#SHE JOINED OUR LOBBY AFTER THE MATCH

[daily-singularity]

Never underestimate the pathetic charm of the survivors

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

I dunno if you take requests or not but a 18+ with Damian and maybe Jey or Rhea sister and they don’t know until he gets mad and lets it slip

●Damian Priest x Rhea's sister Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Waking up in our hotel room, I look over seeing Damian naked next to me who is also naked. I roll over leaning my body against his and I start rubbing his chest with my hand making him groan.

"Why do you have to be such a morning person?"

He slightly opens his eyes looking at me. I giggle rubbing his chest and clenching my legs together over his sexy morning voice.

"Because I don't like starting my day in the afternoon like you do."

I get up and he rolls over smacking my ass causing me to turn and look at him.

"Keep it up mister and you gonna get sucked dry again."

"I don't think there is anything left after last night."

I giggle at his comment as I go to the bathroom to get a shower. I shower and come out wrapped in a towel. I grab my bag and start getting changed as Damian gets up changing as well. I changed into a Judgement Day shirt I cut up, black ripped up skinny jeans and some black platform boots.

"Wepa!"

I look over at Damian and his jaw is dropped basically drooling staring at me. I giggle and walk over to him.

"See something you like papi?"

"Oh don't call me that or we are gonna be late getting to Raw."

I smirk looking up at him running my fingers down his arm. He is wearing a Judgement Day tank top, matched with some black skinny jeans and his black boots. He grabs his bag and looks down at me.

"Ready to go before Rhea sees us both coming out of this room?"

I roll my eyes at the name of my sister. I do love my sister with all my heart but I broke her one rule she had with me when I joined Judgement Day with her. Do not date anyone in the group. Especially Damian. Me and Damian had this attraction to each other that felt like a spark when we first met but now is full blown fireworks together. I feel he is the one for me and I'm the one for him. Just Rhea doesn't know about us. I open the door and peep my head out seeing no one in the hallway until a door opens. Out comes Rhea and I close the door looking up at Damian.

"Rhea is out there. I'll go and walk with her to the hotel lobby than you come down in like 10 minutes."

He leans down and kisses me as he goes into the bathroom. I slip out the door closing it behind me, pulling my backpack straps up on my shoulders.

"Y/N!"

Rhea walks fast over to me and puts an arm around my shoulder looking at me with a smirk.

"Who did you have over last night? You guys were kinda loud. Good for you for getting over that stupid little crush you had on Damian and getting with someone else."

I shake my head at her rolling my eyes.

"So who did you get with? Was it Jey Uso? I told you that you should definitely go for him."

We walk down to the lobby as I just shake my head at her and her guesses.

"Cmon. Just tell me."

"Rhea. That is my business. Sorry."

"You are no fun."

She walks over to where Dom and Finn are waiting for us. I walk over behind her pulling out my phone.

Y/N: we are down here. You are good.

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*Damian's POV*

I get her text message, grab my bag and make my way out of our hotel room. As soon as I walk out, Jordan is walking past me. He stops and looks at me.

"Hey Dame."

He looks behind me at the door than looks back at me.

"Isn't that Y/N's room?"

"Jordan. You so much as tell Rhea you saw me coming out of Y/N's room, I will choke you against the wall again until you pass out. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah man. I won't say anything. Headed to the lobby?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

We walk down the hallway together and he keeps looking at me. I stop and look at him.

"If you have questions, ask them now before we meet everyone else."

"Are you banging her? I wanted to but I'm to scared of Rhea."

"Jordan. I am going to choke you. You are pushing my buttons. Me and Y/N have been dating for almost a year now. So no, you can't bang my girlfriend."

"Oh shit. You have kept this a secret from Rhea for almost a year? That takes some balls from the both of you."

"Now let's get going before they come looking for us."

We walk to the lobby together and they are all standing there waiting for us. Jordan let's out a breath shaking his head.

"I don't know how you can keep that a secret man. She is... wow."

"That's it."

I grab Jordan by his shirt and slam him against the wall causing them all to run over to us.

"Say one more thing about my woman like that and I am going to pop that big ass head of yours!"

"Woah woah woah Damian! Your woman?"

Rhea grabs my arm looking at me.

"Yeah. Y/N."

Jordan must have a death wish after saying that. Y/N comes over and puts her hand on my arm. I drop Jordan to the floor and look at Rhea taking a deep breath. Rhea looks at us both with her jaw dropped.

"Y/N. You broke my one rule about being in The Judgement Day. No dating anyone in the group. Especially Damian."

She looks down at the ground when I look at Rhea in shock. Rhea shakes her head and smiles pushing Y/N's face up to look at hers.

"But..... seeing how protective he is of you and how much he loves you. That's all that matters to me. As long as you are loved and safe, I don't mind if you date Damian."

Y/N smiles and jumps into Rhea's arms giving her a big hug. I smile, wrap my arms around both of them giving them a big hug as well. Rhea sets down Y/N as I let them go and she looks down at Jordan laying on the ground.

"What are we gonna do about him?"

I roll my eyes, lean down, pick him up and throw him over my shoulder as everyone collects their bags and heads out to the car to head to the arena.

[l4brvtality]

Wrapped in your arms | D.Priest

Request — Can you write an imagine about reader and damian priest being friends to lovers where they are forced to share an hotel room and she ask him shyly to cuddle and he agrees and he plays with her hair and caress her cheek

Pairings — Damian priest x Fem!Wrestler!Reader

Warnings — None just fluff

Song for this fic — Light Shower — Melanie Martinez

I felt the exhaustion hit me as I entered my dressing room. I sat down on a the couch , steadying myself and gulping damn near my whole bottle of water. I soon heard a knock at the door thinking it might have been liv, or Iyo . So I responded.

“Come in!” 

But what I didnt expect was one of The Judgment Days members to come walking in. The archer of Infamy, Damian priest. He wore his classic Senor Money in the bank T-Shirt , with black leather pants and a black belt to match. I felt confused as Damian never really cane into my dressing room. Sure we were close, but he knew his boundaries and I knew his. We cared about each other’s privacy. That was That.

“Oh, Damian what are you doing in here?” I asked. The confusion evident in my voice.

“I know I never go into your locker room , but this is important. We have to room together. I mean we haven’t in the past but Hunter said something about “getting to know each other” or whatever . So why not just share right? Plus who knows maybe you’ll join the judgment day,”Damian replied a smile forming on his face after the last sentence.

I giggled a bit , trying to hide the blush that creeped onto my face. My nervousness was now clear as day as I began to fidget with my fingers. But nonetheless, I replied back.

“Hey if you want I could drive you there,” Damian spoke. 

“Oh yeah..sure,” I felt my hands sweat up as I spoke.

Damian gave me a smile and nod as he left my

Dressing room, phone in hand. I sighed as I thought aboit the interaction. What did he mean when he said we fit together? Discarding the thought, I changed into more comfortable clothes ,and began to pack my stuff and head to Damians rental.

Location - At the hotel

As me and Damian had arrived at the hotel , I found his presence to be comforting and soft. So unlike his onscreen character. It was safe to say we had gotten to know each other way better than we had before. Sure we had been friends for a little over a month , but that didnt mean we knew each other like we thought we did.

Our laughs got quieter as Damian parked into the hotel driveway. That was also the point where I got into deep thought. What did he mean when Triple H said we had to get to know each other? were already friends so why? And what did Damian mean when he said I might join TJF. I cleared my thoughts as I hopped out the car, leaving Damian in a confused expression.

When we arrived to the lobby , I found one of my good friends Rhea to be sitting on one of the couches. Once she spotted me a smile formed on her face.

Me, Damian , and Rhea talked for a while but me and Damian found ourselves giggling and laughing while talking to each other. I felt my face grow hot as he mentioned how well I was at wrestling. Telling me how he loved my gear and it made my beauty stand out. 

“Alright you two stop flirting with each other,” Rhea said with a smile.

“What I-” 

“No we weren’t-“ 

Me and Damian spoke over each other. 

Rhea giggled and began to get her stuff together.

“Whatever just check in. I’ll talk to you both later” Rhea spoke as she grabbed her keycard and headed to her room.

Next up was me and Damian. I was about to put my bags down when they slipped out of my hands. Into Damians. I looked at him for a quick second seeing a sly smile on his face, before checking in for our room and grabbing our keycard.

— In the hotel Room 

It had only been about 15 minutes since we checked in and unpacked our stuff, picking our beds and chatting a bit. Although it hadn’t been long, I had felt safe and comfortable with him. Telling him more about my past and things I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone. I felt safe.

I felt safe with him

“Hey Im gonna take a shower we can talk after, yeah?” Damian spoke. In which I nodded in response.

After he finished up in the shower, gotten dressed and ready for bed, we found ourselves i found myself zoning out as i looked at his features.

“Hey Y/N you there?” Damian asked. Small giggles leaving his lips.

“Oh yeah I’m fine.” I responded.

Damian tried believing me, but it was the way I looked at him which made him think differently.

“Whats on your mind chica?” He asked. 

“I was wondering if we could sleep in the same bed, I know it might seem weird but-“ I was cut off.

“So you wanna cuddle?” Damian asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah if thats fine…” I trailed off scared of him rejecting me.

Instead of answering, he stood up and laid facing my front. His arms wrapping around me. I felt my heartbeat pound faster as he got comfortable.

“Relax mariposa,” he spoke in a whisper.

For the rest of the night, I felt calm and safe as we laid with each other. One of his hands playing in my hair as he started falling asleep. Me softly snoring after him.

[xuchiya]

mix and match || kang yeosang || one-shot

|genre: non!idol yeosang. female reader. just pure fluff, fluff, and fluff and little bit of embarrassment. |mentions: nothing really.

summary: From mistaken popcorn theft to shy smiles and exchanged numbers, what starts as an embarrassing moment might just turn into something unforgettable. Who knew a wrong seat could lead to the right connection?

word count: 992

The cinema was unusually quiet, its spacious lobby echoing with faint murmurs and the occasional pop of kernels from the concession stand. Few people lingered, either engrossed in deciding which movie to watch or idly scrolling through their phones. The air smelled faintly of butter and caramel, mingling with the cool, almost sterile chill of the air conditioning.

I stood in line, shifting on my feet as I clutched my wallet. The posters plastered on the walls showcased both nostalgic classics and the latest blockbusters, but I had eyes only for one title—our favorite movie. My sister and I had planned this day for weeks, and I wasn’t about to let anything ruin it.

When it was finally my turn, I bought two tickets and joined my sister, who was already juggling drinks and popcorn. Together, we secured the perfect seats: smack in the middle of the theater, where the screen loomed large and immersive.

As the lights dimmed and the movie began, I settled into the plush seat, the sound of rustling popcorn and soft whispers gradually fading into the background. The movie pulled me in, scene by scene, until an insistent tug reminded me of reality. Nature’s call was not one to be ignored.

“I’ll be right back,” I whispered, leaning toward my sister. She nodded, her attention still fixed on the glowing screen. Carefully, I navigated the rows of seats, ducking and apologizing to those I passed.

The brightness of the hallway outside the theater felt almost jarring after the cozy darkness of the cinema. I quickly did what I had to do and returned, eager not to miss any of the good parts.

When I stepped back inside, the theater was darker than I remembered. The faint glow of the aisle lights barely lit my way, and I squinted as I approached our row. My sister’s silhouette was faintly visible, her figure unmoving as she sipped on her drink. Counting the seats from the aisle, I slid into the one next to her, relieved to be back.

Without missing a beat, I reached for the popcorn nestled on her lap. Grabbing a handful, I popped a piece into my mouth. “You’re really into this movie, huh?” I teased, noting her unusual silence.

“Mhm,” came the reply.

I froze mid-chew. The voice wasn’t right—it was softer, quieter, and unmistakably… deeper. My sister didn’t sound like that.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled as the glow of the movie’s next scene illuminated the person beside me. Slowly, I turned my head, my heart beginning to pound.

“Ye-Yeosang?” I whispered, barely audible.

I jumped up so fast I nearly knocked the popcorn out of his lap. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I thought you were my sister!” I whispered hurriedly, my face burning as I scrambled to grab my things, fumbling with the empty soda cup in my hand.

Yeosang blinked up at me, clearly startled, but before I could make my mortified escape, his hand gently circled my wrist.

“Wait,” he said softly, his voice calm but steady.

I froze, my wide eyes meeting his. His touch was light, hesitant, as though he was afraid I might bolt at any second.

“It’s okay,” he said, his lips curving into a soft smile that somehow made my heart skip. “You can… stay if you want.”

“W-what?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He gestured toward the empty seat beside him, his expression kind but unreadable. “I mean, since you’re already here… why not?”

I hesitated, the weight of my embarrassment pulling me in two directions. My sister and friends were somewhere behind me, likely holding back laughter at my ridiculous blunder. But there was something in Yeosang’s gaze—gentle, maybe even a little hopeful—that made the idea of staying seem not so bad.

“Well… okay,” I mumbled, lowering myself back into the seat, though this time, I folded my hands tightly in my lap, determined not to touch his popcorn again.

For the rest of the movie, I was acutely aware of him. The occasional brush of his arm against mine sent a shiver down my spine, and every time he chuckled at a scene, my heart fluttered. I couldn’t help but glance at him when the screen cast his face in soft light—the curve of his lips when he smiled, the way his eyes crinkled at something funny. And sometimes, when I laughed too loud, I caught him stealing a quick look at me, his smile turning just a little softer.

When the credits finally rolled and the lights brightened, I turned to him, clutching at the words swirling in my mind. “I’m really sorry about earlier,” I said, laughing nervously. “I swear I don’t just sit in random people’s seats or steal their popcorn.”

Yeosang chuckled, a warm, melodic sound that made the corners of my embarrassment ease. “It’s fine,” he said, his voice low and easy. “Honestly, it’s probably the best thing that’s happened all night.”

His words made my cheeks heat again, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment. Before I could figure out what to say, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, “I hope we can have a proper movie night next time?” he said, his tone steady but his ears tinged pink.

 My chest felt light, like the weight of my earlier mortification had vanished entirely. I nodded, putting my number before giving it back to him, A smile crept across my lips, and I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

As I made my way back to my sister, who was now smirking at me with barely contained glee, I couldn’t resist one last glance over my shoulder.

Yeosang waves his hand goodbye before he turns to the other direction whilst my sister drags me to the opposite direction.

And suddenly, the mix and match didn’t seem like a mistake at all—it felt like fate.

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 12-Atsushi/Reader with Accidental Voyeurism and Breeding Kink

Notes: Atsushi my baby. I love him so much he’s so pretty. Also love breeding kinks so yay

“Are you sure this is the right place?” You say, eying the rundown inn dubiously. Atsushi nods, double checking the small piece of paper he holds in his hands. “Yes, this is the place.” He says. The smell of petrichor fills the air, the grass still wet after the rain. It's evening, and mist has started to creep it way over the treetops, obscuring all but the trunks. It's a thick fog, blanketing the world in a pretty mist. It makes everything feel smaller, warmer, more intimate. Probably because you can't see past the small ring of trees surrounding the inn. A lantern hanging by the door casts a ring of golden light on the grass, and an owl hoots in the distance. It's almost like you’ve entered a different world, a mysterious world full of mist and darkness. 

The clouds above you threaten more rain, and you grip Atsushi’s arm, almost afraid of the place. It always feels spookier during October. “Let's just go. I'm honestly too tired to even care.” You say, gripping Atsushi’s arm tighter. You don't notice the blush that crawls across his face as you move towards the Inn, dragging your small bags behind you. 

The lobby is lit in lowlight, more lanterns bathing the place in an orange yellow light. The corners are in shadow, and you can almost see shadow men in the corner, waiting to ambush you in your sleep. You shudder, clutching Atsushi’s arm close to your body as the two of you make your way towards the lady behind the front desk.

She’s very pretty, with her hair done up in a classical style, wearing a traditional kimono. She smiles at the two of you, looking very much like a proud mother. 

“Do you two lovebirds have a room?” She says. You blush, and drop Atsushi’s arm like it's personally offended you. “Yes, do you have any?” Atsushi says, placing the bags on the wooden floor. “And we’re not together like that.” Are you projecting or did he almost sound disappointed? You're probably projecting. 

“Sure sweetheart.” The front desk lady says, winking. “Aren't you guys lucky, you guys got our last room! We’re fully booked today.” She fished behind the desk, pulling out a key attached to a large wooden ring. “You guys are on the second floor, in room 8B. Breakfast is at eight thirty tomorrow, if you’d like to join us.” She says, smiling all the while. “And, try not to be too loud, if you know what I mean.” She throws the two of you one more wink, as you escape, your faces painted with matching blushes. 

The room is actually pretty big, with an attached bathroom, but the thing that your eyes catch immediately is the one(singular) queen bed sitting in the middle of it. You pause in the doorway, cheeks flushing again, as your eyes frantically scan the room for any other beds. But no, there isn't even a couch. Atsushi chokes beside you, and you scurry into the room, allowing him inside. The door closes behind you with a slam. His face probably rivals yours for color, and the two of you stand at the edge of the room, blushing and awkward for a good few minutes, before Atsushi rushes to speak.

“Don't worry, we can just get another room.” He says, placing your bags on the floor next to the bed. You shake your head. “They're fully booked, remember? The front desk lady told us.” You say, frantically trying to get control of your blush. 

“I can sleep on the floor then.” Atsushi says, shooting you a sweet smile. You almost melt at his kindness, but you shake your head. “No, I couldn't do that to you. And besides imscaredtosleepalone…” You whisper the last part, and as if to prove your point, the shadows in the corners dance wickedly, almost laughing at you. Atsushi frowns. “What was that? I didn't hear that last part.” You flush, embarrassed as you raise your voice. “I'm scared to sleep alone, ok? This place is spooky.” You say, blushing again, this time out of embarrassment. Blessedly, Atsushi doesn't laugh at you. He just nods, a pretty flush still painted across his face. 

In a hurry to change the subject, you flop into an armchair, sinking deep into the comforting cushions. “The mission went well huh.” You say, letting the exhaustion seep out of your bones. Atsushi nods, opening his small overnight bag. “Yes, thankfully.” He says, pulling out a phone charger. “I’m just thankful we were able to defeat him.” 

You laugh. “We? Atsushi, don't be modest, you did most of the work.” The boy protests, but you laugh again. The mission had been deceptively simple on the surface, just an investigation. A young woman had requested someone to keep tabs on her boyfriend to see if he was cheating on her. Turns out he wasn't cheating on her, but he was running a drug smuggling ring, and was an ability user. You were much more investigative than combat focused, so you had done what you could but Atsushi had been the real star. You shift, rubbing your thighs together. Watching him fight was always so, for lack of a better word, sexy. He was usually  such a sweet polite boy, and while you loved him like that, you also loved watching him fight. His eyes would get all feral, and the way he would stare down enemies always made your pus—

You cut your dirty thoughts short as you feel your panties getting wet. You need to control your thoughts because Atsushi might be able to smell your arousal with that powerful animal nose of his. You stand hurriedly, reaching for your pajamas and other bath supplies. “Gonna take a shower first, that good Atsushi?” You say, hoping to god that he can't smell your arousal. He looks up from his place on the bed, fiddling with his phone and gives you a thumbs up. You disappear with a sigh of relief into the bathroom.

The steamy water feels wonderful, washing away both your arousal and the dirt of the day. You run soap over your body, washing each nook and cranny carefully. Your thoughts drift away as your shampoo your hair. It had been a long day. First the long train ride away from civilization, and then a pretty shady taxi ride out into the woods, and then shadowing the target for nearly three hours, and then finally the big fight. It had been a pretty hard fight, in your humble opinion, but Atsushi had very quickly taken out all of the henchmen, before moving to the main event. 

He hadn't even needed to fully transform, just his legs and arms to block the enemies attacks. The target, John’s ability allowed him to turn paper into projectiles as sharp as a knife. And he was combat experienced as well, to anybody else a hard foe. But Atsushi handled him easily. You still remembered how his eyes had narrowed, his pretty pupils turning cat eyed, a feral light turning them irresistible. He moved so fast and nimble, his feet barely touching the ground as he leaped in large bounds towards John, fast strikes aimed at his arms, meaning to incapacitate, never kill. 

But the worst, or best part had been when John had aimed a projectile at you, sitting on the sidelines. The first instant you were watching a hardened paper airplane fly at you, fearing for your safety and then the next you were pressed to the floor by Atsushi, his body covering the length of yours.

And honestly, you know you should have been scared but the first image that ran though your brain was thoughts of this position, but with Atsushi’s dick pummeling your pussy, railing you into the ground. He would pant in your ear, calling your name, hallowed with pants and grunts, and you would moan him in return, right there on the battlefield, John be damned. It was such a dirty thought, so unexpected that it shocked you, and even as Atsushi flew back in John’s direction, a feral light in his eyes, you stayed on the ground for a hot second, truly taking in that barrage of dirty images. 

You had already known you had a crush on Atsushi, ever since his sweet smiles and kindness had started to make your heart pound erratically in your chest. But you had never truly realized just how unhinged your thoughts could get, not until today however. 

You snap back out of your fantasies, still in the shower, but with a telling wetness between your legs. You sigh, sliping your hands between your legs. 

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The vending machine down the hall didn't have his favorite drink. Now, this really wasn't a problem, but the only things the vending machine had was water, and mini bottles of Vodka. Both of those options were mildly concerning, to say the least, and Atsushi didn't even know if that was legal. With a sigh, Atsushi just punched in two waters and walked back to the room with his treasures. 

You're still in the shower when he opens the door, and Atsushi takes this opportunity to change into his pj’s and work on the mission brief. It's boring work however, and Atsushi feels his mind drifting back to the mission this afternoon. You always did especially well with intel missions, and this one was no exception. You had been the one to locate the target, you had been the one to initiate most of the sneaking, and you had been the one who had found the hideout in the first place. Atsushi had just been essentially muscle. And he wasn't complaining, however sappy it might sound, he was just happy to tag along with you, and have more of an opportunity to simply be in your presence. Happy to let his embarrassing little crush marinate and slowly grow bigger and bigger, the longer he spends around you. 

He takes a sip of water, filling in the details as much as he can, because Kunikida prefers it that way and he’s just going to have to redo it if he doesn't do it now. He thinks back on earlier, when they had first arrived at the inn and you had been clutching at his arm. He was sure his face had been bright red, but you hadn't noticed, much too scared of the surroundings to pay attention to his beating heart and red face. And then, when the Inn keeper had called the two of you a couple, Atsushi’s heart soared. The after insinuation had made him flush again though. But whatever, he was happy just to be in your aura. 

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You're deep in your arousal, two fingers stuffed deep in your cunt, full on moaning when your elbow hits the shampoo bottle, sending it to the floor with a clatter. You barely notice, to busy with the lust clouding your mind, the nasty fantasy staring Atsushi making you fuck yourself desperately, trying to get off quickly before you have to go to sleep in your shared bed. 

You're so deep in your lust, eyes closed, that you don't notice how loud the clatter really is, and that your jumpy temporary roommate outside will most definitely assume the worst. And you're so, so close. Your orgasm is hanging just above your head, and you're desperately reaching for it when the door slams open and a very worried Atsushi comes to a dramatic stop right in front of you. It's then that you open your hazy eyes, and see a very shocked Atsushi right in front of you.

And it's right then, that your orgasm hits you like a truck, and all you can do is let it rock you, trying to bite your moans in as he stares at you in shock. And then the orgasm recedes and leaves you, lust fogged and confused, staring up at him. 

“Huh? A-atsushi?” You say. Leaping to attention, Atsushi scrambles backwards, face firetruck red. 

“Um, i-im so sorry, I heard a clatter and I thought you were hurt. And i-uh-i'll just go, I'm sorry.” He says, tripping backwards and somehow making it out the door without any major injuries. “I'm so, so sorry.” he says one last time, before slamming the door behind him. 

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Atsushi sits on the edge of the bed, fingers drumming patterns in his thighs, dick hard in his pants, and all he can see is the image, seared into his eyelids, of you, your face as you orgasmed. He sees it every time he closes his eyes. It's all he can see, along with flashes of your naked body, your breathless voice saying his name, right after you came. 

He’s going to hell, he’s going to rot in hell. His formerly innocent, fluffy little crush has changed, now he can't think straight, his heart is pounding, and half of his blood is going south. His dick is hard, and involuntarily he snakes a hand down, just putting a little pressure on it. That's ok, right? He can't out right jerk off, especially with you right in the other room, he can do this much right? 

It still feels gross though, but Atsushi can't stop himself as he moves his hand along his length, still trapped in his pants. You're so pretty, your curves perfect, the image of your perky boobs seared into his frontal lobe. You’d been fucking yourself with your fingers, and Atsushi can still remember the moment you’d cum, the exspression that had come across your face, your eyes as they made contact with his own.

Atsushi’s started panting, hand pressing down a little harder on his length as he imagined you. He can picture it, you beneath him, writhing against him, the heat of your walls. And then you’d cry his name, maybe like you had when you’d called his name in the shower, just before he’d stumbled out of there—

Atsushi’s keen tiger ears catch the absence of the shower, and he hurriedly scrambles backwards, his hand flying off his dick like i’d burned him, and frantically trying his best to compose himself as you exit the bathroom, dressed in a darling little pajama set. You avoid his eyes, your cheeks pink as you take a sip of water. Atsushi begs his dick to calm down, before it emberasses him any further. 

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The silence has never felt so loud. Atsushi had desperately avoided your eyes when you came out of the shower after that embarrassing debacle, and you'd avoided addressing the situation, and so the two of you had gone to bed in that very awkward silence.

You’re almost asleep when you hear the rustling of sheets. Every few minutes or so, one of you turns, rustling the sheets in the deathly silent room. You speak first. 

“I'm really sorry about earlier, Atsushi.” You say, grateful he at least can't see your embarrassment in the dark bedroom. You can hear him shaking his head in the darkness. You press on.

“I probably accidently traumatized you huh.” 

The boy hurries to deny, panic clear in his voice. “No, it's not that at all.” He says. His rather enthusiastic denial makes your ego grow a bit, but then he presses on. “It's just not everyday you see your crush naked, i was surprised.” The dead silence that falls after his sentence concludes isn't quite as bad as the earlier one, but it's still loud. You count to about four, and then you speak.

“Atsushi, you have a crush on me?” You say into the darkness. It takes Atsushi about three seconds before he realizes what he says and begins to sputter out a convoluted denial. “No, that—i…” He stops for a moment, pausing before letting out a defeated little, “Yes, I'm sorry.” He sounds so sure, so absolutely positive that you could never like him back, that it breaks your heart. You sigh, feeling for him in the dark. Some rustling sounds, and then the lamp on the side table switches on with a click and you're suddenly staring at those sunset colored eyes, so wide and vulnerable. 

“I like you too, Atsushi.” You say, coming in contact with his shoulder, and he jumps, leaning into your touch.

“I know, im sor—wait what?” He says, pulling away from your hand, the shock clear in his voice. You smile to yourself in the dark, elation singing through your veins. “Yes, I like you Atsushi, I like you a lot.” You can't help but rub it in a little, and suddenly you’re being pulled forward by Atsushi’s hand, and his warm body is enveloping you in a hug. 

“Really?” He murmurs in your ear, his voice sounding so fragile, so breakable yet so hopeful you almost cry. 

“Really.” you reply, a whisper in his ear. You pretend not to notice how he clutches you tighter, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. 

He pulls away slightly, just enough to stroke your cheek, his hand trembling against it. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, ever the gentleman. You smile, moving closer. “Yes.” You say, and then his lips are on you. 

Atsushi kisses softly, almost as if he expects you to reject him, shove him away and leave him cold and in bed alone. You could cry at his tenderness, at how his hands smooth over your side, carefully steering clear of any more sensitive areas. You love how he treats you like a princess, love how as he gets more confident, his kisses turn deeper, his hands more searching. And you especially love it when he rolls on top of you, how he almost whimpers when your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging ever so slightly. 

His kisses slowly turn deeper, searching, begging for something more. And you’re happy to oblige, arching up into his body above you, teasing his tongue with yours. He kisses like he loves you, and you love it, you love him. 

“Atsushi.” You pant into his mouth. He murmurs a yes, reluctant to stop kissing you. “Want you to fuck me.” You kiss onto his lips, barely taking breaks to breathe. The effect is immediate. He shudders against you, something twitching against your thigh. You chuckle against his lips. “You want to?” You ask, your voice teasing. He breaks away from you, nodding hurriedly. “Yes, god yes.” He kisses into the skin of your neck, his eagerness just turning you on. You feel eager yourself, and your hands move from his hair to his back, pulling him closer to you as he laves kisses on your neck. His lips lock, sucking hickeys into your skin, his tongue coming out to sooth the marks, pressing a kiss to each. 

His hands stop at the hem of your sleep shirt, as he murmurs against your neck. “Can I take this off?” You nod, and his hands work your sleep top off your head, eyes catching on your boobs. You chuckle as he dives back down, tongue taking one in his mouth. You moan a little as his tongue teases it, hips bucking up. His hand kneads your other breast, teasing you. You grip his shoulders in your hands, moaning in his ear. “Take your shirt off.” You say, a pant really, in his ear.�� He obliges you almost shyly.

He’s surprisingly toned, with the beginnings of abs beginning to show on his stomach. Your eyes catch on the scars on his stomach, burn scars. Your heart clenches, and you open your mouth to question him but he dives back down, his fingers working their way into your sleep shorts while he kisses the breath from your lips, and it's clear he doesn't want to talk about it. Oh well, one for another day.

His kisses are more desperate now, passionate and hot, and as he pulls away he just pants into your mouth, his finger hovering by your hole. 

“Can i?” He asks, and its sweet that he wants this much express consent, but your also really fucking horny, and you want him to fuck the living daylights out of you. So you grip his hair in your fists, and really stare in his eyes when you speak to him. “I love you Atsushi, you can do whatever you want with me.” You say. He shivers, eyes clouding with lust that you’re not sure was from the ‘i love you’ or the other part, but you don't find yourself caring as he slips a finger into your hole. You clench down around the intrusion, your grip moving from his hair to his shoulders. 

“You're really wet.” He says, sliping another finger inside you. It's more of a basic observation, and not dirty talk but it still makes you clench around his fingers, moaning his name into his ear. He moves them in and out slowly, curving them up every now and then and you start to seriously wonder how much experience he’s actually had. You had assumed little to none, and either you're very wrong, or he’s just good at adapting. You’ve seen him train, and you would guess the latter, but you make a mental note to ask him later. 

He’s watching you closely, watching carefully for any signs of pain but you're in heaven. Every few thrusts he curves his fingers into your walls, searching for something, until finally he finds it and you arch up, gripping his shoulders tightly. “God, fuck.” You moan, probably a bit too loudly. “Good?” Atsushi asks by your ear, either seeking validation or teasing you and you truly don't care because god it was. “God yes, ‘m gonna cum.” You're slightly embarrassed, but also not because your boyfriend is looking at you like he doesn't believe you. 

“Really? Because Dazai said that sometimes women lie to make their boyfriends feel better, and if you aren't, tell me so I can do better.” He says. He looks adorably earnest, and you make a mental note to ask what the hell Dazai’s been teaching him. 

“Really Atsushi, seriously, swear on my life or whatever.” Your voice sounds desperate and embarrassing, and honestly you don't know if you could fake that if your life depended on it, but it's not like he knows that. “Now faster ‘sushi.” he obliges, looking adorably reassured. 

Atsushi shifts, adjusting the angle and then his thumb is rubbing circles onto your clit. That pushes you over the edge, and you come with a cry. “Oh god Atsushi, ‘m cuming!” His fingers fuck you through it, eyes never leaving you as your back arches until you collapse back onto the bed with a sigh. He rolls off you with a sigh, and you sit up in confusion. “Atsushi, where are you going? We're not done.” You say. You can still see a very prominent and obvious bulge beneath the blankets. He sits back up, eyeing you bashfully. “Well, I didn't want to assume and pressure you into anything—” You love him, you really do, but you want his dick inside of you. 

In one move you shove him down onto the comforter, and crawl above him. He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing, and you lick it, kicking your shorts and panties the rest of the way off. He gulps again as you pull his pants down just enough to get his dick out. He’s bigger than you thought he would be, and thick. You stroke him a few times, your mouth watering. Maybe it's because he’s still thin from years of partial starvation, but he almost looks unproportional. It's almost pretty though, pale as his skin and flushed pink at the tip with blood. You position it by your drooling pussy. 

“Condom?” he chokes out. A valiant effort, sure, but you are getting this dick inside you tonight one way or another. And, you have a small hunch that you want to test. “No condom baby, sorry.” You coo. “But besides, don't you want to put a baby into me?” his dick twitches in your hand and his cheeks flush a charming red. You smirk. A hunch had been biggling at the back of your mind, that maybe, just maybe he might have a bit of a breeding kink. Part animal blah blah blah. And yes, it sounded a little crazy but you were right.

“Are you sure?” Atsushi says, eyes locked on your pussy as you run his dick along your slit. You can clearly see he really wants to fuck you, and the fact that he makes sure to double check, makes your heart clench in your chest. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Yes, I really want you, Atsushi. I’m clean, you?” You ask, checking to be sure. He nods, and with that ascend you start sliding down his dick.

It takes a hot minute to sink all the way down, even after all that penetration but when you finally sink down all the way, panting as he grips your hips, you feel so full. It's been a long time, and Atsushi fills you up so good, your panting already as you begin to move, thighs straining as you set a pace. Atsushi ‘s eyes follow you, mesmerized as you bounce. His eyes are so full of admiration and you feel so powerful, so sexy, but your thighs are burning and you can feel an orgasm teasing you just around the corner. You sink down, panting. 

“Baby, ‘want you to take control.” You pant. “Want you to fuck a baby into me.” It's like a switch is flipped. He sits up, and you tumble down onto your back, his dick still lodged inside of you. Lifting your legs over his thighs, he grabs your waist as he begins to move. The pace he sets is slower, but every thrust hits you so deep you hear the bed frame squeaking a little. His hands on your waist anchor you as you throw your head back, moans tearing their way out of your throat with each thrust. 

You can already feel an orgasm building, and by the way his thrusts get more unsteady, you can tell he’s nearing the end as well. “Gonna fuck pretty babies into you.” He grunts, almost moaning the words really. “Gonna be pretty like you.” The almost out of character words make you clench around him, and he moans, leaning close to you.

Your sharing breaths now, panted breaths into each other's mouths as you kiss sloppily, your orgasms impending. You moan out a warning as he hits your g-spot, and then you tumble from the cliff with a scream of his name. He rutts you right through your orgasm, even as you feel his dick twitch inside you, hot liquid shooting inside you. It prolongs your orgasm and even as he twitches with overstimulation, he fucks you through it, as you coo praises into his ear. “I love you, Atsushi baby.” You pant exhaustedly into his ear as you come down. He nods against you. “I love you too, Name.”

Endnotes: the ending is rushed because i had to go to sleep or i would have been even more sleep deprived lol

[trippiexlove]

Serendipity - Ch. 5

story master list

Druitt POV

It was another day at Raw. I just got done with my match against Zelina who wanted her rematch. I won of course. 

I was walking through the halls when I spotted Jey and Cody talking amongst themselves. 

I decided to walk up and join their conversation. 

"Well if it isn't the team of Main Event Nightmares" earning a laugh from Cody.

"Hey champ, how are you?" Cody gave me a quick side hug, which I returned. 

"I am good, how is Brandi and Libby doing?"

"They are both doing pretty good, I miss them both though"

"I bet," I turned my attention to Jey who was staring at me intently which made me a little nervous "what's up with you Main Event?"

"Nothing much, gearing up for this match later on with Sami & KO"

"Good luck out there, I got to go, I'll talk to y'all later" I gave Jey a quick hug and I made my way back to the locker room to shower.

Jey POV

I couldn't help but watch as she walked away, passing by producers and other superstars giving them her signature smile.

"You must like her don't you"

I turned to Cody who was giving me a sheepish grin, "Damn uce is it that obvious?"

"Very obvious uce, I'm surprised she's not catching it"

"I'm just taking my time, I don't want to rush into things"

Cody nodded and pat my shoulder, "That's good and all uce but don't take too long, somebody could snatch her up" 

I agreed with what he said, as we dapped up and he walked away to go prepare for his segment. 

*End of Raw*

KO, Sami, and I just finished our match with Judgement Day, getting the win. 

I quickly got to the back and took a quick shower, and changed into a plain black tee, black nike joggers, and Red & Black dunks. 

I decided to send a quick text to Druitt, seeing what she was up to since she left earlier. 

Miss Rhyan ❤️

"Hey ma, what you up to?"

"Hey Jey, I am not doing anything just got to my hotel room"

"You trying to have another one of our movie nights?"

" ☺️ yeah we can, bring me some Wendy's tho"

"Yeet, text me your order"

After she texted me what she wanted, I got into the rental and made my way to pick up the food. 

I made it to the hotel about 20 minutes later, making my way through the lobby getting onto the elevator up to her floor. 

Once I got to her hotel door, I knocked a few times with her opening the door a few seconds later. 

"Hey Jey" She leaned up for a hug, and I wrap my arms around her"

"Hey beautiful" She let go letting me come in. 

Damn did she smell good. 

Druitt POV 

Damn did he smell good. 

I watched him as he walked over to the table in the room and start separating our food out the bag. 

"Thank you for bringing me food"

"It's no problem, I got you" 

I sent him a small smile as we walked over to the bed. I sat criss-crossed tossing the remote by him. 

"You choose this time"

He ended up choosing a random action movie.

Halfway through the movie, we ended up in the same position. Jey head laying on my lower stomach, with an arm under one of my legs, and me rubbing through his hair. 

"You must like me rubbing through your hair" 

He chuckled a little bit before answering. "Something like that, it really helps to relax me" 

I shook my head, but really I am not complaining at all.

We ended up falling asleep just like that, until I woke up around 6am due to my alarm. I noticed this time my back was against Jey's front, with him having a tight grip around my waist. 

I reached over for my phone and shut it off. 

"Rhyan if you keep moving, your ass bout to be in trouble" it was then I noticed the feeling of Jey's little friend, who didn't feel really little. 

I didn't say anything but laid back down, eventually going back to sleep. 

After a couple of hours, Jey & I finally woke up. 

Jey walked out the bathroom, shirtless with a pair of jeans and crisp forces on. I couldn't help but stare but quickly looked away before I was caught. 

"You still want to grab lunch before we have to leave town?"

I nodded my head, " yeah we can, its this restaurant around the corner we can walk to" 

We both finished getting dressed, and headed out the door. 

The walk to the restaurant was nice, with Jey cracking jokes along the way. 

We were able to sit down and order our food quickly, and as we waited we talked amongst ourselves. 

"So, tell me what made you get into wrestling?" Jey asked as he gave me his full attention. 

"Growing up my brother and I used to watch it together, even though he would terrorize me trying to do an RKO every chance he got" 

He laughed as he ate a piece of his food, "I can relate, Jon and I used to wrestle in our living room all the time growing up, we even broke a damn coffee table" 

We continued our lunch, talking about each others upbringing. Learning that our lives were so different but similar in a way. 

"Since both of our flights leave soon, you should just ride with me"

"I can do that, let me just send Bi a text"

Bi 💋

"Hey girl, I won't need to ride with you, I am riding with someone else"

"Uh uh, who?"

" 🌚"

"I am riding with Jey"

"You need to call me as soon as you get home, cause I need all the tea!" 

"Bye girl, I'll talk with you later crazy"

We finished lunch and headed back to the hotel to grab our stuff and checked out the hotel. 

The drive to the airport was short and going through TSA was a breeze. After moving through TSA, Jey handed me my bag he was carrying. Since both of our gates were on the opposite side of the airport we said a quick goodbye. 

"Make sure you text me once you land"

"I will, have a safe flight" I reached up for a hug, which he gladly returned. We stayed like that for a few moments then pulled apart. 

"You too ma, see you later" I nodded, as I grabbed my stuff and headed towards my gate. 

*Few Hours Later*

After a long flight, and drive home I had finally pulled up in my drive way

I replied back to Jey first 

Main Event 💙

"Hey ma, just landed, hope you got back safe"

"Glad you made it safe, I just got home"

"Yeet, Ima call you later"

"Ok, talk to you then"

Then I sent a message back to Bianca.

Bi💋

"Hey sis, you made it home?"

"Yeah, I just walked through the door, about to make me a sandwich"

After I sent that message, a FaceTime from Bianca came through.

"Alright girl, spill the tea"

"What is there to spill Bi, he offered a ride and I said sure"

"Uh uh I know there is more than that"

"Well he stayed over in my room last ni-"

"Again! This like the second time in a row" I shook my head at her.

"Yes again, but he stayed over, and then we went and got lunch before having to go to the airport"

"At this point, y'all both playing around, knowing y'all both like each other"

I rolled my eyes at her, "I keep telling you, that man don't want me"

"Keep telling yourself that" We continued talking as I made and ate my sandwich. We hung up an hour later as I got ready to hit my in-home gym. 

In the middle of me doing workout, I got another FaceTime call, this time from Jey. 

"What's up Main Event"

"Nothing much ma, what you up to"

"Just finishing this workout" I sat my phone up to where he could see me, so I could finish my last set.

"I didn't mean to interrupt, I can call bac-"

"No you're good, I am just doing my last set" I dipped down, as I held the weights close to my chest, legs burning like hell.

"I am going to have to teach you good form whenever I am in Orlando"

"Don't you have a dark match on smackdown this week? You and your brothers can stay at my house, I got plenty of room"

"That would be lit, I'll let them know"

We stayed on the phone as I cleaned up my gym, and even while I was in the shower. When I got out the shower, I covered myself with my towel and set my phone up to where he could see me.

Jey POV

I couldn't help but stare, and admire how beautiful she looked in her natural state. 

I watched as she did her night routine, with her towel wrapped around her. 

The things I would do to her

I shook my head as I heard her call my name, I noticed she must of stepped off camera and got dressed.

"Sorry ma, what's up"

"I said since we on the phone, we might as well watch our show together"

I smirked, "Our show?" I saw her blush and try to hide her face.

"Yes, our show silly, Family Guy"

We both pulled up the episode on our TVs, and watched it together through FaceTime. 

"I am not going to lie, I got used to you rubbing your hands through my hair"

"Awww it's ok little baby, you'll be here Friday"

"I can show you who ain't little" I mumbled to myself.

"What you say?"

"Nothing ma"

Soon we both had fell asleep on FaceTime, but before I dozed all the way off my phone went off.

Jeyce Mother ��

"keep ignoring me, I'll pop up one of these days"

Man what the hell could she possibly want.

Alright y'all, I hope you enjoyed! 

We see that Jey & Druitt are getting close.

What do you think "Jeyce Mother" want with Jey?

Tag list:

@xbriexx , @mindairy , @tribalchief2112 , @yana3sworld

[wavypotatochips]

𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓 | 𝑵𝒆𝒚𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝑱𝒓.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Neymar Jr x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You are an upcoming Call of Duty streamer that's ends up in a private lobby match with Neymar. During the match, you constantly kill him with his own operator skin. He gets upset and decides to message you.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 1.9𝘬

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is my FIRST time writing an imagine and I am currently learning a 3rd language so I apologize if my grammar is horrible-my brain is frying lol c': If you guys would like a part 2 pls interact!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

You are an upcoming Twitch streamer who has around 8,000

subscribers, streaming Call of Duty Modern Warfare II on a Friday

night- very typical for someone like you. You were playing with

another streamer at the time; she was a good friend from college and

had more subscribers (about 500k) than you had. She is the one who

suggested that since you have always been a gamer, you try your

hand at being a streamer. While your friend Jocey, a fellow Twitch

streamer, left to get a drink, you were considering which operator to

get by looking through the storefront within the game. "Okay chat

which skin should I purchase?" The 4,560 viewers of the livestream

immediately started spamming the chatroom with "Messi" or

"Neymar Jr.", which wasn't much assistance because so many people

said one or the other that it was impossible to determine which one

was most popular. "Well, that wasn't much help, now was it?" you

chuckle. Leaning closer to the monitor as you modify your position

on your gaming chair, you try to decide which one you like. You click

to make the purchase while muttering to yourself. "I guess I'll

choose Neymar for the time being and get Messi afterwards." Even

though you didn't know much about Messi or Neymar, you were

aware that they were two of the best three football players in the

world. Once more you glance over at the chatroom and read, "Why

don't I just buy both? Since I spend most of my money on new video

games, I really can't afford to buy both." Jocey's voice may be heard

briefly through the microphone saying, "Yeah, you totally didn't

spend your money on going to a concert." "Alright, maybe that was it

too." You click on the game invitation she sent you and muttered. You

inquire, raising an eyebrow, "Search and Destroy?" She answers

swiftly, “Another streamer wanted to host a  search and destroy

lobby, is that okay? If not, we can go back to doing our own thing.”

You're not bothered at all. Call of Duty's Search and Destroy game

mode calls for 4-6 players per squad. While the other team works to

defuse it, one team must plant a bomb at the explosive site. Every

player only has one life. By successfully defusing the bomb,

successfully placing the bomb, or being the last team standing, you

can win the game. “No it's fine no worries… I'm ready to destroy all

these bitchesssss.” You stretch a little, crack your knuckles, and look

across at the other gamertags in the lobby not being able to make

out any of the names. To ensure that the squad can all join the party

together, Jocey says, "Okay, I'll provide you the discord connection."

While navigating to Discord to join the link and join the channel you

spotted, you nod your head despite the fact that she couldn't see

you. Jocey had entered with four other people already. Shortly after

the introductions, everyone turned their attention to the game.

Naturally, it wasn't a competition, but we didn't want to look bad in

front of our audience. The game shortly started and you were doing

decent as you were averaging at least 2-3 kills before dying. One

game suddenly became six which wasn't surprising as you can never

believe a gamer when they claim to be playing just one. You always

eliminate the player with the gamertag "Neigh" that was on the

opposite team in each game that was played. “ I just know this Neigh

person is pissed off.” The seventh and last game loads. With both

your team and the opposing squad each having three victories, the

game was now deadlocked. Jocey laughs and says, "Since this is the

last game, when we die we should leave the main chat so the ones

who are alive can concentrate." "Alright bet bet bet bet.” You

respond, the other guys in our party agreeing. As soon as the game

began, bodies began to fall from both teams; on your team, you and

Jocey were the only survivors. “Jocey if you die I will strangle you

myself.” You gripped the mouse firmly, feeling as though your heart

may jump out of your chest. How challenging can a 2v2 be? You

and Jocey have done this a lot of times. Before you can cheer, Jocey

dies. The Kill feed shows Jocey getting a kill, which made you joyful.

You bite your bottom lip when the game tells you that you are the last

one left alive, "Well chat, it's just you and me now, and let me tell you. Eu acredito que eu poderia cagar um tijolo agora ... Eu odeio ser o último vivo!" (I believe I could possibly shit a brick right now... I hate being the last one alive!)

As you searched the map for the last person, all you could hear was

silence. The game informs you that a bomb has been planted, and

you have 30 seconds to locate and neutralize it. One of the bomb

sites suddenly begins to glow. The only words that came out of your

mouth as you moved cautiously toward the explosives were "Fuck

fuck fuck fuck fuck." You watch the opponent stoop down and start

hardscoping the bomb location as you draw nearer, which makes you

grin evilly. They are unaware that you are directly behind them.

You make the decision to try Neymar Jr.'s execution move instead of

shooting them since he is the operator you are playing. When you are

close enough, you press the keyboard to start the execution by

catching the enemy. Neymar Jr. execution consisted of kicking the

opponent in the back of the leg, causing the opponent to fall to his

knees and then elevating his leg, kicking him hard in the face. As it

happens, you chuckle, and once he was dead, you hurried over to

defuse the explosives. You glance over at the chat room while using

the keyboard to disarm the explosives. “Quem quer que tenha sido a

última pessoa precisa excluir seu jogo.” (whoever that last person

was needs to delete their game)” As you read some of the messages,

you smile. When the game ended and your team was the victor, you

realized it was the "Neigh" individual you had slain yet again. “Sim, o

cavalo precisa ficar em um lugar de cavalos. Devo enviar-lhe

cenouras por correio?” (Yeah, the horse needs to stay in a horse's

place. Should I mail him carrots?) Even if you thought the joke was

humorous, you must admit that it was really corny. As you become

perplexed upon seeing your view account soar to over 200k viewers,

your laughter quickly comes to an end. “What the...?” You instantly

thought Jocey viewers were just raiding you (raiding= many viewers

join their livestream for a short amount of time), “Oh, ei Jocey, os

telespectadores gostaram disso? Apenas saiba que foi uma

embreagem rara e é mais do que provável que eu não possa fazer

isso novamente haha” (Oh hey Jocey viewers, did you like that?

Just know that it was a rare clutch and I will more than likely not be

able to do that again haha)  Little did you know that the person you

kept killing with the operator skin was the man himself, and he was

now observing you from the other side of the screen. Your stream

was open on his monitor allowing his viewers to see you, which

resulted in them searching you up themselves.

Neymar found it infuriating to keep dying by the same individual,

especially since it was his own operator. He had a small tantrum

every time he died, cursing towards his monitor and letting out

stressful sighs. Once the game was over he read his chat

noticing that someone had mentioned the identity of the Twitch

account that kept killing him, Smilingxo. “Smilingxo, eh? Vamos ver

quem eles são.” (Smilingxo, eh? Lets see who they are.)  He instantly

opens Twitch and types in the username, expecting to be greeted by

a male but to be astonished to see a female.  one that is also

appealing. He joined exactly at the time when you made fun of his

username,“Ela acabou de me chamar de cavalo?” (Did she just call

me a horse?) He laughs as he turns to his camera, “Vocês podem

acreditar nisto! Eu morri constantemente por ela... Eu sou tão ruim

neste jogo." Another sigh was released, " Isso me estressa.”(Can you

guys believe this! I constantly died by her… I am so bad at this

game. It stresses me out.) He takes one more look at you before

closing your channel. “Alright guys I'm gonna end it here and get

some rest.” He says to the chat, not bothering to join in the discord

channel that everyone was talking into-instead he just sent his

friend, the host, a text message. He yawns as he waves at the

camera, saying ‘Goodnight’ while ending the stream and beginning

to shut everything down. The sight of you continued to linger in his

mind. You were not only attractive to him, but seeing how good you

were at the game definitely made you get extra brownie points. With

him only seeing you for a few minutes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit

curious about you. Grabbing his phone once more, he looks back at

your twitch account to see if he could take another look at you. 

Meanwhile, since the viewers have been here, not all of them have

been polite; the majority of them were offended when you referred to

the username "Neigh" as a horse. You didn't believe them when they

said that Neymar Jr. was the user. Really, what are the chances that

you two are playing together?  “Mesmo que fosse Neymar, não tenho

culpa que seu nome de usuário me fizesse pensar que ele era um

cavalo.” (Even if it was Neymar it's not my fault his username made

me think he was a horse) you respond sarcastically while rolling your

eyes at the others comments. “There is no reason for y'all to be

acting this way over a practice match.” You mumble as you watch the

screen say you were disconnected from the match. When Jocey

returns to the channel you were in, you hear a tone through your

headphones. "Hey Y/N I believe everyone is leaving; do you want to

continue playing? Or are you also finished?"

“I think I'm done. Your viewers are starting to annoy me with this raid.

Why am I getting attacked because I kept killing the horse?”

“My viewers? What do you mean…. I am not raiding you?” She replies

back confused. “Nevermind. Yeah I'm gonna get off, I'll text you

tomorrow. Goodnight Jocey!” You wave your hand at the camera to

also say bye to the viewers, “ Sweet Dreams to the Smiling family

and to everyone that was being rude I hope you guys get

nightmares.” The broadcast was subsequently cut off, and your

computer was turned off. You sigh, realizing that you really shouldn't

have wasted your time arguing with the random chat users, but you

did so because you found it amusing that they were unhappy for the

wrong reasons. You shut down your computer and then get ready for

bed by taking a shower. When you are all set for bed, your lovely bed

beckons you, and you breathe a sigh of relaxation. You hear a "ding"

from your phone as you settle in and cuddle up under the blankets.

You sigh and sit up to grab it because you believe Jocey messaged

you. When a notification appears on your lockscreen, your eyes

widen and you cover your mouth with your free hand as you

immediately start to totally regret everything you said on video.

Instagram : NeymarJr wants to send you a message.

Edit : PART 2 POSTED!

[littlebignoona]

THE MOON SISTERS (SEVENTEEN FF)

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SISTER SWITCH: MANAGER OF SEVENTEEN "I'm pregnant," she said quietly. Dabi choked on her tea. "What?" "I need your help," Dami added, her voice barely above a whisper.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

*WARNING: SMUT f-oral*

Dabi sat in the plush leather chair of Seojin’s office, her legs crossed as she leaned back slightly. The soft hum of the air conditioning filled the room, accompanied by the occasional click of Seojin’s mouse as he adjusted the settings for their Skype meeting.

On the screen, Dami appeared in a cozy room, wearing a loose, comfortable sweater that highlighted her now visibly pregnant belly. She looked relaxed, her hands folded over her stomach as she smiled warmly at the camera.

“Dami, you’re glowing,” Dabi teased with a smirk, earning a chuckle from her sister.

“More like waddling,” Dami replied, rolling her eyes playfully. “But I’ll take the compliment. How are you holding up, Dabi? Settling in?”

“She’s been doing well,” Seojin interjected with a grin. “The boys have taken to her much faster than expected. They have no idea she’s your sister.”

Dabi shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “They’ve been welcoming. A little too nosy sometimes, but manageable. I think some of them are starting to suspect, though.”

Dami narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone becoming a bit more serious. “Just be careful. The last thing we need is unnecessary attention. If anyone presses too hard, let me know.”

Dabi nodded, her expression matching her sister’s seriousness. “I know the drill.”

Seojin steered the conversation back to the boys, updating Dami about their progress. “The Japan tour was wrapped up, and we’re preparing for the U.S. leg soon. Jun has decided to take a break after Japan. It’ll be good for him before military service discussions come up.”

Dami hummed thoughtfully. “That’s a smart move. They’ve been pushing hard for months. Make sure the team has everything they need for the transition.”

“Of course,” Seojin replied smoothly.

After discussing a few more details about logistics and plans, the Skype meeting began winding down. Dami glanced at Dabi once more, her eyes softening. “Take care of yourself, alright? And don’t let the boys give you too much trouble.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” Dabi replied with a sly grin.

With a wave, the call ended, leaving the office quiet. Seojin leaned back in his chair, his usual composed demeanor tinged with amusement as he turned to Dabi.

“So,” he began, his tone casual but with a hint of excitement, “I’ve been thinking about proposing to your sister.”

Dabi blinked, momentarily caught off guard before breaking into a grin. “About time. She’s having your love child, you know.”

Seojin chuckled. “I figured as much. That’s why I need your help. I want to get the perfect ring, and I need you to make sure I get the size and style right. Think you can do that?”

“Of course,” Dabi said, leaning forward. “When are we doing this?”

“During lunch. Meet me by the car, and we’ll head to the jeweler’s.”

Dabi nodded, her grin widening. “This is going to be fun. Let’s make sure she’s speechless.”

Seojin laughed, already picturing the moment. “That’s the plan.”

Dabi left Seojin’s office, her tablet tucked under her arm as she made her way toward the elevators. The day had been busy, but she needed to step out for a moment and grab coffee for her team. As she reached the lobby, she heard a familiar voice call out her name.

“Manager Dami!”

She turned to find the three youngest members of ENHYPEN—Jungwon, Niki, and Sunoo—hurrying toward her. Their faces lit up as they caught up to her, their youthful energy a stark contrast to her composed demeanor.

“What are you three up to?” she asked, raising a brow.

“We saw you leaving and thought we’d join you,” Jungwon said with a bright smile.

“Yeah, it’s not every day we get to hang out with our manager,” Niki added, his grin mischievous.

Sunoo tilted his head playfully. “Besides, we could use a coffee break too.”

Dabi sighed but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Fine, but you’re carrying the drinks back.”

The boys cheered softly, following her out of the building. They chatted animatedly as they walked to the café, with Niki sharing a funny story about a recent dance practice mishap that had everyone laughing.

Once they reached the café, Dabi stepped up to place the order. As she waited at the counter, a barista—a tall, confident guy with a friendly smile—took notice of her.

“Hey,” he said, leaning slightly on the counter. “You come here often? Haven’t seen you around before.”

Dabi blinked, caught off guard, and gave him a polite but awkward smile. “Just picking up some coffee for my team.”

The barista didn’t seem deterred, his smile widening. “Well, if you need a recommendation, I’d be happy to help. Or maybe I could make something special for you?”

Before Dabi could respond, Sunoo stepped up beside her, his expression amused but protective. “Actually, we’re on a schedule, so if you could hurry up, that’d be great.”

The barista glanced at Sunoo and then back at Dabi, looking slightly flustered but still trying to maintain his composure. “Right, of course. Coming right up.”

Dabi shot Sunoo a grateful look as Jungwon and Niki joined them, both giving the barista subtle, knowing smirks.

“Looks like someone’s popular,” Niki teased as they waited for their drinks.

Dabi rolled her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Let’s just get the coffee and go.”

When the order was ready, the boys insisted on carrying the drinks, as promised, their cheerful banter continuing all the way back to the building. Despite the awkward encounter, Dabi couldn’t help but feel a little lighter as they walked together, their camaraderie lifting her spirits.

After sending the boys on their way to practice, she made her way to drop off the coffee, and pick up her tablet. She started reviewing her notes. 

The elevator doors slid open, and Dabi stepped out onto the practice floor. The faint bass of a song thudded through the hall, growing louder as she neared the practice room. She pushed open the door to find the ENHYPEN members mid-rehearsal, their synchronized moves sharp and precise.

The moment they noticed her presence, they stopped and turned, bowing respectfully in unison. "Good morning, Manager Dami!"

"Morning," she replied, her voice calm and steady as she set her tablet down on a nearby chair. She took a moment to observe them. It hadn’t been easy managing ENHYPEN, especially since her sister’s reputation for being strict had preceded her. At first, the boys had been hesitant, treating her with a mix of awe and fear.

But over time, things had shifted.

She’d made it clear that while she expected discipline and hard work, she also valued their well-being. Dabi had gone out of her way to listen to their concerns and adapt to their needs. Lately, the members had become more comfortable around her, even cracking small jokes or chatting during breaks.

Sunghoon wiped sweat from his brow and glanced at her. "We’re almost done with the routine. You’re here early today."

"I wanted to make sure everything is in place for your schedule," Dabi replied, her tone efficient but kind. "We have a packed day ahead. Finish your practice, and I’ll go over the plans during your break."

The boys nodded, resuming their rehearsal with renewed energy. Dabi leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning their movements critically but without judgment. She’d always believed in providing constructive feedback, not criticism for the sake of it.

As she watched them, Jake jogged over during a brief pause in the routine. "No coffee today, Manager Dami?" he teased lightly, his Australian accent evident.

She raised a brow but allowed a faint smirk to show. "Not yet. But if you keep teasing, you might find yourself fetching one for me."

The other members chuckled as Jake grinned. "Deal."

Dabi shook her head, the corners of her lips still tugging upward. They might not realize it, but moments like these made her job worthwhile. She wasn’t just managing idols; she was guiding young talents, helping them grow while ensuring they felt seen and valued, all while protecting her sister. 

"Alright," she said as the music stopped. "Five-minute break, then we’ll discuss what’s next."

The boys chorused their agreement, their spirits visibly lighter as they grabbed their water bottles. Dabi glanced at her tablet, mentally reviewing the rest of the day. Though she wouldn’t say it aloud, she appreciated how far they had come—and how much they trusted her now.

Practice Room with Seventeen

Dino stood in front of the mirror, his focus wavering as he attempted to nail a particularly challenging move. Instead of concentrating, his thoughts drifted to Manager "Dami."

Her tattoos flashed in his mind—the intricate designs scattered across her arms. At first, he remembered being slightly intimidated by her no-nonsense demeanor and those tattoos, but lately, there was something about her presence he found oddly comforting. Maybe even… captivating.

"Focus, Dino!" he muttered to himself, shaking his head and trying to reset.

The door opened, and the other members strolled in, chatting and laughing as they joined him on the floor.

"You good?" Mingyu asked, noticing Dino’s distracted expression.

"Yeah, you’ve been spacing out," Seungkwan added, stretching his arms.

"Uh…" Dino hesitated, then blurted out, "Tattoos."

The room fell silent for a moment as the members exchanged confused glances.

"What?" DK asked, raising a brow.

Dino flushed slightly, scratching the back of his neck. "I was just thinking about Manager Dami’s tattoos. She’s got a lot of them, you know?"

The others perked up, recalling the night at the restaurant.

"Right! She was wearing your shirt, wasn’t she?" DK teased.

"Yeah, I remember seeing a bit of them then," Mingyu chimed in.

The conversation gained momentum as the members started talking about how their seemingly strict manager had such a bold look beneath her professional demeanor.

Meanwhile, S.Coups listened silently, his jaw tightening as an unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling crept into his stomach. He knew what it was—jealousy.

"You okay, hyung?" Jeonghan asked, noticing his quietness.

"I’m fine," S.Coups said curtly, running a hand through his hair. "Just tired."

Jeonghan gave him a knowing look but didn’t push further. As the others continued talking and practicing, S.Coups struggled to push his feelings aside, knowing they were starting to get the better of him.

As the lunch hour rolled in, Dabi stepped out of the building alongside Seojin, her tablet now replaced with her phone in her hand. The two shared light conversation, Seojin cracking a joke that made Dabi chuckle. Their easy rapport was evident, the bond of shared trust and understanding between them strong.

As they walked through the lobby, a few employees and trainees passing by bowed politely, acknowledging the two managers. Dabi returned the gesture with a polite nod, while Seojin greeted them with a friendly smile.

Once they stepped outside, the bright midday sun highlighted the relaxed energy between them. They made their way toward Seojin's sleek car parked nearby. He opened the passenger door for Dabi before moving to the driver’s side.

“Thanks,” she said, settling in and clicking her seatbelt.

“No problem. I’ll need all the help I can get picking this ring,” Seojin replied, a hint of nervous excitement in his tone.

Unbeknownst to them, Dino was just stepping out of the building with another manager. His laughter at something his companion said halted abruptly when his gaze caught sight of Dabi and Seojin. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched them enter the car, his mind working quickly.

What are they up to? Dino wondered, his curiosity piqued.

While the other manager continued talking, Dino barely registered their words, distracted by what he had just seen. He made a mental note to bring it up later—either to the other members or maybe even to Manager Dabi herself.

As Seojin’s car pulled out of the parking lot, Dino’s gaze lingered on the vehicle until it disappeared around the corner. Something about the scene didn’t sit right with him, and he resolved to figure it out sooner rather than later.

After picking the perfect ring, Dabi parted ways with Seojin outside the building. He gave her a grateful smile, thanking her once again for helping him with such an important task. She waved him off with a playful eye roll, her expression softening as she wished him luck for the big moment.

As she walked back toward her office, her mind wandered to her work and the tasks waiting for her. However, before she could make it to her desk, a firm grip closed around her arm, tugging her into a nearby storage closet. The door clicked shut behind her, the sudden change in lighting making her blink as her eyes adjusted.

“Hey, what—?” she started, her voice trailing off when she recognized the figure standing in front of her.

S.coups stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his brows drawn together in an expression of frustration. The tight space amplified his presence, making it impossible for her to look away.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, confused but maintaining her usual calm demeanor.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all day,” he said, his voice low but tinged with irritation. “But you’ve been with someone else every single time.”

“Oh,” she replied softly, guilt flashing across her face. “I didn’t realize—sorry about that.”

He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair as if trying to compose himself. But the pout forming on his lips betrayed the storm of emotions swirling within him.

“Do you know how frustrating it is?” he muttered, stepping closer.

Before she could respond, he suddenly reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him. The motion startled her, her breath catching as her chest brushed against his.

“Coups—” she started again, but the words evaporated when his lips met hers.

The kiss was soft, almost hesitant at first, but it carried an undeniable intensity. His hands rested on her waist, his grip firm yet careful, as if he was holding something precious. Dabi froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. Her hand instinctively moved to his shoulder, lightly gripping it for balance.

She felt the faint tremble of his breath against her skin, the warmth of his touch sinking into her. Despite the confined space, everything else seemed to fade away—leaving only the quiet sound of their breathing and the pounding of her heart.

When she finally gathered herself, she gently pushed him back, breaking the kiss. Her lips parted, as if to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. She stared at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and vulnerability.

He looked back at her, his annoyance gone and replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. “I… I couldn’t help it,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Coups,” she began, her voice wavering. “You can’t just—”

“I know,” he interrupted, stepping back slightly to give her space. “I know it’s wrong, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

Dabi pressed her lips together, unsure how to respond. Her emotions were a tangled mess, and the intensity of the moment left her feeling unsteady.

“Let’s… talk later,” she finally said, her voice steadier than she felt.

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before stepping aside to let her leave. She slipped out of the storage closet, her heart still racing as she headed down the hall, trying to process what had just happened. 

Dabi was walking briskly down the hallway, her thoughts a chaotic whirl. Her lips still tingled from S.coups’ kiss, and her heart hadn't quite slowed down. She was trying to compose herself when she heard a voice call out from behind her.

“How was the kiss?”

She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in alarm. Slowly, she turned her head, finding Dino standing there, his arms crossed, his expression equal parts upset and accusing.

“What did you just say?” she asked, her voice carefully controlled despite the rising panic.

“You heard me,” he said, his tone sharp. “How was the kiss with hyung?”

Dabi felt her face heat, a flush creeping up her neck before she cleared her throat and forced herself to remain calm.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said coolly, crossing her arms in return. “Are you okay? You look upset.”

Dino let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I know you kissed him. I saw you walk out of the storage closet just now, and I can put two and two together.”

She blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Why would you assume something like that?”

“Because something’s off about you,” he said bluntly, his voice lowering as he took a step closer. “You’re were hanging out with PD Seojin, you’ve been acting different lately—you smile more, you’re pulling everyone’s attention. It’s messing with me.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly away as he spoke. “Messing with you how?”

Dino hesitated, looking down at the floor as if debating whether or not to say what was on his mind. When he looked back up, his expression was conflicted.

“I hate that I keep thinking about you,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “I hate that I notice all these little things about you—the way you laugh, the way you try to act tough but you’re actually kind. It’s like you’re everywhere, and it’s driving me insane.”

Dabi’s breath caught, his words catching her completely off guard. She stared at him, unsure of how to respond.

“Dino…” she started, her voice softening.

He shook his head, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Without waiting for her to reply, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there in stunned silence. Her heart felt heavy as she watched him go, his words echoing in her mind.

Dabi hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, grabbing Dino’s wrist to stop him. “Wait,” she said softly.

He froze in his tracks, slowly turning back to look at her. His expression was guarded, but there was something vulnerable in his eyes that made her heart clench.

“Are you okay?” she asked gently, searching his face. “If you want to talk, we can—”

He glanced down at where her hand held his wrist, then up at her lips for the briefest moment. His jaw tightened, and he quickly averted his gaze, as if embarrassed by his own reaction.

“Dino?” she pressed, her voice quieter now.

He sighed, gently pulling her hand off his wrist and taking a step back. “I’m fine,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “Don’t worry about me.”

Before she could say anything else, he turned and walked away, his shoulders tense. She watched him go, her chest tightening with a mix of frustration and guilt.

As he disappeared down the hall, she let out a shaky breath, realizing that no matter how much she wanted to clear the air, things had just become even more complicated.

Dabi stepped out of the building, her heels clicking softly against the pavement as the warm evening breeze brushed past her. She glanced at her phone, debating whether to head straight home or grab a late snack. Just as she decided to call it a day, a few of the Seventeen members who were also leaving stopped her.

“Manager Dami!” Hoshi called out, jogging up to her with Seungkwan and Mingyu, Dino in tow. “We’re heading out for dinner—want to join us?”

She blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, um...”

“It’s just a casual thing,” Seungkwan added quickly. “No pressure!”

Her hesitation lingered for a moment, but then she nodded. “Alright. Why not?”

The boys cheered, leading her down the street to a cozy BBQ place that was already buzzing with activity. They found a large table in the corner, and Dabi was the first to sit down. Mingyu and Dino slid into the seat across from her, while Hoshi and Seungkwan flanked her on either side.

As she picked up the menu, Joshua appeared, calling over to the stragglers still standing near the entrance. “Hyung! Jeonghan! Wonwoo! S.coups! Over here!”

Dabi glanced up as the three approached, her gaze lingering on S.coups for a moment longer than she intended. He caught her eye briefly, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he took the empty seat next to her.

The group busied themselves with ordering platters of meat, side dishes, and drinks. The sizzling sound of meat hitting the grill filled the air, mingling with the chatter and laughter from nearby tables.

Feeling a little awkward amidst the lively group, Dabi cleared her throat, glancing around. “So... how about we play 20 Questions?”

Seungkwan’s eyes lit up. “Yes! Great idea!”

“Are we doing serious questions or silly ones?” Jeonghan asked, leaning back in his chair with a mischievous grin.

“Both,” Dabi said, smirking.

And just like that, the ice was broken.

Hoshi started. “Alright, Dami-ah, what’s your favorite food?”

She thought for a moment. “Kimchi stew. Hands down.”

Wonwoo leaned forward. “What’s your favorite movie genre?”

“Thriller,” she replied quickly, earning impressed nods from the table.

The game went on, the questions ranging from playful to borderline ridiculous.

“Who was your first crush?” Seungkwan asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Dabi rolled her eyes but chuckled. “Woo Do-hwan, the actor.” she admitted, making the table erupt in laughter.

“Alright, hyung,” Mingyu said, turning to S.coups with a sly grin. “What’s your biggest fear?”

S.coups glanced at Dabi for a split second before answering. “Failure.”

The group grew quiet for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

“Okay, lighten the mood,” Joshua interjected. “Dino, if you had to pick one superpower, what would it be?”

Dino grinned. “Teleportation, obviously. Imagine how much faster I could get to schedules!”

The game continued, the atmosphere growing increasingly relaxed as laughter echoed around the table.

By the end of the meal, they were all leaning back in their seats, full and happy. As Dabi looked around the table, she realized just how much fun she’d had—and how close she felt to the group in that moment.

S.coups leaned over as the others debated dessert. “Thanks for coming out tonight,” he said quietly. “It’s nice seeing you like this.”

She glanced at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Thanks for inviting me.”

The subtle exchange went unnoticed by the others, but for Dabi and S.coups, it was enough to leave at that moment.

As the group exited the BBQ place, the night air felt cooler, a gentle breeze wafting through the quiet streets. Everyone was chatting and laughing as they said their goodbyes, heading off in different directions.

“Manager Dami...,” S.coups called out, his tone softer than usual.

She turned, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes?”

“Let me walk you home,” he offered.

She hesitated, glancing at the others, who were already dispersing. “You don’t have to. I’ll be fine.”

“I want to,” he insisted, his eyes steady.

After a moment of consideration, she sighed. “Alright. Thank you.”

The walk was peaceful, the sound of their footsteps filling the quiet between occasional small talk. S.coups kept a respectful distance, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets as they strolled along the dimly lit streets.

When they reached her door, Dabi turned to face him, giving him a small smile. “Thank you for walking me home. I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her.

She hesitated, feeling a little awkward. “Um... would you like some water before you head back?”

He nodded. “Sure, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Dabi unlocked the door, stepping inside and holding it open for him. “Come in.”

S.coups entered, taking in the neat and minimalist apartment. There was an absence of personal touches—no family photos, no decorative knick-knacks—just the bare essentials. He noted the space felt lived-in but impersonal, like a temporary setup.

“Nice place,” he commented as she made her way to the kitchen.

“Thanks,” she said over her shoulder, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. She handed it to him, their fingers brushing briefly as he took it.

“Do you live alone?” he asked, glancing around.

She paused for a second before replying, “Yeah. It’s just me.”

He sipped the water, nodding slowly. “It’s quiet. Peaceful.”

“It is,” she agreed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

They stood in silence for a moment, the air between them heavy with unspoken words.

“You know,” he began, setting the glass down on the counter. “Tonight was fun. I’m glad you came with us.”

She smiled softly. “I had a good time, too. Thanks for making me feel included.”

S.coups took a step closer, his gaze searching hers. “You’re not just included, Dabi. You’re part of us now.”

Her breath hitched slightly at the sincerity in his tone, but she masked it with a nod. “That means a lot.”

The moment hung in the air, charged and fragile, before she cleared her throat. “You should probably head back. It’s getting late.”

He nodded reluctantly, stepping back toward the door. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course,” she said, walking him to the door.

As he stepped out into the hallway, he turned back, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Goodnight, Dabi.”

“Goodnight,” she replied, as they stood there looking at each other. She pushes a hair behind her ear, looking at her feet, before he leaned down and kissed her. He pulled her close, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They pulled away, as the alcohol in their system seems to highten their tension. "...Stay..."He nodded, as he pulled her close, kissing her as they trailed off to her room. She was laying on her back, as he was hovering over her. His hands trailed on her body, before unbuttoning her pants. She smiled, as he took off his hoodie. She took off her sweater, and through the moonlight, he traced the tattoos that lingered her skin. "I...didn't know you had tattoos.... Do you have more?" "why don't you find out." He hummed in amusement, as he unbuttoned his pants. His lips trailed all over her body, as his hands gripped on her underwear, lips trailing down her stomach. "Coups..." "Call me Seungcheol..." She bit her lip, before gently moaning out his name. He kissed her thighs, as Dabi whimpered. “Cheollie..” she whispered, as her breath hitched as his lips trailed over her aching core.  “Hmm?” he hummed, his kisses deliberate and teasing.“|-“ her words faltered as he found the spot that always made her squim, with her hands clutching at his shoulders. “Hmm?” he asked, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, a cocky grin spreading across his face. Dabi huffed dramatically. “You’re evil.” “And you’re cute,” he countered, finally closing the distance between her core, kissing it softly, as she gasped, hands moving from his shoulders to his hair, gripping softly. "Don't stop," she whispered, pulling him closer, her voice barely audible but carrying every ounce of her need. He chuckled softly, pulling her underwear down, . "l wasn't planning on it." 

Before she could even register what he’s doing, his tongue is already on her. His first lick is quick, rushed even, the second less so, his tongue flat and slowly sliding up her core, and on the third, he parts her protruding lips with the tip of his tongue, exploring inside Dabi. "So sweet..." his voice is thick as he grabs her thighs, pushing them back and apart for better access. Dabi tried to keep her eyes open and watch as he licks his lips impatiently, snaking his long tongue out, and begins to run it up and down her folds, slurping up the juices that are starting to seep out of her. 

He eats her out like he’s starving. Like it’s his last meal on earth. With him devouring her now, he’s insatiable, disappearing between her legs for minutes at a time without so much as coming up for a breath of air. Somewhere in the middle, he inserts a finger, his middle, into her hole, moving in and out of Dabi in twisting motions. "OH my fucking-" Dabi gasp, gripping the sheets under her and pulling, the fabric bunching in tight creases. "That-that feels amazing. fuck cheol, fuck’ Seungcheol smiles — as he sees in your body — your curling toes, arched back, those breathy pauses in your pretty little moans. 

As he was about to go back to her, the doorbell rang. Both their heads snapped towards the knocking. 

[writingshushf1]

THE LONELIEST

Summary: You'll be the saddest part of me. A part of me that will never be mine. It's obvious. Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Rating: +16

Warnings: angst? breakup? losing someone

Word count: 3.7k

Note: this was an old pierre gasly fic that i wrote last year for a friend- however since i don't actually like writing for him (and the plot doen't fit for him AT ALL) i rewrote some details and now here it is! I did it with george because it matched him? i guess and to change a bit from the usual either mick or lewis requests. MAY HAVE SOME MISTAKES on writing

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It was supposed to be just one night, a single dawn of fun and silly mistakes, but I was wrong. And life is never that easy.

Monaco, August 2022.

The view was breathtaking, clearly worth every penny spent. Strolling through Port Hercule at night was breathtaking, the yachts lit up, people partying and living in every possible luxury. I admit, I was a little jealous, I really wanted to be in the middle of it all.

It seemed very well that fate really wanted me to make the most of it, because within minutes a man taller than me came closer. At first I was apprehensive and turned away slightly, until he began to speak.

"A friend of mine saw that you were alone here, taking pictures of the place and walking. Um..." The man looked me up and down. "Invitation from her, if you want, you can join us." He smiled at me, clearly the stranger possessed the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

For a few seconds, I thought about the proposal, because they were strangers and I didn't know what they wanted to do with me, but you only live once. Before agreeing, I sent the location to my friend. If I didn't answer within 3 hours, she could get desperate and call the police.

"Sure. We can go, yes." He held out his hand to me, reluctantly, I held it and let him guide me around the place. "I don't know your name yet."

"George Russell. You?"

"Y/n."

"Interesting name, where are you from?" Russell was trying to initiate some conversation until we got to the boat. It was cute, like he was really interested in what I was going to talk about.

I answered, seeing him crack a smile. "However, these last few years I am hopping around several countries because of my job."

When we entered the luxurious place, I could no longer hear him properly, the conversations and loud music filled our surroundings, he just smiled and dragged me to the small bar set up.

"On the house, whatever drink you want." He murmured over my ear. This distance was too dangerous.

Hours later, I woke up crossed in my hotel bed. I had an unbearable hangover, but I was not going to let it ruin my day. Again, I was exploring the place to find out something to do. I walked around the city, hoping to bump into the pair of clear eyes that had kept me company on the yacht. Since it was a Sunday, brunch would be my choice for my first meal of the day, so I walked around looking for a place to eat. After a while I found a small, cozy restaurant and the first person I see when I enter is him. My heart races and I seem to hold my breath involuntarily.

"Y/n!" He calls out loudly, breaking my trance, "I thought I would never see you again."

"I didn't think so either, not least because we were too crazy yesterday to be rational and take each other's number." I laughed lightly.

"So… This is Alex Albon and Mick Schumacher, two very close friends of mine." I greeted them both. "So... Tonight we're going out to a nightclub, if you'd like to join us, just let me know the hotel you're in and I'll come pick you up."

"You really enjoyed my company!" I said, cracking a smile immediately afterwards. 

"What can I do? You're the life of the party, honey."

...

Okay, I was on the verge of a breakdown and it was about one piece of clothing. It had been 30 minutes and I couldn't decide between two dresses. It was almost time for me to go down to the hotel lobby and I was still standing there in just my underwear looking at both. My cell phone ringing was the highlight, it was him and he was probably already waiting for me downstairs. Out of desperation I grabbed the simplest but most low-cut black dress.

The elevator took ages - actually, seconds - to drop me off on the first floor and I ran to meet him.

"Wow, you're a sight for sore eyes, someone was definitely inspired today" He said as I got closer to him, I just rolled my eyes and he laughed, opening the car door for me.

Arriving at the club, I was clearly feeling out of place, the people were extremely rich and in the middle of them, there was I. We went to the VIP area and soon I was already with a glass of an expensive drink in hand and making small talk with George. He had the best subjects to hold me in conversation while he managed to flirt shamelessly and I was completely falling for it. The boys and his other friends were dancing with girls - either his girlfriends or random girls, while he was trying to be as sexy as possible, trying to impress me. And he was.

"Let's dance." I spoke softly to him, holding his hand and pulling him into the group of people.

Unholy, by Sam Smith was playing and at that moment I was not me, not even a little bit, it seemed that all the shame and lack of courage had been taken from me. The British had already understood what I was doing, so he rested his firm hands on my waist as I danced shamelessly, moving my body against him. He was enjoying what I was doing, his breaths getting heavier and closer to my ear, until his face was pressed against the back of my neck. Thank God it was dark and no one could see how we were grinding into each other

"Oh God, doll..." He murmured, which left me with my cheeks boiling with embarrassment, however it was not the moment. "I want to kiss you so badly."

"Kiss me then."

In a matter of seconds, I felt my body being turned around and his lips were against mine. I couldn't help myself, I ran my hands over his body, from his chest to the back of his neck. He responded in the same way, his hands were not discreet and it didn't matter who saw us like that. The kiss was hot and desperate, as if he had wanted it since he first saw me. When we parted for some air, his lips were a purplish shade of purple from my lipstick, which made me laugh softly at the forgotten detail.

"Do you want to get out of here? Where I live there is plenty of room for one more person to spend the night there." His hand was already strong on my waist, as a sign of dominance and it made a puddle form inside my panties

"Okay."

We could have reached where he lived in 5 minutes, but with the amount of distractions we had on the way, it ended up lasting 20. We can say that a few kisses and touches were exchanged in the meantime.

Russell’s desire was gigantic, for the moment I closed the door, I was picked up and seconds later my back was against the bed. I took off my heels anyway and he was soon on top of me.

"That dress clearly had an effect on me." That was the last thing he said before he kissed me again.

...

I opened my eyes slowly, the darkness of the room that was not mine confused me for a few seconds until I remembered where I really was. It was at that moment that I felt hands around my naked waist and George sleeping peacefully beside me. My first reaction was not to move, he looked so calm that I turned my body to lie against his chest, just to enjoy the moment of peace, but happiness doesn't last long...

"Good morning." His voice was half hoarse and in a low tone. Shit, why so hot?

"Good morning." I sighed loudly and stood, completely forgetting that I was only in my panties until he groaned at me, my cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

"Vision of paradise." I said unashamedly.

I didn't answer, just smiled shyly and quickly got dressed. Soon I was brushing my teeth and he didn't even get out of bed. When I was ready to leave, the British got up in just his underwear.

"Why are you going already? We had such a good night..." Indeed, the night had been one of the best I had ever had.

"Because..." There was no reason, we didn't work together, we don't even have any previous relationship or that would cause future problems. "There is no reason. I thought we were just a one-night stand."

"It doesn't have to be a one-night stand. If you want." He said in a lower tone, as if it were our secret. "I'm willing to try." His hands passed around my waist, pulling my body against his and away from the door.

I thought for a moment before answering. My previous relationships had been terrible and no one seemed to be the person. I hardly knew him, didn't know where he worked, just that he was very rich, his hobbies...

"We can try." And so, I made the most painful mistake of my life.

...

I was wearing one of his shirts, while he was ordering our breakfast - they looked so big on me. He was tall so his outfits were bigger. I sat on the window ledge, looking out at the beautiful scenery that could be seen from there. As soon as he returned with two relatively large boxes, I smiled.

"Don't go anywhere, I'll tidy up and we can eat with the beautiful view on the balcony." My heart melted for a few seconds, how cute could he be? Clearly my view of him had changed in a matter of minutes.

Neither of us shared a word while we were eating, but in our defense, the food was wonderful, which drew a few satisfied sighs. Still, in order to make conversation and find out about his personal life, I made conversation again.

"George?"

"Huh?"

"What do you work in? So far I haven't asked you or even googled you to find out if you are some big tycoon who can rent an apartment in Monaco." The tone was not one of malice, just curiosity. "I know at times, you had people from afar taking pictures of you, but I thought I just thought you were handsome. It's just that I have this thing… I mean, which job is so good that you live here." I cracked an amused smile, crossing my legs over his.

"Formula 1 driver. Currently at Mercedes." He replied as if it was the most common job in the world, yet at the same moment I knocked over the piece of cronut that was in my hands. "I thought you already knew!"

"No! I didn't know? Look... I only know the most famous ones that have passed through the sport... Senna, Schumacher, Prost...Lauda. I had no idea who was currently in the sport." He just laughed at my surprise. "That's why people keep watching you from afar! By God! What if they saw us leaving the club last night? What could that do to your reputation?"

"Honey. Calm down, it's not that dramatic." He used his free hand to place it over my cheek. "They always speculate about our lives and I couldn't care less. If we are available to try, I think more about you. You're not used to living in this life of cameras and constant attention."

"I'll be fine." 

"Are you sure?" 

"For you? Yes."

...

Two weeks went by and there I was, watching from my cell phone, the Dutch Grand Prix, all for George Russell. Officially we were still nothing, however, under the surface. He was my boyfriend.

Something so strange to say, as much as I know he is the right person. At that moment I was at the airport, ready to catch a plane to the province of Monza, so that we could spend a week together - more like post-practice on Friday, post-qualifying on Saturday and post-race on Sunday, because I cannot yet afford to quit my job to live as a fan of my boyfriend.

That's when the inevitable problems started to happen.

I arrived exhausted in Monza and went straight to the hotel, didn't answer messages and didn't even look at my cell phone properly. I was so tired that I wanted my bed. Russell was extremely worried and almost considered leaving the Netherlands on Monday because of my disappearance. On Tuesday, he came to my hotel room, but I was constantly in meetings and doing work, which did not please him, because he missed my company. That day he apologized. On Wednesday I got some time off, but he had already arranged to leave with his friends. There was nothing to apologize for. By Thursday he was already involved with the race that would happen on Sunday and I continued working. We hardly spoke to each other.

On Friday, after the free training sessions, we had a dinner scheduled in a fancy restaurant and we managed to go. I can say that it was the best night, because we didn't sleep afterwards, we just killed our homesickness with lots of wine, conversation and sex.

Saturday was qualifying and I was there. Sunday, third place. I was proud of him and we celebrated together with the others. I felt out of place with the other girlfriends and partners of the pilots, for the most part they were all so Chic, I felt left out, because I was a simple girl who, with the effort of my family that helped me get to a renowned company, was still not enough.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were ordinary, goodbye is always painful, I would only see him in a few weeks. One of those nights around the weekend, he said I love you and I said it back, hanging up the phone before I could hear his answer.

We haven't seen each other in person for over a month. He travels to one side of the world. I am in a different city, we try to reconcile time zones and catch planes, but our routine is dull and it is upsetting for both of us. What keeps us positive is the end of the season and finally we can spend weeks and weeks together. Four more races and this year is over.

Each time more time passed, the pain in my chest of longing increased, because we were amazing together, love seemed to overflow, yet the pain of not having him by my side hurt me and I know that it also affected him mentally. A painful truth seemed to grow in my chest. I was trying to knead it, but it was getting bigger and bigger.

The agony often took over my body. The fear of him never coming home, what if he found someone better? What if I gave up this crazy life he was living? If I wanted more security?

Maybe this was not the time to be together.

And that only proved to be true around Christmas. Our first fight, over something as simple as where we were going to spend the holiday together, ended in both sides crying and endless apologies. Our temper was still the biggest problem for both of us, even if our love was big and beautiful. Explosiveness to end everything in a matter of seconds. We were in a weird mood for 3 days after that. The decision was to spend Christmas each with their own family, the relationship was too new for us to go out showing off to each other and this was right, newly blossoming feelings. I spent the holiday period sending pictures and messages, getting minimal responses, but it was expected.

After that, the relationship was still very good, we couldn't see each other on some weekends, the other turned to love and sex, yet there was an elephant in our midst that no one wanted to mention. The start of racing in 2023. He was now in a relatively better car than the previous one and that would demand even more of him.

We avoided the subject until the start of pre-season testing. His mental health was worse than usual, but he was happy with the results, I was... My family had disassembled, losing someone was never easy, much less when your job also blew up in less than a week after that, besides being on the other side of the world with no prediction of returning home. Everything had piled up and was taking too much out of both of us.

He was trying to be everything, only my life was meaningless and no matter how much I returned the love, I knew it was still not enough for his big, passionate heart.

We needed to talk.

...

The second day he was home, my body was exhausted from looking out for work so as not to leave him paying for it alone, even though he didn't mind. As soon as I arrived, I ran to his lap, where I hid my face and let him comfort me.

"We need to talk." 

"What's it about, kitten?"

"We... We are distant. Not physically, but mentally... It seems that our lives don't want to share with each other. I need to go back to my country and I don't know if I can get back here anytime soon, while you... You are in an amazing team, living a dream of winning podiums... To be adored by new people. They are not working out."

"Love..."

"I am serious. Haven't you noticed that every time our lives come into our relationship, either we fight and come out crying or one of us needs to be consoling the other? It's never about enjoying each other's lives, participating, feeling at home. It is about working like convicts and maybe on the weekend getting together for sex sessions and small talk over a bottle of wine. Not that I don't love this and don't love you.”

"However?"

"Yet this is killing me, and it's killing you, too. You're 25 years old, baby. At the peak of your career and so soon you don't want to retire and stop the momentum. I need some calm right now, my family is destroyed. You are married to your career, which I don't think is completely wrong for your environment, but our visions of the future will not fit together. At least not today."

I watched him swallow hard, his face turned to the side, tears timidly streaming down his face. Without even hesitating, I run both hands over his face, wiping them away.

"I don't want to break up with you. It's the first time I've ever been completely given over to someone. I have never, ever really devoted myself as much, felt as loved as you have made me feel, honey. " The crying voice brought pain to my heart and I wanted to give up halfway through. "Don't do this to me."

"You know I don't want to either." I murmured, ignoring my own tears and leaning my forehead against his. "But it's the best thing for both of us. How many times have we cried this week? Over things within our relationship that we can't fix. They're incorrigible because they're not up for us to change, George."

"I know. I know all this, but I don't want to lose you."

"You won't lose me. I promise you. One day we will meet again."

"How do you know?"

"Because our lives aren't on the same page. One day we'll have our right moment and we'll make everything we couldn't experience in these months count. I promise."

"I will never forget you.

"Then let's make this night unforgettable."

And we had sex that night. We cried together, packed my bags, and cried some more. And in a few hours I was at the airport to return to my country. He didn't want to let me go, his hug was so strong and his kisses were endless, they were so desperate but at the same time they carried so much love. Everyone always said that goodbyes were always hard, even more so for young loves.

"This here. It stays with you. When you think it's our time, you give it back to me." He took it off one of his favorite necklaces, placing it around my neck.

I was unresponsive for a few seconds, just enjoying the touch of his hands. "I will always love you, Russ."

"And I will always love you too, love. See you someday?"

"See you someday."

So we had our last kiss, intense, with his tongue next to mine, bodies glued together, and then a strong and tearful hug, and minutes later I was walking into the plane, my face swollen. I couldn't stop crying and thinking how incredible that love had been.

Thinking about the future with him, with the possibility of meeting him again made me cry even more, because I had the courage to leave him, however I knew it was the best, I didn't want us to end with just hate and no love.

When you love, sometimes you have to make the hardest choice.

...

George (pov)

I was sitting on my bed. I didn't know that love could hurt so much as it did right now.

"She was that person who messed everything up and yet, fixed everything at the same time. I was no longer Russell who did things without thinking. She loved me so much and I loved her so much. Why does everything that is good have such a painful end? It was just like a novel... Which was supposed to be beautiful, the kind that annoys people with all the love the main characters have, but…” Lewis just listened to me, with a hand on my shoulder. He squeezed slightly, to show that he understood what I meant.

"The greatest loves don't last forever, friend." He murmured, giving me a hug where I let myself cry.

[matchalilly]

This gaming series has always had a special place in my heart for more reasons than one.

In middle school and high-school it was my shit played more co op than campaign in college cause I had a solid group of friends I'd hop on with.

But as a military brat I got the biggest crush on Mactavish when I was a tween, irritated the hell out of my bf at the time to the point he'd start snarky arguments about how I gush over a scottsman when his Irish ass is right there granted we'd laugh about it cause I'd point out how stupid it was that he's getting bent over a video game character, his ma would even join in saying just wait maybe an actual Scottish boy will swipe me from him.

As much as he gave me shit over Soap certain parts of the game hit him hard too.

We mutually broke up before high school, still hung out and gamed together but he decided he was going to join the army after graduating and didn't want me stuck worrying constantly, even though I expressed my interest in joining the marines like my dad.

That started up a whole new 'dig at each other' playfully of course both of us came from military families him strictly army me a mix of marine, army, and navy.

Dad was against his only baby girl joining the military and I just said alright ill just do some form of art than, ended up taking international culinary courses and cosplay ended up unironacally making military friends regardless.

You'd be surprised how many service men and women I've met in the cosplay community not to mention lawyers and doctors, even dentists it's wild honestly but it's neat, and some of them would play with me on CoD just to keep in touch. We'd joke and shit on each other and shit on the occasional teams that would be toxic in the lobby after losing the match to a team mixed with chicks and guys and would scream hacks.

Long and short of it this game is a staple in many special memories for me. It isn't just a game I play for the fun of it, I've made friends, connections and sometimes we all hop on just to chat in the lobby not even going into game. We would just sit cracking jokes and go back and forth if we wanted to hop in a match and go naaaaaaaaaah not tonight, got work or nah I have morning classes or mmm gotta be at base early or I would, ect you get the idea life stuff.

Now I'm back in it watching my friend that's never played a shooter in her life enjoying co op and the campaign and its the best thing to see.

She's a Konig girl and gets shitty that he's not in it much and me and my other pal just laugh and tell her he wasn't in the old games much either, nothing new better get used to relying on the simping fandom for her Konig material.

She even went and started a fanfiction and asks me all kinds of questions, although she had the audacity to call Ghost mean and I'm just like girl how dare 😤

Seriously don't know why people think he's mean, clearly they haven't heard his glorious dad jokes dudes just a hardened soldier.

But she adores Soap too so we chat often about him or she'll gush about Konig or send me mass GhostSoap pictures and I'm just like wow you found that side of the Fandom took you long enough 😆

Even my military hubby joins us cause he grew up playing the games too. Imagine his suprise one year when he came home from a deployment catching his wife playing CoD not knowing I even had an interest in the game.

That was a fun conversation our first year married.

Sat and watched him start the new campaign last night and I was so frustrated that he purposely would get Price killed just to rile me up (even detonated himself at one point) before restarting the mission and say 'imma do it again' only for me to tell him to leave the old man alone and actually do the damn mission.

Sorry not sorry felt like reminiscing, tis the season of recalling fond memories.

[memo15g]

Scholarship/Orphanage Day 3 (7/19) | MiaChanel Nguyen (UCI)

Throwing on my Psyduck team t-shirt and a pair of jeans, I was excited for the day since visiting orphanages had been my favorite program during the earlier week of the mission trip. It was also a little bittersweet since it was our last day of official 15G activities. But, I was happy that 15G was close to being whole - almost everyone had recovered from COVID and was rejoining us from quarantine. I had missed their lovely faces a lot! Unsurprisingly, I had woken up late and, as a result, missed breakfast. But, after meeting downstairs in the lobby, Bao and I decided to each stuff half of a bánh mì from the hotel’s breakfast buffet into a napkin for the bus ride. It was accompanied by the usual daily morning coffee from Highlands provided by Thu (15G’s #1 coffee enthusiast, or perhaps addict…). Thank you, Thu! However, we were so hungry, we ended up devouring our breakfast-to-go before the bus even departed from the hotel…

We arrived at Trường Tình Thương Ái Linh and made our way down a narrow alley to reveal a group of young students sitting in neat rows awaiting our arrival. While waiting in line to hand out the scholarship backpacks, I waved at some students who shyly smiled and waved back. As the principal spoke to them and explained our visit, I was in awe at how well-behaved and polite the students were. I, then, heard something familiar that sent a wave of nostalgia over me. The principal used a call-and-response technique to signal the students to stand up and sit down: “Đất Ta, Ta Ngồi” and “Trời Ta, Ta Đứng”. For most of my childhood, I was a Vietnamese American Girl Scout and those phrases had been ingrained in my memory due to frequent use. I smiled, happy to share something (small but meaningful) with these students; it was a little piece of home felt in a faraway land.

We handed out the backpacks and supplies, and then watched a video that showcased the projects and courses they had completed the past year. It was wonderful to see the students joyfully learning in their STEM classes, gardening, participating in PE activities, and even graduating. I noticed Dr. Mary had gotten a little teary-eyed sitting next to me and I was honestly seconds away from joining her. I was proud and grateful that our annual fundraising efforts had helped support these students in advancing their education.

Afterwards, I immediately befriended a young girl named Tieu Loan as Avery and I sat amongst a circle of students. We did a bag tour, and they played with our sunglasses, lip glosses, fans, and my hand cream. We tied and braided each other's hair while taking plenty of silly selfies together. One of the girls took a liking to my flower hair clip that I had purchased from a temple in Sóc Trăng. She said that she had always wanted one, but never had the chance to buy one for herself. Since I had a matching pair, before we left, I snuck one clip in her hand - we’re now forever friends just an ocean apart. I was sad to say goodbye, but so thankful for all the memories we had made together that morning.

Above: Taking silly selfies with Tieu Loan & some other girls!

Above: Avery receiving a sweet goodbye kiss :(

Next, 15G traveled to Chùa Kỳ Quang. I was in awe at how massive and intricate the temple was as we made our way to greet the orphans and monks. After handing out the toys, I walked around blowing bubbles to the immense amusement of the kids - they LOVED the bubbles. One little boy suddenly clung to me and refused to let go. Due to my unfortunate inability to decipher baby talk, I never knew his name, but I could understand his enthusiastic response whenever I asked him where he wanted me to carry him to next: “ăn kẹo!!” which translates to ‘eat candy!!’. He was obsessed with the Nerds we had brought, specifically the purple flavor. Because of this, I was constantly chasing down Calvin, Keeper of the Nerds, led by a tiny outreached palm. He was a silly boy too; he instantly shared his Nerds with me and other 15Gers, but refused to share with some (really ONLY Anthony) with a firm head shake and a strong “không!” (“NO!”). He happily munched on the remaining Nerds before whining about wanting to blow bubbles with the other boys around him. I asked the boys if they would share their bubbles and to my surprise, they happily complied - even gently and patiently teaching my boy how to blow softly into the wand. Thinking back to my younger brother and me at that age, we probably would have argued mercilessly over who could blow all the bubbles.

Watching paper airplanes fly and hearing delighted giggles ring throughout the room and from my lap, I was warmed by how much love existed in such a small space - from us to the kids & the kids to each other. Hands down, this was my absolute favorite day of all of 15G. It proved perfectly how quickly and easily happiness and smiles can be spread despite a language barrier and a limited amount of time. In my heart, I know this isn't 'goodbye', just a 'see you later' <3

Above: Me and my boy <3

Above: A lovely moment between a child and a monk holding two babies

[venturingvietnam2024]

#14 The G-Adventure goodbyes

Today was our last half day together, before the group travelled to Laos. After a little lay in given the seedy heads, Sonia, Libby, Connor and I went to Hanoi Coffee culture for a last super together. Amy and some of the group also later joined. I had pulled pork eggs benny style and it was amazing! We did some last minute street wandering before returning to near the hotel for a last mango smoothie together. By 2pm, the hugs were being had. A particularly sad goodbye to Sonia, we have become so close in two short weeks. It’s so lovely when personalities just match, and as we hugged goodbye, others in the group commented that this was one goodbye they didn’t want to watch. What a cherished friendship alongside Connor and Libby too. They were remaining in Hanoi until their 3.30pm pick up, so thankfully that was one less early departure. The bus departed for the airport and their flight through to Laos. I decided to have a relax before meeting Connor and Libby to say goodbye to them in the lobby later. Another beautiful friendship. They’d travelled the world for 7 months together and are wise beyond their years. I feel so lucky with our little so called, ‘Coconut Boats’ group. Named because we decided in Hoi Anh to do the coconut boats together haha. I’m confident our little group will meet again in the world somewhere. Until then. When I arrived back into my room, Lois then messaged however, asking if I was still in the twin share room and if she could stay as her accomodation had fallen through. Naturally I said yes, and was happy to have somebody to share the final day and a half with. We went to Mexican for dinner and it was incredible! We were the only two in the restaurant but with excellent reviews, it was to rave about! Home for an early night and one last day tomorrow!

Written April 3rd at 8.30pm

[j-graysonlibrary]

Heartbeats; Paradise Chapter 7

Title: Heartbeats; Paradise

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 112K

Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.

Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction. 

Full chapter 7 under the cut:

Chapter Seven:

The wind picks up and I pull Kade closer to me as we walk across the parking lot toward our destination. It’s one of the coldest nights of the year so far and we’re both bundled in large, fluffy jackets but they’re no help against the biting wind on our faces.

We rush together, both of us eager to get inside and warm up.

We’re staying in a bed and breakfast on the edge of town for the long weekend. It isn’t a particularly glamorous vacation for winter break but it’s nice to stay away from my apartment for a while. The homey atmosphere of the bed and breakfast is a welcome change and the owners are sweet and accommodating. If we ever wish to get away for a little spell again, I will definitely be keeping this place in mind.

Starla has hired a lot of teenagers over the winter break all for the purpose of giving Kade a much needed vacation. He still won’t leave town—just in case she needs him in a pinch.

I don’t mind either way although, currently, I’m wishing we flew out to somewhere just a bit warmer.

The fire that roars inside is beckoning me closer but Kade and I stay by the door for a moment to shake off the snow flurries we carried in with us. I brush some off of his knit hat and that gets his attention on me.

His flushed cheeks and mesmerizing eyes already have me thinking of what we’ll do once we’re in our room for the night. Really, if it wasn’t for our need to eat and Kade’s desire to check out the little shops around this part of town (which neither of us has visited before—at least not in such depth) then I would love to stay cooped up in our room all day. We have all the warmth we need under the covers and the company is great too.

“Think Mrs. Horne will check in on us again tonight?” Kade asks, reminding me of the one major downside of our vacation spot.

The little old couple who runs the bed and breakfast are incredibly sweet and even more tolerant—neither of them batted an eye when Kade and I rented out our one-bed room together. If anything, they’re too accepting and the wife, in particular, makes a habit out of checking in on us each night. It’s possible she does this for every guest but when I’m in the middle of embracing my boyfriend between the sheets, it can get a little annoying.

“Hope not,” I grumble under my breath.

My eyes dart around the lobby. The other couples away for the holiday are most likely all upstairs already but I do see someone sitting at the grand piano, by the fire. I don’t recognize them but they are joined by another person who sits beside them and watches as they play.

The melody is clear as crystal and it lights a romantic flame in my heart. It’s too bad we can’t carry the music up with us to our room, I think as I look down at Kade. Perhaps he’s thinking the same thing.

His face is not what I expect, however.

Rather than a dreamy gaze toward the piano, his brow is scrunched together and his entire body is stiff as if he’s seen some immediate danger directly in front of us. His skin is even paler than usual and that cute blush has vanished from his cheeks. I notice a light sheen over his eyes and I worry that he’ll start to cry at any second.

I just don’t understand why.

So I take his hand and squeeze it but that still doesn’t break him from his trance.

“Kade,” I say to him and then, again, louder, “Kade!”

He doesn’t look at me but his hand squeezes mine, letting me know that he at least heard me. He’s still frozen, unfortunately.

“What is it…?” I walk around him, cutting off his view of the piano in case that, somehow, is what’s triggered this episode. I set my free hand on his shoulder and trail my way up his neck, to hold the side of his face and brush his cheek with my thumb. “Talk to me…”

Kade’s brows push further together and his lips tremble. I know he’s fighting for words but I wait, albeit a little impatiently.

Finally, he gets something out but it doesn’t clear much of anything up for me. “…I remember…”

“Remember?” I echo, “Remember what?”

A couple of tears slide down his face, making clear trails over his skin. He looks at me and his eyes show so much pain, so much anguish that I almost don’t know if I want an answer. But I need it.

I wipe away the tears before they run all the way down his chin. “Let’s go to our room.”

His lips press together and he nods but there is no effort on his part to move. He croaks out, “Help me,” and I understand.

We walk up the stairs together and he leans against me a great deal. Kade isn’t heavy at all, in fact, I could pick him up and carry him but something tells me that isn’t what he wants right now. I simply bear most of his weight and lead the way.

Our room is at the far end of the hall—of course—and while I had appreciated the distance before, it’s now a bit of a burden.

I unlock the door with our room key and let Kade walk inside first. He doesn’t need my help any longer but he still looks lost and on the verge of a breakdown. I notice he’s crying again, silently, and I quickly lock the door behind us and return to his side.

“What happened?” I ask, unsure of what else to say.

I’ve never seen him like this before. Sometimes, after we have sex, he’ll cry and tell me how much he loves me but this is remarkably different. There is fear mixed into every micro expression and it’s starting to scare me too.

Kade circles away from me, holding his arms in front of himself and breathing loudly. Every time I try to get him to look at me, he turns his face to the side.

“I’m sorry,” he says after a while and then the floodgates break. His shoulders shake and his sobs aren’t so silent anymore.

“You don’t have to apologize,” I let him know and hold his arms to keep him from walking away from me. I don’t want him to think he needs to hide this from me.

Whatever it is, I can take it.

I can be here for him.

The tears keep coming but Kade musters some strength, enough to speak. “The song…I remembered…”

“The song in the lobby?” I ask.

He nods and then takes a deep breath. He’s still crying but I believe he’s calming down some as well. His eyes flicker up at mine but they don’t hold my gaze. He looks to the floor and says, “When I was younger, my parents paid for me to have piano lessons. My teacher…he used to play that song all the time…”

I rub up and down his arms, wordlessly urging him to continue.

“His name was Oswald…Oswald Friar. I called him Mr. Oz.” Kade closes his eyes tight and squares his jaw like he’s in psychical pain. “He was a great teacher and he was pretty young himself. Probably my age now when I was fourteen. I…I looked up to him a lot. I thought he was cool and…even kind of handsome.”

My heart seizes in my chest at the confession. I feel a sense of dread threaten to swallow me but I hold on. If there is more Kade is willing to tell me then I am also willing to listen.

“Are you still with me…?” Kade glances to me as though he’s expecting to be in trouble.

As if I’d be upset he ever found another man attractive.

While it does unsettle me, deep in my gut, I can’t hold it against him. It isn’t like I’ve never been with anyone else or felt certain ways about other people before meeting Kade. We didn’t know one another yet. It’s alright.

“I’m here. You can go on only if you want to.”

“You’re not mad?” he asks with wide, reddened eyes.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m a little jealous but…I’ll live. You were just a kid anyway…I think it’s pretty normal for kids to get crushes on older people.”

Kade laughs a little but it’s weak and winded. “I don’t even know if it was a crush. If it was…I didn’t have it for long.” His voice returns to a more solemn tone and he can’t look at me anymore. I worry for what’s to come. “One day my parents left me at Mr. Oz’s apartment for longer than normal and, along with my regular lessons, Mr. Oz helped me with some of my school work too. Afterwards, we had dinner together and Mr. Oz even let me have a couple of beers with him. I was so excited…I thought he saw me as his peer or something and that made me feel really cool and mature. But he…”

“He hurt you, didn’t he?” I guess before he can say it. My heart aches and could easily tear itself into pieces. Just the thought of a young Kade putting all of his trust and love out into the world only to have it shattered and thrown back into his face is more than I can take. The fact that he was ever able to take a risk in love again is incredible to me.

He’s incredible.

Kade just barely nods and sighs. “He tried to get me to kiss him at first but I was too scared to. I thought he was cute and all but…something in me just screamed at me not to. He didn’t like that I told him no so he pinned me to the couch. I wasn’t strong enough to fight him so he did whatever he wanted to me…”

And there it is.

My heart breaks.

“That man should pay for what he’s done.” It’s the only thing I can take from it. If I knew where he was, I would go to him right now. I’d kill him with my bare hands—with the amount of hatred I feel, I know I could.

“I don’t even know if he’s still in town,” Kade admits and pulls his arms from my grip. He walks to the bed and sits on the edge, crestfallen. “I told my mom after it happened and she tried to press charges but my dad didn’t believe me. They fought because of that and, a year later, they divorced and I haven’t heard from my dad since. I guess you could say it’s my fault they broke up.”

“No,” I argue immediately and take a seat beside him. “Nothing is your fault, Kade, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong, you were just a kid!”

He turns to look at me, showing me that beautiful face I love so much though I hate how broken and hurt he looks right now. “Thanks, Mel,” he says in almost a whisper and with a hint of a smile.

I see the glimmer of hope in his eyes and I cup his face between my hands, holding everything I love so dearly between them. My mind murmurs that I should keep listening or, perhaps, change the subject to something more lighthearted—not to take away from Kade’s pain but to allow him pause from it. But my body urges me to pull him closer, to connect us once more so that we can move on from this together.

My lips meet his as my decision is made for me.

I only pull away to say, “I am always here for you. And as long as I’m here, nothing or no one will ever hurt you again.”

Kade’s eyes sparkle with love and his smile is unreserved—unabashed. “I know.”

We move back onto the bed, holding each other more closely and with more ferocity as if, should we let go of one another, the world will fall to pieces around us. Our kisses are long, deep, and occasionally a little salty. Kade is still crying and I worry that I’m not actually helping.

I think this especially when I notice how we’re lying.

Kade is underneath me, his arms lifted above his head and my hands holding them there. I’m pinning him to the bed—probably just as his piano teacher had done to him in the past.

I recoil and Kade responds right away. “What’s wrong?”

He’s asking me what’s wrong?

“I…I’m no different than your teacher,” I say and roll over onto my back, my eyes fixed to the ceiling. A weight presses against my chest as I follow up with, “I shouldn’t be forcing you to do anything right now…”

Kade comes into my view, hovering over me. “What do you mean? You’re nothing like him! I want to be with you.”

“But I…” The words get caught in my throat and they disappear from my mind as well. If we are headed for intimacy no matter what, I decide that we can at least make a bigger diversion to our norm. I need to prove, even if it’s unnecessary, that I am not Mr. Oz. “Why don’t we try something new?”

My boyfriend cocks his head to the side. “Like what?”

“Well…” I rub my lips together as I think of how to say what it is that’s on my mind. If not careful, it can come out quite lewd and I’d rather avoid that. “Every time we are together, I’m the one…in charge. Why don’t you take the lead this time?”

“Oh?” His eyebrows rise and I see a flash of interest in his eyes for a second before it’s sucked away and his nerves take center stage. “I don’t know if I can…”

“I’ll talk you through it if you want. Even if it’s awkward, we can work on it,” I suggest, truly wanting to try it.

After all, I’ve been stuck in the one role since the beginning of our relationship and there really is no reason not to experiment with other roles. When Kade is in the throes of passion, I do find myself wondering if it feels much different than what I’m experiencing. With the way he reacts to it, I imagine it must.

Now, I can find out.

If only he’ll conquer his insecurities.

“Do you not want to?” I ask and touch the side of his face, cradling his cheek in my palm.

“It’s not a bad idea,” Kade mutters, “But I’m so small and weak…how could I…?”

“You won’t know unless you try. But if you don’t want to then…” I won’t force him, of course. Then I really wouldn’t be different than Mr. Oz.

Kade shakes his head and takes my hand, pulling me up and over. I’m not sure how he’s done it but he’s returned us to our original position with me over him. Not strong, I think to myself in cynicism, he’s just flipped me! Though I guess he had some leverage from his spot but it is still impressive.

“I think,” Kade says, taking a pause to shoot me a coy smile, “I’m okay with you pinning me down, Melvin. How about that?”

I’m really not sure this is the best course of action but the thought is soon shaken from my head when Kade’s lips are on me, tempting me into letting everything go and simply enjoying the moment. Perhaps this is just our natural state and attempting to mix things up is pointless?

After all, it works out quite well so why change?

[more-mitaori]

Chapter 17

Hanako stares blankly at her phone, specifically at a group message actively being updated.

K:[number 1 priority is figuring out who killed rui. only 1 real lead.]

H:[Um. Aren’t Shinju and I suspects too? We were attacked by Rui too after all.]

S:[I mean, we caaaan question each other if it makes you feel better. Hey Hanako, when we were having tea at your place, did either of us do Rui in?]

H:[thats not funny]

K:[agreed. waste of time. both of you have alibis that can be corroborated by adults. only lead is yasu.]

S:[You think she did it? Feels kinda obvious doesn’t it?]

K:[it is too obvious. no other lead though. might be able to get something out of her.]

H:[I want to talk to her. I’m sure she’s in shock given her friend died, but she might know something.]

K:[take shinju with you hanako. we are just covering our bases here but time isnt on our side. im sending her info now.]

S:[Uh. Do I wanna even know how you got her info?]

K:[probably not. doesnt matter. i have access to records i definitely should not have. this is an emergency.]

H:[I agree that this is important but we will need to talk about this later, Koharu.]

K:[doesnt matter. just get yasus story.]

Hanako scrolled several times through the group message as she made her way away from the apartment. She wasn’t comfortable going to someone’s house that she didn’t know, let alone someone who was regarding herself as an enemy just a short while before. Her mind had gone blank as she traveled through the residential side of town, far from her own home. Shinju’s words had long since become static in her mind.

She was only shaken from her trance as Shinju’s hand came down on her shoulder. “Hey! We’re here, right? This is the place Koharu told us to come to, anyway.” During Hanako’s trance, they had made their way through the lobby of an apartment building, and now stood in front of a plain, unassuming door.

Said door opened without either Shinju or Hanako knocking, and a short girl with short black hair stared the pair down. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt with a wasp on the front and matching, baggy black sweatpants, a yellow stripe going down the side of her legs. “What do you want, Sasaki?” Yasu’s voice cut just as deep as it did when they fought before.

Hanako had started to speak, tripping over her words before Shinju took over. “We’re with the Newspaper Club. We’re trying to figure out who, uh… well, who killed her. Mind if we ask some questions?”

“Not if you’re with those two piece of shit counselors. They put you up to this, right?” Before Yasu could slam the door, Shinju’s palm caught the front, the sharp slap causing Hanako to jump.

“We’re not on good terms with them either. Look, we just wanna figure out who did this. See, we were trying to clear Rui’s name for that broken window before all this shit got out of hand.”

Yasu’s eyes widened. “…That’s not… But I can’t say I don’t believe you, either…” She stood there for awhile longer, then let the door open completely, standing off to the side. “Come on in, then. We should talk.” Shinju and Hanako entered Yasu’s apartment, the latter looking around with more naked paranoia and edginess than was necessary. “For the love of— I’m not going to attack you. Do I look like I’m in any condition to fight anything right now? Especially since you brought your friend with you this time.”

Hanako sighed, entering completely and joining Shinju in sitting down at a small table near the living room window. “S-So, um… are your parents home?”

“No. Let’s not waste any time, alright? You’ll be wanting my alibi, if I had to guess.”

Shinju once again took control of the conversation and nodded before speaking. “If you’d be so kind, yeah. Where were you the day before she died?”

“I was doing something for Rui. Something I regret, and probably something that inadvertently led to all of this going down the way it did.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Sh-Shinju!” Hanako’s head turned swiftly to stare wide-eyed at Shinju.

Yasu shook her head. “No, she’s got the right of it. Rui, she… she got really freaked out after you two managed to stand up to her. She said she would need the strength of an army to take you two down, and that’s what she did. You two know what kind of person Rui is, right?”

“She wants to be the best, no matter the cost. Being on top, it’s her all consuming thought. It doesn’t matter who she has to trample on to get to the top. Well, that’s just how she is. And if she can’t get her way, she’ll look for someone weak to take it out on. I’ve just never seen her go to lengths like this before.”

“I know you lot won’t believe me, but I can tell you she wasn’t always like this. It was my third year of middle school, and I was touring the high school. I had options, you see. My folks travel a lot, so I could’ve gone to school anywhere. While I was touring, Head Counselor Nagano left me alone around the track. God knows what was going through her head. Well, a couple of third years started giving me a hard time.”

“Rui didn’t like that. She was already known as a threat at that point, so when she stepped in, they started throwing around accusations about an old friend of hers. But Rui didn’t get angry, she just called their bluff. Asked those girls if they wanted to know if the rumors of what she did to Toi Kanashimi were true or not, and they bailed. Cowards…”

“That was how we met. I didn’t know what she was really like. All I knew was that this second year stood up for me. When my parents settled on enrolling me in this school, I tried to stay close to her. She didn’t seem to mind. I asked her about it once. She told me that she felt like I ‘got it’. How unfair this world was, how people get trampled on for no reason. She didn’t wanna see people going through it that didn’t deserve it.”

“I found out before long that she wasn’t really that much better, just more self-righteous about it. But I couldn’t get away, you see. Not out of fear, nothing like that. But I wanted to be on the other side of it for once. I turned a blind eye to Rui blinding another girl. Convinced myself that she deserved it. Oh, don’t look at me like that, Sasaki.”

Hanako jumped again, unaware that she was casting a judgmental gaze Yasu’s way. “…You’re right. Please, continue.”

Yasu sighed. “Let’s skip ahead a bit. Rui comes up to me one day, telling me about you, Sasaki. That you’re some stuck up rich kid who messed up her jacket, and didn’t wanna pay for it. Part of me knew it wasn’t like how she described, but I couldn’t stand the idea of someone, especially one of us,” she added, pulling out her Soul Gem and shaking it gently, “trying to throw weight around.”

“So uh… sorry and all that, I guess. But after that, she decided to take you out herself. That didn’t go so well. After I pulled her out of the fight, she decided to take that army thing quite literally.”

Pulling out a pen and some paper from a nearby drawer, she writes down several names. “She forced some girls to make contracts, using their wishes to make her stronger or something. And I helped.”

Hanako stood up, quivering a bit, the air in the room going still. “How… how could you do something like—”

“Peer pressure and loyalty are a hell of a drug, Sasaki. If you want me to face some kind of reckoning for it, find a Magical Girl court and I’ll gladly stand trial. Until then, maybe ask these girls their story? My alibi is that I was overseeing their contracts with Kyubey and helping them with the basics of fighting. So they could protect Rui, you see.”

“I wanted to stop her. I know you won’t believe me, but I was an inch away from confronting her. This wasn’t right, none of it was. But I stood by, and now… this is the result.”

It was Hanako’s hand that came down on the table, making Shinju jump this time. “K… Kyubey would never do anything like that! Granting wishes that would just… benefit someone else, under pressure like that…”

Yasu merely scoffed. “You have a -lot- to learn, Sasaki, if you think that sunshine and rainbows yarn Kyubey spun meant a damn thing. Now go on. Talk to those girls, get their story. …And let me grieve in peace, okay?”

* * *

K:[that was a lot. ok. gonna sound dangerous but we need to split up. hanako can track down akari and chiemi. *Koharu has attached a file! shinju can go question niko. *Koharu has attached a file! i will find mirai and miho. any danger and we meet up right away. got it? send a blank message and that will mean emergency.]

H:[Akari and Chiemi? They’re always together aren’t they?]

K:[probably. safe bet. akari has notes of being too quiet in class. be on guard chiemi might be a guard dog.]

S:[Heh. Now that image is stuck in my head. Thanks! Niko should be easy enough to find. I’m on it!]

Shinju gave Hanako an encouraging pat on the shoulder before starting off. “It’ll be fine, Hanako. We’ll meet up soon, ‘kay?” Before Hanako could reply, Shinju was out of sight.

Hanako herself was barely aware of leaving Yasu’s home and returning to the street in front of the building. She stared down at her phone again.

K:[be careful both of you. newborn magical girls seem volatile. no offense.]

H:[Understood. Be safe yourself, Koharu. You’re meeting two of them alone, and you’re not even a Magical Girl.]

K:[doesnt matter. ill be fine. got a way out if things get rough.]

Hanako didn’t get a reply when she asked what Koharu meant, so she took it as a sign to get on with her own investigation.

S:[so I think I found the place but are you sure??? this girl’s well off enough to go to private school if she lives here!]

K:[i confirmed the address myself when i looked through nikos records. this is the place.]

“Heh, if ya say so, Koharu.” Shinju pocketed her phone, smiling for a moment at the image on her lock screen, then entered the building before her.

The apartment building eclipsed even Hanako’s apartment, both in size and in décor. Red carpet lined the way from the entrance towards the front desk. No one was sitting there, so Shinju made her way straight to the elevator, and pressing the button marked “13”. She had to hand it to Koharu. Her methods were sketchy at best, but she produced results. Niko Segawa’s address was about as clear and detailed as it could have been.

As the door opened, Shinju met the stare of a girl nearly exactly her height, short and messy blonde hair loosely hung behind her, with bangs covering her caramel brown eyes. At least, until she hastily brushed them aside. “Y-You’re—!”

Shinju held up a hand in a casual greeting, showing a warm smile. “Shinju Hayama, Newspaper Club. Doin’ some off-the-record work trying to figure out this, uh… dirty business with Tomato— er, Rui Tomatsu. Got a sec?”

A sigh of both relief and exasperation followed, the girl turning her head away. “I thought you were gonna tell me you’re questioning me on behalf of the defense force or something. God knows the cops have been in and out all goddamn week.” She turned to face Shinju again, holding a hand out. “Niko Segawa, but you knew that already. C’mon, my place is just down the hall.”

Shinju shook her hand, then began walking right behind Niko as she turned to make her way back towards her apartment. “Were you going somewhere, Niko?”

Niko sighed as they reached the door to Niko’s apartment. “I wasn’t trying to run away or anything. I just wanted some air. May as well put that off though. What’re you here for?”

The pair walked through a large, lavish apartment, ivory columns extending to a vaulted ceiling. This was definitely more luxurious than Hanako’s place, that was for sure. Niko led Shinju through the main room, towards a balcony overlooking a vast majority of Mitakihara City. Shinju leaned against the railing. “Woooow, what a view! Ah, I just wanted your alibi for the night Rui died, nothing major.”

“Didn’t I already give you all that?”

“I’m not the cops, Niko. I’m just a reporter for a school paper.”

Another sigh left Niko’s lips as she turned to face the glass door, leaning on the railing beside Shinju. “Right. Well, I got a creepy set of calls and messages from Rui. She said she was on her way, said she had dirt on me if I didn’t ‘make a wish’ for her, whatever that meant. She never showed up. Next thing I know, I see her dead body on the news.”

“Wait, wait wait wait. You didn’t make a wish?”

“What does that even mean?! Don’t tell me you’re in on whatever bullshit Rui was up to, too!”

“If you didn’t make a wish, then…!” Shinju made for the door, only to stop as she felt Niko’s hand on her shoulder.

“What the fuck are you talking about?! What does any of this mean?! A-And why is this happening to me?! First, Rui tells me she has dirt on me, which is terrifying enough, given how important my dad is, then she dies, now this?! It’s too much! So please, just tell me what’s going on!”

Shinju only gave a sidelong glance, awkwardness pouring through her expression. “Erm. Don’t you have any friends you can confide in?”

“You haven’t heard? Those other girls talk behind my back all the time at school, spreading rumors… You must not be paying attention if you really don’t know who I am!”

“I, uh, I really don’t. First year, remember? Well… uh… hm.” Thinking for a moment, Shinju then pulls out her phone. “Here. If ya need to vent, I’ll be around later tonight. But I really do gotta go. If you’re not the killer and all, I gotta track down the real perpetrator, y’know?”

Niko seemed to think about it, then pulled out her own phone, sharing contact information with Shinju as she released her shoulder. “R… Right. I’ll take you up on that. So I’m clear, then?”

“Yep! All clear!” Giving a salute, Shinju returned her phone to her jacket pocket, then swiftly slid the door open, making her way out of Niko’s apartment before she could say anything else. Once clear of the building, she sighed and pulled her phone out again.

S:[Sooooo Niko’s clear. She’s not even a magical girl. Says Tomato was on her way to force her to make a wish, but never showed up.]

K:[that gives us a clearer timeframe. rui was killed before she could get to niko. hanako, any word from the others?]

H:[I’m en route now. My senses are overloaded though. They’ve both contracted all right.]

S:[I got the address here. Need some backup?]

H:[*Hanako is typing...]

K:[shes been typing for awhile now. shinju go check on her ok?]

“So tell me again what happened.” Koharu locked her phone and held it down, but kept it in her hand. “You two told me you’re both each others’ alibi?” She was staring between two nervous, anxious looking girls. One had light red hair, resting disheveled between her shoulder blades. The other, half a head shorter, wore short brown hair, neater than her companion yet still showing signs of unease and a lack of sleep.

The red haired girl spoke first. “You hard of hearing or something, Shirahara? I told you, I was here with Mirai the whole night, and we slept overnight here.” She motioned around to the walls of the warehouse they were standing in, the building abandoned and in disrepair. “She’ll tell you the same thing.”

“Mm… just like Miho said.” The other girl, Mirai, spoke in a much more timid, quiet voice, not making eye contact with Koharu as she sat down, hugging her knees. “Yasu told us about… our new lives and all. After we made our wishes for Tomatsu.”

Koharu folded her arms, still looking back and forth between Miho and Mirai. “So you two learned how to live as Magical Girls, then stayed here together? All night?”

“Whoa whoa whoa! It’s not like that, Shirahara!” Miho’s tone was defensive, and she was practically shouting. “We just… ugh. May as well just say it. We can’t really fight on our own. So we decided to stick together. Alright?”

Mirai sighed, looking down. “Just so. Our powers aren’t really suited for fighting alone. But together… at least, when we’re around someone else, my powers are more effective. It kind of took Tomatsu and Yasu by surprise, to be honest, once they learned what I could—”

Her words were cut off by a buzzing phone in Koharu’s hand, and she swiftly turned to leave. “Whoa, you’re leaving already?” Miho’s voice was laced with impatience.

“Got what I need. You two are clear. Narrowed it down, anyway.” Before either could reply, Koharu left the building.

S:[I got the address here. Need some backup?]

H:[*Hanako is typing...]

K:[shes been typing for a long while now. shinju go check on her.]

S:[On it!]

H:[I’m okay. Was a misunderstanding, but Shinju is here now. Don’t worry, okay?]

K:[its one of those two hanako. just got alibis out of mizutani and kawakami. be extra careful.]

Two more girls, this time confronted by Hanako. One with long hair, tall and lanky, and another, short hair and meek, hiding in a corner behind the other. The taller girl spoke first. “We’ve had enough accusations from the goddamn police today, the last thing we need is you nosy, ignorant assholes bringing it up. We don’t know a goddamn thing. What more do you want?”

“…I’m… not with the police, Takahata-san. I’m with—”

The taller girl slammed her fist into the nearby wall, causing both Hanako and the other girl to flinch. “I know damn well who you are, Hanako Sasaki! You’re with the Newspaper Club. Trust me, you lot aren’t the only ones who know how to dig for information.”

“Calm down, Chiemi… she hasn’t accused us of anything yet.” The smaller girl hid her head in her folded arms, curled up in the corner and trembling in obvious fear and a lack of sleep. “Please?”

Shaking her head, the other girl, Chiemi, turned to gaze out the window of the small bedroom she was standing in. “You’re too soft sometimes, Akari. You know that, right?”

“Regardless… I have questions.”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Chiemi spat back. “What would you even do with the truth, anyway? Go to the police? Good fucking luck. Publish this in the paper? The school would lock your asses up, and that stupid cat thing would bring hell down on your head. So what are you gonna do, Hanako?”

Hanako didn’t flinch this time, not looking away from Chiemi’s fiery gaze, knowing exactly what answer she was looking for. “…We labored to clear Tomatsu’s name for the incident with our club room. Horrible though she was, this was the one crime which Rui Tomatsu did not commit.”

Akari looked up, a horrified look in her eyes. “Y-You mean…?”

“I will confront Rui Tomatsu’s killer. If there is no justice for Magical Girls in the world of humans…,” Hanako held out her left hand, a rapier appearing in her palm, pointed at the ground, “…then we must make our own. Is that not so, Chiemi Takahata?”

Chiemi’s hand balled into a fist as it dove into her jeans pocket. “You little—”

“Whoa whoa whoa WHOA! Stoooop!” Shinju’s voice echoed down the hallway before she appeared in the doorframe behind Hanako, hands on her knees and panting heavily. “Jeez, Hanako! Chill! Why’s it always gotta be a fight with you, huh?”

The rapier quickly vanished from Hanako’s hand, and she looked down. “…S-Sorry…” She then pulled out her phone, realizing that she hadn’t sent the message she intended to, which had told Koharu that she arrived at Chiemi and Akari’s location. She had been distracted by arguing from within once she got there, and decided to investigate that first.

Shinju quickly pulled out her phone as well, seeing Hanako’s revised message and nodding. “So let’s try this a different way. What did Tomato make you lot wish for?”

Akari stifled a little giggle at the name, which in turn, put a little smile on Shinju’s face. “Well… um… she wanted us to make her stronger. I don’t understand though. She was always so powerful, even when she was just the school’s bully.”

Chiemi’s face sunk, the anger fading quickly. “It must not have been enough. At this point, she must have wanted to become a god or something. Not that it worked. So much for making me wish for her to be impervious to harm, given the state of the body.”

Hanako’s eyes widened, and she recalled her conversation with Yasu at the same time. She recalled hearing about how Rui wanted to be on the top of everything, no matter what. How she spoke of Rui in the present tense, as if she were still alive. Kyubey’s words before Hanako made her contract, in how durable a Magical Girl really was, and finally, Chiemi’s wish. Before she could utter a word, she dashed out of the bedroom, down the hall and with the slam of the front door, Hanako was out of the house completely, only a large gust of wind to indicate which direction she was going.

“What the hell?!” Shinju quickly retrieved her phone.

S:[hanako! wtf why did you take off like that!!!]

K:[whats going on]

S:[We got chiemis wish but then hanako looked like she saw a ghost and flew off!]

K:[what was her wish exactly?]

S:[she said she was forced to wish rui impervious to harm or something like that.]

K:[and this revelation caused hanako to run?]

S:[yeah! hanako dang it answer the phone!]

K:[its as i thought then. akari fueki killed rui tomatsu]

S:[how do you know that???]

K:[simple. mirais description of her powers didnt add up. once she told me she fell asleep after miho it became obvious to me. ask akari again about her whereabouts last night. tell her that we know mirai can teleport over long distances.]

“Well?” Shinju, now completely pale, cast a hard gaze towards the corner where Akari sat. “Where were you last night, again? Somewhere far from here, I bet?”

Chiemi reached into her pocket again. “Be careful what you say, Hayama—”

“Was it somewhere only someone who could teleport get you back and forth from? Like, say, the school’s track field?”

Both Chiemi and Akari froze, the latter also going pale. She said nothing, and it took a minute before Chiemi could find the words herself. “…It wasn’t long after Yasu left us here. Mirai showed up, talking about knowing where Rui would be, and that we didn’t have much time before she reunited with Yasu. They were on their way to get Niko to make her wish, and then Rui would be invincible. We… we had to stop her.”

“When we got there, Rui didn’t notice us at all. She wasn’t even playing dumb like she likes to do when she’s stalking someone to knock down. I got a clean hit on her, and it knocked her off balance. Mirai dove for her legs to knock her down, but… I didn’t know Akari had that knife on her.”

Once again, Akari went stiff and silent, burying her head in her arms. Chiemi glanced down at her before resuming her story. “I’ve never seen anything like it. But by the time it was over, we all kinda just… came back to our senses, and we noticed Rui was completely torn up. Mirai took us here, and that was the end of it. Hayama, you can’t even think about going to the police—”

“I don’t care about that! Look, you wished for her to be immune to damage or whatever, right? Well, what if that wish actually -worked-?” Chiemi’s eyes widened in a terrifying realization. “We have to go after Hanako. -Now-.”

* * *

Hanako had practically flown on the wind towards the school. Luckily, the police tape was all that remained of the crime scene. Investigators had inevitably returned to their offices to analyze evidence and draw conclusions. Unfortunately for Hanako, police tape was all that remained of the crime scene.

Making her way shakily to the track, the chalk outline was all that remained of the original scene. Standing in the middle of the track, Rui Tomatsu slowly turned to cast a sidelong glance Hanako’s way. A sick smile lit her face, with large patches of dried blood matting her hair and peeling in flakes on her cheek. “Well. You sure saved me some time, Sasaki.”

<= Chapter 16 ~ * ~ * ~ Chapter 18 =>

[milawritesstuff]

Can you do a pedri imagine of them celebrating the supercopa/ el Clasico win? Make it like super fluffy & cute like he dedicates his goal to her. And then like celebrating in their hotel room *wink wink*

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Warnings : smut ⚠️

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The final whistle blew, the game was over. Barça had won the Supercopa against Real Madrid. You cheered in the stands and hugged Fernando, Pedri’s brother.

Pedri’s mom hugged you as well and she began to cry. -Mi niño.- she said. You got super emotional hearing how her voice broke as she said those words. This had been a beautiful match for Pedri and he had scored.

Minutes later you were all walking down onto the field to celebrate with the team. Fernando nudged you and you turned to where he was pointing, there you saw as Pedri ran towards your group. He hugged his mom first, she began to cry. Fernando then went in for a hug and Pedri looked over to have his dad join in on the hug. You stood aside looking at them with a big smile. You knew how much Pedri loved his family and you could wait your turn. You loved seeing the bond he had with them. Eventually after they all let go of Pedri he turned over and smiled at you.

-You don’t think I was going to forget you, right?- you smiled and hugged him.

-I’m so proud of you.- you gave him a quick kiss.

-That goal was for you. I love you.-

-I love you, mi mago.-

You felt butterflies in your stomach. He lifted you up and began to twirl you around. You laughed as the cameras caught the moment. Pedri was so happy and you were tremendously proud of him.

You spent the next few hours celebrating, taking pictures, and waiting for Pedri to finish his interviews. Finally it was time to go back to the hotel. You rode the bus back with Pedri. He was so tired he feel asleep with his head resting on your left shoulder.

-We’re here.- you said nudging him to try and wake him up. He opened his beautiful brown eyes and smiled at you. -I needed that little nap to recharge.- you rolled your eyes. -It’s not time to recharge, it’s time to go to sleep, Pedrito.- he smirked at you.

The two of you stood at the hotel lobby. You gave him a hug and a kiss. -I’m so proud of you.- he smiled as you leaned forward and began to kiss him. -Buena noches.- you said.

He grabbed you by your waist. -Where do you think you’re going?-

-Pedri, to my room. To sleep.-

-No, you’re coming to my room.- he said as he began to carry you towards the wing his room was in.

-Pedri put me down, Xavi will kill us.-

-He doesn’t care. We already won. It’s time to celebrate.-

-Well at least let me go get some clothes so I can change out of this.- you motioned towards the white jeans and Barça jersey. Pedri didn’t put you down. -There’s no need for that, you don’t need clothes for our celebration.-

You rolled your eyes and giggled as he continued to carry you to his room. Once inside he laid you down on his bed. He began to take his clothes off and you did the same. You went under the covers.

He got on the bed and cuddled you. You looked up at his beautiful eyes. -You did amazing today. You deserve this and so much more.- you bit your bottom lip. He smiled. -Every time I score I look for you on the stands, I never want a match where you aren’t there. I wouldn’t be able to function.-

You pushed yourself towards him and kissed him. A sweet and delicate kiss while his hands were one on your head and the other around your waist.

-But now I thing it’s time you give me my gift to celebrate La Supercopa.- he said with a smirk.

-And what does my campeon want?- you say as you begin to move lower on his body under the bedsheets. You pull his boxers down and lick your lips as you see Pedri is ready. You place your hand around him and begins to tug. You can hear Pedri release a low moan and his hand searching for your head above the sheets.

-You can start there.- he says and you both laugh. You lick his tip little by little. You can hear him moaning. He pulls the bedsheets off of you and you look up to find him sitting up on his elbows as he looks at you. You continue to suck and eventually take all of him in. He stares at you. You go in further and can feel his tip hitting your throat and Pedri falls back onto the bed. He throws his head back and furrows his eyebrows.

You love seeing Pedri so out of control. Knowing he’s yours and you are the only one who can make him feel all of this.

He moans out your name. -Come here.- he says. You give him one last lick and move yourself up on the bed. When you get next to him he pulls you over him, and you sit on his lap facing him.

-How was that?- you ask. You look down at his lips and lean in for a kiss. As you are kissing him Pedri unclasps your bra and slowly takes it off of you. He bites his lip.

-You know you’re the best.- he whispers.

-Well who else have you been trying out?- you ask as you pout your lips. He laughs.

-Nobody else.- he begins to nibble on your neck and makes his way to your breasts. He takes one of them into his mouth and begins to suck. You moan as you feel his soft lips around your nipple.

-You know you’re the only one.- he whispers as he takes your other breast into his mouth.

He begins to tuck at your underwear and you stand up to take it off. You sit back on his lap and he places his hands around your ass. He lifts you up a bit and then pushes you down as he fills you up. You let out a moan as you feel all of him inside of you and Pedri lets out a small smile hearing you.

You place your arms around his neck and begin to move yourself above him. His arms on your ass as he helps push you against him. Your lips look for his and you take him in a slow and gentle kiss. Before the kiss ends you feel him buck his hips up and you moan into his mouth.

-God, I love this Y/N but I need to release all of this excitement.- he says. You smile.

-What did you have in mind?-

He asks you to get off of him and get on all fours on the bed. You lean your chest towards the bed leaving your ass up right at the height he needs it. His hands around your waist and before you know it you can feel him enter you. He lets out a loud moan.

You moan out his name and close your eyes as you feel Pedri thrust into you. You grab onto the bedsheets as you feel his hands around your waist. You can feel yourself clinching around him and hear him yelling out profanities. You can feel him going faster and you don’t know if you can hold it much longer. You press your face against the bed to hide your moans.

The sound of Pedri’s moans, the sound of his body hitting yours as he thrusts in and out. It all sends you into a trance.

It feels so good that you begin to move along with him and he begins to hit you deeper and deeper. -Pedri.- you moan.

You feel him getting sloppier and you know he’s about to hit your high. You feel as your legs begin to shake and the pressure builds up in your stomach only to let go and it goes all throughout your body. You moan out his name as he does the same.

-Joder.- he yells out as he rests his chest on your back. He takes himself out of you and you plop face down on the bed. He lays next to you and begins to move his hand around your back.

-Thank you.- he says. You turn to look at him and smile. -Anything for my campeon.- he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead.

-Te quiero.-

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[nytb]

International Duty Part 2

The International break began, the Norwegian players made their way to Oslo, where they would begin their international camp. Their first game was against Spain, even though it was a friendly, that game would be an opportunity for the Norwegians to redeem themselves after their awful Euros display.

The players started to arrive at the Thon Hotel, the Instagram account manager recorded as the players walked through the doors and greeted each other. "Kiddooo" Elisabeth Terland greeted her U19 teammate Y/N. The players who were still at the lobby gathered around the new arrivals and greeted Y/N. "Welcome to the group Y/N" said Engen grabbing the winger into a hug. Y/N, surprised by Ingrid's touchiness remained rather stiff, "Th- Thanks" replied Y/N as she pat Engen on the back. Ingrid laughed "Aw you are a shy one huh" she mocked, making Y/N blush in the middle of the team huddle. Thankfully, Elisabeth noticed Y/N in a tight spot and discreetly saved her, she grabbed Y/N's hand and took her away "Let's goo we gotta go pick our rooms" she laughed

The team started their usual team building rituals and the first training session soon followed. The team was preparing their first friendly of the International break against Spain.

Sadly, Spain were having some trouble of their own. Some of their most important players had sent the Spanish Federation a letter demanding changes in their International camp. The whole situation escalated so much, that said players ended up being shunned from the National team, which meant that Norway would effectively play against a much weaker Spain.

This fact was forwarded by Hege Riise, the Norwegian National Team manager during their first team briefing "It might be a weaker Spanish squad, but we can't underestimate them" said the manager "We have to go out there and play our football. The new call ups will help refreshen our play". The manager soon introduced the new call ups and told them their roles in the International team "We are starting with a clean slate, I will line up my best XI based on our training sessions" announced the manager "If work hard, you will earn a spot in that XI" she added. The secondary manager soon added "C'mon girls, get to work and earn your spot here" as he pointed to the already set up drills.

Game day arrived, the team looked united and in the little time they had together, they had already developed automatisms and working partnerships all over the pitch. A Norway in it's rebuilding stage was about to play against a weakened Spain squad. This fact didn't make the match any less important. "Let's go out there and make Hege and our fans proud" declared the captain, Maren Mjelde.

The first half was pretty stale, 0-0 and it looked like nobody had the hunger for goals. In the changing room, Hege went off on the players "Where is the hunger? Do you even want to wear the shirt?" she asked angrily "You girls have 15 minutes to show me why you deserve a second call up" stated Hege as she left the room.

"Hege is right" stated Engen "We haven't looked like ourselves" she added. The captain soon chimed in "We know what we have to do" she started "Let's go out there" she continued "No fear, no more half assing the game" said Maren. Much to everyones surprise, Y/N joined the motivational speech "Let's do what we do best" said the winger "Play fast and score goals"

Part 3