you any longer."

"Sorry about that. Good luck in the qualifying round!"

"Oh, wait! Is this yours?" He crouched down and took the sour candies on his feet. The same one he got from the kid

"Oh, yeah! Must have slipped off my hand. Thank you!"

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"Mommy, look!"

You took the paper that he handed to you and cackled at the drawing. "What is this, sweetheart?"

"Guess, mommy! Look, I drew the moustache too." He pointed at the little lines, wearing the proudest smile.

"A moustache? Is that a cat?"

"Yes! Like the one we used to have!" He started collecting all of his marker pens and coloured pencils, placing them in his small pencil case as he saw you start packing your stuff. "Are we going back already?"

"Yeah, mommy’s all done with my work, so we can head back early. Should we go on a little date and get ice cream?" Shutting down your laptop, you placed them in the case when Adam seemed to be rushing to go somewhere with his little backpack. "Where are you going?"

"Mommy, wait! I haven’t met Charlie!"

"What even is Charlie?" You muttered, picking up the missing marker pens he had missed for rushing.

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"Hey, munchkin! I was waiting for you." Charles grinned and offered his hand for a high five. "Where have you been?"

"Oh! I’m going back already. Wait!" He sneaked his little hand into his pocket and frowned when he couldn’t find the thing he was looking for. Charles then saw him pull his arms off his small backpack and sneak his little hand inside the small compartment. "This is for you!"

"You are going home? Why?" Taking the small Mars bar from the little one, he kept it in his hand as he helped him put on his backpack again.

"Mommy’s done with her work early today, so I’m going out on a date!"

Charles grabbed his little arm before he could sprint away. "You? You are going out on a date? Wait, with who?"

"Adam!"

The driver’s facial expression went blank as he heard the voice. The little arm in his hand slipped off as he saw the little one run and hug the legs of the woman he has been dying to talk to over the past couple of months.

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"Mommy!"

You ruffled his hair as he crashed into you. "Have you met your Charlie?" Bending down, you squeezed his chubby cheeks as you took his hand in yours.

"Yes! That’s Charlie!" He exclaimed, pointing at someone.

You saw Charles still crouching down with a Mars bar in his hand. He was already looking at you as you laid your eyes on him. He looked surprised and stunned, as he didn’t seem to catch the smile you gave.

"He's—he’s yours? Adam, is your kid?" He queried, taking steps closer.

"Yeah, he’s my son. Wait–" Looking down, you cupped his little cheek. "Adam, Charlie, is Charles? Is this the friend you have been giving your candy away to?"

"Yes!" he squealed.

You thought he had been making friends with a cat or any other person, but not with an actual driver, because who would have thought he would have the most time in the world to be friends with a 4-year-old kid? "I’m so sorry if he had been bothering you. I truly had no idea about that.”

"It’s okay, Y/N. I got free candies." He showed the Mars bar he had in his hand, making you chuckle.

"I am going out on a date with mommy. Do you want to come?"

His words became a mumble as you quickly covered his mouth. "Charlie is busy, Adam." Tilting your head back and facing the driver, you asked the little one to wave before walking away. "I’ll get going now. Say bye, Adam."

"Bye, Charlie!"

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"What’s with that smile?" Joris peeked his head to look at the little kid, who kept looking back every now and then to wave his little hand at the driver.

"Nothing." Charles ripped off the Mars bar in his hand and took a bite of it, cocking his brow at Joris, who seemed to have more questions. "What?"

"Nothing." He mimicked Charles’s expression and moved away before he could get hit in the head.

"You didn’t tell me she had a kid." Charles blurted.

"I thought you wanted to figure it out yourself. Why? Does it change anything?"

"What do you mean?" He queried, taking another bite from the chocolate bar.

"Does it change your little crush on her now that you know she has a kid?"

"No, not at all. I like her even more now." He chuckled and did a double take on his friend. "Wait, how do you know I have a crush on her?"

"Because you aren’t being too discreet about it. I bet Adam knew it too. Give me that." Joris snatched the chocolate bar from the driver’s hand and took the last bite. "You shouldn’t eat too much sweet for your diet, you know."

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"Adam, I need your help." The sound of music in the room was cut off when the driver finally spoke what had been in his head for weeks. Charles was lying down on the couch in his driver room with his little friend, while the little one was too busy colouring the dinosaur from his book.

"More candy?" He asked, switching to a different colour pencil from his case.

"No, not candy. I wanted to ask your mom on a date." He put his phone away and sat up, looking at the little one full of anticipation.

"No."

"Wait, what? Why?" Charles stood up and took a seat by Adam’s side. He casually started participating in the colouring activity as he took a blue pencil and started filling in the tail section of the dinosaur. "I thought we were friends?"

"Mommy only goes on a date with me."

"She might want to go on a date with me." He assured him, helping him change to a different coloured pencil.

"I don’t want mommy to cry again, so, no. I need to go now!" He stood up and packed his colourful stuff inside his little backpack with the help of the driver.

"I won’t make her cry, Adam." Charles handed him his colouring book as the toddler stood up to leave.

"That’s what Daddy used to say too. Bye bye, Charlie!"

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"Charlie hurt?" 

"Yes, sweetheart. He crashed today, so you shouldn’t bug him, okay? Just stay here." You pinched his little cheek before handing him his iPad. "Not too long. Turn it off when mommy says so, alright?"

Adam did listen to you and stayed in the break room while you sorted out a few things before race day tomorrow. There wasn’t any meeting until the next hour, so you got to do your work while listening to your kid watch Coco ten times this weekend.

Until you heard a knock on the door,

"Hi. Uhm, I’m looking for Adam." Your eyes widened as the driver peeked his head inside the room.

"Charlie!" He put his iPad to the side and hopped off the couch to run straight into Charles’s arms.

"Why didn’t you come to see me?"

"Mommy said I shouldn’t bug you. Are you okay?" You chuckled when he cupped the driver’s cheeks with his small hands.

"Yeah, I’m okay. Wait, actually, not really."

To that, Adam gasped and covered his mouth with his hands. "Oh, no! You need candy?"

"Come here." Charles pulled your son to the end of the room, so you were no longer able to eavesdrop on the conversation.

You saw those two start whispering something, giggling, and laughing while you were left out. "Bye Charlie!" He waved as the driver trod, leaving the break room.

"Bye, munchkin. See you, Y/N. You look beautiful in a ponytail, by the way."

You were taken back by the sudden compliment, and your hand went to stroke your hair now that he mentioned it. "But I always have my hair tied?"

"Yeah, that’s what I meant." He gave a wink before walking away, leaving you and your toddler, who seemed to find the whole situation funny.

"What did he tell you?" You tried to pry into their business, acting casual by going back to your work.

"It’s a secret!" He winked, which looked more like a face scrunch as he went back on his iPad, making you frown in confusion.

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"Go! Open the door!"

"I can’t. Give me a second."

"Why?"

"I’m nervous, buddy."

"I’ll open it for you!"

"No, no!"

You were staying in the break room, playing with your phone while your little one stayed outside, watching an army of people in the paddock celebrate the drivers on the podium. He had promised to stay just outside the room so you wouldn’t have to worry about him being in the crowd, but minutes later, you kept hearing whispers right outside the door. You weren’t sure who the owner of the other one was, but you were so sure one of them belonged to your son.

"Mommy?" 

"The door is not locked, love. Just come in." You replied and went back to your phone, expecting him to walk in, but he didn’t.

"Go, Charlie!”

"Is there anything wrong?" Placing the phone away, you pushed the door open and saw that your toddler kept on pushing the driver towards your door. "Charles? Do you need anything?"

"Y/N. Actually–"

"Charlie wants to ask you out on a date!" Adam cut in.

The words made you flabbergasted. That was impossible. Why would he ask you out on a date when every woman he met on a daily basis dressed up way better and had better body shape than you?

And they were single. While you were a divorcee, you even had a kid.

"Stop joking around, Adam. Leave Charlie alone, okay?" Adam hid behind the driver as you tried to grab his arm, giggling while hugging Charles’s legs.

"Would you go out on a date with me?"

You gave a dry smile and shook your head right away. "Sorry, Charles. I have a kid, remember? Who’s going to take care of him if I—“

"Joris will play with me! Right, Charlie?" He pulled on the Ferrari’s shirt, chuckling as he felt Charles’s hand on his neck.

"Joris agreed to take care of Adam for one night. They are best friends." Charles assured.

"I can’t, Charles. I’m so sorry."

He followed you inside while Adam stayed outside to find Joris. "But why?" You ignored him. "Y/N, why?"

"I should be asking you that. Why me? I don’t get it. I have a kid, Charles." You took your phone and started taking your laptop bag.

"And what’s wrong with that?"

"Nothing’s wrong, but you have all those hot girls ready for you to ask them out. I am way out of your league, Charles." 

He held your arm to stop you from walking out of the room. "I got Adam’s permission, and I promised him that I was going to take you out. Please give me a chance."

"How did you get his permission?"

You saw him awkwardly smile as he scratched the back of his neck. "He promised me his permission if I ended up in the top 5 this weekend."

Laughing, you rolled your eyes at how ridiculous the deal was.

"Is that a yes?" He tilted his head, having a little faith in how the tension in the room seemed to die down.

"Fine. Just one date."

To that, he bit his lips and threw up a fist. "Yes! You’ll be in Maranello next weekend, yeah? I’ll pick up."

"Sure, I’ll send you the address."

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"Be nice to Joris, alright?"

"Mommy looks very pretty!" He placed both of his palms on your cheeks and gave you a kiss before hugging you by the neck. "Have fun with Charlie! Let me know if he makes you cry, and I’ll." He showed you his little fist. "I’ll hit him!"

Giggling, you kiss him back on his cheek. "I thought you said he was nice."

"Yeah, Charlie is very nice. That’s why I let him take mommy out on a date." He ran towards the main door as Joris helped put his sneakers on. "Bye mommy!"

Back then, when he was born, you always worried if you were able to raise him all on your own. If you could take on both responsibilities as his mother and father figure at a young age, You were grateful enough, as he had grown up to be a very gentle and cheerful kid, despite what he had witnessed occasionally whenever your ex-husband paid a visit. He was never a good dad. He never wanted to be one. Adam barely called him dad. He never knew what it felt like to have a dad, but he would always reassure you that he was glad enough to have the perfect mom. Though you tried to keep your marriage problems between you and your ex-husband, Adam was smart enough to figure out what his dad was like. Whenever your ex-husband came by, you would always get bruises on your body. Maybe that was why your little one grew up to be very protective of you, despite his age.

Charles had told you he was a few minutes away, so you weren’t expecting to see your former spouse when you opened the door.

"Where are you going?" He pushed the door and walked inside as if he had any right to do so.

"It’s none of your business. Please leave."

"It’s my house. Where’s Adam? And why are you all dressed up?" He scanned you up and down, smirking as if you looked humorous.

"Leave, please."

"Come on, baby. I haven’t seen you for months. I have missed you."

You pressed your lips into a thin line, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Whenever you were home, he would always come by to ask for sex. He would beat you up if you ever resisted any of his attempts, but you would rather get beaten than be in the same bed with him again. You were just glad Adam wasn’t here to witness it all again. "Leave me alone!" You yelled, pushing him off from pinning your body against the wall.

"You fucking bitc—who’s that?" His hand, which was about to hit you in the face, came to an abrupt stop when the doorbell rang.

"It’s no one." The doorbell rang again.

"Go and open the door. It’s fucking annoying." He pushed you on your head, making you jerk forward towards the door.

You wiped on your tears that rolled down your cheeks before twisting the lock as you were greeted by Charles, with his dimples that went shallow as soon as he saw you.

"Y/N? Are you crying?"

You let out a sob and tilted your face away from the tears that rolled down your cheeks again. "I’m sorry, I can’t make it today."

"What’s wrong? Did something happen?" He gently tilted your face and felt his stomach drop when he saw your broken expression. "What happened, Y/N?"

"I–" You sobbed again.

"She wants you to leave, kid."

Charles pushed the door wider as he walked in and stood in front of you. "Who are you?"

"I’m her husband."

You felt his hand on your arm as he pulled you closer; his gaze was still locked on the older guy.

Charles let out a chuckle, seeing how absurd this whole situation was. "So, you are the ex-husband. Well, I don’t think it was me who wasn’t supposed to be in here."

"Kid, this is my house, and that bitch that you are touching is mine." He snarled.

"Don’t call me that. And she’s not yours." Charles furrowed at the man, feeling your hand gripping his arm.

"Ah, so she’s yours now? Did you claim her yet?"

"She’s not mine. She’s no one's possession because she’s not a fucking item. You should leave." His teeth were clenched as his gaze pierced the man. "Leave before I call the cops on you."

"I’ll get going first, baby. See you when this motherfucker is gone, yeah?" You flinched when you felt his cold skin on your cheek.

"Don’t fucking touch her." Charles yanked his hand away and locked the door after the older man was gone, leaving you and him alone.

"Did he hurt you?" Charles cupped on your face, heaving a sigh of relief when there wasn’t anything serious as you shook your head at his question.

Charles wanted to ask a lot of questions, but you were still shaken up by the whole thing, so he grabbed you by your hand as both of you settled down on the couch.

"You can leave, Charles. I’m sorry for ruining your night."

"It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. And who said the date was ruined? Adam told me you love pizza, so are you up for a pizza night?" He found himself grinning when he saw that little smile on your beautiful face.

It was supposed to be a romantic dinner date; instead, you were sitting on the couch with a box of pizza while watching a Disney movie. Charles had to pick out the pineapple on every slice of pizza and vocally judged you on your preference because there was no way he could eat a pizza with a pineapple together.

But it was a very fun night. It was enough to make you completely forget what had happened earlier, but enough to not make the day all about that.

"Y/N, can I ask something?" He picked out another pineapple, trying so hard not to make a disgusted face, which made you laugh.

"Is this about what happened?" You confirmed.

"Yeah, but if you don’t feel comfortable answering, then it’s fine." Charles took a bite of his now pineapple-free pizza.

"No, it’s okay. You can ask." You collected the pineapple he picked off and ate it on its own.

"How long?"

"How long has it been since he did that? It was on and off. If he got a new girlfriend, he would stop coming by for a couple of months." You saw the look he had on you, and it made you feel sad at how bad your life has turned out to be.

"You didn’t report to the police?"

"I did, but I never got any further updates. I even tried to move away, but he always managed to find me back. Which is why I’m always happy whenever I have to travel for work. That way, he won’t be able to ruin my life, and Adam could live his life as a child without having to worry about me." You looked away as you started to clean up the empty box as an excuse so you wouldn’t have to look at his face any longer or you would be crying again.

"I’ll see what I can do. It’s about time for the authority to take action about this. I promise I’ll help you."

"Thank you, Charles. I owe you a lot. I really don’t know how to pay you back." You beamed and dipped your hand in the small box.

"You still owe me a proper date?"

"Fine, make it the second date. Do you want candy?" You handed him one as you popped one in your mouth.

"Ah!" Charles blurted it out, making you jump. "How could I miss this?" He took the sour candy and burst out laughing. It was the same candy that he had been getting from Adam way before he found out he was related to you. "Adam had been stealing your sour candies all this time to share them with me."

"Really?" You laughed along, connecting the dots as to why your candy seemed to be way less than it should have been.

"Guess I love sour candies now." He threw one into his mouth and shivered at the sourness.

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Pink Poly Club (miromabby) Part 2

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Summary: Mira had a solo interview—at least, that’s what she thought. But right when it started, two pink-haired boys showed up and joined in. What was meant to be calm quickly turned into a chaotic interview with all three of them. No one knew what was going to happen next.

Word Count: 1250

a/n: im bad w titles and posting. lets just say this is part two even though there's no significant connection between the first fic i posted.

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“What do you think of the ship MiRomAbby?” the host asked Mira.

With a forced smile, she looked at the camera. “I think our fans are creative, but there’s nothing going on between us.”

The audience let out a chorus of disappointed “Aww”s and suspicious “Hmm”s, some clearly thinking she was lying. She wasn’t though.

“Is that so?” the host asked. He stood up and turned to face the crowd. The studio lights were blinding, but his smile was even brighter—like he had something up his sleeve. “Actually, we have surprise guests today. Would you like to meet them now, folks?”

Mira’s brows furrowed. She sat up straight. She hadn’t been informed of this.

“LET US ALL CHEER for Romance and Abby of Saja Boys!”

The crowd went wild—but Mira’s heart went wilder.

What? They’re here?!

No one told her. No one warned her.

Fans squealed and chanted as the boys made their entrance, the guys had their eyes immediately locked in on her. Their smiles teased with a sweet charm that made the air a little warmer.

She averted her gaze, ignoring the weird tingling feeling in her chest. Stop it, Mira.

They waved at the crowd like boy band royalty, soaking in the cheers of the people. Mira didn’t move. She was trying to compose herself.

They took their respective seats on either side of her. She noticed how they were always like this, keeping her in the middle. It was like this during their fansign event, and it's the same now.

Mira tried to play it cool, but the host had other ideas.

“So, who confessed first? Was it Mira?”

 She was visibly taken aback, “As if! Nobody confessed anything—”

“Yet.” Abby cut her off playfully.

 The crowd was loving this. Mira, not so much.

“I’ve asked Mira. About time we hear your answers too.” The smug look on the host’s face was irritating. “What do you think of MiRomAbby?”

“Oh, we heard there were rumors,” Romance stated, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. “And we thought, why not confirm everything?”

“What?” Mira whipped her head in his direction. He met her gaze with a sweetly masked innocence.

Abby nodded, “Yeah. Like, confirm that we’re all just friends…with really good chemistry.”

The host cackled, clearly thriving. “So no truth to the MiRomAbby ship?”

Romance lazily leaned in. “I mean, unless Mira wants to change her answer.”

“I don’t.” Mira blinked, her response quick.

“You sound so sure.” Abby chuckled in amusement. It was close to her ear, making her shift in her seat.

“Because I am sure.” her gaze sharp and challenging.

The host clapped his hands together, bringing the attention back to him. “Alright, time for a little fun. We’ve got some stuff prepared that were highly requested—”

Mira huffed. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“—from your fans.” The host grinned. “Let’s start off with a classic: the heart monitor game!”

Some staff emerged from the sidelines to stick the sensor patches onto them. Their heart rates appeared on the big screen for everyone to see. Mira’s was already elevated, while the boys’ were on the lower side.

“Seems like someone’s a little nervous…” Romance teased, his voice smooth and low.

Mira took a deep breath. “It’s because I’m annoyed. That’s all.”

His brow quirked upwards, a small grin playing on his lips. Ugh, why is she even looking at him?

“And now it’s time for some Truth or Dare.” The host barely let the tension settle. “This one comes from sajaxhuntrix4ever. They said: ‘I dare you to hold hands for 10 minutes. If you let go, you’ll have to redo. P.S. We love you and support pink poly!’”

Mira’s blood ran cold. The cheers were deafening.

“Now that’s one way to start the game,” the host laughed. “Alright then, the timer starts once you hold hands.”

Abby offered his hand to her, head slightly tilted, eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “Whenever you’re ready, Mira.”

He said her name slowly, like he was enjoying the sound of it on his mouth. Her heart was already thudding in her chest. She glanced up at the screen and saw the BPM number climbing higher. No. Calm down.

With an abrupt motion, she grabbed both their hands without another thought. Let’s get this over with.

The timer began.

Romance shifted into a more comfortable position and casually readjusted his hold on her. He slid his warm fingers between hers, lacing them together with a satisfied hum. Mira chose to ignore it.

“Okay, next one is from the user supremecolorpink. They asked: ‘Why can’t you just date? Don’t worry, we support you!’”

Mira sighed. “I appreciate all the support, but it’s simply because I’m not… interested.”

That slight hesitation. What happened to being sure, Mira?

“That's not a very nice joke,” Abby teased, bringing their intertwined hands on his chest with a sly smile. “Not even a spark of interest?”

Yeah, no, I'm definitely not interested...right..?

She could feel the warmth of his chest seeping into the back of her hand. Her throat suddenly felt dry, “Enough. Next.”

“Between Romance and Abby, who do you like more?”

The two boys exchanged glances.

“None.” Mira was quick with it, her eyes shut tight with restraint.

More ridiculous questions followed, and somehow, she managed to get through them. When does this end?

The host chuckled before he read the next card. Upon reading, his eyes widened a fraction. “Ah, finally, another dare—and it’s a fan favorite: the Pepero Game!”

The room erupted in cheers of excitement, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in Mira’s chest. No, not like this.

The host took notice and didn't miss a beat.

“Well, would you look at that? Someone’s excited.”

Excited?

Mira looked to her left, as if trying to hide her face from the crowd. Things were starting to feel uncomfortable, and her shoulders grew tense. She didn't like this. She wanted to make the fans happy but not at the expense of her own. The room now feels suffocating.

Suddenly, she felt gentle, comforting rubs on both her hands, like it was trying to help her relax. She slowly glanced down at one hand, then the other—then up at their faces. They weren't even looking at her but their thumbs were rubbing soft soothing circles on her hands.

“Alright, Mira, you’ll need to choose a partner—” the host began, already scanning between Romance and Abby with a grin.

But before he could finish, Abby raised his free hand with a chuckle, “Actually, I think we’re overdue for a water break. I might pass out.”

A few people laughed from the crowd. Some were concerned.

Romance nodded, grinning. “Yeah, I’m thirsty too.”

“Oh look, the timer’s up. We can let go now.” he added.

Romance and Abby gently released Mira’s hands. She blinked, still trying to process the sudden shift. They removed the sensor patch from Mira's body, both their eyes fixed on her face.

“You’re thirsty too, right, Mira?” Abby asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Come on, let’s go.”

That’s when they led her backstage.

Minutes later, a staff member whispered to the host that the three idols had slipped away, mentioning something about an emergency.

Whispers began to swirl instantly. Fans speculated wildly, their phones lighting up with theories and guesses. Had they ditched the show?

The buzz didn’t die down for the rest of the night.

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it's so embarassing that i dont know how to use this thing </3 i feel like a grandma but im not that old i swear (or maybe i am) im just not a tumblr typa gal. dont laugh at me or maybe do, as long as it makes u happy. you can suggest stuff so it would help me have ideas. like, be it fluffy, angsty, or spicy. just a teeny bit spicy, like this tho 🤏🏻 nothing too crazy unless… i didnt say ill be writing them all so dont keep your hopes up. if you say please then maybe i would reconsider 😮‍💨

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[pprettypinkprincesss]

☆₊⊹✮ three plus one ୭˚. !!

♫ now playing... " lost in the supermarket - the clash "

| tags : jess mariano x reader, gender neutral reader, established relationship, 5+1 trope (except it's 3+1), fluff, kind of angsty but with a happy ending.

| description : three times you say 'i love you,' and the one time jess finally says it back. 1.8k words.

| author's note : had this thought at like 3am last night and i just had to write it! also why it so hard to find jess in red dude. i've found like three pics of him wearing red, might have to just throw in a random jess pic between two red pics and hope it looks good. if you find any typos or grammatical errors, please point them out! i hope you enjoy the fic, let me know what you thought of it :)

the first time you say 'i love you', it's no big deal.

you're both laying on your bed, limbs tangled together and lips locked. it's late ─ or rather, it's really early, the digital clock on your bedside table showing that it's a quarter to five.

a nightmare had woken jess up which in turn had woke you up, and when you saw your poor boyfriend with his eyebrows scrunched and looking upset, you couldn't help but try to kiss him better.

your hand slowly rubs his back as you kiss him ever so sweetly. he feels tense under your fingers, muscles clenched from the stress of his nightmare.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you whisper between kisses. he holds you tighter and makes a noise that's somewhere between a grumble and a whine, indicating that he does not want to talk about it.

"no," he responds, barely pulling away to speak. he doesn't want to stop kissing you, not even to talk. though with a gentle push to his chest, jess peels himself off you, almost pouting.

"it's whatever. i don't wanna think about it." he says, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt to distract himself.

you know how jess is with this kind of stuff, with all the mushy, emotional stuff. even though the two of you have been together for over a year, he still struggles with opening up and talking about these things sometimes. you're okay with that.

with that, you go back to kissing. it's not passionate or teasing like most of your kisses are, it's soft and careful and loving, everything jess needs right now.

"i love you."

those three words that neither of you have ever dared to say before seems so natural right now. so perfect, so right.

you don't need jess to say it back. you simply wanted to put it out there that you love him. those three words were to let jess know that you're here, always, ready to comfort him after a nightmare and kiss him as softly as he needs.

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the second time you say 'i love you', it's through fits of laughter.

jess' hand grabs your ankle as you try to place your foot on the blue circle, causing you to fall flat on your face.

"jess!" you guffaw, laughing as you try to return to your original position, only for you to slip and fall once more.

how you'd managed to get jess to agree to a game of twister is a mystery, but you're starting to think it was a bad idea considering how much he cheats.

he smiles down at you with that signature cheeky grin of his and slides his hands upward, slipping his hand under your shirt. his deft fingers dance along your waist and tickle you mercilessly.

"stop, stop!" you plead between giggles, wriggling like a worm on the plastic mat. "jess, c'mon! quit it!"

you thrash and squirm, cackling the whole time. he doesn't let up even at the risk of being kicked or hit. you accidentally whack jess and he laughs, falling onto his back beside you.

"you really are ticklish," jess says with a laugh, rolling onto his side to look at you.

"you're lucky i didn't punch you," you glance over at jess and kick your foot out slightly, bumping him in the shin. "i don't like you anymore. you're a cheater."

he laughs more when you pout and cross your arms over your chest, stubbornly staring at the ceiling as you refuse to make eye contact with him.

"you don't like me anymore? that's rude."

"yeah, well, cheating at twister is rude."

you bicker back and forth like children for a few minutes before you eventually concede, letting out a hefty, over the top sigh.

"fine. i still like you," you huff. "i love you, actually. even if you are a cheater."

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the third time you say 'i love you,' it's after being apart.

it's not often that you and jess are apart, but when you are, it feels like decades, time dragging on and on until you're together again. he had left for new york only a week ago and you've been miserable ever since, sulking around town and dragging your feet.

luke had tried to cheer you up with free food and extra cups of coffee. miss patty and babette offered to go and drag the boy back by his ear. nothing seemed to fix your sombre attitude.

the daily texts you got from jess were nice. you got pictures of the hotdog he had for lunch everyday, or a random fat pigeon, or a cd cover he thought was cool. they cheered you up a bit.

but no amount of cute texts and phone calls could replace having him next to you. gosh, you're hopeless.

what are you going to do when you go off to college, you'd ask yourself multiple times a day. you can't handle being away from jess for one week, lord knows how you'll survive being away from him for even longer.

you're being extremely clingy and overdramatic, yes, but that's just in your nature as jess mariano's number one fan.

when he finally returns home after a lifetime of being gone (aka 7 days,) you're buzzing with excitement. you practically leap off the bench when the bus pulls into stars hollow's one and only bus stop, watching intently as the bus doors open with a hiss and jess steps out.

"i missed you!" you exclaim as you jump into jess' arms, forcing him to drop all his bags. you pepper kisses all over his face like a military spouse welcoming home their soldier after deployment.

"i was gone for a week," he scoffs out a laugh and wraps his arms around you. "i went to new york, not 'nam. calm down."

"same thing, basically," you mumble between kisses before finally pressing one long, loving one to jess' lips. you both melt against each other, sighing happily into the kiss. "i missed you. i love you, don't ever leave again. i'll die."

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the one time jess says 'i love you,' it's in the pouring rain.

whenever you and jess fight, there's only two ways it'll end. option one: you'll both get a grip and apologise for whatever it was that made you argue in the first place. you'll come to an agreement and all will be well.

or, option two: the silent treatment will ensue. you'll avoid each other for days on end despite the fact that it's pretty hard to avoid someone in a tiny town like stars hollow. he'll stare at you longingly, and you'll stare back. neither of you will apologise.

eventually one of you will get sick of being apart (most of the time, it's you,) and you'll kiss and make up. no apologies, no 'sorry for being an idiot,' just a quick peck on the lips and you two act like everything is fine.

that is in no way healthy and you both know that, especially now. you'd fought over something stupid, jess' jealousy and your stubbornness clashing, and now you're giving him the silent treatment to end all silent treatments.

you wish you'd pull yourself together and just apologise, but you've begun to get sick of being the one to fix the issues all the time. you wish jess would man up and come apologise.

he can be the one to come crawling back this time, not you.

through the front glass of luke's diner, you watch jess wipe down tables, taking his sweet time. he looks... sad, like a kicked puppy, big brown eyes all wet and downcast.

it tugs at your heartstrings. as much as you're mad at him, he's still your boyfriend, the man you love. you hate to see him looking so sad.

the wind picks up and the rain gets heavier as you stand there, watching jess sluggishly clean the diner. you should go in, you know that, but your feet seem cemented to the pavement, preventing you from doing anything aside from looking.

as if he can sense someone watching him, he looks up and locks eyes with you, eyes widening as he drops the rag he was using and damn near bolts to the door, wrenching it open.

"hey!" jess calls out to you, grimacing as he gets hit in the face by a particularly large droplet of rain. you ignore him and walk off quickly.

"really? you're still ignoring me?" he sounds annoyed, though that's how he's been sounding to everyone recently. "yeah. real mature, angel."

you can't bite back a scoff at his sarcastic comment. you're being immature? gosh, this man and his attitude drive you crazy sometimes.

"i'm being immature?" you repeat, stopping dead in your tracks and turning to face jess. "and you're just perfect then? super polite, no rudeness at all?"

you've got him there. he doesn't respond and you keep walking, feet taking you somewhere, anywhere, that is away from jess, even if that means you'll have to walk through the heavy rain.

"i'm talking to you." jess follows after you. it'd be easier for him to just turn around and walk back into the diner and go back to ignoring you. but he doesn't want to ignore you anymore and he doesn't want you to ignore him either.

he lets out an irritated noise and runs a hand through his hair, pushing away the slick black strands stuck to his forehead. as much as he acts angry and irritated by this whole situation, deep down it really is eating him up, hurting him more than you realise.

the rain hammers down, drenching the two of you from head to toe.

"angel. angel." a hand closes around your wrist and prevents you from walking any further. "stop. please."

he really looks like a kicked puppy now, soaked and shivering in the cold.

"i know i'm an asshole, alright? this is my fault so i shouldn't be complaining." he keeps his hand around your wrist out of fear that you'll run off again but loosens his grip slightly, more afraid of hurting you than anything else.

"i suck. you hate me. that's fine," that's wrong, you don't hate him, but jess seems to think so. "don't ignore me though. please. i can handle everybody else doing it, but not you."

rarely is jess so outright with his feelings. usually he tells you things in the dead of night, whispers secrets in your ears because he knows no one is around to hear it. but right now, he doesn't care who hears it. he knows how this town is, people are probably watching but he doesn't care about them.

"i-" jess starts, struggling to get his words out. "i... i love you. i love you. and i'm sorry, so quit ignoring me."

your eyes widen and you can't help but smile. you've been waiting to hear those words from jess' lips for so long.

"okay," you say softly, nodding. "i'm sorry too." jess pulls you into a hug before you can say anything else and holds you tight, desperate to hug you. he presses a kiss to the top of your head and whispers those three special words again, only for you and no one else.

© prettypinkprincesss , established: 29/03/2025

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Helloooo can you do a fic in the jaehyun tiktok series with the trend that’s going around of gfs giving their bfs a note that says “ if you don’t smile I’ll give you head “ hahahaha

honestly anon go ahead and give your brain a kiss for me bc I saw this trend and it didn't cross my mind to write about it ily

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ don't smile... ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: MDNI, f!reader, dirty talk, tiktok trend, literally a prank revolving around giving head)

What better way was there to cure your boredom than scrolling through TikTok? It just happened to be rather unfortunate for your boyfriend that your time on TikTok usually went hand in hand with his torment. Hmmm, sucked for him but not for you!

While fratboy!Jaehyun was busy watching some basketball game on the screen you duh around his bedside table for a stack of sticky notes you were sure you'd left here. You pulled one from the stack, grabbing a pen and giggling madly while you wrote out the note. An extra pretty note in your finest, curliest cursive and decorated with hearts and stars.

You stood from his bed, shuffling over to your boyfriend and extending the note. His eyes had been locked on the screen watching as the team he had money on scored yet another point from the free throw line. "You good, sweetheart?" He asks, not having caught sight of the note quite yet. Well, he hasn't even taken his eyes off the screen.

Jaehyun groaned as the third quarter came to an end, finally turning his attention to you. He missed the sneaky smirk on your face and your camera pointed right at him, but his attention was on the light yellow square of paper you were holding out to him.

His brows scrunched as he read your loopy scrawl on the paper, 'don't smile and I'll give you sloppy toppy later :)'.

He can hear you giggling, see the smile on your face in his peripheral vision, but right now he's focused on the dresser that holds his TV. His brows are furrowed, cheeks taut, and lips puckered as he tries not to smile. But come on, can you blame a guy? Your beautiful girlfriend comes with a note offering a blowjob and he's expected to not be excited? Give him a break.

Your giggles bubbled into laughter while you watched him try to suppress a smile. His eyes were focused, rolling his lips into a frown in the hopes that it would help keep a smile from popping out. His dimples were on full display and you couldn't help but cup his cheek at the sight.

You cooed through your laughter, "so what do you think, baby?"

Jaehyun moved away from your touch, turned his head away from you, hoping that not looking at you would make this easier. You laughed harder as he spoke, his words completely contradicting the upset look on his face, "I think it sounds like a great idea."

You pinched his cheek and let out what sounded a lot like a cackle when you saw the corners of his lips turn up for just a single second, it was paired with a loud, "fuck! No!"

You stopped recording there, leaning in to kiss his cheek with a soft laugh, "I'm feeling generous. I'll still give you head later, baby."

He stood up with the brightest smile, tugging you into his arms, whooping and cheering, "let's go!"

You could vaguely hear one of the guys yelling down the hall, "Bro, your team just fucking lost and you owe me 100 bucks, why are you cheering?" Little did they know...

[luxthestrange]

DrStone Incorrect quotes#13 Violence for the whole family!~

Back in the past...Way before the world fell asleep in rock, With baby Senku, Byakuya, and You, his nanny was getting together for the holidays

F!Y/n: I love Christmas~

Byakuya: did your parents celebrate with you or something?

F!Y/n: no, but while at boarding school my roommate wanted to watch Home Alone and I just loved the idea~

(5)Senku*Grins and stops putting the ornaments on the tree* oh this will be fun

F! Y/N: So I forged my parents' signature and signed myself out. I took a cab home and set traps all throughout my house. Now, that was fun, but I wanted the whole experience, so I hired two goons to break into my house!

Byakuya: what the hell?

F!Y/n they didn't get permanently hurt, I wasn't cruel. I did give them payment and obviously, I didn't want my parents knowing so I just let them go after!, It's was fun~

(5)Senku*Cackling on the floor kicking his feet in the air* sounds like you!

F!Y/n*Claps hands togehter and picking up the young child up and setting him on your lap* hey, we should do that! We have better training and traps! It could be Family bonding!~

(5)Senku: YES!

Byakuya*Not used to seeing his son, so excited for the holidays*...that does sound fun. I'm game!-

Part 3:

It turns out Senku's nanny went to boarding school and had a roommate. LOOOOOOOOOOORE!?

[blushweddinggowns]

“Your boyfriend,” Chirssy sighed as she picked through Nancy’s clothes, “Y’know, Steve?”

Robin blinked at her, “You think I’m dating Steve?”

That was a silly question, “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You guys are all over each other.”

They were. Piggy back rides, cuddling on the couch together, constantly invading each other’s personal space. The only person worse with Steve was Eddie, but Chrissy figured that just came with being best friends for over a decade. She didn’t exactly have a frame of reference for that, considering her first real friends were barely six months old. 

Chrissy just hadn’t expected Robin to burst out laughing. Hard enough to double over.

Robin wiped at her eyes, barely managing to speak through her own cackles, “That’s-oh my god. How have we fucked up this badly?” 

Chrissy could feel a flush creep up her neck, embarrassment kicking in. She hated when she wasn’t in on the joke. It usually meant that it was actually on her,  “Don't be mean.”

“No!” Robin rushed out to say, effortlessly catching on to the look on Chrissy’s face, “No! I-I don’t mean- you’re not stupid! I am. We are. For… reasons. But we aren’t dating.”

That didn’t make any sense. Unless… was Steve leading her on? Was he the type of guy to do that?

Chrissy raised a brow at her, “So what are you doing? The two of you are attached at the hip. Unless he just drives you around everywhere for fun?”

Chrissy could tell Robin was still trying not to laugh. She was failing at it too, obvious as she hid it behind her hand. 

“Stop laughing at me,” Chrissy grumbled. 

“I’m not! I’m just laughing near you,” Robin said quickly. She turned to Steve, “Hey babe, can you come over here for a second?”

He came trotting right over, leaving Eddie to argue with Nancy in his place. He kind of reminded her of a dog, but in a cute way. Like a golden retriever boyfriend. 

Robin wrapped an arm around his shoulder the second he was within reach. She grinned at him, shaking him the slightest bit, “How would you feel about us going out some time?”

Steve stared at her, obviously confused, “Huh?”

“You, me,” Robin went on, “The whole boyfriend girlfriend shtick. What do you say?”

Chrissy didn’t expect to Steve physically cringe, like the idea completely disgusted him, “Ew, no.”

Robin scoffed but she didn’t look very surprised, “Fucking rude.”

“No!” Steve said, raising his hands to placate, “I don’t mean you’re gross! I mean it would be like banging my sister!”

It was Robin’s turn to cringe, “Dude, ew.”

“See!”

Chrissy didn’t understand what was happening. She stared at them, blurting the question out, “You guys aren’t together?”

Robin did a set of jazz hands, “Nope. Absolutely zero attraction between us. See?”

“But why?” Chrissy asked, looking between the two of them, “You both seem so perfect for each other.”

“Hey Eddie,” Steve called, a weird smile on his face, “What do you think? Are Robin and I perfect for each other?”

Suddenly Robin had that same look, “Yeah. He knows Steve better than anybody. Let's have him weigh in.”

Eddie groaned as he came over, clearly eavesdropping the entire time. He left Nancy to dig around her closet, walking up next to Steve with a sigh, “Are we really doing this? Really?”

Robin gasped, faking a faint, “Are you implying that I’m not good enough for Steve?”

Steve gasped right along with her, joining in with the dramatics while Chrissy was still lost, “I think he might be.”

“As fun as this little game is,” Eddie sighed, “I think we should just tell her. I’m tired of keeping my hands to myself anyway.”

Steve looked at him, head cocked, “You think so?”

“Why not?”

Steve shrugged, his eyes landing back onto Chrissy. His voice dipped down, more serious then before. He was talking like he was speaking to Eddie, but Eddie wasn’t the one he was staring down as he spoke, “It makes sense. I think the chances of it going badly are pretty low. The alternative wouldn’t be very wise.”

Chrissy was reminded, not for the first time, why she thought Steve was the scarier one of the best friend duo. 

But then Eddie was clamping a hand onto Steve’s shoulder, pulling him closer as he mumbled in his ear, “Put the claws away angel. I highly doubt she's like that. Plus she's been through enough for one day. Don't you think?”

It was actually pretty impressive, how easily a few words had Steve’s face transforming from scarily defensive to pleasantly neutral. It nearly looked like the words made him shiver, “I-you're right. Sorry Chris. I'm just… sensitive about it “

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Chrissy said, completely unable to accept an apology that she didn’t understand, “What is happening?”

And what did Eddie just call him? 

Eddie went on, “Well… we kind of have this thing when we’re in a near death experience. Or at least adjacent to it. Where we, well, kind of let loose? So we might as well warn you about what you’re going to see beforehand.”

Chrissy stared as Steve leaned further into him, nearly too close. No, definitely too close. He was basically nuzzling the side of Eddie’s face as he spoke, “You’re making it sound like we’re going to commit public indecency in front of her. And I’m the one who needs to calm down?”

Chrissy still didn’t get it. But her brain was still trying to work it out, fitting the weird pieces together. The way they were leaning into each other. The fact that Steve, for some bizarre reason didn’t want the best girl in the country, despite the fact that Robin was right there. How Eddie was instantly able to calm him down. 

Angel.

Oh. 

Oh. 

OH. 

“Uh, you okay there Chris?” Eddie asked, watching right at the realization hit her.

She was not okay. Not because of Eddie and Steve, but because this meant Robin was single. And she had been the entire damn time. 

Chrissy shook herself out of the stupid thought, just because she wasn’t taken didn’t mean she had a chance-

“Yeah, we’re kind of the queer trio over here,” Robin added, effortlessly grinding Chrissy’s train of thought back to a halt, “I um, probably should have told you sooner but piggybacking on their coming out seems appropriate.”

Nancy snorted, her outfit choices formalized as she walked over, “If you’re the queer trio what does that make me? The straight fourth wheel?”

They were all talking about it so casually. Like the thing that has plagued Chrissy’s mind for years, filling her with guilt and doubt, didn’t matter. It was normal, it was fine, and Robin liked girls.

She was pretty sure she was going to faint. But before she could her mouth was opening, “That’s- I - Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

Her voice came out more forceful than she expected. Though in her defense, she just found out that she had a real shot with her best friend the same day her life was in danger. She was feeling frazzled, but she corrected herself when she was met with silence, “I-I’m fine with it! Really! I j-just wish I had known.”

Nancy looked at her sympathetically, “Did you have a crush on one of them too? I get it, Steve got me the first time we started getting close. But I promise it’s not that hard to get over it.”

“No!” Chrissy said quickly, again with too much force, “I’m just surprised. T-That’s it. Everything’s fine.”

“Think you got the wrong category there Nance,” Steve mumbled under his breathe, yelping when Robin pinched his arm with a sharp glare. 

“Ignore him,” Robin said with a sad smile, “He doesn’t get everyone doesn’t have the gay gene.”

Chrissy nodded, her eyes trailing the flush that was going up Robin’s neck. Suddenly her mouth felt dry, the urge to correct her coming out full force. She shouldn’t tell them, right? It was wrong, it was bad, it didn't make sense. Because she knew they weren’t wrong. They weren’t bad. And Chrissy was so, so, tired of other people’s words invading her own thoughts. 

Nancy was laying the clothes out, the only one capable of getting everyone back on task, “Since it looks like neither of you were actually looking. I picked these out for you-”

“I have it,” Chrissy blurted out, her eyes still on the clothes on the bed. She refused to look up for any of their reactions, “The um, what you guys were talking about earlier. Me too. And I like the blue skirt.”

Nancy was the only one who didn’t miss a beat, “Ah, so now there’s four. Good for you. And I agree with the skirt, it will make you look a little taller with the heels and the elongation. We can get you to pass for a college student for sure. Robin, what do you think about the pink?”

from the next chapter of this fic

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

geese - itoshi rin

fem!reader

set in the same universe as the reincarnation for the hunger games rin fanfic linked HERE. can be seen as a part 2 for it, hence why this is a fem reader.

walking home with rin from school and taking a stop at the beach nearby has practically become routine for the two of you.

he was the captain of the school boys team, and you were the manager. you were both dating and also next door neighbors, which formed the convenient habit of you both always holding hands, whether it was being on cleaning duty at school or when you were both walking home in the sunset.

another long day of practice had just ended, and the soft glow of the setting sun illuminated both of your faces as you both leaned on the railings of the beach, listening to the ocean waves. suddenly, rin’s nose crinkled and his eye twitched. “it smells like shit here.”

you looked down on at the sand before laughing. “right on the money. there’s goose shit everywhere.” at rin’s stiffened body, you cackled, gripping onto the railings for dear life. “well, it’s spring after all. they’ve just come back from migration, and it’s mating season for them. you can’t really blame them.”

rin gripped the railings, his eyebrows knit together. “annoying lukewarm birds.” he muttered under his breath, making “birds” sound as if it were some derogatory, socially unacceptable slur. you snorted, slapping his arm playfully.

“i’ve always liked geese. did you know that geese mate for life?” you asked, elbows on the railings as you stared off into the glowing golden sunset. “i always found it cute, because they apparently form extremely deep bonds and stick to each other for life.”

rin glanced at you, and he could feel the familiar warmth creeping up at face when he saw your small smile. “you really believe that sort of stuff? they’re probably just lukewarm idiots who are too lazy to find someone else to mate with. just mating partners, nothing else.” rin replied, raising his eyebrows.

“rin! way to ruin the moment!” you exclaimed. “see, this is why animals don’t like you.” you muttered, yanking your hand away from his and stuffing it into your pocket. “i think it’s really cute that they’re loyal and stuff, since most animals are polygamous.”

“sure. absolutely romantic, how they don’t wanna cheat on their partner, as if that isn’t the bare minimum in a relationship.” rin snapped back sarcastically. “what, do you find it romantic that i don’t actively cheat on you with other people?”

“what? no!” you huffed. “you’re so annoying.” you turned your back on him, this time with your eyes lingering on the wide, azure ocean. after a few moments of nothing but the waves crashing against the shore, you spoke up once more. “i wonder if when geese die, they find each other in another life, and they also mate for life in the next life.”

rin’s lips pressed into a thin line, staying silent. “you know, i’ve known you for over a decade, and you’ve said some pretty stupid things before. but this might just be the most stupid thing i have ever heard from you.” rin said, pulling your hands out of your pocket and cupping them in his.

you pouted, furrowing your eyebrows. “wow, thanks. love you too.” but you then smirked, raising your eyebrows. “do you think we might’ve been geese in our previous—“

“don’t even go there.” rin interrupted. “let’s go home. your dad will kill me if you arrive home even a second after six-thirty.” he held your hand, and you both began walking in the directions of your houses.

although rin certainly didn’t like the idea of having been a geese in his previous life, he did like the thought of also having been with you in his previous life. that maybe you were both meant to find each other in this life too—

okay, now he was the one with stupid ideas. it was best to not let it distract him; he had practice tomorrow and needed to finish his homework quickly…like he understood his homework in the first place. maybe he should just crash at your place tonight.

whether it was as a geese, as a person in his previous life with who knows what, or as the star soccer player itoshi rin, he would always love being with you.

a/n: sunrise on the reaping absolutely killed me. this was inspired by the whole geese romantic subplot in the book (haymitch and lenore dove…oh how i love you both). @levihanmyotp you wanted the rin fluff fanfic, so you get it, hence why this is a part 2 to the hunger games fic😒

[ilovetheriddler]

The Different Riddlers on a date at an amusement Park. Mini fic Scenarios.

Oh boy! That's a lot of riddle loving menaces! These are all short little mini fic scenarios centered around the idea of an amusement park date!

Word Count: 2,160.

Contents: Kissing, mentions of puking briefly, highly suggestive themes but nothing too explicit.

Gotham.

Just where had Ed wandered off to? You weren't quite sure, and it was honestly making you a bit worried. You knew how much he had been looking forward to this date, planning it months in advance to be just perfect, so the idea that he'd just leave without a word confused you.

You attempted to call his phone a few times, only to be met with his voice mail, where on earth had he run off to? You tried looking through the crowd for him and were starting to lose hope of finding him until you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you along with them. By the time your mind fully registered that it was Edward, you were already sitting down, with a bar being lowered in front of you.

"E-Edward?! Where were you?"

"Huh? Oh! I was looking for the ferris wheel! I couldn't find anything about where it would be located on their website, so I wanted to find it as soon as we got here."

You let out a slightly surprised yelp as you felt yourself moving. As you saw the ground getting further and further away from your feet, you realized that you were on the ferris wheel. He had wandered off, found it, and dragged you to it after that. You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ed, you could have just told me that when we first got here! Why were you so excited for the ferris wheel anyway?"

"Well... I thought it would be a pleasant experience! You know? I find the circular motion to be the perfect mixture of soothing and exciting, plus I get to be close to you... so there's that as well..."

He threw one of his arms around your shoulders and pulled you slightly closer before his lips met yours in a sweet and prolonged kiss.

Batman: The Animated Series.

Edward had been extremely pleased when he found out that there was a small arcade within the amusement park, nothing super fancy, just some older arcade cabinet games, but he was thrilled and you thought it was really sweet how clearly overjoyed he was.

He was currently on his third game, having already acquired the top scores on the previous two. They were puzzle games, which explained why the small little acarde section was practically a ghost town. Not too many people going to an amusement park were really going to play older puzzle games. But these were exactly the type of things that Edward loved.

"My dear! Look at that, I've bested yet another person's score. My skills at this are truly unrivaled."

"I can see that, I'm glad that you're having fun... I was honestly a bit worried that you might not enjoy coming here..."

"Nonsense! This is the most amusement that I've had outside of my own riddles in a long time!"

You couldn't stop yourself from giggling as he pulled you to sit on his lap as he continued playing away on the acarde games. You felt your face heat up slightly as he started kissing your neck gently.

"E-Edward! We're in public!"

"Don't worry, my dear, I'm not going to go too far, just a few kisses here and there.... and besides, there's not exactly anyone else in this specific section. Now, is there?"

His soft and just slightly mischievous laugh rang out right next to your ear as he continued his kisses on your neck and trailed them down to your shoulder.

Arkhamverse.

You had honestly thought that Edward would turn down your idea for an amusement park date, so when he did actually agree to go, you were incredibly excited..... Keyword being were... You genuinely loved Edward so much, but being slung around in a bumper car as he repeatedly slammed into other cars with enough force to almost give you whiplash wasn't exactly what you had in mind!

But you couldn't lie, seeing Eddie with that Grin on his face, cackling to the point where several people were onlooking with deep concern, was truly all it took to make it worth it. At least he was enjoying himself.

"Ahaha! These Imbecilic fools are no match for my excellent driving skills!!"

"....Eddie, your license has been revoked on several different occasions...."

"Only because of the fact that the people of Gotham city can't handle my superiority, so they try to restrict me!"

You continued to be swung around like a rag doll for another thirty minutes until the staff had received enough complaints and forcefully removed the two of you from the park. Going as far as to Ban Edward for life as a precaution. He wasn't pleased about it, not at all.

A few days later, you'd walked into his lair and found him frantically constructing his own version of the bumper cars, specifically to use in one of his traps for the caped crusader. You noticed a man tied to a chair on the other side of the room, the same man that had thrown you both out and banned him.

"Eddie...? Why exactly do you have that guy tied up?"

"It's very simple, I needed a guinea pig to test out my latest project!"

You knew that it was better to pick and choose your battles with Edward, so while you did feel sorry for the poor amusement park worker, it was late and you didn't want to argue over it, so you just went back to bed.

Telltale.

Edward had been on the fence about whether he actually wanted to join you on your trip to the amusement park. He wasn't exactly a young fellow anymore, so walking around all day didn't sound too pleasant. However, he did suppose that he should spend some time with you doing something that you wanted since you've been such a good assistant when it came to his plans.

So despite this being meant as a sort of reward for you, he didn't miss a single opportunity to complain about his joint pain and about how hot out it was, as if he hadn't willingly chosen to wear an outfit with a lot of layers. Luckily, though you didn't mind, you were used to Edward's complaints and were just glad that he was spending time with you.

Much to both your and his own surprise, he genuinely enjoyed the log flume of all rides, He could sit down and relax, and occasionally being splashed by the water made the heat slightly more bearable. He ended up going on that same ride a few times in a row before the two of you decided to take a small break on a bench nearby.

"So um... Thank you so much, Edward. I honestly didn't think that you'd even want to come here with me..."

".... I didn't originally intend to. However, I decided that you deserved a bit of my presence... as a reward for your recent work...."

You leaned against his shoulder, which seemed to throw him off slightly, before he quickly regained his composure and chuckled at the sight. He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to lean in a bit closer before pressing a quick kiss onto your forehead.

2022 Batman.

Edward could hardly believe it when you told him that you wanted to take him out on a date to an amusement park. He'd never been to one before, so he was extremely excited! Not only because of the fact that he always wanted to do things like this as a child but couldn't, but because he'd be doing it with you, it'd be an actual date!

He was originally fairly nervous about the idea of how some of the rides would be, but once you both got there, he found himself having quite a pleasant time! Until you got to the Rollercoasters, then it went from a pleasant time to an amazing time! You were both screaming quite loudly while on them, but it was different for both of you. Edward had this look in his eyes, a look of unbridled gleefulness. He looked ecstatic as you both rode the Rollercoaster. In fact, he insisted on riding it another ten times!

You couldn't help but wonder if the reason why he was enjoying it so much had anything to do with the adrenaline his brain was producing as a result? Perhaps it was giving him a feeling that was somewhat similar to how his actions as the riddler made him feel? There was no way to be sure. He was overjoyed as you both got off the ride again. Unfortunately, you had to run over to the nearest trash can, feeling horribly queasy after being forced to endure a rollercoaster eleven times in a row. Edward looked extremely concerned as he approached you and started rubbing your back, attempting to help you through your nausea.

"A-are you alright, my dear? W-was that too many times? I'm so sorry if I overdid it...."

"...It's fine, Eddie. I'm just happy to see that you're enjoying yourself.... but yeah, after the seventh time, it might have been a bit much...."

Zero Year.

You were extremely skeptical and a bit cautious of wherever Edward was dragging you off to, He hadn't seemed all that interested in the amusement park a few minutes ago... what could he have possibly seen or stumbled upon to suddenly shift his mood so drastically?

You were even more confused when he stopped in front of a currently shut down maze of mirrors. You felt chills run down your spine as you glanced over at him to question what exactly he was planning, only to see that mischievous look in his eyes... whatever it was wasn't good if he had that look in his eyes, you could at least say that for certain.

He wandered inside, and you followed behind him. Just what was he planning? After walking for a few minutes, you started to grow frustrated. Perhaps he simply did this to annoy and inconvenience you. You turned around to say something but stopped dead in your tracks as you saw him unbuttoning his suit jacket before tossing it on the ground.

"E-Edward? W-what on earth are you doing?!"

He slowly stepped closer to you, a sly grin plastered on his face as he leaned in closer to you.

"Oh, come on.... there's no one around, and I'd truly be a fool not to take advantage of all of these... mirrors, wouldn't I, my dear?"

"Excuse me?! I bring you to an amusement park, and your first idea is to have sex in a shutdown maze of mirrors?!"

He disregarded his shirt on top of his suit jacket before moving on to unbuckle his belt. His breath drifted across your ear as he lowered his voice to sultry whisper.

"Precisely.... Don't lie to me and say that you aren't the least bit aroused by the idea...?"

The bad thing is that he wasn't wrong.... and that bothered you more than anything else.

Unfortunately, the two of you ended up being banned for life once a worker who was cleaning up the area stumbled upon you two in the throes of passion. Edward seemed unbearably smug, though. Even as you were both thrown out.

Young Justice.

Edward was overjoyed by your invitation to go to the amusement park together, it would be your and his first ever official date, and he was confident that it would be perfect... alright, maybe not fully confident, somewhat confident... he wasn't actually confident, that was a lie, he was deeply worried about something screwing up the entire date.

So he kept his eyes open, watching the area with a keen eye, he'd let this date be ruined over his dead body! As the date contained on there seemingly wasn't any major issues... Until he realized that there was a tunnel of love here and that you really wanted to go on it with him.

He was ultimately unable to say no, so the two of you got on the ride, sat down in those stupid little boats, and started floating along the long, dimly lit corridor. Actually.... the atmosphere would be absolutely perfect for stealing a few kisses from you. Yes, it'd be perfect!

He put his previous concerns behind him as he grabbed you suddenly and slammed his lips against yours, an intense passion behind the kiss. It lasted a few seconds before he pulled away to catch his breath, only to then reconnect them again and again. It was everything he had hoped that it would be. However, then the ride stopped suddenly, and he was sent falling off the boat and into the water, soaking his clothes.

"Damn it!! C-can't those idiots run a ride correctly?!"

"Are you alright, Eddie? That was quite a sudden fall...."

You helped him back onto the boat, but now he felt that his pride was damaged slightly, so he just sat there and sulked in his drenched suit, his favorite suit!

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/739562902099492864/the-panic-attack-please-im-cackling-jdjdjdj-it

also he would feel so bad😭😭 the fetishise ask thing got me thinking. imagine she lies or pretends she’s not a virgin at first just bc guys are super weird when they find out ab it, so she does that just as a protection thing/to get weird guys off her back. so Peter doesn’t know & imagine they’re making out or whatever but he’s super quick with it and suddenly there’s a dick in front of her and she starts panicking JAHAHAHAAHA

I csnt stop laughing picturing this. he’d be so confused but so worried HABABA

*cleaning out my inbox* an: this is not our trouble/reader. this is an au with our peter!

you got a little too far into it. in your defense, your friends told you instinct would take over and you’d just fall into it and you’d do anything when you’re horny and in the moment.

but right now, in this moment, you’re panicking because someone other than you is taking your shirt off, and someone other than you is touching your breasts.

you got this, you can handle this. you’ve made it this close, what’s a little closer? you could finally get it over with, and with a guy that’s astronomically hot. god was giving you a chance and you weren’t about to fuck it up.

you can handle being tossed to the bed, you can handle warm palms cupping your ass, you can handle a brush of his core into yours. you can handle peter taking off his pants, you can handle peter… peter… he’s-

peter’s got a big dick, and it’s coming right at your virgin body, and you can’t handle this. how are you supposed to lie your way out of this? or was it into this?

it doesn’t matter, he’s going to know the second he tries to put it in. fuck, is he going to put it in? yes, that’s how sex works- okay, fuck, shut up!

peter’s got a gleam in his eye, how fucked were you about to make things? you’re the one that came onto him and now you’re freaking out because there’s a real deal penis and real deal sex situation happening and you have no idea what to do.

‘that’s a penis.’ your hands clasp over your mouth, it was the least sexiest thing you could say and it shows on peter’s face.

‘i’ve…’ you swallow hard and feel everything in you ignite, you’re praying to any god listening he just takes you out of your misery right then and there. isn’t premarital sex a sin? you should be burnt at the stake.

‘i’ve never seen one before.’

‘oh, jesus christ.’ a shuffle, it’s out of your sight and you can’t begin to explain the relief. you stare down at your hands, if you didn’t have to walk by peter, you’d be out of his room in a second.

you peek up at a flash in the corner of your eye, your shirt was outstretched and pushed into your hold. ‘if you can’t see mine, i can’t see yours.’ your chest doesn’t feel as tight, he’s not mad, just a little thrown off.

‘i’m sorry.’ you’re still shy when you meet his eyes, even if you’re fully clothed. ‘but like, i didn’t tell you i wasn’t a virgin.’

peter crosses his arms over his chest. ‘and you didn’t tell me you were until it got too real.’ he’s right, your shoulders slump, isn’t it just embarrassing? not even the lying, just the fact you’re in college and you’re still a virgin.

‘i just thought it could get it out of the way, i don’t know.’

peter scoffs, ‘well, you don’t do it like this.’

does that mean he’s off the table, did you shoot too high? ‘so, you don’t have sex with virgins?’

‘it’s not in my day to day schedule, no.’

‘you’ve never taken a girls virginity?’

‘did i say that?’

‘no.’ it’s unsettled emotion, it’s the only reason you huff and cross your arms at him. yes, make this his fault.

‘i thought you’d be the perfect candidate, but i guess not. i didn’t know frat boys actually cared this much.’ if peter wasn’t going to kick you out before, he would now. you offended him.

‘the fuck? sex is a whole different ball game when you’re a virgin. you don’t know that yet, i do. it’s my job to make sure you’re comfortable and have a good time, that wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t tell me.’

you started something, he wasn’t stopping.

‘i’m not saying there aren’t guys like that out there-that’ll do what you want, but it’s not me. if you want to get it over with like that, fine. but i’m not doing it in one night.’

you naw on your bottom lip, if you got this far what’s one more question? ‘so, would you?’

‘would i what?’ you chew harsher, it was easier to just pretend you weren’t a virgin. you shouldn’t never stopped him. ‘take my virginity.’ you spit the words, before he could try to repeat himself, ‘i mean, at your speed or whatever.’

peter has a series of emotions run through his mind, they all tell him it’s a bad idea. the heightened emotions, the awkwardness, the whole hurt thing, he just never really thought he’d have to go through it again.

‘you don’t know me.’ it should be more than enough, but you counteract him. ‘i know. that’s kind of why i chose you.’

a deep inhale, ‘you baited me? was this your plan?’ you try to clear the idea with your hands. ‘no, no, no! the plan was to not tell you but then i got scared. but since you already know… you know?’

‘no.’

you drop your head into your hands, everything is getting worse. you should’ve went through with it. ‘everything is awful and i want to die. i’m so sorry, peter. we can just forget this ever happened and if you see me around campus, no you don’t.’

you try to paint yourself invisible, instead you get a half earnest sigh from peter. ‘alright, look, you’re fine. it’s fine. you’re actually… strides ahead than i was when i was a virgin, okay?’

of course he says that, he’s already been through it. ‘but im too old to be a virgin!’

‘pft, what? no. have you seen 40 year old virgin?’ you cry out into your hands, ‘im not steve carell!’ you really had to pick a man? was that really the only option you had?

‘be honest with me, the pathetic virgin-‘

‘stop.’

‘- if i do this with another guy will he know?’ you hold on tight for the answer, it’s not long, it’s immediate. ‘yes.’ you’re not sure if he’s just saying that so you don’t throw off another guy.

‘no, seriously. would he-‘

‘yes.’ you exhale a ‘fuck.’ game over, if you really wanted this, you’d actually have to find someone to date you. that sounds like actual hell.

since you’re already in the pits, ‘peter?’ a hum, you finally blink up at him. ‘are you sure you won’t do it?’ you watch him take a solid breath, his next words chosen articulately.

‘when did i say i wouldn’t?’

you explode in a smile, you were right, you chose the right person. ‘you will? like, you’re gonna make me not a virgin?’

peter thinks- no, knows it’s a bad idea, but you’re going to do it regardless and he knows he’s better than a majority of guys on campus. he’d actually make sure you’re safe and comfortable. was he really about to do all the first steps with someone he didn’t know?

yeah. he was.

‘yes. i’ll take your virginity.’

[phoenixblaze1412]

heyyy, i hope you're having a great day. i know this might've come as weird or maybe silly idk, may i req a child!reader (dottore as our father) where we took inspiration from the cool uncle childe to make a video room tour about dottore's office (bc i know for sure we're banned from the lab lololol). reader is so excited to make a video and we dragged some segments too hehe. thank uuu in advance!

-🧊

Of course!

You stood in front of your father’s intimidating lab door, your heart racing with excitement. Today was the day. The grand project you'd been planning for weeks. Your epic, world-changing video tour of The Great Il Dottore's Office.

Why?

Because your super cool Uncle Childe had recently shown you a fun, hyperactive video he made with his siblings, where they gave a chaotic tour of his house, complete with background explosions, which Childe swore was "just editing magic". You had never laughed so hard in your life.

So naturally, the only logical conclusion was to do the same thing with your father’s top-secret, definitely-should-not-be-touched office.

What could go wrong?

“Okay, Theta, say hi to the viewers!” you chirped, holding up the kamera Childe gave you.

Theta, one of Dottore’s livelier Segments, grinned mischievously. “Hello, my devoted fans!Welcome to this top-tier production. Sponsored by chaos and curiosity!” He threw his hands in the air like he was on a game show.

You cackled. “This is going to be the best video ever.”

Behind you, Iota stood with a cautious frown, his arms crossed. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, eyeing the lab door like it might explode. “If your father finds out--”

“He won’t find out!” you insisted confidently.

“Besides, it’s for science.”

Omega, the strictest and most intimidating of the Segments, narrowed his eyes at you from across the hall. “This is foolish. Cease this nonsense immediately.”

You gasped dramatically, pointing the camera at him. “Wow, everyone, look! It’s Mr. Grumpy himself. Omega, say hi to your fans!”

“I refuse,” Omega deadpanned.

Theta leaned into the frame. “That’s just his way of saying he loves you.”

Omega’s glare could’ve melted Theta's head off.

The door to Dottore’s lab creaked open, revealing a wonderland of strange gadgets, glowing vials, and ominous machines whirring in the background.

“Behold! The lair of the infamous Dottore!” you announced dramatically, sweeping the camera around the room. “Look at all this totally legal science stuff!”

“None of this is legal,” Iota muttered under his breath, glancing nervously at the surveillance cameras embedded in the walls.

“First stop: the desk!” you said, zooming in on a pile of scattered blueprints. “This is where Father probably writes his evil plans--”

“I would not call them evil,” Omega interjected sternly.

“Yeah, yeah. Evil adjacent,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Theta picked up one of the blueprints and gasped. “Whoa! Is this a death ray or a smoothie maker? Could go either way, honestly.”

You laughed so hard you almost dropped the kamera. “Probably both!”

As you moved toward a ruin guard covered in blinking lights, Iota reached out to stop you. “Careful! That’s unstable--”

Before he could finish, Theta pressed a bright red button on the console.

A loud BZZT! filled the room as sparks flew from the machine.

“RUN!” Iota shouted, grabbing your arm and pulling you along with him behind a workbench.

“What did you DO?!” Omega bellowed, his composure cracking for the first time.

“I pressed the fun button!” Theta grinned unapologetically.

“You’re going to get us all vaporized!” Omega snapped.

“Great content though, right?” you whispered to the camera, eyes wide with excitement.

Once the sparks died down and no one had been turned into ash, you dusted yourself off and pointed the camera at a collection of glowing jars on a shelf.

“These are probably full of super dangerous stuff,” you speculated.

“Definitely,” Theta agreed, leaning casually against the shelf.

Iota facepalmed. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I’m fun.”

As you zoomed in on one particularly bright jar, you grinned mischievously. “Hey, everyone, should I open one?”

“Absolutely not,” Omega growled, snatching the jar out of your reach.

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” you pouted.

“Fun isn’t the priority when dealing with potentially lethal substances,” Omega lectured.

Theta snickered and picked you up before walking off to another part of the lab. “Spoken like a true buzzkill.”

After exploring nearly every inch of the lab, and only almost destroying it twice, you stood in front of the camera with the Segments behind you.

“Well, that’s it for today’s tour! Thanks for watching! Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and—”

The door to the lab suddenly slid open, revealing the man himself: Dottore.

He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, crimson eyes flicking between you, the Segments, and the mess you’d made.

Silence.

You gulped. “Uh… hi, Papa!”

“What,” Dottore said slowly, eyeing the mess behind your group before focusing his gaze back on you, “is going on here?”

“We were… uh… conducting an educational video project?” you offered sheepishly.

Theta nodded enthusiastically. “For science!”

Dottore pinched the bridge of his nose. “Iota?”

“I tried to stop them,” Iota said grimly.

Dottore’s gaze shifted to Omega.

“They’re impossible to control,” Omega said flatly.

Finally, Dottore looked at Theta, who grinned nervously. “Hey, boss! Love what you’ve done with the place.”

Dottore exhaled sharply. “Clean this up. All of you.”

“Yes, sir,” Omega and Iota said in unison, dragging Theta toward the mess while said segment only whined as he was dragged off.

As they worked, Dottore crouched down to your level, his expression softening slightly.

“And you,” he said, tapping your nose, “no more unauthorized experiments in my lab.”

You grinned sheepishly. “Okay, Papa. But… did you like the video?”

Dottore sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” you agreed cheerfully. “But you love me anyway.”

Dottore chuckled softly as he picked you up in his arms before turning around to leave his office and walked off to your room. “Unfortunately for me, yes. Come along, let's get you to bed, my dear."

[autumnmobile12]

All right, here's the thing about the Todoroki fire-users.

Most forms of glass melt at a temperature of 1,400°C to 1,600° C.

Orange flames have a range of 1100°C to 1200°C.

So unless either of them can exceed the 1400°C threshold and get into the white flame range (1300°C - 1500°C), Shouto and Endeavor cannot melt glass.

But with a blue flame that burns 1,400°C-1,600°C, this bitch sure can.

So now that in the Ambush Simulation AU I've revealed Nine and his entourage are the LoV, imagine the opening scene of Heroes Rising:

Whichever henchmen they've hired to transport the cargo in that car chase scene are careening down the highway, the Pros are in pursuit...and so's the Vanguard.

Car accidents caused by the fleeing villains have put Rock Lock and company out of commission, but Shimura's motorcycle can maneuver through just fine, so he and his passenger are still in the game like it's a Greek chariot race. Nobody really knew the Vanguard was going to make an appearance, nobody knows how they got the info on what was happening, but hey, they're provisionally licensed and can operate under Pros now, so no one's going to complain about the extra manpower on their side.

So my thoughts and prayers are with the poor driver of the armored vehicle whose sole job is to focus on the road. He just wants to survive the night without getting arrested, his comrades can worry about the Pros behind them, he's more concerned about the Pros blockading the road in front of them, one of whom is Endeavor. He's not paying attention to that loud thunk he heard on the roof.

Things are already looking a little sticky...

...and then this crazy bastard appears in the windshield and starts melting the glass. Not breaking it; it's too thick to break without a weapon. Just slowly melting it so the poor guy has enough time to contemplate and regret some key life choices.

(There's a very specific image in my head here and it's the drowned corpse scene from the anime Ghost Hunt if anyone's familiar with that one.)

Anyway, the getaway driver just panics and veers over the guardrail and down the mountainside as it goes in the film, which pretty much leaves Shimura to stop his bike and stare alongside Endeavor down at the path of destroyed vegetation in horror as the sound of screeching metal fades to silence.

Shimura: ....

Endeavor: .... *slowly turns to look at Shimura*

Shimura: *doesn't look up* Hey, don't look at me. You created that monster.

...

And recall that scene ends with Endeavor heading down the hill to investigate the crash and finds Hawks already there:

Touya: What's the situation with my leg? It feels like it's either been broken or impaled.

Hawks: Actually, it's both. That's an...impressive compound fracture.

Touya: All that and I only got a busted leg? *sits up* Oh, no wait, fuck, there's two of you and Endeavor's multiplying.

Endeavor: *fed up* ....scared me to death, you shit for brains. Where's the League?

Hawks: I think they managed to warp out at the last minute. Genius here is the only body I found breathing or otherwise.

Touya: *cackling* Shut the fuck up, Feathers!

...

Shimura: You have got to stop smiling like you regularly devour the souls of small children and their pets.

Touya: *adrenaline wearing off, pain finally setting in* I have no idea what you're talking about.

Rock Lock: *standing over both of them* Exactly what was your plan back there?

Touya: Obviously, I was thinking I could get control of the steering wheel. Not my fault the driver had the nerves of a dandelion. Also, I'm not the one who thought chasing down an armored vehicle with four-door sedans was a good idea, so why I am the only stupid one here? Now everyone be quiet, my head is splitting and I just suffered the indignity of being carried away from an accident by my father.

Endeavor: Carrying you was easier when you were four.

Touya: The last time you carried me is when I was four!

[pixiesfz]

this isnt really a request with an idea but please more jessie 😭🙏

Killing two birds with one stone I am here, I got a request for a jersey swap fic so here we go!

jersey swap? j.f

plot: you and Jessie have always had on field tension but one game when you ask to swap jerseys, she finally makes a move.

warning: smut, obviously I like writing a dom Jessie 🤫. Let’s pretend Sam wasn’t injured for the Canada vs australia match, bi-sexual reader! (Taking inspo from this one tik tok I saw about Lia Walti which made me cackle)

Some matches were more interesting than others you had realised in your second year in of playing at arsenal wether it was against Chelsea or you were playing with the Matilda’s for your national teams.

Nothing had changed within the games except for the fans, since the World Cup people started to know your name and your whole life story but what they loved most of all was seeing you on the pitch with Jessie.

Wether it was Chelsea vs Arsenal or Australia bs Canada the fans loved watching your interactions and your team mates did to.

It was your Australian captain who always whispered jokes into your ear that took the most pleasure out of the two of you.

“I love Canada” you admitted as your team sat on the ferry “why it’s cold” Hayley shivered from behind you “but it’s just so cozy” you smiled as you cuddled into yourself.

“Is that why your always tackling Jessie, cause she’s cozy” Sam teased as she shook your shoulders “no” you said “I tackle her cause she’s good and she’s too nice to tackle me back” you said with a small smile and Sam and Hayley laughed.

“No but seriously what is it between you two whenever you play” Mary asked as she came over “Oh my little Mary, my young prodigy” you started and she rolled her eyes

“Y/n seriously I want to know, I’m also not that young I’m three years younger than you”

“Exactly you’re an infant”

You smirked but gave her an option to lean onto your should “I’m actually not sure how we started it” you admitted “we both had our debuts for Chelsea and Arsenal on the same day and were put on each other we both wanted to make an impact I guess”

“You made an impact all right, two yellow cards” Sam laughed “You’ve had this tension ever since, even when you were dating that Tom guy” she said.

You hid your head as you looked down remembering why the relationship failed, you couldn’t admit you were not sexually attracted to Jessie and he left, funny since later you had found out he had cheated on you with a girl who had been on 2 episodes of love island.

“Yeah well I’m not dating him anymore so” you trailed off and the three girls nodded “Do you think the tension will ever ease off?” Mary asked and Hayley laughed “I think once they finally sleep together-“

“Hayley!” You scolded her “what?” She shrugged “it’s true, even the fans can see it” she defended herself as you scoffed “do you even remember the World Cup!?” she practically now yelled

“Both of your hands were practically around each other when you were on the ball” she said and you laughed “sorry if I just wanted to get possession of the ball so we could score goals”

“We pass with our feet not our hands y/n/n” Mary said and you closed her mouth “hush little one” you said quickly and she shook her head out of your grasp.

“Admit to me you’re not sexually attracted to Jessie Fleming”

“I’m not attracted to Jessie Fleming”

“Now I thought your New Year’s resolution was to stop lying” Sam stepped in and you threw your head back “No you know what I’m going to be nice” you said

“At the game I’m going to ask to switch jerseys as an act of kindness” you smiled and Hayley rolled her eyes “that’s not what I would do” she warned and you shook your head

“Trust me it will work, we will be best friends by the time you know it”

“So you won’t mark her on the pitch?” Sam asked

“Do you want us to lose Samantha?” you shot back and she laughed “anyways” you said standing up “I see Mini standing alone so I’m gonna make sure Kyra hasn’t accidentally fallen off the ferry and drowned”

You ended up finding the girl in the captains area with a bawl of lollies in her hand.

“Don’t tell Katrina”

When you finally made your way to the stadium later the next day you grimaced at the floor “fake grass” you groaned and Polks laughed at you “not a laughing matter” you said and walked into the rooms.

You felt the stadium grow as Canadian watches and a few lucky Australian fans made their way into their seats.

You were tying up your boots when you felt a presence behind you “hey skipper” you laughed as Sam sat next to you “I just wanna say no reds” she said “I know they’re out for blood since World Cup okay and I don’t want a pissy Jessie coming back to Chelsea”

“No reds got it, what about a yellow?” You asked with a cheeky smile “I’ll allow one” she said and you acted like a two year old who got told they can get ice cream.

You both laughed and Sam pushed you out “cmon idiot”.

In the line up, you were out the front behind Ellie when you felt eyes burning into your head, you knew it was Jessie so when you turned around and saw her you just smirked which made her roll her eyes and look back at her team.

“Cheeky” Hayley said from behind you and you just shrugged your shoulders.

You went to your mark on the field where Jessie was as she looked concentrated “stop frowning Jessie it will give your face lines” you told her and she looked back at you “are you talking from experience or?” She questioned as she looked at your forehead and you laughed.

“Let’s just play for now okay and then you can think about my facial features later”

The game wasn’t different than usual, you and Jessie were on each other hot, whenever one of you had the ball the other was quick to try and get you down or stop you from a long kick.

You were a bit more touchier with the legs though as One time you nut-megged her own ball through her feet “come on” she complained as she was to far behind you to stop your assist to Sam’s goal.

You turned to Jessie “you know I can take a tackle Fleming” you teased and she crossed your head at you “Just play the game y/l/n” she said and you smirked from next to her “I seem to be the only person who is”.

Jessie was rough after that, she knew she couldn’t let you get away with anything else, so next time you had the ball she was quick to kick out from under your ankle as you hit the ground, accidentally taking her down with you, automatically you turned over on top of Jessie and you watched the ref walk over to you and the Canadian.

You looked down at the brunette who was still on the floor “did I get into your head?” You whispered before sitting up and reaching your hand out for Jessie to use but she got up herself causing you to roll your eyes and shrug it off.

The red pulled out a yellow for Jessie who shook her head “Still winning” she reminded you with a smirk and you smirked back “ooh she’s coming out of her shell”.

When the game finally finished and Canada came on top you shook all the players hands, lingering on Jessie’s before you joined some of the girls on a lap.

You saw a sign that made you laugh

Australia vs Canada

Nah.

Fleming vs y/l/n!

You smiled as you looked for Jessie and found her with her captain who was having her send off.

“Fleming!” You called out to her and she turned around with furrowed brows “what?” she asked and you smirked “come look at this” you said and turned your head back.

She followed you to the sign and also chucked a smile at it as people quickly grabbed their phones to take pictures of the two of you smiling at the sign as you laughed at each other.

You saw Hayley looking at you with a knowing look in the corner of your eyes before you remembered “Wait Jess” you said before she left, not realising the nick name you let out “yeah” she said “I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to swap Jerseys, last game after all before we face each other off in Olympic hopefully” you asked and Jessie’s cheeks blushed “yeah sure, need some more in my collection honestly”

Your heart raced as you saw the Canadian take off her top, you secretly took a look at her abs as she did so, you don’t know why you waited until she took hers completely off before you took yours off until you hear a whistle from the crowd you laughed and took yours off.

Jessie’s blush grew as she took no shame in staring at your body and your waist.

“Nice tattoo” she muttered as you held your shirt out for her, looking down you looked at your flower tattoo under your sports bra “thanks got it for my mum” you smiled and she gave you hers.

“Ready for the photos” you smirked and she nodded.

When you put them on you heard some fans scream out and you both turned around, you in front of Jessie as she saw her name on your back.

She lingered before stepping next to you and you smiled for some photos before a professional photographer came and you smiled again, one photo where Jessie was looking at you.

You both parted ways after as Jessie kept her eyes on you, pupils diluted as Sam went up to her “good game” she said and Jessie kept her eyes glued onto you and your back.

“She’s staying at the Grand Heir Hotel” she smirked before smacking her Chelsea team mate on the back and walking off with a smile.

You got some shit from the team when you walked in with Jessie’s shirt on, especially from your Arsenal team mates who were whisper shouting.

Sam walked over to you where your cheeks were blushing “I may have told Jessie where your staying” she admitted and you widened your eyes “why?” You asked and she shrugged her shoulders “just cause” she said and walked away.

“Samantha!” You called but she walked away.

You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as you turned back to your cubby.

You had showered when you got home and hanged Jessie’s shirt up in the open wardrobe so you could still see it as you lied on your bed.

It was about 10:00 when a knock on your door started. Furrowing your brows you got up and opened it to see a slightly puffed out Jessie Fleming.

“Do you know how hard it was to figure out which room was yours?” She asked out of breath “I’m sorry?” You replied and she nodded “you should be” she said as she made her way in.

“Jessie-“ “call me Jess” she cut you off “what?” You asked and she nodded “I liked it” she said “when you called me Jess”

You smiled “okay Jess” you repeated “what are you doing here?” You asked and she looked around until she found her shirt in your wardrobe and grabbed it and threw it to you “put it back on” she said as she stepped closer to you “excuse me?” You asked and she repeated again.

“Jess I’m in my pajamas I don’t have a bra on” you admitted and she smirked “put it on” she repeated and you grew hot.

fuck she looked hot right now, you thought to yourself as she looked down at you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me” she whispered into your ear and you tried not to shudder at her words. “Do it for me” you whispered back as you looked into her hungry eyes, her pupils were dilated and you were sure yours were too.

Jessie gripped the edge of your white T-shirt before grazing her fingers underneath and hitting your bare skin but she kept eye contact.

“I want you to know that I’m going to fuck you, giving me that yellow today and egging me on, I’m not letting that pass today” she said as she grabbed your waist under your top and pulled you closer to her so that your lips were practically touching.

The feeling in between your legs was aching, you needed her.

“Take off my top Fleming” you told her before you stepped back, getting bing her room.

She smirked before grabbing the ends of your shirt and pulling it over your head, looking at your boobs before lightly pressing on them them “you’re beautiful” she said as she kissed on them, leaning your head back you groaned and she tugged on your nipple.

“No noise until my name is on your back” she ordered and you nodded “so loud on the pitch but I can make you silent with just one touch” she cooed and you closed your eyes out of pleasure, trying to not make any noise.

When Jessie pulled your arms up and slipped her jersey over your head you bit your lip and looked down at the jersey.

“Did you know I’d react like this? She taunted as she planted kissed on your neck “Did you know that I’d want to fuck your smirk out of you” she planted more “Did you know that sitting on top of me in the middle of the game would make want to kiss you right then and there” she taunted as she sucked on your skin, marking you.

“Jessie” you muttered out in pleasure as she walked you to the bed and through you on the mattress. You were so wet you didn’t know if she could see it through your grey tracksuit pants or not.

“We’re keeping to top on” she said as she leaned over the op of you and finally brought her lips to yours and kissed you, you let her take dominance of the kiss as her hands roamed your body until they reached your pants.

She looked at you for permission and you nodded “I need your words y/n” she said and you looked at her “yes”

“yes what?” Jessie taunted and you squirmed under her touch as she traveled her hand from your waist and teasingly down your pants without touching your pussy which you craved.

“yes please fuck me with your finger, mouth anything” you groaned out and Jessie smirked.

She returned her lips to yours before she grabbed the edge of your pants and slid them down, her moth following her as she kept them on you, trailing kisses along the jersey and until she hit your undies.

“Lace” she smiled “did you know I was coming?” She asked “I may have gotten a hint” you admitted and Jessie moved her hands up to squeeze your butt as she jerked your body up towards her,

“My favourite colour is blue” she fainted as she played with your blue lace underwear “too bad I have to take them off” she said as she blew on to your pussy and you moaned.

You were pulsing, searching for any friction.

Jessie slowly pulled your underwear down before she spread your legs apart and slid a finger through your folds.

“So wet, just for me” she said before leaning in and pressing her tongue through you, making you throw your head back and your back arch which she responded with putting her hand on your stomach and pushing you down so you couldn’t move.

She kept on going until you started moaning her name “Jessie- Jessie fuck keep going” you whimpered as she shot her head up, her chin covered in your juices.

“Turn around” she ordered and you did and she walked away “Jess” you nurtured and she walked back up to you “I’m not leaving don’t worry” she assured you and pressed her lips into yours as you tasted yourself.

She walked away as you heard her rummage through her bag she brought with her, you smiled to yourself as you saw the glimpse of the strap she held in her hands before stepping into it.

“Who’s name is on your back?” She asked you, her voice darker than usual “yours” you muttered out before she tapped your entrance with her cock “but louder than that baby, who’s name is on your back?” She asked again

“Yours” you moaned out louder and she slapped your ass making you whimper “exactly” she said before pushing in to your entrance.

“Fuck Jessie” you screamed out her name as she grew her paste wuick almost giving you no time to adjust.

“New question” she said as she moaned, the strap rubbing against her clit as she thrusted into you.

“Who’s cock is going to make you cum?” She asked as she somehow went quicker making you moan out in pleasure, your hair was up in a pony tail so she grabbed on to the end of your hair and pulled you back so your face was reaching the roof.

“That wasn’t an answer” she said and you closed your eyes “Yours Jessie, your cock” you whimpered out and she let go of your hair.

“You going to come with me” she demanded and you nodded “make me cum” you whined and she went in Harder and pressed you down more into the mattress.

It wasn’t long until you felt a coil in your stomach “Oh fuck, I’m bout to come” you repeated and you heard Jessie’s whimpers “me too, come with me” she said and you both let out moans as you came together and rides out your highs together.

You both stayed there until Jessie slowly pulled out and slowly rubbed her fingers over her last name on your back.

She then helped you go on your back as she leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Can we do that again?”

[serxinns]

HAII MOOTIEEE I HAVE AN IDEA

platonic yandere class 1a (+teachers if u feel like writing them) with an idol reader. to be a bit more specific, the reader is kinda like a jpop idol and they're also a hero, but they fight very brutally like someone in mortal Kombat would.

and the class is like very concerned cuz reader is pretty young and they shouldn't do all this hard idol work (I imagine that they found out they're an idol before they found out they were also a vigilante). Plus it would be kinda funny if the reader's fans were kinda weird and liked how they dealt with villains and ask to take pictures with them while they're all bloody n stuff cuz they think they look "cooler" or whatever.

also i feel like the reader would still be very happy-go-lucky as they absolutely decimate someone's face in mere seconds :3

A bunch of fans were crowding around UA waiting for you all because they heard a rumor that the famous jpop y/n l/n was the new student of UA it got all over the news headlines and social media everyone all over the Japan talking about it wherever you go when your In disguised even the Ua students themselves thinking what class you were going to be in

As you skipped through the halls a bunch of fans were crowding around you want to get your autograph you tried pushing them away but the crowd was too think You kept being shoved from one person to another trying to get a hold of you until a very loud whip cackle made the crowd quiet and immediately looks towards sensei midnight looking pissed than ever "alright people back around l/n San they got class to attend to lets go"

They all groaned as they soon backed away slowly heading to class but midnight wasn't satisfied just yet "Or unless you want extra training if you're saving that much energy~" thats when the students panicked and quickly went to their assigned classrooms, you ran up to midnight in a tight hug "thank you Sensei!" you smiled as Nemuri giggled and patted your head "your welcome desert now run along to your next class you don't wanna be late?"

You quickly ran into the halls hurrying up to not get late the the 6:59 hit 7 you knocked down your classroom door making it on time "I'm here!" You panted slowly trying to catch your breath everyone in the classroom, stood silently noticing your presence they all looked at you in silence for about a min until one girl with the pink hair screamed "its (idol name)!!!" The students were about to trample you down untill Aizawa glared at them with red glowing eyes demanding them to sit

Once seated Aizawa cleared his throat "Class this is our new student y/n l/n do you have any questions for her" a bunch of hands went up spouting all types of questions and that was how each of your bond started

They treated you like you were their siblings each of them wanted to spend time with you heck even the teachers!

The girls would invite you to a sleepover every other week or have a spa date with their idol spoiling you at the chance they get

Momo and iida were like your older siblings always helping you out the best way they could helping you with your grades and ofc spoiling you

Shoto and Bakugo would always compete with each other over for your praise and try out one another whether be fighting, playing games anything they'll do anything to win your attention

Tsuyu and Tokoyami were your calm besties pretending that they were normal even tho they wanted you just as bad Tokoyami and you would watch mystery movies together and Tsuyu would occasionally join the two of you and try guessing dark shadow would joined as well making it interesting while tokoyami watched happily

Izuku would rant all about his favorite heroes to you while you rant about your interests and put them together and thentwo of you would be ranting for hours and hours at the time

At training, it's WW2 fighting over who gets to train with you 1st and Aizawa had to stop them and decided that you were gonna train with him while the rest of the class groaned while he restrained himself from, smirking knowing he won

One day a villain was attacking and everyone's priorities were fixated on getting you safe but before they turned to look to see if you were you took off launching yourself towards the villain and beating them mercilessly the class watched as You were taking down the villain with mixed emotions, mostly admiration, some shocked, most concerned, and the bakusquad hyping you up

At the end of the day when the monsters got taken down you were met with a bunch of fans who wanted to get your autograph and a selfie with you but you were worried since you were covered in blood but the fans surprise thought it was badass, so your fans started taking a lot of photos with your while your class watched in jealous but that's fine

(They were gonna plan getting your merch anyway)

Sorry if it was rushed 🥲

[redrose10]

I’m still working on the picture game, but I got really inspired (motivated?) to finally finish this one and didn’t want to pass that up. This was supposed to just be a funny fluffy story so I’m not 100% satisfied with it and wish I had just stuck to the original idea which is part of the reason I put off writing this, but it is what it is and I do kind of like the ending.

So here is the final chapter, Chapter 3. Thank you to everyone for your patience on this!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 as reminders

CEO Yoongi x Female Barista/College Student Reader

Title: Cold Brewed Love

Summary: When you begged the owner of Jin’s Java House to hire more employees you didn’t mean for him to stick you with the cold, rude, arrogant CEO Min Yoongi. Over time something begins to brew between you both and you end up forced to make decisions way above the pay grade of a cafe barista.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, hints of smut(nothing explicit), Yoongi is mean but we all know he’ll turn fluffy later, violence, kidnapping, guns, murder, mentions of blood, death, funerals

Word Count: 3,189

“Yoongi!Yoongi!!! I’m in here.”, you shouted hoping that he could hear you. Footsteps got closer and closer and moments later he was standing in front of you panting and trying to catch his breath. He grabbed hold of the iron bars that were separating you two, the blood on his hands didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Yoongi pulled and shook the bars as hard as he possibly could trying to beak them open. When he realized his strength was not going to be enough he released his hold kicking the bottom with all he had.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I promise I’ll get you out of here.”, he whimpered near tears.

“It’s okay Yoongi. It is. Just please help me.”, you begged. You knew the sight of him should’ve infuriated you. That you should’ve cursed at him and directed all your anger towards w CD him. It was his fault that you were in this position to begin with. But there was something about having him there that comforted you. That made you want to escape and run right into his arms.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t the great Min Yoongi.”, a familiar annoying voice said.

Yoongi’s body visibly stiffened. “Myung”, he spat.

Your kidnapper whom you finally learned his name came a little bit closer, “Honestly Yoongi I am shocked that you are here. I guess there is a little bit of warmth left in that cold frozen heart of yours.”

“Let Y/N go. She’s innocent in all of this. Everything that happened between you and me and everything that will happen has nothing to do with her.”, Yoongi said taking a small step forward.

Myung laughed, “You know I might’ve actually considered that if it wasn’t for the fact that two of my men are laying dead just outside that door…all thanks to you.”

Your small gasp didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi. Yoongi was ashamed that he had to kill again, something he swore he would never do.

“And now you’re both going to pay for that.”, Myung smiled.

He tried to reach for the lock on the iron gate but Yoongi was quick to grab his wrist and stop him, “I said DON’T. FUCKING. TOUCH. HER.”

Myung’s lips curled up into a disgusting smile before he cackled, “Awwww Min Yoongi is in love. That’s fucking disgusting.”

Suddenly his eyes lit up though, “Yoongi, I have a great idea. How about we both go in there and we can take turns with Y/N…you know just like old times? She looks like the kind of slut that would be into that.”

You felt appalled at what he was trying to insinuate about you but before you could even react yourself Yoongi already had Myung pushed up against the back wall, his thumbs forcefully pressing down on his throat. “Don’t ever speak about her like that.”, he hissed before Myung managed to break free.

“Fine! Fuck you both then.”, he choked still trying to catch his breath.

There was a knock followed by some footsteps. A very burly man walked in. He didn’t say a word.

“Ahhh just in time.”, Myung said as he took a black velvet bag from the man. Myung dismissed him and he was gone in just a few long strides.

Yoongi had moved back near you. You had your fingers wrapped around his the best you could through the iron bars. You both watched as Myung slowly untied the ribbon around the black bag.

He smirked, “I know that Yoongi knows what this is, but I’m guessing our little Y/N isn’t going to be so sure.” He walked closer to you making Yoongi step inbetween you both a little more. He let out a sound that could almost be described as a low growl.

“Oh stand down you over grown chihuahua.”, Myung scoffed, “I just want to show Y/N your sweet gift.”

You were terrified yet somehow still curious.

Myung came closer, “Y/N this is called a gun.”

You bit your tongue trying not to aggravate the situation even more thanks to his condescension.

He showed you the silver pistol flipping it over several times, “See this right here…this engraving of a rose? That was the symbol of our organization. We went with a rose because even when faded and dead there is still some beauty to it. Beautiful right? Oh! And see these initials…those are mine and those are your little boyfriends.”

You looked over the gun. It was indeed beautiful yet horrifying at the same time.

Myung continued, “This gun is one of a kind and very expensive. It was a gift from Yoongi. A gift after we made our first big deal and our business started taking off. You see, I’ve always cherished this gift. It was from my best friend who I loved and respected more than anything. But then I was betrayed.”

You could see that Yoongi tense up. Even your own nerves were starting to shake.

“And even after that. Even when I thought I lost everything, even when I didn’t have a cent to my name and I was digging through others trash for something to eat…I refused to sell this. It meant too much to me. I knew that one day I would be grateful that I held onto it.”

While still holding the silver pistol in his left hand, his right hand reached behind him and he brandished a second gun.

He grinned at you, “And today is finally that day. Because the same gun that my best friend gifted to me all those years ago, is the same gun that he is going to use to kill you, the love of his life with.”

There was no time for you or Yoongi to react. Within an instant Myung had the barrel of the other gun pushed flush against the back of Yoongi’s skull.

“Go on take it.”, he said holding out the silver one. When he didn’t grab it Myung cocked the gun that was being held against his head. The click sound it made, although quiet, sounded deafeningly loud at the moment. “How about now? Take the gun Yoongi.”, he said shoving it towards him again.

Yoongi’s hands were shaking. The crimson colored blood from earlier now dried but still a contrasting difference compared to his pale skin.

Myung smiled unlocking the iron gate and forcing Yoongi inside your cell. You were sat down on the ground leaning up against the farthest wall.

“Now! Let’s see if you’ve really changed at all or do you still only care about yourself?…Go on… Kill her.”, he pointed in your direction.

Yoongi inched his way over to you. Myung still forcing the gun against his head.

“Go ahead, say your goodbyes.”

Yoongi crouched down in front of you. The silver he held in his hand very prominent. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”, he murmured.

Myung pushed the gun a little harder making Yoongi wince, “Kill her! Or I will kill you both.”

You closed your eyes not wanting to watch it happen. You waited and waited. A few seconds felt like an eternity.

With your eyes glued shut the rest of your senses were heightened. That was the only way you were able to hear the faintest call of your name.

When you cracked open your eyes Yoongi was staring at you. You also noticed that two other men had entered the room standing just outside your cell, their guns drawn.

You turned your attention back to Yoongi. His eyes began looking down a few times before searching for you again. Following his line of vision there was a tiny piece of paper tucked just under your thigh. Slowly you inched your fingers just enough to grasp it and bring it fully in your possession.

“Y/N look at me.”, he whispers once more. You did as was requested of you.

“When I say so…take this gun. There are six bullets and it will already be cocked. All you have to do is pull the trigger. Take it and run. Run as fast and as far as you can get. Don’t stop for anyone.”

“No, what about you.”, you tried to whisper, the tears forming at your waterline making it difficult.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m the reason you’re here to begin with. I’ll be okay. I just want you to get out and be safe. Promise me you’ll run and you won’t stop.”

You nodded and tried to speak but Myung was getting impatient, “Okay that’s it. Do it now Yoongi or I will and I’ll make you watch.”

Yoongi gave you a small nod. He stood up and pointed the gun at your forehead.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry and I hope one day you can forgive me.”, he spoke softly, a slight waiver in his voice.

You heard the gun cock. “Do it Yoongi!! Do it!”, Myung exclaimed excitedly.

“1…2…3..Now Y/N!”, Yoongi screamed.

Instantly you jumped up grabbing the gun. Yoongi spun around knocking Myung back. You could hear there was a scuffle but you couldn’t stick around to look. You heard shots, Myung’s two men started shooting. You crouched down trying to shield yourself.

“Run Y/N. Go!”, Yoongi huffed through the struggle.

Remembering the gun in your hand you fired, 1..2..3.. shots before deciding to run for it. You don’t know if by some incredible luck you shot the men or if they were more worried about their boss but somehow you made it past them.

Running up the stairs and down two long hallways when you stopped to catch your breath. You were worried about Yoongi. You couldn’t leave without him. You turned to go back when you heard footsteps and shouting. Five more men were racing towards the location you just came from. Feeling the note in your hand you remembered your promise so you turned the opposite direction and ran. You found an exit and ran through the field then through the woods. You ran until your lungs felt like they were going to burst open.

When you finally got a safe distance you stopped, hidden behind a large pine tree. You were sweaty and thirsty and exhausted. All you could do for several moments what just lie there and stare up at the sky worried about yourself and also Yoongi. It he was safe, if he was even alive any more.

Then you remembered the note that you had shoved in your pocket at some point.

Once the paper was unfolded there was nothing but an address. You didn’t recognize the location and you were leery but Yoongi had just risked his life for you and maybe against your better judgement you still trusted him.

After some begging and pleading outside of a diner you were able to collect enough cash for a taxi. The car pulled up to the address you had provided.

You had to climb over the 12ft iron fence, ironic you thought, and after walking several hundred feet through the overgrown grass a grand mansion welcomed you. It was slightly dilapidated like no one had really lived there in quite some time but still looked sturdy.

A note was taped to the door, “The code is the same as the total for my usual coffee order.”

You thought for a second remembering that his usual coffee came to $6.13 so you found the keypad and typed in 613. You chuckled to yourself as the mechanism unlocked.

Right in front of the door were several bags. Food, bottles of water, medical supplies, a bag with toiletries, and a bag full of clean clothes for you.

After your very much appreciated shower you changed and made some instant noodles to eat. It didn’t take long for exhaustion to overtake you putting you in and out of consciousness.

Three days had gone by. You had no phone or internet or way to contact anyone. Your only source of information was an old box tv in one of the room that thankfully still worked. You kept it on as a source of noise in the lonely house but also hoping that maybe you just might hear something useful.

Then it came. The dramatic music followed by breaking news graphic flashing across the screen.

The reporter sat looking solemn.

“Good evening folks, we come to you with breaking news just reported. Min Yoongi, ceo of MYG Inc. has passed away. He appears to have been killed by close friend Kim Myung, also deceased. The police have confirmed there seems to have been a dispute over money leading to the murder. Min Yoongi’s companion L/N Y/N has also been reported missing. A small funeral is being prepared for close family and friends. The Min family asks for privacy at this time.”

Dropping to your knees you cried out into the air. You cried yourself to sleep that night and the next three after. You cried when you braved your way into town to get more supplies and you came across a coffee place. The smell reminding you of him and your time together.

You cried when a lawyer showed up at the house. At first you held a gun to his head, still being scared and untrusting of people. He must’ve known Yoongi well because he didn’t even flinch. Instead showing you the documents Yoongi had prepared.

The mansion you were currently staying in had been paid for in cash. A car in the garage also paid for and free of debt. Both purchased for the sole purpose of being given to you.

80% of Yoongi’s wealth was to be donated to a “charity” in which you were the named receiver under an alias. There was an account that only you had access to which had over $500 million in it. The other 20% was to be donated to an actual charity of your choice.

The lawyer took you to a back room in the basement where there was a vault. It was filled with money, jewelry, and even a couple gold bars you thought only existed in movies. Per the lawyer Yoongi had left the money there suggesting that you use it to fix up the house any way that you’d like, but it was your money so ultimately up to you on how it was spent.

Before he left he gave you a letter. Just from the writing on the front you knew it was from Yoongi.

“Y/N,

I hope that you are okay and doing well. I have made it so that you can live comfortably for the rest of your life. If you need more there is a bank account in my name at the London National Bank. Account number 03091993. I added you as a beneficiary so that you have access. No one other than you and I know this account exists.

I’m sorry that I brought you into this. I never expected my prior faults to cause such destruction in an innocent persons life. I hope that some day you can forgive me as this was not the plan. I just wanted to date the cute girl that worked at the coffee shop.

Take care of yourself,

Yoongi.”

You wiped away at the tears as you neatly folded up the letter and tucked it away for safe keeping.

A couple months went by. You started cleaning and fixing up the mansion bit by bit. Mostly just diy projects as you still didn’t fully trust anyone to know where you were living.

It was lonely. You had befriend and taken in a stray cat that you found wandering around the woods just outside the mansion. You named him Suga because he had white fur and was really the sweetest boy but still had a little sass and savagery to him.

You often wondered what your friends were doing, if they worried about you. You had very little contact with you family since you were a teenager so you wondered if they had even noticed it was you on the news.

Sometimes you even thought about the coffee shop. Did Jin replace you or was he having everyone pick up the slack? Were the same employees even still there? It could be a whole new team by now for all you knew.

You started reminiscing about the time Jimin was bickering with Jungkook about putting too many chocolate chips in the cookie dough somehow resulting in Jungkook ending up with a mouthful of raw dough that Jimin had shoved in there while he was mid rant to shut him up. The way Jungkook’s cheeks puffed out and his eyes widened in shock was one of the funniest things you had ever witnessed. It felt good to laugh again, even if you were just thinking by yourself.

When the whistle on the kettle sounded you poured the hot water into a mug letting the tea bag soak before adding a touch of honey.

You had recently taken a liking to tea. Hot chocolate had too much sugar to drink nightly and you had grown a distaste for coffee, the smell and taste started making you nauseous.

“Come on Suga, let’s go watch a movie.”, you smiled as the cat happily trotted next you.

You were settled in with your tea and a bowl of popcorn with Suga right next to you on the couch. You were just about to hit play when a knock sounded at the door.

Nervousness coursed through your body. Even though it was rare, you still hated getting unexpected guests. You peaked out the window unable to see anything other than a black Rolls Royce parked in the long drive way. You were content on ignoring it pretending that no one was home when another knock came through.

You shooed Suga away hoping to at least protect your only companion and after he scurried upstairs you tiptoed to the front door.

Opening the drawer of the side table you grabbed the small hand gun.

The silver one Yoongi had given you safely upstairs next to your bed where you kept it for easy access through the night.

After the previous events you had used some of your money to buy several guns, hiding them in various places around the house and property, just in case.

Slowly you cocked the gun while turning the lock at the same time.

You swung open door bringing the pistol up and pointing it directly at whoever was standing on your porch.

“Whoa whoa whoa Y/N…It’s me.”, they said with their arms in the air to show they meant no harm.

You watched as a paper to-go cup fell from their hands landing on the ground, brown liquid spilling out. The scent of coffee immediately hit your nostrils making your stomach turn, but not as much as the sight in front of you did.

You dropped the gun feeling like your limbs had gone numb,

“Yoongi? I don’t understand. What are you doing here?”