#THIS ONE WILL SURVIVE I SWEAR. mAYBE <— guy who is behind on work and has to make a uni application

[loz-the-noob]

big plans….

[gardenwons]

NERDY AND NASTY

SYNOPSIS maybe making a nerd beg for your forgiveness was your kink? And maybe making you beg was also his?

PAIRINGS nerd!heeseung x popular!reader

WARNINGS smut with plot(?), switch!heeseung, making out, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, size kink, praising, somewhat insecure heeseung, hint at future 3some

A/N 8k+ words heavily inspired by all the nerd fics *leeechin and her loser!hoon pls.. im currently reading and eating up, loser!hee is long overdue at this point needed to make him a priority lol also super sleepy so not proofread

“I really don’t think you should go through with this. You’ll chew him up and spit him out,” Wonyoung whispered in your ear, her eyes flicking toward the guy a few seats ahead of you.

You hadn’t been paying attention to class for the past two hours, too busy eyeing Heeseung—lanky, messy hair, big glasses that slipped down his nose as he furiously scribbled notes. Something about the way he muttered to himself and hunched over his textbooks made you wonder what he’d be like when things got... intimate. You found yourself biting on your bottom lip and grinned.

“Do you think he’s a virgin?” you whispered back to Wonyoung, ignoring her warning.

She giggled softly. “Maybe. But even nerds have game these days. Might as well find out.”

“I swear, Y/N is staring at you,” Jungwon whispered excitedly, nudging Heeseung’s arm for what felt like the hundredth time. Heeseung tried to ignore him, rolling his eyes.

“No way. She doesn’t even know I exist,” he muttered, flipping through his notes with forced indifference. The idea of you noticing him was ridiculous. You were you—confident, untouchable. He was just some guy trying to survive the semester.

But then, he chanced a glance behind him, just to prove Jungwon wrong. His heart jumped into his throat when his eyes met yours. You didn’t look away. In fact, you winked at him.

Heeseung’s face flushed crimson as he whipped his head back to the front, his pulse racing. Jungwon snickered beside him, clearly enjoying his reaction.

“Told you, man,” Jungwon teased.

Heeseung’s thoughts were spinning. There was no way someone like you would actually be interested in him... right? But he couldn’t help the small spark of hope that flickered in his chest. You, the girl everyone wanted, were giving him attention. For once, he wasn’t invisible. And that both terrified and excited him.

You slipped through the mass of students as soon as class ended, making a beeline toward Heeseung. He was still at his desk, packing up his notes, oblivious to the fact that you were heading straight for him.

Jungwon noticed you first, eyes widening in surprise as he fumbled with his notebooks, hugging them to his chest. “H-Hi, Y/N,” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he elbowed Heeseung hard to get his attention.

Heeseung let out a small groan, rubbing his side as he looked up. His expression shifted from irritation to wide-eyed surprise when he saw you standing in front of him.

“Hey, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself with a casual smile, though you knew you didn’t have to. Your reputation precedes you, but there was something cute about doing it anyway—like a formality. You watched as both of them stammered out their own introductions, even though you already knew their names. They were shy, but that just added to the fun.

“I know who you guys are,” you continued, leaning in slightly. “I was wondering if you’d want to group up for the project? Wonyoung ditched me for someone else, and I thought it’d be okay to work with you guys.” It was a harmless cover, but in reality, you had your eyes on Heeseung for other reasons. Still, two birds with one stone, good grades and a chance to see what Heeseung was really about.

Jungwon immediately nodded, almost too eagerly, slapping a hand on Heeseung’s shoulder. “We’d love that,” he said with a grin, giving Heeseung a look as if urging him to just go along with it.

Heeseung blinked, clearly still processing the fact that you were talking to them at all. “Uh, yeah, I guess it’d be fine,” he mumbled, his lips curling into a shy smile as he glanced at you nervously.

“Perfect! Let me give you guys my number,” you said, flashing them a confident smile. Both of them handed over their phones without hesitation. You quickly entered your contact information on Heeseung’s phone, adding a little heart next to your name for good measure before handing it back.

Jungwon’s eyes darted between you and Heeseung, a knowing grin playing on his lips as you sauntered off. “Dude,” he muttered, nudging Heeseung again, “you better not mess this up.”

Heeseung just stood there, staring at his phone, his heart racing as he saw your name and the heart emoji.

“I’m not sure what just happened,” he muttered under his breath, still in disbelief, “but I think I’m in trouble.”

Two days had passed, and you were growing impatient. Not a single text from either Heeseung or Jungwon. Were they really that swamped with schoolwork, or were they just too shy to make the first move? Deciding you’d waited long enough, you took matters into your own hands and set out to track Heeseung down.

You checked all the usual spots where nerds hang out—the library, the study hall, even the cafeteria—but no luck. Then, as you wandered the quieter part of campus, you passed by the music room. It was mostly abandoned now, dusty and forgotten, but something made you stop. A soft humming caught your ear, pulling you toward the ajar door.

Peeking in, you spotted Heeseung sitting alone, flipping through his notebook and humming quietly to himself. The sight of him caught you off guard—he looked so... at peace. You watched him for a moment, his soft voice filling the empty room. No wonder you couldn’t find him earlier; no one came here anymore.

After a minute of listening, you knocked gently on the door, making him jump. His wide eyes shot up to meet yours, looking startled—almost terrified—at the sight of you standing there.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t know you were—” he started, scrambling out of his seat, offering it to you in a flustered rush. It was the only clean seat in the room, the rest of the space coated in dust and neglect.

But you weren’t focused on that. Your eyes were drawn to him—his usually neat appearance was slightly undone. Two buttons on his shirt were carelessly unbuttoned, his tie loosened around his neck, and the messy look was doing things to you. He looked unexpectedly... hot.

Heeseung, on the other hand, was fumbling through an apology, but all you could think about was how good he looked, so different from his usual polished self.

You rolled your eyes, sitting down with a huff, blowing loose strands of hair away from your face. As you settled in, you beckoned Heeseung toward you with a slow curl of your finger. His breath hitched, and you could already see the nervous sweat forming on his forehead, his body stiff with tension as your presence overwhelmed him. Reluctantly, he shuffled closer until he crouched down, his wide eyes barely able to meet yours as you stared him down.

“It’s not very nice to leave me waiting,” you said coolly, your voice laced with annoyance. Heeseung’s cheeks flushed deeper as he nodded, his gaze flicking away quickly, unable to hold eye contact for more than a few seconds.

“I-i didn’t know what to message you...” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked embarrassed, and the sight of him, so timid and unsure, almost made you laugh. Almost. But you bit down on your lip, forcing back the giggle bubbling up. Instead, you shrugged, feigning disinterest, as if his pathetic nervousness didn’t amuse you.

“A simple ‘hi’ would’ve worked,” you replied nonchalantly, watching him squirm under your gaze. You let the tension hang in the air before adding, “But now... I think I want an apology.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened, and he nodded quickly, already muttering, “Of course, I’m really sor—”

“On your knees,” you interrupted, your voice taking on a teasing, yet commanding tone. “Just so I know you’re sincere.” You fluttered your lashes at him, lips curling into a playful pout.

Heeseung’s breath hitched again, his throat visibly bobbing as he swallowed nervously. But he didn’t argue. Slowly, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands trembling slightly as they hovered by his sides, unsure of what to do. His face flushed a deeper red as his eyes unintentionally fell to the edge of your skirt, where the faintest hint of your pink panties teased him, peeking between your legs. His mouth went dry, and he quickly averted his eyes, his whole body tense as he knelt there, waiting for your next move.

You nodded, silently urging him to continue. Heeseung stammered, his voice shaky as he tried to find the right words. He felt embarrassed, hot under your intense gaze. Just moments ago, everything had been peaceful—normal even—but now, here he was, on his knees, trying to beg for forgiveness while resisting the growing urge to glance between your thighs.

“I-I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, his head dropping low in shame, every emotion swirling inside him, mixing into a mess of anxiety, desire, and guilt. He prayed none of it showed, especially the inappropriate thoughts creeping in as he tried to save face.

But you weren’t done. You reached down, gently grabbing his chin, tilting his head back up until his wide eyes met yours again. You fixed his glasses, which had slid down his nose, and ran your fingers through his messy hair. “You’re so cute like this, y’know?” you said softly, a teasing smile playing on your lips. Heeseung choked on his spit, blinking rapidly as his mind struggled to keep up with the situation.

Before he could respond, you stood up, the edge of your skirt brushing against his face. From this angle, he had an unobstructed view of the way your panties moulded perfectly to your cunt, leaving little to the imagination. His breath hitched, and he felt a dizzy wave wash over him. Heeseung’s face turned a shade of red so deep he thought he might faint.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry about that,” you said with mock innocence, feigning surprise as if you hadn’t planned it all along. Your voice dripped with playful teasing, and you watched as Heeseung struggled to regain control of his thoughts, his eyes darting anywhere but toward you.

You leaned down, lowering yourself to eye level with him again, your lips curling into a smirk. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you? After all i’ve already forgiven you,” you whispered, your tone dripping with suggestion. His mind raced, and his throat felt dry as he nodded frantically, completely out of his depth, but too entranced by you to say anything coherent.

Satisfied, you patted his cheek lightly before turning to leave, letting your fingers trail under his chin for just a moment longer. “Good boy,” you murmured under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. With one last glance over your shoulder, you placed your phone up to remind him of what to do and walked out of the room, leaving Heeseung kneeling on the floor, heart pounding, utterly shaken.

Heeseung stayed frozen in place for a few moments after you left, still processing what had just happened. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his hair, mind racing, trying to figure out how to face you again—or if he even could.

Needless to say, he did message you. His text came in late that night, "Hey, about earlier... I'm really sorry again." You could almost picture him, blushing behind his phone, nervously typing and deleting his words before sending them. That was the moment your plan began to take shape.

It wasn’t long before the perfect opportunity arose. Heeseung and Jungwon invited you over to their place to work on the project. You had played it cool, agreeing without hesitation, masking your real intentions behind the promise of schoolwork. This was your chance to get Heeseung exactly where you wanted him.

You stood outside their apartment door, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you checked your reflection on your phone screen one last time. You’d dressed down, but in a way that still showed just enough—casual yet enticing. After all, you weren’t here just for the project.

When Jungwon opened the door, he greeted you with a warm smile, stepping aside to let you in. “Hey! Glad you could make it,” he said, gesturing toward the living room.

As you entered, you noticed immediately how much more relaxed they seemed in their own space. Heeseung sat on the couch, dressed in a fitted graphic tee that accentuated his lean frame, and joggers that hugged his legs perfectly. Gone was the timid, nerdy look he sported in class; here, he was undeniably handsome, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the transformation. Jungwon was equally attractive, his casual hoodie and jeans showcasing a well-defined physique that you hadn’t fully registered before.

“Hey, Heeseung,” you teased, letting your voice drop a little lower as you stepped further into the room. He looked up, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly averted his gaze, but not before you caught the flicker of something in his expression.

“Hey,” he mumbled, a nervous smile breaking through. You could see him trying to maintain his composure, but his cheeks betrayed him, coloring a light pink.

As you all settled down to work, Jungwon started outlining the project guidelines while Heeseung focused intently on his notes, though you noticed he couldn’t help stealing quick glances your way. You played along at first, discussing ideas, jotting down notes, and pretending to pay attention. But soon enough, the atmosphere shifted.

You stretched out casually, your shirt riding up just enough to reveal a hint of skin, drawing Heeseung’s gaze once again. “It’s getting hot in here,” you murmured, more to yourself but loud enough for Heeseung to hear. His fingers tightened around his pen, and you could see his jaw clench as he fought the urge to look directly at you.

“You okay, Hee?” you asked, your voice laced with playful concern. “You seem a little... distracted.”

Jungwon, oblivious to the tension, glanced over at Heeseung and chuckled. “Heeseung’s always like that when he’s stressed,” he said, shaking his head. “But we can take a break if you need one.” You noted how Jungwon didn’t realize that the real distraction was you, sitting so close, your knee brushing lightly against Heeseung's under the table.

He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure as you continued to inch closer, your knee brushing against his under the table. It was a simple touch, but to him, it felt electric. His thoughts spiralled as his mind conjured images of everything he’d been trying to suppress since that day in the music room.

Suddenly, Heeseung stood up abruptly, almost knocking his chair over. “Uh, can you... can you guys give me a minute?” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I need to... um... take care of something.”

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Take care of what? We’re in the middle of a project, hee.”

“Yeah, it’s nothing! Just- just a quick break,” he said, his voice rising slightly in pitch. “I’ll be back in a second. Please, just give me a minute.”

He quickly retreated into the hallway, leaving you and Jungwon in stunned silence.

Jungwon looked over at you, puzzled. “Is he okay?”

You shrugged, suppressing a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “I think he might be overwhelmed,” you said, a smirk playing on your lips.

“Maybe we should go check on him,” Jungwon suggested, but you shook your head.

“No, let him have his moment. It’s probably just a bathroom break or something,” you replied, biting your lip to hold back your amusement.

Taking a deep breath, Heeseung leaned against the wall, trying to calm his racing heart. He could hear you and Jungwon talking softly in the living room, and the reality of what was happening hit him hard. He was undeniably attracted to you, and the more you flirted, the more he found it impossible to focus.

With shaky hands, he fumbled for his phone and quickly typed out a message: Hey, I’m really sorry, but I’m feeling kind of sick. I think it’s best if we wrap this up for today.

He hesitated before hitting send, biting his lip as he envisioned your reaction. But it was better this way; he couldn’t risk being in the same room with you when his mind was racing in directions he didn’t want it to go.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, his phone buzzed with a reply. You had responded almost immediately: Are you okay? Do you want me to bring you anything?

He frowned at your concern, a mix of guilt and appreciation swirling in his chest. No, I’ll be fine. Just tired, I think. Thanks for understanding.

Another buzz. Okay, we can reschedule. Take care!

He sighed, relief washing over him. Thanks, Y/N.

He took a moment to collect himself, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. He felt guilty for lying, but he knew it was for the best, at least until he figured out how to handle his feelings.

When he finally stepped back into the living room, you and Jungwon were both looking at him expectantly. Jungwon spoke first, his brow furrowed. “Hey, everything okay? You look a little pale.”

“Yeah, I just... thought it was best to call it a day,” Heeseung said, forcing a smile. “I’m not feeling great, and I wouldn’t want to distract you guys from the project.”

You raised an eyebrow, concern evident in your eyes. “Are you sure? I can stay if you need anything.”

“No, really. I think it’s best if you go home and let me rest,” he insisted, trying to sound convincing.

“Okay, if you say so,” you replied, though the hint of disappointment in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

You lingered for a moment, looking at Heeseung as if weighing your options. “Text me if you need anything, alright?”

“Of course,” he replied, forcing himself to sound upbeat.

With one last look, you finally turned to leave, and Heeseung felt a pang of regret hit him. As soon as the door closed behind you, he leaned against it, exhaling deeply.

“Everything okay?” Jungwon asked, glancing back at Heeseung, who was still trying to catch his breath. “You looked really flustered when Y/N was here.”

“Yeah, just... a bit overwhelmed,” Heeseung admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to freak out in front of her.”

“Dude, she’s into you,” Jungwon said, raising an eyebrow. “You could have just gone with it. Instead, you made her leave.”

“I know,” Heeseung sighed, kicking at the floor. “I just... I don’t know how to handle this. I’m still trying to figure out what I feel.”

Jungwon smirked, shaking his head. “Well, good luck figuring that out while you’re trying to hide your crush. Just don’t take too long.. I don’t want to see you miss your chance.”

Heeseung groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

“Anytime,” Jungwon said with a grin, heading into the kitchen to grab a snack. Heeseung watched him go, feeling a mix of frustration and longing.

Alone in the silence of the apartment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just made a huge mistake.

You couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling of concern for Heeseung after he texted you that he was sick. Even though you had shared playful banter, something in his message had felt off, igniting a spark of worry within you. The thought of him alone in his apartment, feeling under the weather, was enough to propel you into action. Determined to check on him, you decided to surprise him with a visit.

With a small bag of snacks in hand, you made your way to Heeseung’s apartment. The soft sound of your footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, a stark contrast to the anticipation thrumming in your chest. As you entered Heeseung's apartment, courtesy of Jungwon for lending you a spare key, the cozy space wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The gentle aroma of herbal tea wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of laundry. Heeseung was curled up on the couch, bundled in a thick blanket, looking adorably vulnerable, but there was a flicker of mischief in his eyes. His hair was tousled, and his cheeks had a faint flush that made him look even more endearing.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” you asked softly, crossing the room to kneel beside him.

He turned his head slightly, his large eyes widening with surprise and delight. “Y/N? I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought I told you I was sick.” His voice was a little too casual, and you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward, betraying his facade.

You smirked, settling down beside him. “Exactly. That’s why I came to check on you. You can’t just lie around here and get worse. Someone has to take care of you.”

He chuckled weakly, but there was an unmistakable glint of mischief behind his eyes. “You really didn’t have to.”

“Too bad! I’m here now,” you declared, standing up and placing your hands on your hips, feigning authority. “Now, let’s see if you have a fever.”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, suddenly hesitant. “Uh, are you sure you need to do that?”

Without waiting for his response, you hopped onto the couch, positioning yourself over him. Heeseung’s breath hitched, eyes wide as you settled your weight on his hips, straddling him. The sudden proximity sent an electric shock through the air, making your heart race.

“Just hold still,” you said playfully, leaning down to press your forehead against his, your fingers gently brushing against his cheeks to gauge his temperature. “You’re warmer than usual, but I can’t tell if that’s from your so-called illness or if you’re just flustered.”

Heeseung swallowed hard, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. “Maybe it’s a little bit of both…”

You chuckled softly, feeling a rush of exhilaration as your playful banter took on an undertone of tension. “I think we need a more accurate method.”

With a playful grin, you pulled back slightly and reached for the thermometer from your bag. As you turned back to face him, you couldn’t resist leaning in closer, teasingly bringing the thermometer up to his lips.

“Open up,” you instructed, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

Heeseung hesitated, glancing down at the thermometer, his expression shifting from playful to anxious. “Uh, are you really sure this is necessary?”

“Of course! How else am I supposed to know if you’re truly sick?” you replied, maintaining your teasing tone.

Finally, he relented, opening his mouth to take the thermometer. The moment it beeped, you pulled it away and glanced at the reading. “Looks like you’re slightly warm. But nothing I can’t fix.”

“Is that so?” Heeseung asked, his voice slightly shaky as he tried to maintain his composure beneath you. “Are you sure you want to be here?”

You nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. “Yes! A little TLC should do the trick. Now, let’s get you some soup and-”

Before you could finish your thought, he interrupted you, a sudden seriousness in his eyes. “Y/N, are you sure you’re not just doing this because you feel sorry for me?”

The question caught you off guard. You had been so wrapped up in the playful banter that you hadn’t fully considered the implications of your actions. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… I don’t want you to feel obligated to take care of me just because I’m ‘sick.’ If you’re here because you genuinely want to, then that’s one thing. But if it’s out of pity…” His voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding his expression.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of warmth at his vulnerability. “Heeseung, I’m here because I want to be. I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t care about you.”

The tension between you two hung in the air, your heart racing at the honesty in your words. You could see the relief wash over his features, followed by a glimmer of something deeper, something that felt almost like hope.

“Really?” he asked, his voice softening.

“Yeah,” you replied, your gaze steady on his. “I like being here with you, even if you are pretending to be sick.”

Heeseung smiled shyly, his heart swelling with emotion. “Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot to me.”

With that, the playful atmosphere returned, but now it was layered with something more- an understanding, a connection that felt genuine and real. As you straddled him, the weight of your body pressed against his, sending a jolt of electric tension sparking through the air. Heeseung's breath hitched, confusion mingling with an undeniable desire swirling within him. The playful glint in your eyes ignited a fire in his chest, the warmth of your presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way possible.

“Y/N, are you really sure about this?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly, as if afraid this intoxicating moment would shatter like glass at any moment.

“Absolutely,” you replied, a mischievous smirk curling your lips as you leaned closer, your breath teasingly brushing against his ear. “But first, let’s check your temperature.” The teasing lilt in your voice sent shivers cascading down his spine.

He hesitated, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that twisted and turned inside him. “I’m not really sick, though…” he mumbled, cheeks flushed and gaze flickering to the side, not wanting to admit how desperately he craved the closeness.

You let out a soft, playful laugh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh, come on, seungie. Let me take care of you.”

Before he could protest any further, you pressed your palm against his forehead, the heat radiating off him igniting a thrill in your veins. Heeseung gulped, feeling the weight of your gaze anchoring him in place, his mind racing as he struggled to focus. You could see the way he squirmed under your touch, his breath hitching at the slightest contact, his vulnerability only heightening your desire.

“You’re definitely warm,” you said, feigning seriousness, your thumb gently stroking his cheek, relishing the softness of his skin. “But I think we need to take this a step further.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, heart racing with anticipation and confusion, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Without answering, you shifted slightly, sliding your hands down to his waist, locking your eyes onto his. “I need to get a better reading.” With that, you fully settled into his lap, your weight pressing him deeper into the plush couch. Heeseung’s breath hitched, eyes wide as he felt the intoxicating heat of your body against his.

“Y/N, wait—”

You leaned closer, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt, teasingly close to where you knew he wanted you the most. “Just relax, Hee. Let me take care of you.”

He hesitated, heart pounding fiercely as you leaned in, capturing his lips in a teasing kiss. The softness of your lips against his ignited a fire within him, and he instinctively leaned into you, craving more. “This isn’t fair,” he murmured against your lips, the pull between you almost magnetic, trying to pull away but only finding himself drawn closer.

“Why not?” you countered, a sly smile playing on your lips, mischief dancing in your eyes. “You’re the one who looks like you need this the most.”

His cheeks burned at your words, heat pooling low in his stomach as he wrestled with his desire. “But I’m not-”

You cut him off with a sultry grind against him, the sudden friction causing him to gasp, a sharp intake of breath that echoed the conflict raging inside him. “Tell me you want this,” you whispered, your breath hot against his ear, your words dripping with seduction. “Tell me you want me.”

Heeseung’s resolve began to crumble under your teasing gaze, but he couldn’t give in that easily. “I want you, Y/N,” he confessed, the sincerity in his voice laced with a defiant edge. “But I want you to know that I’m not just some easy target.”

Your heart raced at his words, and you leaned in closer, lips brushing against his neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses along his skin. “Then let me take care of you, Heeseung. Just let go.”

He hesitated again, squeezing his eyes shut, fighting against the overwhelming sensations threatening to sweep him away. “I don’t know if I can just let go,” he admitted, voice thick with uncertainty, battling with the emotions swirling within him. “What if this is all a mistake?”

“Or,” you said playfully, pressing your lips to his neck, your voice sultry and inviting, “what if it’s the best mistake we ever make?” You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes glinting with mischief and lust. “You’re clearly enjoying this. I can feel how much you want me.”

Heeseung opened his mouth to argue, but the words slipped away as he felt the heat radiating between you. “I do want you, but-”

You cut him off again, leaning in to capture his lips with a hungry kiss, a challenge hanging in the air between you. “Then let me show you just how good it can be.”

Heeseung’s breath quickened, and the way you looked at him made his heart race even faster. “Fine,” he relented, determination lacing his voice as he leaned closer, breath hitching. “But I want to hear you beg for it first.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, but the challenge sent a thrill through your body. “Oh really? You think you can turn the tables on me?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, confidence returning as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, teasingly intimate. “You want me? Show me how much.”

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, but you weren’t about to back down. “Alright then, Heeseung. I want you, and I want you to know that I’m not afraid to take what I want.”

His gaze darkened with lust, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, a smirk playing on his face. “Then let’s see how far you’re willing to go. Beg for it, Y/N. Show me you want this.”

You felt a rush of excitement and defiance at his challenge, but you weren’t one to shy away. “I want you, Heeseung,” you said, your voice dripping with sultriness, “and I want you to give me everything you have.”

“Then let’s make this interesting,” he proposed, his gaze heavy with desire. “You want me to give you everything? Then show me just how much you’re willing to give in return.”

His challenge ignited a fire within you, and you knew you were in for a wild ride. You leaned in, capturing his lips again, this time with more urgency, and Heeseung responded, matching your fervor.

“Y/N,” he breathed between kisses, the air thick with longing. “I want you to know that I’m not going to make this easy for you. I want to see how much you can handle.”

“Bring it on,” you replied, your voice sultry and daring as you pressed your body against his, feeling the heat radiating between you.

As the heat between you surged, you pulled away slightly, your breath mingling in the charged air. Heeseung’s eyes were dark with desire, but beneath that lust, there was a flicker of uncertainty. “Y/N,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, “are you really sure about this?”

You smirked, your gaze intense and unwavering. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. Just remember, I’m the one who takes charge.”

“Right,” he replied, a hint of bravado creeping into his tone, but the way his hands fumbled as they reached for you only added to the tension. “So what now?”

“Now,” you said, leaning in closer, letting your lips almost brush against his, “you’re going to show me just how much you want me.” The air crackled with anticipation, your heart racing.

With a burst of confidence, Heeseung grabbed your waist, but in his eagerness, he tugged too hard, sending you both tumbling onto the couch in a tangled mess of limbs. His glasses slipped down his nose, and he hurriedly adjusted them, cheeks flushed with a mix of desire and embarrassment.

“Smooth,” you teased, trying to stifle your laughter as you looked up at him. Heeseung’s expression shifted from flustered to determined as he leaned over you, his body hovering above yours, the heat radiating between you palpable.

“Let’s… try that again,” he said, voice shaky but filled with renewed resolve. His gaze roamed your body, taking in every curve, and you could practically see the fire igniting in him.

“Show me what you’ve got, Heeseung,” you urged, your voice sultry and inviting. His confidence wavered for a moment, but he leaned down, capturing your lips that sent shivers down your spine.

His kiss was a mix of passion and clumsiness, his movements a bit awkward as he tried to deepen the connection. You could feel him hesitate, and that uncertainty only fueled your desire. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be confident,” you teased, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with him.

“Shut up,” he replied, attempting to sound gruff but failing as a nervous smile broke through. He leaned down again, this time his kisses were more insistent, laced with an intoxicating urgency.

As he pressed his body against yours, you felt the heat between you intensify. “You want this, don’t you?” you murmured, your breath hot against his lips.

“More than anything,” he breathed, his voice thick with need. Just as he leaned in for another kiss, his glasses slipped down again, and he fumbled to adjust them, frustration flickering across his face. “Ugh, why am I such a loser?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound a heady mix of desire and mischief. “It’s part of your charm. Now, stop overthinking it and just kiss me.”

He nodded, visibly calming himself, and leaned in again, this time with a fierce intensity. He pushed his lips against yours, pouring all his eagerness and desire into the kiss, and you melted against him, surrendering to the moment.

Feeling emboldened, you moved your hands to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. Heeseung shivered at your touch, his breath hitching as you traced your fingers along the contours of his body.

“God, you’re so warm,” you murmured against his lips, your voice low and sultry. “You want me, huh?”

“I do,” he replied, voice thick with need, and leaned in, his kisses growing more fervent as he lost himself in you. He pressed his body against yours, the heat radiating off him intoxicating.

But just as he was getting lost in the moment, he accidentally bumped his head against your chin again, and both of you burst into laughter. “I swear I’m not this clumsy normally!” he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“Who cares?” you replied, your tone dripping with seduction. “Just focus on making me feel good.” You pulled him closer, your lips brushing against his neck as you whispered, “Make me feel good.”

His gaze turned heated, a primal desire flickering in his eyes as he leaned in, kissing a trail down your neck. His lips were warm and soft against your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Y/N, you feel so good,” he murmured, voice thick with lust.

As he explored your body, you felt him beginning to lose himself in the sensations, the air thick with desire. Just when he seemed to find his rhythm, he accidentally brushed against your thigh with his knee, sending a shiver of excitement through you. “Sorry,” he mumbled, cheeks burning as he tried to regain his composure.

“Don’t apologize,” you whispered, capturing his chin with your fingers and forcing him to meet your gaze. “Just keep going.”

He leaned back in, the mix of confidence and nervousness fueling his desire. “Let me show you what I can do,” he said, voice low and commanding.

With newfound determination, Heeseung kissed a path lower, his lips trailing over your collarbone, hovering just above the swell of your breasts. “Is this okay?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin.

“Yes,” you urged, your heart racing with anticipation. “More. I want more, please seungie”

Encouraged by your response, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the fabric of your shirt, igniting a fire within you. His kisses were urgent now, fueled by the intensity of the moment, and you could feel the heat pooling between your thighs.

Heeseung’s gaze darkened with desire. The air was electric, thick with anticipation. “I want to eat your cunt” he growled, his voice low, the urgency unmistakable.

“Then do it,” you challenged, your voice sultry as you dared him to take control.

Without a word, Heeseung’s hands were on you, firm and eager. His fingers slid under the waistband of your shorts, and with one swift motion, he tugged them down, leaving you exposed before him. He tossed the fabric aside, eyes devouring the sight of you laid bare for him. His breath hitched as he knelt between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs possessively, pulling you closer.

“You’re going to feel so good,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger as he leaned in.

With that, Heeseung dove in, his lips pressing against your core. His tongue flicked out, tasting you with the urgency of a man starved. The sensation made your body jolt, and a gasp escaped your lips as he licked you up like he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, you taste incredible,” he breathed, pausing only to glance up at you with an intense gaze, his glasses slipping low on his nose. The sight of him, desperate and determined, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. Heeseung's hands tightened on your thighs as he dove back in, licking and sucking with a fervor that made your head spin.

“More, Heeseung,” you moaned, your body trembling under his touch. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Quiet,” he growled, his voice filled with authority as he pulled you closer, burying his face between your legs. “Let me taste you.”

Heeseung’s tongue moved with more confidence now, sliding against you with a precision that left you breathless. He lapped at you eagerly, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you with a hunger that made your pulse race.

“Y/N,” he groaned against your folds, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver through your body. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

Heeseung was relentless, his tongue swirling and teasing in all the right places, his mouth claiming you as he drank you in. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, hips rocking against his face as you chased your release.

“Heeseung, yes,” you cried, feeling the tension build inside you, so close to the edge. “Don’t stop, please-”

“Then beg for it,” Heeseung murmured against your pussy, licking up to your clit and circling around it as his eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine, igniting the fire within you.

“Please, Heeseung,” you gasped, your voice a desperate whisper. “I need more. I need your tongue on me.”

A wicked grin spread across his face, and he continued his teasing motions, his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. “That’s better,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Keep going.”

You felt a rush of heat flooding your cheeks, but the overwhelming pleasure drowned out any embarrassment. “Ngh~ please,” you pleaded, hips rocking instinctively against his mouth. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

With each lick and gentle suck, Heeseung was relentless, pushing you closer to the brink. “I want to hear you say it,” he coaxed, his breath hot against you.

“Please, Heeseung,” you whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer. “I want to come. Make me come, please.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, diving back in with intensity, his tongue working magic as he teased you relentlessly. The tension inside you coiled tighter, ready to snap as he continued his lewd actions.

With a low growl, Heeseung sucked harder, his tongue pushing you to the brink. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust. “I want to taste you.”

With one final flick of his tongue, the pressure snapped, and you came undone, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Heeseung kept his mouth on you, lapping up every drop of your release, his eyes locked on yours, filled with raw desire and satisfaction.

When you finally collapsed back, trembling and breathless, Heeseung pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips curling into a cocky grin. “That was even better than I imagined,” he said, his voice dark and dripping with pride. “You taste fucking amazing.”

As you caught your breath, Heeseung’s gaze locked onto yours, the heat between you still simmering, charged with the energy of your earlier exploration. The grin on his face was a tantalizing mix of satisfaction and insatiable hunger, his glasses slightly fogged from the heat of the moment, giving him an adorably flustered look that only heightened your desire.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice low and husky, leaning closer until your foreheads touched, sharing the same intoxicating warmth.

You smiled, emboldened by his praise, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through you. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, your voice dripping with sultriness as you leaned in to capture his lips in a heated kiss. The taste of yourself lingered on his mouth, mingling with the sweet flavor of desire, and you deepened the kiss, pouring all your pent-up passion into it. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, igniting an unquenchable fire within you.

Heeseung responded instantly, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. The kiss was intoxicating, a heady mix of urgency and longing, as if you both were trying to consume each other entirely. His tongue slipped into your mouth, teasing and exploring, igniting a blaze deep within you that made your body ache for more.

“Y/N,” he murmured against your lips, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with need and a look of pure love that made your heart race. “I want you.”

“Then take me,” you urged, your voice sultry and low, your heart racing at the prospect. “I’m all yours.”

His expression shifted to one of determination as he captured your lips again, kissing you with a raw intensity that left you breathless, your senses heightened. He pushed you back against the couch, his hands roaming your body with feverish need, exploring every curve, every contour. You could feel his heart pounding against you, a reminder of the electricity crackling between you.

Heeseung's hands slid down your body, grasping your thighs and lifting them to wrap around his waist. “I’ve thought about this,” he confessed, his breath hot against your skin, sending goosebumps cascading across your body. “Thought about how you’d feel wrapped around me.”

“Then let’s make it happen,” you urged, your voice thick with lust as you ground against him, feeling the unmistakable hardness pressing against you. The sheer weight of his cock sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. Who knew a nerd like him could possess such size? A flicker of uncertainty crossed your mind, would he even fit inside you?

With a swift movement, Heeseung adjusted your bodies, positioning himself at your entrance. He paused, looking deep into your eyes, searching for any hesitation. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, breathless, your body aching for him. “I want this, Heeseung. I need you.”

His lips curled into a smirk, a mixture of pride and mischief in his gaze. “Good,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper, before thrusting into you with one powerful movement. The sensation was overwhelming, stretching you perfectly as you gasped at the intensity, your body arching into him instinctively.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice low and raspy, filled with unfiltered desire. The sheer size of him filled you up in ways you hadn’t imagined, igniting a fire within you that drove you wild. You could feel the distinct bulge of his cock in your stomach, a constant reminder of just how much he had to offer. Heeseung had spent countless hours lost in wet dreams and endless scrolls through porn sites, but nothing could compare to this- a real connection, real pleasure that felt as if it was lifting you to new heights.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you gasped, your eyes rolling back as he continued to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His cock stretched you to your limits, filling you completely and making you feel utterly owned.

“Yeah? You like that?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at where you were connected, watching the way his cock disappeared inside you. “You’re taking me so well.”

The weight of his cock stretching you made you feel desperate, a primal urge to be filled completely. “More,” you breathed, your body begging for him to give you everything he had. You could feel your body tightening around him, urging him on, craving his every thrust.

Heeseung’s expression shifted to one of pure determination as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin against skin filled the air, each thrust pushing you deeper into bliss. “You’re so perfect for me, Y/N,” he murmured, voice thick with lust and admiration. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Then don’t stop,” you cried out, feeling the heat coiling in your core. “I’m so close.”

In a moment of playful mischief, you reached up and adjusted his foggy glasses, clearing his view just as his eyes widened in shock and lust. The sight of you, glistening with desire and slightly breathless, made his breath hitch. With a feral growl, he thrust harder, his need intensifying as he chased your shared pleasure.

“Me too,” he groaned, pushing harder, chasing his own release. With every thrust, he buried himself deeper, the overwhelming sensation of his size driving you both closer to the edge, the bulge in your stomach becoming more pronounced with each powerful movement.

With one final powerful thrust, he hit that sweet spot, and the pleasure consumed you both, washing over you like a tidal wave. You felt the tension in your body peak, and as you cried out his name, your orgasm crashed over you, waves of ecstasy washing over you.

“Y/N!” he shouted, feeling you tighten around him, and with one final thrust, he spilled into you, warmth flooding your core as he filled you completely. You could feel the delicious warmth of his release spreading inside you, a sensation that sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The way his cock pulsed inside you made you feel completely full, satisfied in every sense.

You both fell into a panting mess, bodies entwined, the world outside fading away. Heeseung collapsed beside you, breathless but with a satisfied smile playing on his lips, his glasses slightly askew and still fogged from the intensity of your connection.

“Fuck,” he murmured, turning to look at you, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. “That was… amazing.”

You grinned back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the connection you’d just forged. “Yeah, it really was. And I didn’t know you were this big.”

He chuckled softly, a hint of pride shining through his eyes, still full of love and admiration. “Guess I have some advantages.”

You laughed, feeling your heart swell at the moment shared between you, an intimate secret you would carry together. “Definitely an advantage.”

As you both began to come down from the high of your shared ecstasy, Heeseung pulled you close, his fingers gently brushing through your hair.. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, a steady reminder of the intensity you had just shared. Your heart felt giddy as you looked at him, his hair tousled and his glasses almost fogged up again from the heat of the moment.

“Let’s clean up before Jungwon gets here,” Heeseung suggested, his voice still slightly breathless but laced with affection as he leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

You nodded, smiling softly as you helped him untangle yourselves from each other, the lingering warmth of his body still radiating against yours. Adjusting your clothes, you felt a mix of giddiness and satisfaction at the shared intimacy.

Unbeknownst to you both, Jungwon had arrived just moments earlier. He stood just outside the door, the sound of loud moans and passionate cries echoing through the hallway. His face flushed a deep crimson as the realization of what he was hearing hit him like a wave. He blinked in disbelief, blood pulsing to his cock as he listened to his best friend finally manage to fuck.

“Lucky idiot,” he muttered under his breath, a mix of envy and amusement swirling within him. Shaking his head, he turned away from the door, his mind racing with thoughts and images he couldn’t shake. With a silent, careful motion, he closed the door, trying to ignore the lingering sounds of pleasure that filled the air.

As he walked up to his room, Jungwon knew he’d definitely be taking care of himself tonight, the vivid sounds of your shared bliss echoing in his mind as he settled in for a long, private session of his own.

[mclqren]

THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; next part

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yourusername it's tough work being the hottest leclerc 🤷‍♀️

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user1 UGH SHE'S SO PERFECT

user2 my fav leclerc sibling!!

charles_leclerc the caption 🤔🤔

yourusername am i lying though?? 😘

arthur_leclerc i think you are!

yourusername i think it's just you (& charles) who think that!

landonorris so what's the crown for then?

yourusername because im a queen. i need no other reason 😊👑

landonorris self proclaimed queen or-?

yourusername im queen of the grid, now bow down, bitch!

alex_albon you don't even drive-???

yourusername stop it rn or i'll tell charles to ram into both of you on the track 😊❤️❤️

georgerussell who are the flowers from 🤨🤨

yourusername my man, who else?

georgerussell okay be honest now y/n...who are they from.

yourusername and if i told you ur girlfriend then what 🤷‍♀️

carmenmmundt only woman i need 😘😘

georgerussell WOAHHH SLOW YOUR ROLL GUYS

carlossainz55 loving the sunglasses, y/n! 😎😎

yourusername awww you type like such a dad but ur forgiven bc ur my fav ferrari driver 💗

charles_leclerc helloo i'm your older brother??

yourusername hey, i'm still allowed to have my favorites!

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yourusername bahrain weekend woohooo!! TEAM LECLERC (third slide is for motivation ❤️)

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user3 THE THIRD SLIDE IM WHEEZING

user4 SHE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY

charles_leclerc the last slide??? im telling maman ☹️

maxverstappen1 maybe you can beat me with that motivation!

yourusername he speaks the truth charlie soz 🤷‍♀️ AND PLS DONT TELL MAMAN IM SORRY

francisca.cgomes ur sooo 😍😍

yourusername leave pierre for me rn. im richer i swear

pierregasly huh?

yourusername see, not a thought behind those eyes! run away w me bbg 😘

francisca.cgomes okay you've convinced me, give me ten minutes x

yourusername HAAA GOT UR GIRL GASLY

landonorris the coat in bahrain weather??

oscarpiastri how is she surviving??

yourusername a girl does what a girl has to do 🤷‍♀️ maybe you should both take fashion tips from me anyway xx

charles_leclerc you aren't being rude are you y/n?!

yourusername noooo!! im offering friendly advice 😊

lance_stroll i wonder who bought you the first shirt...🤨

yourusername my rich nepo baby friend, thanks again boo 😘

lance_stroll wowww you're literally a nepo baby sister idk what ur on about

yourusername im actually famous for my incredible looks & witty humor, not my fugly brothers

charles_leclerc why are you so rude to us ☹️

yourusername it comes from a place of love 💗

logansargeant i wonder whose sunglasses you're wearing?!

yourusername idk i just found them!!

yourusername

( caption one: the third wheel lifestyle is NOTTT for the weak 😔 + tags | caption two: yeah i took this photo asw. can they stop being so fucking happy please it's making me depressed 😔 )

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yourusername who needs a man when you have kika 😘 ( ps no clue who the other people in the last pic were, but whatevs )

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user5 the y/n lifestyle is something i needddd

user6 SO REAL FOR THIS

user7 outfitsss!! 😍

francisca.cgomes love you 😘

yourusername LOVE YOU MORE 💗💗

landonorris what on earth were you drinking

yourusername idk but it was fizzy and orangey and it was yum

alex_albon orangey isn't a word ❌

yourusername ACTUALLY ☝️ it is. sooo idk what ur on about mate

pierregasly are you even of age to be drinking

yourusername IM THE SAME AGE AS UR GF??? ur just jelly she prefers me to you

pierregasly ☹️☹️

logansargeant the winnie the pooh shirt 🔥

yourusername do americans even know winnie the pooh...

logansargeant clearly??

charles_leclerc how much did you have to drink

yourusername none of ur concern brother!

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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)

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user8 SHE'S SOOO ICONIC

user9 CAPTION LOOLLL LOVE Y/N

yourusername live laugh love me!!

alex_albon is it now...

yourusername SHUT UP ALBONNN IT IS

yourusername guys the caption is a liee i swear he just loves me 💗

landonorris urm who told you that mate

yourusername shut up or i'll send you back to the basement 😁 no one cares enough to save you

georgerussell63 carmen's looking over my shoulder and says y/n's a cutie

yourusername TELL CARMEN I LOVE HER AND TELL HER TO COME OVER TONIGHT 😘😘

pierregasly are you just after everyone's girlfriend then?

yourusername yup! single life = hoe life, @/alex_albon lily's next 😘

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yourusername hey alexa, play art deco by lana del rey ( 📸 @/arthur_leclerc )

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user10 SHE LISTENS TO LANA?

user11 SHE'S ONE OF US FR

user12 the dress wooowwww

charles_leclerc when did you take these 🤨

yourusername don't worry about it 💗

arthur_leclerc we had tons of fun without you ❤️❤️

yourusername ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN (it's true)

charles_leclerc ☹️☹️☹️

lilymhe 😍😍

yourusername LOVE YOU LILS 💗

yourusername but also ops on leaving alex for me...just for research purposes

alex_albon Y/N STOP IT SHE'S MY GF

yourusername leave me alone im single and sad :(

lance_stroll did i not buy you that dress for christmas

yourusername yes you did!! thanks again lance it was a LOVELY investment 😘

yourusername

( caption one: guess where i am!! 🇦🇺 | caption two: yeah yeah the flag gave it away whatever look at my new best friends 🦒 )

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yourusername aussie aussie aussie... (australians finish the chant)

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user13 she's so perfect

user14 wait is she charles' sister??

user15 yup!! she's the youngest of the leclerc siblings

oscarpiastri coming from an australian...no 🧡

yourusername lucky for me ur not the only australian i know...so!

danielricciardo OI OI OI 🇦🇺🇦🇺

yourusername @/oscarpiastri LOOLLLL POINT MADE

oscarpiastri DANIEL WE'RE MEANT TO BE AUSSIE BUDDIES WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME

danielricciardo THE CHANT WAS CALLING TO ME I CANT HELP IT

charles_leclerc FORZA FERRARI

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername idk red's not really my color...might have to step into the mclaren paddock next time to see if orange suits me better

charles_leclerc as my sister you can't fraternise with the enemy

yourusername yeah but y/n leclerc does whatever she pleases and right now she wants to wear an orange jacket 🤷‍♀️

landonorris *papaya, not orange

yourusername yeah yeah pls give me a vip paddock pass for japan thank you lan 😘🫶

georgerussell63 the first picture??

yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️

charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there

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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)

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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING

user17 the way she said in a podcast once that carlos being in her life was like having ANOTHER older brother makes me cry its so sweet

user18 FERRARI IS MY RED FLAG YESSS 🚩🚩

charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?

yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!

charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??

yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗

carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️

logansargeant embracing your inner cowboy, i see! very american of you 🤠

yourusername RAHHH WHAT IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🦅

lance_stroll nurse, she got out again

yourusername SHUT UP LANCELOT ur just jealous that i prefer america to canada!! ❤️

landonorris thanks for the caption y/n, but are you not looking for a way out of the ferrari paddock...🤨🤨

yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️

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might make a p2 to this idk :)

[transformers-spike]

TFA Megatron and femme cybertronian who’s so childish and energetic at some point megs has to shush her somehow…😣

That sounded so corny omg forget I said it like that. Anyways he just fucks the shit out of her to make her be quiet😭

Tysm if u do this💗💗

He's such a fun character to write for, I swear

“Stay still,” he orders.

Maybe you should have shut up from the start, stopped bombarding him with questions for the past month and a half and kept on working as their morally dubious (and unpaid) PR manager. He could have snapped earlier. He should have snapped earlier. From the way he has patiently answered your questions compared to Lugnut and Blitzwing who’ve threatened your life more times than you can feasibly count, he has shown nothing but tolerance in the face of your overexcited blabbering. But now? Oh, you’ve gone too far. And there’s no turning back. “Are we… sure about this? I mean, not that I’m complaining,” you say while chuckling nervously. You wriggle in his servo to no avail, his grip is firm, nowhere near painful, but inescapable. “You’ll manage,” he reassures with amusement tilting his voice. His timbre is soft and rumbling, so close you can feel it in your bones. This isn’t your first time getting freaky with the likes of him, but considering the circumstances, you’re apprehensive he may kill you with his spike- “Oh hey, that’s a new model!” you exclaim the second you catch sight of it. Grey and black, lined with red biolights, and much more feasible for someone of your body type to take. “Wow, did you get it from that purple guy? Was it Swindle or something? Anyway, I knew he sold you cool stuff but I didn’t expect him to sell spikes too. Ooh, does he sell valves? If you get a smaller one can I peg you? I promise I’ll do better this time! Pretty please? Please, please please please-” He gives you a warning squeeze. “Fuck! Okay, sorry. I got the message.” You mimic zipping your lips shut and give him a thumbs up. He looks unimpressed. His spike is cool against your thighs from the generous coating of lube, but its tip is deliciously warm. It’s certainly the biggest dick you’ve taken until now, and you consider yourself a size queen. “Oh uh… did you pick, like, the third smallest to give me an extra challenge?” You dare unzip your mouth. “I appreciate you believing in me, but… I don’t think I can survive that ,” you nudge your head in its direction, shivering from the mere thought of it inside of you. “It was custom-ordered,” he says, leering down at your tiny form. He runs his thumb over your breasts, a bead of transfluid forming at the tip of his spike, pink and shiny. You swallow hard. “Believe me,” he continues, breath slick with oil, “this is as small as they could go.” You claw at his servo when he presses it into you, a searing pain shooting through your core. “You could have prepared me at least, you know?” you hiss through gritted teeth. “Yes,” he admits, not a hint of apology behind the mirth in his tone. “But I believe you can manage just fine.” Bold words from someone who’s trying to stuff you like a Thanksgiving turkey. You would call him a cunt if you weren’t throwing your head back and groaning at the feeling of his free servo rubbing circles around your clit. “You really are a bastard,” you squeak, caught between pleasure and pain. His spike is halfway inside of you with no hint of stopping.

“And you should have learned to shut your intake ages ago,” he answers in his silky voice, crookedly smiling down at you. The very sound of him speaking is enough to send a wave of heat to your groin, making your walls involuntarily twitch around him. You glare up at him, his smile widens. The pace he starts at is excruciating; slow shallow thrusts pulling at your pussy, thumb drawing circles around your clit. He stays quiet as always, the only hint of pleasure on his part being the steady whirring of his cooling fans and the hot air being ex-vented against your skin. Soon enough, his spike is fully sheathed inside of you. You can barely move, filled to the brim by something that should decidedly never fit inside a human. “Overwhelmed?” he croons, voice caressing your poor aching nerves. “Fuck you,” you unwisely declare, visibly shaking in his fist. “I’ll consider that a yes,” he adds, mocking, pulling out of you just enough to give you the impression of hope, only to crush it once he stuffs himself back in. He fucks you for what feels like hours, leaving you speechless and numb from his brutal branch of pleasure, twitching around his spike, having cum enough times to leave you shaking in his grasp. You send a prayer to the All Spark when he finally finishes inside of you, filling you up to the brim with transfluid, enough to spill out of you and trickle down the crack of your ass. Your throat is sore from begging for mercy, and if you had any dignity left, you would look away in shame from those piercing red eyes. “Something the matter? You seem awfully quiet,” he teases, still rubbing his digit over abused nerves. “Bitch…” you rasp between ragged breaths.

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alone together | jimmy darling

・❥・ summary: jimmy saves you from twisty and you end up catching feelings for him. ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, virgin!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, maybe some swearing, clown mentions. ・❥・ authors note: im still not super confident writing smut so we all gotta keep pretending its decent until i am thank u love u.

The damp smell of mould filled your nostrils, eyes straining to see through the bars you were held behind. It had been days since you’d eaten more than half a cracker, your stomach hurting from the lack of food and water. How much longer could you survive this? Escaping wasn’t an option. You and your fellow captives had tried but each time it had failed. All you could do was sit and suffer through each and every day of this torture. 

The door to the small trailer was thrown open and in stepped the clown. His terrifying face looming through the bars at you, holding out… flowers? Shaky hands took them from him but when you didn’t smile or thank him he started rattling the cage, moans of anger coming from the mask on his face. He threw open the cage door, grabbing your wrist roughly and dragging you outside where there was another clown. It took no time at all for them to tie you up, the other one more talkative — his voice seemed familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.

The talkative of the two skipped over to you. The weapon in his hand brought up to your throat…

You jumped up in bed, sweating buckets, fear coursing through you as you once again dreamt of that night. As your eyes focused, you noticed another person in the room. He was looking at you with concerned eyes, slowly edging closer to you. Scooting back on the bed was all you could do to put some distance between you and the mystery man.

“Hey, calm down, toots. I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s me, Jimmy,” his soothing voice said calmly. His hands up in the air. That’s when you realised who it was. The man that had saved you. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Now what’re you apologising for? You went through a real traumatic experience, doll face. I'd be concerned if you weren’t a little cautious.” His voice was like a soothing balm, easing a little bit of the fear.

“I appreciate it. You rescuing me and letting me crash here. I don’t got nowhere else to go.”

“You can stay here as long as you like. I’m sure we can bother Elsa to give you a job around here to help out — make you a part of the family. Besides, here, you’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

For some reason, you believed him with all your heart and soul.

Elsa had given you a job. It wasn’t anything special — just to clean up around the place and help the others get ready for their acts. It was easy work but it made you feel important. Everyone had accepted you the instant Jimmy introduced you to them. It had taken a while for you to open up and actually hold a conversation but they had been so patient with you. They knew the whole story of what you’d been through. It was probably why they were just as protective of you as Jimmy was. Well, no. Nobody was as protective of you as Jimmy. He had stuck to his word and made sure you were safe. Anyone even so much as looked at you funny and he was by your side ready to defend you. The fact you had someone looking after you made you feel special. Jimmy made you feel special. The closer the two of you got, the easier it was to fall for him.

Whether it was his charming smile or his caring nature, he always found a way to make you swoon. Not that he knew. No, there was no way you were telling him. The thought alone was almost more terrifying than being kidnapped by that awful clown.

The nightmares still came but they weren’t as frequent anymore. They never came on the nights where you fell asleep on Jimmy, held tightly in his arms. Those were your favourite nights. It often happened when you were talking — he was a touchy guy and always liked to have his arm around you. Who were you to refuse a cuddle from a handsome guy like that? It was purely platonic even if your herat beat a little faster any time he touched you.

“You busy after the show tonight?” Jimmy asked, approaching you with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

At his question, you stopped sweeping the floor, turning to look at him. “No, why?”

“Thought I’d treat you. Meet me at my trailer after the show?”

“Yeah, okay.”

It felt like the night dragged, each acting seeming to take twice as long as normal when in reality you were just being impatient. Ever since Jimmy had asked you to meet him after the show, it was all you could think about. Maybe there was some hope that he did actually feel the same way you did. The thought alone was enough to make you feel giddy. It didn’t help when Jimmy caught the wide smile on your face from the other side of the stage and threw a wink your way. 

When the show finally came to it’s end, you almost ran to his trailer - but didn’t because you didn’t want to seem too eager. When you stepped inside, Jimmy was already there. Turns out he was just as eager as you were. He gestured for you to take a seat and you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. This man had cooked you dinner. He’d taken the time to actually cook for you. That meant the world to you, especially knowing Jimmy wasn’t that much of a cook in the first place.

Was there anything more romantic than the person you liked making you dinner? He’d even set the small table out with a candle in the middle.

The two of you chatted, laughed and ate. It was like nothing else in the world mattered but you two. It had been so long since you felt so carefree. With that thought in mind, you decided to be brave. You had to take your shot while you had it, right? So, you leaned in and captured Jimmy’s lips with yours. At first he was surprised, his eyes wide but soon enough he relaxed into it, his lips moving gently against yours.

It felt like heaven kissing him. It was everything you’d dreamed of and more. He nibbled your bottom lip trying to deepen the kiss so you parted your lips, your tongues tangling together in a frenzied dance. Jimmy’s hand rested on your hip, gently laying you back on the bed where you’d moved over to relax after dinner, his body gently resting on top of yours. The second you felt his hand slide up your thigh and under your dress, you froze. That caused Jimmy to instantly stop, pulling away with a confused look on his face. 

“I thought….” He furrowed his brows.

“No, I mean…” Before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off.

“It’s because of these right, right? You don’t want these hands touching you. I should have guessed it was too good to be true. I thought you were different than everyone else but turns out you’re just the same as them,” Jimmy’s eyes were ablaze with anger. He had a short fuse, you knew this so you tried to diffuse the situation quickly. As he tried to get to his feet, your fingers gently encircled around his arm not letting him move.

“It’s not that. I don’t care about any of that. Your hands are part of you and… I like every part of you. I just…” you swallowed, almost mumbling your next words. “I’m… a virgin.”

That took him by surprise. His features softened immediately. It had nothing to do with him. You liked him. All of him. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But, I gotta tell you doll, I really like you. You drive me crazy.”

“I… want to. I’m just nervous.”

“We’ll go slow, alright? I do something you don’t like then you tell me to stop and I will, I promise.”

You nodded your head, hands threading through his hair as you pulled him back down to your lips. This time when his hand slid up your thigh, you didn’t stop him. His fingers softly rubbing you through your panties causing a moan to slide from your lips. The noise sent shivers down his spine. If he could hear you make noises like that for the rest of his life then he’d be a happy man. 

“Can I?” He asked as his fingers found the edge of your panties. With a nod, you gave him permission. Jimmy wasted no time at all in pulling them off, bunching your dress up around your waist so he could get a better view. He groaned at the sight, his cock already half hard and straining against his pants.

His fingers slid through your folds with ease, the skin on skin contact causing you to moan out, your hand grasping his wrist as he softly moved his fingers. You’d touched yourself before but it had never felt as good as this. His eyes kept focused on you, taking note of what made you moan, what made you squirm. Sensing how wet you were, he decided to push the boundaries a bit more, his fingers rubbing against your entrance. He pushed them inside slowly. You gasped out. He slowly began to slide his finger in and out, trying not to hurt you. With his conjoined fingers, he knew he had to be careful. The last thing he wanted to do was cause you any harm. Your soft moans echoed through the trailer, your orgasm fast approaching.

“Ohhh, Jimmy,” you whined, back arching off the mattress as you bucked your hips into his hand. That familiar feeling was pooling in the pit of your stomach and all it took was his thumb circling your clit for you to fall apart around his fingers.

He continued pumping his finger into you through your release only pulling out once he was sure you were finished. The smirk on his face as he leaned down to capture your lips once again was captivating. In your still dazed state you barely felt the way he was moving his hips against you, his hard, clothed length rubbing against you. “Jimmy?”

“Hmmm?” He mumbled, his lips now pressing along your neck.

“I want you.”

His head shot up, eyes searching yours to make sure you were certain. When he found no hesitation he didn’t waste any time in pulling your dress off you along with his own clothes. As he laid back on top of you, skin on skin, you felt the nerves bubble up. Sensing it, he rested his forehead against yours. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. I trust you. You once told me you’d keep me safe and… I know you will now too.”

“Well, shit, way to make me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.” His lips found yours in a soft gentle kiss saying more than words ever could. His free hand rested on your hip as he positioned himself at your entrance. “You sure? I’ll go real slow. Tell me to stop at any point, okay?”

“I trust you,” you whispered.

That was all he needed. Slowly, he pressed his tip into you, pushing in until he heard you gasp. The sharp ache that ran through your body hurt like hell, your eyes scrunched up. Jimmy looked at you with concern, his hand finding yours letting you squeeze it if you needed to. “You okay?”

You nodded your head. Once he was certain you really were fine he pushed in a little more. You squeezed his hand, breathing out to ground yourself. He stilled once he was almost all the way inside giving you time to adjust to him, peppering kisses all over your face to ease you. “Y-you can move, Jimmy.”

He pulled out slowly, shallowly then back in testing the waters. It still hurt but you weren’t going to let that stop you. His pace was slow, the tightness of your walls almost overwhelming him. The more he moved against you, the more enjoyable it became and slowly but surely the wince of pain turned into soft moans. It was like music to Jimmy’s ears. He picked up the pace just a little bit more, a groan slipping past his lips when you moved your own hips with his.

“You feel so good, dollface,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding that sweet spot on your neck, gently biting down. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this of all people.”

Your hands rested on his back, your body moving with each thrust. As your release grew closer, Jimmy felt your nails digging into his back. He let out a hiss, the feeling only bringing his own release closer. 

“Jimmy!” You gasped as he sped up, his hand moving to bring one of your legs to hook around his waist. His thrusts were becoming sloppy now, his own high on the horizon. Your body arched into his, walls clenching around him as you came, his name falling like a prayer from your lips.

“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you,” he grunted. The feeling of your body convulsing around him was enough to send him over the edge, burying himself inside you as he coated your walls with his release.

His body collapsed on top of you, the both of you sweaty and spent. All that echoed through the room were your heavy breaths as you tried to calm down. Jimmy’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, peppering light kisses there as your hand ran through his dark messy hair. Eventually, he lifted his head up to look at you with a lazy smile. “I meant it, y’know? When I said I was crazy about you. Have been since I met you. My life isn’t the greatest but you’re a sliver of hope in all the darkness. When I’m with you I feel…normal.”

“I’m all yours for as long as you’ll have me, Jimmy Darling.”

“Alright, how’s forever then?”

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Hey, could you please do an angel dust x emo reader?

I am going to be using NB!reader for this but please do know I’m quite aware Angel is gay! He is canonically gay and I think that’s cool yippers ok lesgo 🙏🙏 by Emo I wasn’t sure exactly what you meant so I went with like an angry moody bitch with a 2000s MySpace Emo sort of aesthetic. If you want something diff feel free to re-request and specify! Thatz it :3 </3 (also Emo community please don’t attack me you guys are so cool I’m scared of you. I know corpse paint is gothic I swear please you guys are so cool).

Corpse Paint

Angel Dusk X Emo!NB!Reader

words : 1k , warning for mentions of sexual trauma!

You had been staying in this fucking hotel for months. Did it suck ass? Yes. Did you kind of maybe despise half the people here? Oh, absolutely. But - free place to crash, and it’s not like you were doing much with your days anyways, so the “rehabilitation” excersizes only got positivity-toxic half the time. Plus, Charlie let you skip out on them. Her little girlfriend didn’t though, so you were usually there dejectedly. Not anything worse than your highschool experience. 

But you also had Angel. Anthony. Whatever he let you call him depending on the day. And he was half the reason you stayed here. The amount of times you’ve crawled into bed with him and cried? You hadn’t cared to keep track of anymore. A long day, night - of shooting scenes, and you gently comforted him while he laid tiredly in bed, rubbing his back until he fell asleep. Plus, you liked his pig. You and fat nuggets would hangout whenever he was gone. 

You wouldn’t consider your relationship too romantic, but it was unbelievably supportive. You two didn’t really get intimate, due to his work, he didn’t trust anyone he was intimate with. He told you that that could change, but you reassured him over and over that it didn’t ever have to. You were happy gently comforting him. You were happy drinking with him, you were happy to be around him.

That didn’t mean he was completely touch-adverse, though. You exchanged small pecks on the cheeks, held hands - though not publicly, due to some of his fans obsessive behaviours - cuddled up. Charlie had offered to just let you guys share a room, but you had rejected the idea and shut it down pretty quickly. You loved each other very dearly, but sometimes you just needed space. 

Today wasn’t one of those days, though. You, head resting in his lap as he scrolled on his phone, your 2000s MySpace mix playing softly in the background as you looking through a new catalogue of Hell’s Most Edgy with a marker, circling anything you liked, Fat Nuggets sleeping soundly at Angel’s feet, snoring loudly. But adorably. 

“I have a favor to ask.” Angel mumbled out nervously. He hated asking for anything. Especially from someone he had already asked so much of. But you just nodded silently, circling a new, shiny pair of black platforms, before looking up at him with a small smile. “‘Sup, Webs?” You asked, tilting your head as you sat up properly.

“I - well, Val wants to do this shoot today, but he wants me to do Corpse paint. I don’t know how to do.. that. So I was wondering if you could help me out?” He asks with a nervous smile, only to watch the smile on your face grow wide, nodding excitedly as you hopped quickly off the bed to run to your room to get your makeup, disturbing a now cranky Fat Nuggets, who oinked at Angel before walking over to his bed to fall back to sleep. 

You came back into his room, closing the door quietly behind you, box of white cream foundation and a million sticks of eyeliner and other black makeup pencils, along with some dramatic statement lashes and lash glue, sitting down next to him on the bed on your knees, gesturing for him to sit up with his legs out straight. You straddled him softly, opening your box of makeup.

“So, this feels - kind of gross to put on. Gonna survive that?” You ask with a smile, tilting your head as he nodded with a small chuckle. “I’ve had much worse on my face.” He says with a wink and a smile. “I’ll survive.” He says with a shrug as you brush some of his fluff out of his face, starting to paint the thick white foundering over his pale pink fur, watching him awakward my try to avoid eye contact, hands awkwardly shifting, trying not to touch your thighs.

“You can put your hands on my thighs, it’s okay. I’m not going to initiate anything.” You say reassuringly and watch as one of his pairs of hands rest comfortably on your thighs, the other set holding up a mirror so he can see the work you’re doing. You watch him visibly relax slightly. He always is a little paranoid about people trying to be intimate with him - reasonably so - so you make sure to quietly reassure him in these moments. 

It takes a couple thick layers of the face paint to get his Angel stamp of approval, in which you go in with black eye-safe eyeliner for his eyes, coating them in black and following the image he used as reference, making streaks of black run from his eyes. You pierced your lips together as you leaned back to admire your work. “It’s missing something.” You mumble quietly, before peeking up and pulling out a pair of white lashes from your kit, and he smiles. You let him apply them himself, and with some white underliner, it looks perfect.

You give him some black lipstick, too, but that’s about the extent of what he wants. You give him your old lipstick too, because you and him both know he’s gonna need some re-applying. You watch as he walks over to the mirror, admiring your work - a job well done you’re sure - when he smiles at his reflection and the giddy way you smile back at him through your own reflection.

He pulls you up into a big hug and you giggle as he picks you up and spins you around, before you get him to put you down, smiling from ear to ear at how happy he looks with himself and the work you’ve done. His phone buzzes and he sighs, kissing you softly on the head before heading out, not even daring to put his famous sunglasses on and ruin your work. 

A new memory that’s keeping you sane in these old hotel walls. 

[hypewinter]

This is a Danny POV tidbit from this right here. I didn't put it with the rest because I felt it might be a little jarring to suddenly switch to it. Plus it got way longer than anticipated.

Also tw warning for possible body horror and vivisection.

Anyway here we go!

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Danny's life was finally looking up. His rogues had calmed down with their attacks (They were now more like sparring matches than anything) and he was finally getting sleep which of course meant he was doing better in school. But the best part was his parents had accepted him!

It had taken him a lot of courage to talk to them. So many different scenarios had ran through his mind and his knew it was risky without any backup. He was just so tired though. Tired of hiding his secret, tired of dismantling their weapons behind their backs, tired of running from them, his own parents. So he had made the decision to tell them.

It was a little... rocky at first sure. His dad wouldn't stop spontaneously hugging him for a week and it didn't take an expert to know his mom still had her reservations. But his dad had assured him she was coming around and Danny trusted his dad.

That's why when Maddie came into his room one evening, with Jack out doing something, asking for help with something in the basement, he hadn't suspected anything. This was just her trying to bond after everything that went down right? That's what Danny told himself to ease the growing pit in his stomach.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs and painful electricity coursed through his body, Danny cursed himself for not listening to his instincts, the very things that had allowed him to survive for so long. Then everything went black.

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When Danny came to, he was strapped to a table. The lights overhead blinded him and made his growing headache much worse. Then he heard shuffling as someone got closer.

Danny craned his neck to see who it was, the guys in white perhaps? No, it was much worse.

"Mom?"

"Don't call me that ghost!" She snarled, "You may have somehow fooled my husband but you won't trick me." As she said this, she fixed her gloves and pulled a little table towards her.

Danny couldn't see what was on the table, but he didn't have to.

"Mom." He whimpered, "mom it's me, it's Danny. I swear it's me please."

But his words fell on deaf ears. Maddie plucked a scalpel off the table. "Once I expose you for the imposter you are, we'll be able to get back to our work."

"No. No no no no no no NO!" Danny jerked against his restraints. Tried everything, anything to get free. But it was no use. He couldn't transform, couldn't even go intangible. All he could do was look in horror as the scalpel descended towards his chest.

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He could vaguely hear his mother scribbling things down on a clipboard as she cut out his organs one by one. She also seemed to be muttering something. To herself or to a recording device Danny wasn't sure. All he could feel was pain.

He desperately wanted it to stop but he had long since exhausted his strength. Too weak to do anything about his predicament, Danny's mind instead tried to search for comfort inward.

In his mind, big strong arms surrounded him, protecting him from danger. His dad. He wanted his dad. He wanted Jack Fenton to wrap him in his arms and tell him everything was going to be alright.

He wanted to go back to a time where he would have believed that.

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Danny's first memory was of voices. Well he thinks that's his first memory. He gets a feel that there was a memory before that. One of...pain? But it was so distant and blurry, Danny decided that was a dream.

Danny was snapped out of his thoughts by the voices getting closer. One was loud and frantic. He didn't like that voice. The other was... tired maybe even sad or angry. Regardless it was much softer than the first voice.

The voices got closer and closer until Danny felt himself being picked up and embraced. He liked the embrace. It was warm and comforting. Somehow Danny knew, now that he was in these arms, he was safe. And so, he fell asleep, content to be enveloped in these warm, safe arms.

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There was a noise that startled Danny awake. He blinked at the white door in front of him. Strange, the last thing he remembered was a dark room. A scary room. The door opened to reveal a man. The man was weird with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. The weird man had a funny look on his face , as if he didn't want to see Danny or the Safe Arms. Then that man's face changed as Safe Arms spoke. He looked like he couldn't settle on which emotion to show was trying to show all of them. Danny concluded the weird man was in fact a funny man.

The man let them instead and the two began talking. Danny tried to stay awake but what they were talking about was sooooo boring and Safe Arm's hold was sooooo warm. In the end, Danny drifted off once again.

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They were moving, Danny knew that much. He also knew there was some sort of restraint keeping his still. Danny didn't like that. He wasn't sure why, he just didn't. So he tugged and fussed at it.

Next thing he knew, hands reached down and unclasped his restraints. Then the big strong hands pulled him up.

"Don't worry Danno." The voice said, "You're dad's got you and I'll protect you."

Dad. That's right, this was his dad. Danny cooed as he snuggled into his chest.

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Danny liked being with his dad but he wasn't sure he liked being in this city. It was stinky and the people were all weird. Then again it had a lot of ectoplasm and Danny loved ectoplasm. Plus he was able to play fun games with his dad here so maybe it wasn't all bad.

If only the weird people in costumes would stop staring at him through the window.

Next POV!

Edit: A paragraph was out of place. No idea how that happened.

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Hi guys!

The last one was a little more dark and this one is a little (a lot maybe) angsty too... Please meet jealous R and Leah 😅

I will start to work again from tomorrow so maybe I will write a little more slowly, it depends of my tiredness x)

Enjoy :)

TW : Jealousy, Angst, Swearing, Nightmare.

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 6 | PART 7

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It’s a few days after Valentine’s Day that you find yourself alone at home, which is relatively rare. Like every Tuesday night, Leah is at her mother’s house with other people to have a family evening. You haven’t been officially introduced to the Williamsons yet, even though it would have been hard to escape Amanda. Leah’s mom comes to see almost every match of Arsenal, especially since Leah has started playing again. You don’t know what Leah told her about you, but the look she gave you when she first saw you made you blush from head to toe.

When Leah isn’t around, you can usually count on Alessia to be by your side. To chat, laugh at a bad show or simply scroll next to each other on your mobile phones. Generally one cook for the other, having established for a while a turn without really consulting yourself. But tonight Alessia is busy too and you find your apartment very empty. After calling your parents, then Leila, then Ingrid, you notice that it’s still very early but you still decide to go to bed.

You haven’t decided with Leah if she’ll join you at home when her evening is over, but she has your keys and you know she feels comfortable enough at your home to join you at any time.

After a long hot shower, you settle down with your cup of tea and a book in your bed, welcoming with pleasure the warmth of the sheets. It’s only a few tens of minutes later that you hear an awful screech on the window of your bedroom, making you jump.

Standing still for a few moments, you listen, trying to persuade yourself that it’s only your imagination. You’re in the middle of London, there can’t be someone hanging from your window, right? But as you stress level down, you hear the noise again.

Even stronger than before, causing you chills. It sounds like nails on a blackboard and you are now certain that it can only be nails against the window of your room.

With your hand shaking, you grab your phone and write to Leah. You could have called her, but if Thérèse really someone behind your curtains, you don’t want him to hear you.

From You Baby where are you?

From Leebaby 🌹✨ Crushing Grandma at Bingo 😈 Why?

From You I think there is someone behind my bedroom’s window

From Leebaby 🌹✨ What? Is it a joke?

From You No Babe, I swear. Someone’s scratching my window, I just heard it again

Your phone vibrates again in your hands signaling a response from Leah, but it’s another sound that caught your ear this time. Much less disturbing than the idea of a psychopath scratching at your window’s bedroom, you seem to have heard a meow.

Jumping on your legs, it’s with a rest of apprehension that you open the curtain a few centimeters. Two green round eyes look at you, surrounded by a total black fur. When the cat opens his mouth, you hear the same meow again and you decide to open the window to let him in. You’re on the high floors of your building and if that cat falls, you’re not sure if it survives.

Jumping in your bedroom, the cat looks calmly around him.

"Uh. Hey, man?"

You look at each other silently for several moments, before he starts to wash his paws. You blink several times because of the absurdity of the situation.

"Where are you coming from?" you ask with a frown.

You don’t know your neighbors very well, other than Alessia of course, so you wouldn’t be able to tell who in this building has a cat. That cat doesn’t look very old to you, like he hasn’t finished growing yet. And he even looks rather thin. In any case, he ignores you superbly, licking his pads with application.

As you close the window still looking at the black cat, your eyes are drawn to your phone whose screen turns on and off repeatedly. You take it, opening the messages from Leah. Leebaby 🌹✨ Go to your living room and call the police Isn’t Alessia with you? Honey? Why aren’t you answering my calls? ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE You have with that five missed calls from Leah and you hurry up to call her back hoping she hasn’t contacted Scotland Yard yet. The first ring didn’t even have time to sound in full that she has already picked up. "Y/N is that you?" "Yes. Are you in the car?" you ask with a frown, hearing cars sounds in the background. "Yes? You write to me to tell me that there is someone at your window and then I have no answer, obviously I am in my car!" Leah seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown and you feel terrible about it. It will now be necessary that you explain to her that your possible assailant was in truth only a ball of black fur which seems to have confused your bedroom with a grooming salon. "Oh Babe, I’m sorry. But everything is fine, you can go back to your Mom. I’m sorry I worried you for nothing" "Accept the video call" "What?" "Accept the video call!" Leah repeats abruptly and you hurry to do it. Leah’s face appears on the screen, her eyebrows frown. She’s still in her car and you look at her with a stern look. "Leah Williamson you better be parked on the side of the road" You roll your eyes when she snorts with a scornful face. "Why did you want to switch to video mode?" "To see that you are alone and that you haven’t be forced to make the call so that someone can murder you in peace" You can’t help but laugh softly when you hear her, but on the other hand the degree of worry she has for you touches you. "I told you to stop with Criminal Minds Babe" you tease her tenderly. "Show me your room"

You willingly accept, even walking around your apartment to reassure her completely. She seems to relax noticing that you are really alone and you go back to your room to sit on your bed.

"What was that noise then?"

You smile again before turning the camera of your smartphone to show her the cat, still installed on the carpet of your bedroom.

"A cat? Where the hell does he come from?" said Leah in a skeptical tone.

"I don’t know. I asked him and he didn’t answer me"

"Haha. Very funny."

You turn the camera in your direction to continue your conversation with Leah, wondering mentally if the store open 24/24 of your neighborhood has any animal food in stock.

"See? I’m fine. You can go back to your Mom and kick more ass"

********

You posted posters with the cat’s photo all over your neighborhood, without anyone contacting you to retrieve the cat. After a visit to the vet, you learn that he’s actually a female and that she’s probably not even a year old. You called him Rasmus first, so you changed her name to Raven. And you bought her a kibble dispenser, a water bowl, a litter box, some toys and a sweet confortable basket that she ignores superbly to sleep on the sofa in the living room or on the bed in the guest room.

Leah was distant in the first place towards Raven, officially because it was because of her that she believed for a few minutes that she would find you slit in the middle of your bedroom. And it’s also true that Leah grew up with dogs rather than cats. She talks about herself as a dog person.

But you caught her recently sitting on your couch scratching Raven behind her ears while watching television. You took care to immortalize the scene with your phone before going to tease her.

Raven is therefore officially a resident of your apartment and this is only a problem when you have a match elsewhere than in London. Leah’s cousin has kindly offered to come and look after Raven in your absence.

The match you are preparing for today however is at home and is a bit special for you since you are playing against Manchester City. Your old club. But it’s especially the idea of seeing your former teammates that fills you with joy, it has been far too long since you could see Leila or Laia.

They arrived a few hours before the match with their bus, so you didn’t have the opportunité to see them before going to the stadium. But it’s without masking your big smile that you find them on the field while they are in full warm-up, arriving with Arsenal’s players.

"I’ll be back!" you scream to your teammates before joining your opponents of the day.

Laia Aleixandri is the first to see you arrive and it’s her who squeezes you against her first. You give her back her hug for a few seconds, before pushing her away with a playful smile when she starts to ruffle your hair.

"It’s good to see you again!" she says happily.

You don’t have time to tell her that you feel the same before you hear Leila call your name. You don’t have time to react either before you find yourself trapped in her embrace and that she make you spin in the air.

"I forgot how extravagant you are" you joke, making them laugh.

You greet your other former teammates with a smile when Leila releases you and exchanges a few words with them. You kept in touch via messages with some, but not everyone. That said, you are sincerely pleased to see them again. You’ve been playing with them for several years, even if you’re no longer part of the same club as them.

"Don’t" you smile to Leila by pushing her hand away when she try to pinch your cheek, at the same time that you hear your name being called.

You turn around to see that it’s Katie who beckons you to join them, training apparently about to begin. With an excuse smile, you say goodbye for the moment to the others before running to your teammates.

"Are you making a deal with the enemy now?" teases Katie while putting an arm around your shoulders to train you towards the others.

"Don’t be so dramatic" you joke in return before going to position yourself naturally near Alessia and Leah.

You notice as soon as your look at her that Leah has her jaw contracted, but when you address a questioning look to her, she just shake her head and look away. Alessia shrug her shoulders when you look at her. But you don’t have time to investigate any longer, Jonas coming to give you the start for the usual pre-game exercises.

Jonas always arranges to give you a time off between the start of the match and his pre-game speech, so you join Leah at her cubby. Unusually quiet, she has her headphones in her ears and her gaze fixed on an imaginary spot on the floor. Sitting next to her, you gently lean on her to get her attention.

If her eyes turn to you, she doesn’t take off her headphones.

"Are you okay?" You ask her with curiosity, in a voice low enough not to be heard by others. "Leah?" you add when she doesn’t answer you.

You wonder for a few seconds if she hears you, but Leah finally nods.

"Sure?"

"Can we talk about this later?"

"Of course"

The smile she gives you looks more like a grimace and is far from reassuring you. But you’d rather not insist, deciding to listen to music too. Leaning against the wall, you watch Leah from the corner of your eye and smile softly when you feel her looking for your hand to interlace your fingers.

You gently squeeze her hand in yours and the smile that she addresses you is more sincere than earlier. You lean to kiss her shoulder, both of you deciding against PDA at work.

The game is pretty tight and you play the 90 minutes that the game lasts. Finding yourself marked by Laia amuses you a lot, even if she has the advantage of knowing your qualities and your defects, you manage several times to pass her to put their guardian in danger. The final result was 3-2, with Caitlin and Alessia scoring the first two goals.

It’s only in the 86th minute that you find your way to the net, allowing your team to win.

"That’s my girl!" Leah happily exclaims, pinching both your cheeks before kissing it, making you laugh.

A few minutes later the end of the match is whistled, allowing Arsenal to win three important points in the battle at the top of the ranking. As at the end of each match, you follow your teammates around the stadium, thanking the spectators for coming.

Scoring the winning goal against your old club is a strange feeling, but you are relieved to see that the different members of the team and even the staff don’t seem to hold you against it when you come to greet them. While you are in the middle of a discussion with your former coach, you feel two arms grabbing you by the waist and it doesn’t take you long to understand that it’s Leila.

"I have the same feeling of a proud mother who has just seen her child do his first mistake" Leila jokes, making you smile. "You’re still progressing, I’m sure than in less than 2 years you will have your Ballon d’or. Maybe I’ll forget you for the goal that day"

You laugh, not answering anyway. Other players from City are joining you, from Arsenal too, as Laia Codina. She also knows Laia and Leila well, having played with them for the same national team. Leila doesn’t let go of you for a single second, but you pay no more attention than that. You know perfectly well the touchy nature of Leila and you know very well that there is nothing more behind.

"Stop" you warn her by clapping her hand when she tries again to pinch your cheek.

"Why? Is it reserved for Williamson now?" she asks with a mischievous smile

"Leah" you frowns, not really liking the way Leila refers to Leah.

"I saw her more cheerful after a win actually" Chloe said, with whom you also played last season.

Surprised by her remark, you turn to look for Leah. You find her in conversation with Lia and Beth, a visibly upset look on her face. You can see that Lia is talking to her while Beth seems to agree to what she is saying, but from where you are, it’s obviously impossible to understand what they are saying.

When you go back to the locker room, not without having promised to visit them in Manchester soon, you aren’t surprised to see that some of your teammates have already left. What you didn’t expect was to see no trace of your captain girlfriend in it.

"She already went home, she said she had something to do" Alessia informs you with a sorry smile.

"Oh."

You’re having a hard time hiding your disappointment. Since she started playing again, you’ve got into the habit of going home together. Either your home or her home. Sometimes parties are organized to celebrate your victories and you go there together. When it’s not the case, you sometimes invite Lia or Katie and Caitlin to join you with Alessia for a rather quiet evening. Or you’re just the two of you. Either way, you’re always together. But once again, you’re not really together so she didn’t have anything to say to you, right?

Since you have time, you decide to shower here, trying to digest the strange sensation in the pit of your stomach. Leah didn’t write to you before she left either, you took the time to check your phone before going in the shower.

Between her behavior before the game, the surge of affection she had during your goal and her hasty departure from today, you have trouble understanding what is happening. The locker room is almost empty when you come out from your long shower, in truth there is only Alessia left.

"You, you idiot. You wanted to go back home with the subway?" replies the blonde with amusement when you ask her what she’s waiting.

It’s true that you came with Leah by car, which adds to your misunderstanding. The blonde would never left you there without bringing you back if everything was okay.

"Did she tell you what she had to do?" you ask quietly Alessia later, while you’re in her car.

After glancing at you, Alessia responds negatively shaking her head. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you send a message to Leah to ask if she’ll join you tonight. You hate this feeling in the pit of your stomach and you focus on Alessia’s breathing to discreetly layer yours on hers.

It’s only when you arrive home that you receive the answer from Leah, informing you that she will join you later. You don’t know when, but at least you know she’s coming. You’re greatfull to Alessia who choose to stay with you for diner while you both watch TV.

It’s actually much later that Leah finally joined you, Alessia has already returned to her apartment after falling asleep two times in your lap. And it has been a long time since Raven rolled herself in ball in the armchair under the window to begin her night. Leah seems to have a hard time opening the door to your apartment and when you see her coming in you quickly understand why.

"Are you drunk?" you ask when you look at her, frowning.

"No" laughs Leah before getting rid of her shoes and her bag that she leaves at the entrance.

She is definitely drunk.

"Where were you?" you ask without getting off of the couch.

It’s not like her to go out alone for a drink and you wonder what happened. Apparently she left on her own after the game, at least that’s what Alessia told you and you trust her completely on the subject.

"Oh, we’re getting inquisitive now, aren’t we?"

Leah’s tone is light, but you only have to cross her eyes to understand that something is wrong. But you still don’t understand what and it annoys you, usually you get to understand her quickly.

"I don’t understand"

You follow Leah with your eyes when she drops on the couch next to you, sighing for a long time before pinching her nose.

"Leah, what’s going on?" You ask when you turn in her direction.

"I’m Leah again now? Better and better"

You’re starting to lose patience with her behavior, but you know it’s probably not the things to show her. You feel like you’re dealing with an annoying, sulky teenager. So you take a deep breath and let a few seconds pass to allow you to relax a little before resuming the speech.

"Can you answer my questions please? Where did you went at the end of the game?"

"Home"

You honestly didn’t expect that answer given her intoxication, but you decided to believe her. Leah never lied to you in her life.

"Why didn’t you wait for me?" you ask softly.

Your disappointment is probably a little childish, so you try to hide it from Leah. She already looks weird, no need to push her to the limit with this kind of behavior.

"Dunno. You seemed busy with your friends."

"I hadn’t seen them for a long time, but you could have waved at me or come to me. I would have go with you, I didn’t realize we’d been talking for this long."

"You didn’t present me to them, I didn’t want to interrupt anything"

"I would have if you came"

Leah snorts for any answer, merely crossing her arms on her chest and staring at the television screen in front of her. You gently put your hand on her knee, always trying to figure out what’s going on in her head.

"What did you want to talk to me about later in the locker room?"

"Nothing important."

"Leah" you sigh softly, starting to be annoyed by her behavior.

"Stop calling me that!"

You’re surprised when you hear the annoyed tone she uses, watching her get up nervously to go around the couch and search something in the fridge. She also seems to be angry and you are even more frustrated not to understand why. So you get up to follow her, determined to get information that will allows you to understand.

"So stop running away from the conversation and tell me what’s going on, gosh!"

The tone of your voice would allow anyone to understand your annoyance and when Leah comes out of the fridge with a bottle of water, you can read the anger on her face.

"What do you want me to tell you? That I can’t stand a fucking poor girl touching my girlfriend in front of everyone?"

Your face becomes perfectly smooth under the surprise and that’s probably what makes Leah realize that she literally just yelled at you. It’s her who talks first, apparently completely de-alcoholized in a split second.

"Babe, I’m sorry" she makes in a softer voice, gently taking your arm in her hand, scaring by your emotionless face.

Leah imagines that your sudden muteness is related to the way she spoke to you and she fears terribly that her behavior may have reminded you in some way all that you have lived with your ex-girlfriend. She has no idea that your mind is completely elsewhere.

"What did you just say?" you ask in a low voice, looking carefully at her.

"I know, I should never have talked to you like this, I’m sorry Honey…"

While continuing to talk, Leah gently takes your face in her hands, looking at your eyes.

"No. You said girlfriend."

"Yes?"

It’s Leah’s turn to be a little lost in your conversation. She sees you looking for something in her eyes that she doesn’t understand, but you fortunately quickly resume the conversation.

"Do you consider me as your girlfriend?"

"Y/N what the hell? Yes?"

"You never asked me officially" you point out at her

"I thought it made sense given the relationship we have. We sleep together, almost live at eachother’s and I told you I’m in love with you"

It’s true that seen like this… You find yourself a little silly and even blushing. You turn away your eyes to shake your head gently. But when you turn your attention to Leah, she looks at you with a slight smile.

"Do you want me to ask you officially?" she teases.

"Stop making fun of me" you mumble, sticking yourself against her to hide your face in the hollow of her neck.

Leah puts her arms around your waist to tighten you against her, but it doesn’t prevent her from speaking again.

"Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

You don’t answer, but you can’t help but smile against her skin. You hear her smile when she talks and she gently pinches your ribs when you don’t answer.

"I’m waiting for an answer" Leah sings mischievously.

"Yes" you just answer, taking your face off her to look at her.

"I’m sorry I yelled at you. I shouldn’t have let my frustration take over, I swear it won’t happen again."

You acquiesce gently, preferring not to point out to her that the broken promises were a large part of your relationship with Helena precisely. Instead, you’d rather answer her something else.

"I know the difference between that and the abusive behavior she had. Don’t worry" you smile tenderly.

Leah responds to your smile with an uncertain look and you lean over her to kiss her tenderly. You feel like you’re relaxing in your exchange and you feel like Leah is, too.

"Can I take you to bed then, Girlfriend?"

You laugh when you hear her talk but you accept willingly.

********

Leah’s jealousy is something that made you happy, a kind of mark of attention and affection you never expected. This has nothing to do with your ex’s need for unhealthy control and even though you tried to explain to Leah the differences you made between your argument and your past, The amount of attention and flowers you received after that was nevertheless very impressive.

Leah stopped bringing you flowers every day but it finally became a habit for her to bring some back every Tuesday night when she meets you after her family nights. Now that Raven understands that this is not a snack for her, you sincerely appreciate having flowers that decorate your apartment.

And you appreciate more to see that this dispute hasn’t changed anything between you, on the contrary. You now know that you can designate her as your girlfriend to your loved ones and the change was not missed by anyone.

"When are you gonna introduce her to us?" your mom asked you the last time you had them on the phone.

You never officially introduced one of your girlfriends to them, and for good reason. They only needed to see Helena once to understand her and Alina was never so motivated to go up to Norway during her holidays.

"I’ll talk to her" you just said.

You haven't yet talked about your summer vacation, whether you would spend it together or whether you would spend it alone. Usually you will spend some time in Norway before flying a little further south. Last year you only had little time given the World Cup, even if you got out quite quickly.

That was the subject you wanted to discuss with Leah tonight. You’re at her home for once, usually you tend to choose your apartment to be with Raven. But you decided to cook together and her kitchen is definitely bigger than yours and more convenient for that.

You chose something simple, after looking at Norwegian recipes to please you, Leah found that most were made with fish, which she hates. So you kindly offered her homemade pizzas, which she accepted.

You were doing the dishes when Leah gets a message on her phone as you pass by. It’s only mechanically that you look at the screen, your eyes attracted by the light it projects. And you feel your stomach writhing violently when you see who just wrote to her.

Jordan Nobbs.

The name and surname are entered in the contact, leaving no doubt about the person. Although you suddenly stop in your movements, Leah doesn’t notice anything, thrown into her conversation and happily spraying her kitchen with frothy water while doing the dishes.

"Are you okay?" asks Leah curiously, realizing that you haven’t answered her for two minutes.

Her gaze becomes anxious when she turns to you and you briefly wonder what face you are making.

"Are you still talking to Jordan?" you ask, frowning.

The question seems to surprise Leah, who looks at you while frowning in turn.

"From time to time, why?" she finally answers you.

"You told me she left you down. Why would you talk to her again?" you answered with a slightly accusing tone.

"She started writing to me again after the game against Aston Villa" Leah explains, resting her sponge and a pan next to the sink.

"You no longer follow each other on social networks but you write messages to each other? It doesn't make any sense"

You have a hard time understanding the logic behind it and, as you try not to get carried away by emotions that you can’t even figure out, at the same time try to keep a normal conversation tone.

"Why do you take it like that? We’re not doing anything wrong"

Frowning, Leah also seems to have trouble understanding what’s going on in your head and it’s probably even more frustrating. Sometimes you feel like she understands you better than you. But not tonight.

"I don’t know, how would you take it if you found out I was talking to my exes without telling you?"

"Jordan has nothing to do with your ex" sighs Leah skilfully dodging your question.

Do you feel frustration mingling with jealousy and a form of… betrayal? The term may be a bit strong. Your hands shake when you put down the laundry you used to wipe the dishes.

"Of course, the perfect little Jordan is surely coming back only for a friendship." you mumble, loud enough for Leah to hear.

"Don’t talk about her like that"

"Why are you defending her?" you almost shout while crossing your arms on your chest.

Instead of answering you, Leah rolls her eyes before sighing and turning her back on you. A gesture that means that she prefers not to answer to avoid continuing the dispute that is announced, but in your mind it means that she doesn’t want to answer because she suspects that you will not like her answer.

"You know what? Go talk to your dear sweet Jordan, I’m out of here."

"What?!"

That’s how you find yourself going home with a heavy heart. Leah tried to hold you back, obviously, but you managed to leave. Maybe yelling at her at her front door that she has to leaving you alone with a bad word or two helped. Certainly.

You have to take three times to park your car on your parking space because of your shaking hands and your incapacity to stay focused. When you enter your apartment, you are surprised to see Alessia sitting on your sofa, Raven on her knees.

"Leah called"

You growl for any answer and enter your bathroom to take a long hot shower, which you do every time you feel overwhelmed by your emotions. It’s impossible for you that Jordan come back just to have a friendly conversation with Leah and you’re sure she came back to talk to her only because she saw the connection you had with the blonde. You can’t believe Leah would betray you like that. And worse, not understanding why it bother you that way.

You realize when you get out of the shower that you left your phone in your car, but you decide that you will look for it tomorrow. The parking is secure and you don’t want to go out, anyway you doubt you need it tonight. Leah won’t write to you after you yelled at her the way you did. At least that’s what you say to yourself. In reality, you have some missed call and messages from her already.

It's lying on your bed that you find Alessia when returning to your room.

"What happened?" asks the blonde after you lie under the covers and turn your back to her.

"Leah probably told you, no?"

"No. She just asked me to let her know when you got home. She seemed worried."

You snorts for any answer and let go a few seconds before answering, turning to lay on your back. Alessia doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, leaving you time. She has gotten to know you over time too.

"She's talking to Jordan again" you end up mumbling.

"How do you know?" Alessia asks softly.

"I saw when she got a message earlier. She didn’t even tell me, I have to found out myself Less"

"You asked her why she didn’t tell you?"

Alessia, always good advice, calm and thoughtful. You sincerely admire her ability to see things and her sincere way of believing that everyone is kind. She’s too precious for this world.

"… No"

"Why?"

You shrug your shoulders for any answer. You were probably too busy feeling jealous and betrayed to show common sense. Alessia quickly seems to understand what happened and passes a hand in your hair.

"Sleep and you can talk about it together tomorrow, yeah?"

You answer silently once again, nodding. You doubt you can fall asleep without Leah wrapped around you to be completely honest.

"Do you want me to stay?" proposes Alessia and you mentally note to have her build a gold statue in your future house.

"Please"

********

Despite your doubts about your ability to fall asleep, you end up sinking, exhausted by all the emotions of the evening. Your sleep is far from restorative and relaxing that said, nightmares haunting you since you fall asleep.

Until you were startled awake, Alessia shaking you like a plum tree. The last images of your dream evaporate while your eyes focus on her face and the darkness of your bedroom.

"God are you okay?" stutters Alessia and you can see the fear on her face. "You were screaming, I was trying to wake you up but…"

Fast breathing, you look around, trying to chase away the sensations and images of your dream. You sit on your bed and press your palms over your eyes with enough force to make stars appear. Only then do you realize your cheeks are wet with tears.

"What can I do? What do you need?"

It was a nightmare like you haven’t had in a long time. Since the night you confided in Leah.

"Y/N? Please talk to me" Alessia kindly said.

"Leah... I want Leah" you whisper

You don’t know if Leah was sleeping when Alessia called her, but you’re already feeling a little relieved to learn she’s on her way. You didn’t really understand the words they exchanged, focused on your nightmare. After hanging up, Alessia offered you to freshen up, which turned out to be a good idea. When you return to your room, you see that she took out clean clothes that she put on your bed.

You move Raven who had settled on your fresh clothes before putting them on. The images of your dream quickly come back to mind and it’s shivering that you go back under your sheets. Alessia not knowing if you are comfortable enough for her to see you like this, she appears just to give you a hot tea she prepared for you before informing you that she will wait for Leah in the living room. But that you can call her if you need anything, of course.

You lose track of time, your mind shaken by your emotions and memories of your dream and your past like a small wooden boat in an ocean of waves.

When you feel the bed moving next to you, it only takes a few seconds to recognize Leah’s smell. Without a word, she slips under the sheets with you, passing her arms around your waist and sticking herself against your back.

"Leah?" You mutter though, your voice barely recognizable.

"I’m here" she whispers in a reassuring tone. "What happened?"

"Nightmare"

"You wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head negatively, rather focused on your attempts to stabilize your breathing and heart rate. You’re well helped by Leah’s presence, like every time. She’s like your dream catcher. Patiently waiting for you to calm down enough to speak, she gently caresses your arm with her fingertips, whispering comforting words to your ear.

Your breathing gets slower and slower and after a while Leah must think you’re asleep. She slowly detaches from you to avoid waking you, but jumps when you turn around suddenly and grabs her arm.

"Don’t leave" you beg her as she regains her inital position.

"I’m not leaving. I just wanted to take your cup back to the kitchen. It’s okay."

If it had been someone else, or even if it had been at another time in your life, you would probably have been uncomfortable feeling so dependent on someone. But it seems to you sometimes that the universe made you wait for the right time to meet Leah and get closer. Even if you struggled the first weeks and even if you have some topics to discuss soon, starting with Jordan.

But you don’t want to think about it right now. Leah passes her hands around your waist, squeezing you against her again except this time you’re face to face. It doesn’t bother you, you take advantage of your proximity to bury your face in the hollow of her neck. It has become your thing. Leah does it every morning when you wake up and you do it when you’re tired or when you need comfort.

"Were you sleeping?" you ask after a few seconds.

"No" simply answers Leah, playing with your hair.

"Why?"

"I couldn’t"

You feel her shrug slightly and you step back a little to put your face on your cushion and be able to look at her. She does look tired, but given the face you must have, you prefer not to comment.

"Why?" you ask instead.

"I hate when we fight"

You remain silent to this answer, not knowing what to say. Her eyes are always plunged into yours when you sigh gently before looking away.

"Me too" you end up answering

The reason for your argument tonight were chased by your bad dream, but the insecurities that you may have felt at that time quickly come back to your mind. You don’t know how to approach the subject with Leah and you secretly hope that her magical power to read your thoughts will start working again quickly.

"I’ve been thinking about what you told me" said Leah, her face still a few inches from yours.

"Which part of the discussion?"

You retain a grimace, remembering very well the not necessarily very nice words you said when you left her on the doormat of her house.

"When you asked me how I would react if I heard you were still in contact with Alina or the other psycho."

"The Other Psycho" became your ex-girlfriend’s official nickname when Leah talked about her.

"I don’t think I could handle it, to be honest. And not just because they shared your life at a time, but because they hurt you and they don’t deserve any attention."

You bite your lip, looking for the best words to try to share your point of view.

"Jordan made you suffer too"

By leaving and probably without being as present as Leah could be for her when it was Jordan who was injured. You’re kind of sorry you weren’t there for Leah from the start of her injury, but at least you were there for her big comeback.

"I know" said Leah gently "I didn’t wanted to hide from you that we talk from time to time, but after the match against Aston Villa we had all this shit up and really these are only messages from time to time. The last time she wrote to me before today was for Christmas."

You only have to look into her eyes to know that she is telling you the pure and simple truth.

"It’s just… it’s Jordan, you know? People loved you together and there’s a lot of people who keep hoping that you’ll be a couple again. And she was a part of your life for a long time"

"I’m not going to lie to you" Leah begins softly, sighing before rolling on her back. "Jordan is my first love and it won’t change, but things ended between us for a reason."

The silence settles for a few seconds, during which your gaze is lost on the wall in front of you. The ease of getting lost in your thoughts makes you jump when Leah turns to you again.

"Jordan was my first love, but if I can choose I would like you to be the last. I know th… Why are you crying?"

It’s stronger than you and to admit it all, you’re probably a sentimental mess right now. You manage to tell her that you don’t know between two sobs, which makes her laugh gently before drawing you against her. You obviously let yourself be, finding with pleasure the reassurance of her arms.

"You have nothing to worry about with Jordan or anyone else, I promise" Leah adds after a few seconds.

You nod, starting to talk again once your sobs have subsided.

"We’ve been fighting a lot the last few days, already the other time with Leila and today. I don’t understand what’s happening to us. It's scare me" you mumble.

"It happens and it’s even normal when we share so much time together. I mean I love being with you, but we’re almost every minute of the day together. We can’t never fight. It doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. We just need to keep communicating as well as possible."

She's right and you know it, you don't hesitate to tell her. You feel your body finally relaxing, for the first time since you saw Jordan’s name on her phone.

"Talking to your ex too?" Leah asks after a few moments.

"No"

"Great."

You smile softly and lift your head off her chest to look at her.

"I’m sorry I yelled at you" you say, slightly frowned.

"You’re forgiven" Leah replies before stealing a kiss "What you went through with Alina is not right either, you know. She shouldn’t have done that to you."

You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing what to say. But it's true that infidelity destroys much of the self-confidence and confidence you can have in others. The beginning of your relationship with Leah can prove it.

"I don’t want to talk about her anymore" you end up mumbling

"It suits me very well. Like that I maybe won’t want to break her two legs at the next game"

You laugh softly when Leah takes you back against her, crashing your lips against hers. The weight you felt on your chest flew away and you can finally breathe properly again. You even smile, pressing your face against her jaw after the kiss.

"Maybe I’ll ask Katie to do it" Leah jokes with a dreamy look.

"Stop" you answer while rolling your eyes.

"Speaking of our teammates, I think you really scared Less" Leah continues caressing your back.

You grimace this time, feeling guilty thinking about the look and face she had when you woke up.

"I’ll apologize tomorrow"

Leah answers you with a grunt before yawning. It’s been a long night for both of you, even though you’ve got a few more hours of sleep than Leah has. You notice that she's falling asleep when you put a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks for asking me to come" Leah mumbles without opening her eyes.

"Thank you for coming"

Leah has a new smile and opens an eye to look at you when you put a new kiss on her jaw this time.

"Go to sleep Honey. I love you."

"I love you more" you answer.

"Nope, it's me"

"It's obviously me"

"Can't hear you, I'm sleeping."

"God, you're so annoying" you laugh, watching her faking a peaceful sleep.

You kiss her again, on her lips this time. And because she's asleep and you can, you let your eyes gently slide her face.

You admire each of her features. The way her lashes draw shadows on her relaxed face, her jaw perfectly drawn. If you could draw yourself a girlfriend, she would be perfectly similar to Leah.

"Stop staring you creep"

Even if you thought she was perfectly asleep, Leah grabs your pillow and crushes it on your face, triggering your laughters. It seems to annoy Raven who leaves the room not without throwing you a look of reproaches, certainly to go settle peacefully on "her" armchair.

[oneslimybastard]

Ghetsis facts:

>At least two grunts are scared of him (musharna being able to spook them off with visions of being scolded by Ghetsis)

>His speeches does in fact convince some people to release their pokémon or at least second-guess their view on the trainer-pokémon relationship

>Tells the grunts to give Bianca's Munna back

>Persuasive enough to essentially wiggle some of his Guys out of arrest in Driftveil, even if Clay does it reluctantly

>Knows Reshiram and Zekrom would not fuck with him so he picks up a miracle child from the forest to do it for him instead. Raises said child kind of like his own but also kind of not, there's a deliberate distance put between them

>Did make this wonderchild who can speak to pokémon and are clearly very empathetic towards them hang out with pokémon who had been mistreated for the purpose of instilling an ideology in him.

>Randomly has 3 ninjas who are just ride or die until the end of time for some reason

>Lots of team plasma is ride or die for him actually, otherwise Neo Team Plasma wouldn't have been a thing

>He rubs the death of Alder's partner pokémon in the mans face. All cheeky beaky like. Because he can.

>He will tell the teenager his Adopted I Swear Not Related Promise son is fixated on as a rival all about how he basically groomed say son into doing all of this dragon bullshit while having them cornered on a bridge. Then just casually walks off. His ninjas are there too.

>Will also happily tell said teenager they probably aren't that special or chosen or whatever, lol lmao, seems like ur dragon haven't woken up yet, dw maybe it will, lol.

>Cannot take an L to save his fucking life. Will lash out at everything and everyone around him and build a stupid airship with a stupid laser powered by the crinkly old grandpa of the dragon trio and do a terrorism before taking an L

>Refers to himself as being PERFECT while inhaling massive amounts of copium

>Needs a cane in bw2 and is only ever seen using one of his hands, so probably physically disabled to some degree

>Strong enough to jam the butt of that cane into the solid frozen earth of a cave. Probably just kind of a visual metaphor for him being threatening but also Hear Me Out What If He's Fucking Built-

>N is ride or die for him enough to still try and get through to him during the bw2 climax despite having been utilized as a silly little pawn yet again. This does not work, because as previously mentioned, man just cannot take that L

>When faced with literally no other option but to take an L, he passes out. His ninja squad punctuates this with him probably not being a threat anymore.

Ghetsis interpertation:

I think all of these things weave together into just a very fascinating person when you look at them a little deeper. Someone who's clearly charismatic enough to acquire that much loyalty, love, and fear — but also not equipped to handle the shame of failure in the god damn slightest. When threatened he devolves from a calculated cult leader above it all to a snarling animal fighting for its life, because he's probably rotted away behind a mask of perfectionism for years rather than done any significant growth as a person. He's clearly intelligent, probably highly emotionally intelligent because if he wasn't he wouldn't be able to pull this shit, but all of that shatters and breaks and splinters with one (1) crucial failure. He tries to recuperate but can't, the survival instinct is breathing down his neck because to him the shame of being a human like the rest of them rather than the perfect ideal he's been forging is scarier than anything that could actually physically kill him. He blames N, he blames MC, Colress, just about anyone and anything that doesn't end up pointing back to his own shortcomings.

And still! N probably loves him! And it's probably genuine! He wants to connect with him and breach that gap and give him ibuprofen because even if he's shown himself to be cringe, that's still his father, which is something he values enough to try and hold on to. And the ninja guys remain ride or die, so there's clearly something to him other than schemes and trickery, something genuine and beautiful that might not in practice be worth fighting for but it sure feels like it.

A beautiful man who's warped himself into a demon because he couldn't stand his own humanity because he's probably autistic and traumatized from his undefined childhood, and when he's beat down, rather than taking that L at long last, he'll curl up in his little cage, continue to snarl and tell himself over and over that this is what he is. What he will always be. He couldn't become god so he resigns to dying a devil. Because even still, that is preferable to him over taking that L, admitting to himself he is just a little guy like other little guys with problems he couldn't cope with, and that it caused hurt and destruction.

Devils don't feel regret or shame, humans do. And he'd have a loooot of that to chug through if he decided to face it. So he won't.

which is just very sexy and milfy and babygirl of him i think. this is my "why ghetsis is like so sexy actually" manifesto, without even tapping into the juice that is him going "nuh-uh" over his own dang disabilities but that too ties into how he can't cope with his own imperfect humanity so u know. Also that he's just kinda sassy and petty. Amazing. 10/10 best written character not in the games but in my brain.

[yanderecrazysie]

Idol Chapter Three: Practice Makes Perfect (Yandere Haikyuu x Reader)

Chapter One: here

Warnings: swearing

After Kenma’s brief comment, he returned to his game. You sat there in silence, not sure whether you should even bother trying to make more conversation with the quiet boy. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to decide.

The door to the lounge swung open so enthusiastically that it hit the white wall and bounced off with a WHAM. Four guys entered the room, all with a different kind of presence.

“Well, well, well, could this be our new assistant manager?” the one you recognized as Oikawa Tooru was the first to speak, his voice as smooth as silk. He looked like the epitome of an idol- not a hair out of place. He approached you without hesitation, his brown eyes sparkling with mirth, “I was wondering if you were real.”

“Of course she’s real,” Kuroo Tetsuro, you remembered, said with a teasing smirk, following close behind the tall brunette, his sharp gaze assessing you, “And it looks like she’s already survived meeting Kenma. That’s impressive.”

The one you recognized as Hinata Shoyo bounced into the room, his bright orange hair stark against the sleek whiteness of the lounge. His grin was wide and entirely genuine, “Hi! I’m Hinata! It’s so cool to meet you!” He practically vibrated with enthusiasm.

Trailing behind the others was the final member of the band, Iwaizumi Hajime. His serious expression softened only a tad bit as his eyes met yours, “Welcome to the team.” His tone was straightforward, but there was a slight warmness to it.

You were a little overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of the rest of the band. “Hi,” you stood up tall, “It’s nice to meet you all. I’m looking forward to working with you all.”

“Of course you are,” Oikawa said smoothly, “Not every fangirl gets to be so close to us. Lucky you!”

Oh no. Oh hell no.

“Fangirl?” you snorted, “I’d never even heard of you before I accepted the job.”

The room went silent. Oikawa’s face went blank with shock but, after a moment, Kuroo began to laugh. Hysterically.

His laughter was low and rich, and it filled the room as he clutched his stomach and doubled over, “Oh, this is priceless. Oikawa, she’s not even a fan. Your ego’s gonna need CPR!”

Hinata looked nearly as surprised as Oikawa, “Wait, seriously? You’ve never heard of us? Not at all?”

You crossed your arms and grinned, “Nope. My aunt said you’re a big deal, but honestly, I just thought it was another old boy band gig.” Never mind that this was also your first gig,you just really liked tearing down Oikawa’s ego.

Oikawa looked like he’d been shot, “‘Another old boy band gig’? Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” 

You looked casually over your black-polished nails and replied, “My aunt never actually said what the name of your band was.”

Hinata was baffled, “But we’ve been on TV! And in magazines! And on billboards!”

Iwaizumi sighed, “Calm down, Hinata, not everyone keeps up with idol culture,” he gave you a small nod of approval, “Actually, I’m relieved. You’ll be able to keep Oikawa’s ego in check.”

“What?” Oikawa shot him a look and put his hands on his hips, “My ego doesn’t need to be kept in check, thank you very much. And, for the record, The Crows aren’t just a boy band. We’re artists, (Y/n), artists.”

“Right,” you snickered, “Artists who sing pop songs and pose dramatically for cameras.”

Kenma let out a soft hum but did not look up from his game. “She’s more interesting than most people who work with us.”

You smiled at the unexpected compliment. Or, at least, you thought it was a compliment. Kenma was hard to decipher.

Oikawa huffed dramatically, “Well, she’s part of the team now, so she just needs to be introduced to our amazingness. We shall give her a private concert!”

Hinata’s eyes lit up and he practically jumped into the air, “Yes! Great idea!”

Frowning slightly, Iwaizumi pointed out, “Maybe we shouldn’t overwhelm her on the first day.”

“It’s not overwhelming!” Oikawa insisted before he turned to you and gave you a dazzling smile, “It’s the opportunity of a lifetime.”

You looked around the room at the five men and sighed wearily, “Well, if we’re going to be working together anyways, I might as well get an idea of what you’re like.”

Kenma stuck his handheld console into his pocket and stood up to join the others. He and Iwaizumi trailed behind the other three in a comfortable silence. You tried to lag back with them but, before you knew it, Hinata had seized your wrist and was dragging you along.

The studio was beautiful, with great acoustics and several musical instruments lined up against the wall. Hinata led you to a nice, cushy black bench and you took a seat. He then ran off to grab a red-and-white electric guitar, matching Kuroo’s black and white one. Kenma’s fingers slid over the keys of a keyboard, while Iwaizumi took a seat at the drumset. Oikawa had no instrument, but instead stood in front of a microphone. You noted that there were microphones near the other instruments, and deduced that he may be the lead singer, but not the only singer.

There was a moment or two of tuning the instruments before the idols all nodded and began to play. Kenma’s fingers flew across the keyboard, playing a sweet tune for a few seconds before the guitars and then drums kicked in. 

The song was nothing you’d ever admit to listening to: a cheesy love song. However, it was catchy. VERY catchy. You’d never heard it before and now it was stuck in your head.

Despite not liking the song very much, you gave them a standing ovation when they finished, laughing when Hinata took a big, dramatic bow.

“What’d you think?” Oikawa asked cockily, clearly expecting a certain answer.

“7 out of 10.”

“WHAT?” Oikawa howled, “What do you mean ‘7 out of 10’?”

“Too much whining about wanting the girl back,” you said simply, “And the ending was so predictable. Like, big surprise, you get back together with her! Didn’t see that one coming!”

Oikawa stared at you blankly and Kuroo stifled a laugh. Hinata didn’t seem bothered by your judgment, saying, “That’s like a 70%! That’s higher than my grades!”

You laughed, beginning to think that working with them might not be so bad after all.

[dawnisatotalqueen]

you would bet on it? // min ho x reader

character: min ho

show: xo kitty

tags: frenemies to lovers, gender neutral reader, work place romance

warnings: maybe ooc?? i don't think so but yk, cursing, might have done some heavy self inserting oops

Kitty peaked around a corner, her head darting right and left before she proceeded down an alleyway.

It was just her luck that three boys were standing at a nearby building when they saw her sneaking around. Min ho raised a brow. “What on Earth is she doing?” His words caught Q and Dae’s attention, and they both turned around to watch.

“Maybe she’s just.. Meeting someone?” Dae chuckled nervously, trying to think of a perfectly logical and ethical reason Kitty was sneaking through an alleyway.

Min ho raised a brow. “Or buying drugs. We should follow her.”

Q shook his head, snickering lightly. “You just wanna follow her because you’re nosy.”

Min ho raised his hands in defense. “Sue me– Now let’s go.” He pivoted, going down the same alleway Kitty went down. Dae and Q shared a look before following him.

Kitty walked along for a while, much to two of the boys’ relief, exiting the alley after a short time and heading a way that was much more normal. She was acting oddly suspicious, though.

After some time, she arrived in front of…

A restaurant?

The three boys looked at each other with confused faces before continuing to the entrance.

Kitty walked inside, waiting up at the host stand for a second before you approached her with a grin. “Kitty! Good to see you, you can–” You paused immediately when spotting a very, very amused Min ho.

“You work at a restaurant, seriously?” He chuckled, raising a brow down at you.

Kitty whipped her head around, “Wh– Did you– You followed me?!”

Q and Dae quickly went in upon the realization that Min ho had blown their cover, Dae walking to the other side of Kitty. “We were just worried– You were acting really suspiciously–”

“We thought you could’ve been buying drugs.” Min ho grinned.

Kitty gawked at him. “What– That’s so stupid–”

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms. “What the hell are you guys doing here–” Before you could properly question the boys, you spotted your manager walking over. You blew out an irritated breath before putting on a fake smile. “How many in your party tonight?”

Min ho was loving this way too much. “Oh, just the four of us.” You so desperately wanted to wipe the smug look off of his face, but alas… You did value your job.

“Great!” You spoke through clenched teeth, grabbing four menus from behind you. “You can follow me right this way.” You took them to a section belonging to a server who had just arrived, so it was completely empty. After they sat down and you advertised your company’s rewards system with very red cheeks, your manager finally stopped watching you. Immediately upon their eyes being taken off of you, you exploded. “What the hell are you guys doing here?!”

“Kitty was acting weird. We swear we didn’t know she was coming here.” Q explained, chuckling nervously. He didn’t particularly like the idea of two of his best friends being upset with him over one of Min ho’s dumb ideas.

Min ho leaned back in his seat. “And I’m glad we did. Otherwise, we never would’ve learned of this little secret.” He motioned to your uniform, which caused your cheeks to go redder.

“Well, I’m sorry but not all of us can go through life completely supported by our ‘Mummy’s’.” You mimicked his accent toward the end, huffing. “Some of us actually have to support ourselves.”

Min ho rolled his eyes. “Right, like it’s so hard.”

You gawked at him. “Min ho, you would not survive a customer service job. Honestly, I would bet on it.”

This intrigued him, and he quickly leaned forward in his seat, turning to face you. “Oh, you would bet on it? Really?”

“Mhm. You would not survive in the restaurant industry.”

Min ho hummed. “Well, if you’re so confident, then let’s bet.”

“Fine. If I win?”

“I’ll do anything you ask of me. No objections.”

“Hm.. Okay. And if you win?”

“Same thing. Whatever I ask of you. Zero objections.”

Though you didn’t like the idea of Min ho being able to hold something over your head, you were confident enough that you felt comfortable despite the stakes. After a moment, you spoke. “Fine. Deal.”

Min ho grinned. “Deal. I’m looking forward to winning this bet.”

“In your dreams.” You rolled your eyes at him, backing away to finally allow the server to do their job. On your way out of the section, you caught Kitty who mouthed a “Sorry”. You shook your head, waving your hand at her in dismissal. Really, Kitty had done you a favor. Now you had the chance to one up Min ho.

After further discussion over text, you spoke to your manager about a friend who wanted to come in for an interview. Lucky for you, your shop was severely understaffed due to a mass of server’s quitting, so the manager didn’t hesitate to hire Min ho.

His first day was an absolute wreck.

He spilled a salsa bowl on him, which to anyone else would be a mere inconvenience, but to Min ho, it was the end of the world.

“I just bought these pants!! They're designer!!"

You shrugged. “It’s your own fault. Maybe you shouldn’t be so clumsy.” You were admittedly being hypocritical as you had broken and spilled your fair share of things on especially busy nights where you had to help.

“I hate you.”

You grew very familiar with those 3 words the more you worked with Min ho. His first few weeks, he let everything get to him. The customers, the messes, the way he smelled after work. Restaurant smell. You’d grown accustomed to it, so you hadn’t even considered that to be something that would’ve bothered him.

Much to your surprise though, he was very good at the customer service aspect. In some ways, it made sense. He had a way with acting charming, and he was fluent in Korean, which helped with the locals. He also only kept his complaints to when the two of you would be walking to the dorms together once you got off.

The thing that surprised you most, though, was how much you enjoyed spending time with him. You were used to server’s coming up and talking to you on slower days, the host stand often being a hangout place. You assumed Min ho picked up on it as he had suddenly begun hanging around there, too, when his section was deserted.

He waited for you after work. Even when he had been cut and could’ve gone home earlier. He excused it that you shouldn’t be walking alone at night. You didn’t really care about his motives, but you appreciated it. It was a nice gesture.

After 2 months, he still didn’t quit. You were beginning to worry he’d want to cash in his prize for the bet since it seemed like he had no intentions of losing. What would he make you do? The options were endless. You still had a slight hope that you could win but…

At the same time, you didn’t. You liked working with him more than you thought you would, it would be a little disappointing if he quit.

One night, though, his unwillingness to quit was really proven.

He had scheduled a date a few weeks in advance with some famous girl or something, you weren’t sure. But, he had also forgotten that he had a shift that same night.

He was up by the host stand, talking with you when he felt his phone buzz. He looked around to ensure your manager wasn’t near before he picked up.

“Hello?” After a few seconds his eyes widened. “That was tonight? Oh– I’m so sorry I must’ve forgotten, I–” He was cut off and a few more seconds passed where you heard muffled speaking through the phone. “I’m at work. Wait– Oh.” He said your restaurant’s address before he was hung up on. He blinked for a moment before putting his phone away.

You raised a brow. “What was that?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I forgot I had a date tonight.”

“Oh. Well, if you need I’m sure one of the other servers could cover for you, I mean, even I can–”

“No!” You paused, blinking up at him. He shook his head. “No. What if we get busy? The dinner rush hasn’t even come in yet! I can’t desert you like that.”

You felt a blush creeping up your neck. He couldn’t desert you like that?

Before you could question his wording, a very pretty girl walked up to the two of you, clearing her throat. “Min ho, are you ready to go?”

The girl rolled her eyes, pulling out a small mirror and lip gloss. “Yeah, and? You don’t need a job, Min ho. We can just leave. It doesn’t matter.”

Min ho looked over. “What? I told you I was at work–”

He shook his head. “But it does. It’s a responsibility.”

The girl glanced at him before putting away her things, grinning. “Responsibility? When did you get so mature? It’s hot.. But seriously. Let’s go.”

Min ho groaned, a hand going over his face. “I already said–”

Before you could stop yourself, the words were already leaving your mouth. “I think he already said he wasn’t going.”

The girl looked at you, scoffing. “And you are?”

Min ho stepped in front of you, crossing his arms. “They’re my coworker and friend. Plus, they’re right. I told you I couldn’t go already.”

The girl clenched her fists before putting her hands on her hips. She stared at the two of you for a second before huffing. “Fine. Fine! I’ll leave. But I’m texting you later to reschedule.” She glared at you, then turned around, heading back out.

You looked between him and her figure, which disappeared into a car.

There’s one thing she said that you agreed with.

This new maturity was hot.

A few hours later, the two of you were walking back to the dorms together. You sighed dramatically. “Y’know what– Fine. Fine!”

He raised a brow. “What are you on about?”

“Fine, you win.” You stopped walking. “You win the bet.”

He stared at you for a second before his brows raised. “Oh. Right. That.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot.”

He shrugged, his hands going to his pockets. “I guess I did. But, hey. I told you I could do it.” His nonchalant expression turned into a grin.

You rolled your eyes. “Well..”

“Well?”

“What do you want? I agreed to do anything you wanted. No objections.”

He thought to himself for a second. “Hm… I’ll need to think on it.” He kept walking.

You gawked at him, whining and following him. “Min ho– That’s not fair! Now I’m gonna have to walk on eggshells!”

“Ooh well.”

The two of you continued your walk, and you continued to pester him to no avail. By the time you got home, Kitty had retreated to her room, so you went to yours. You got ready for bed, flopping down with a hum. You grabbed your phone off your bedside table when you saw a text from Min ho.

min ho: okay, i’ve made up my mind.

min ho: i want..

Min ho: a date.

Min ho: this friday. i’ll pick you up at 6.

Wait.

WHAT?!

[notallangelsaregood]

My thoughts on Spy x Family Chapter 82

Needless to say, (some real serious) manga spoilers alert

Oh, boy, I'm gasping for air. I'm panicking, and I've not panicked this much about Spy x Family since Anya's last hijack incident (which my heart has not recovered yet). Mr. Endo, may you, please, pay my cardiologist bill? I'm not joking, I'm hyperventilating, and my chest is TU DUM, TU DUM.

The mole was discovered! Poor guy (or not, who knows?). I wonder what SSS will do to him. How far will the organization go? I believe we won't even know.

I'm seriously nervous for him. Twillight is used to things getting on his way, with minimum complications and this situation is definitely not it. Of course, he could figure things could go bad, since It's a really risky operation, however, I feel his frustration in not getting much time to secure the real wheeler.

Damn, my heart is not surviving till the end of this chapter.

Our man got ✨ The Skills ✨ Still, all this shooting is getting me pretty nervous. I'm immediately getting my anxiety meds. Endo, what the actual f-

Yeah, Twilight is The Man! Still, my hands are trembling and so is my apprehensive cardiac organ. This is sure to be qualified as torture.

He is quite wise disguising as Yuri. Haha, got it? I'm not okay, Christ.

Damn, Yuri is very intelligent, as well. The brains had to go to one of the Briar's, am I right? (Poor Yor, I love you, It's not personal. Bad comedy is my coping mechanism when I'm nervous. I'm so sorry!)

He is right about that. Twilight is nervous. And I wonder why. Maybe because there's more on this game than before? He is a father. A husband. He worries. He is not the same he was before, as much as he tries to convince himself that he is not attached to his fake family dynamics.

I can clearly imagine his thoughts racing. He's thinking about Anya, about Yor, about WISE, while trying to run and get these thoughts away from him in order to not commit mistakes, like leaving a footprint behind. Just saying.

Oh Yuri, you are so sweet, in a way. And you know absolutely nothing.

The panic™  on his face. Poor Yuri, I'm truly divided right here. See? I'm calmer, not panicking at all, this is certainly my clonazepam working.

Quick (but important) writer's note here, I'm actually diagnosed with intense anxiety and use prescribed medication, I joke about it, cause It's better to laugh than cry on the reality of my condition, however, never use anxiolytic/benzodiazepines drugs without valid prescription and conscience, it might cause long-term dependency and tolerance. My Pharmacy academic self felt the need to point this out. Moving on!

By the way, have you noticed the "waver"? Twilight is hesitating, deeply, which makes him more prone to aiming wrong. Haha, ha… I'm okay, I swear 😰

...

HOW THE FLOOF AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CHILL AFTER THIS, HUH?

Okay, two theories. I'm okay, I swear, my blood pressure is just fine.

Theory number 1. Twilight gets Yuri shot on some of his limbs, probably one of his legs, so our spy can buy time, run to encounter the others Wise's agents and hide. Gladly, he can aim just on the spot when no much damage is made to Yuri, even though the spy is extremely nervous. Twillight was totally not expecting to find him on that corner, and he knows that doing something so serious like UNALIVING HER WIFE'S BROTHER will tear her apart. Why else he would waver? He is the best spy of Westalis. He doesn't hesitate, but this is different.

Theory number 2. Which I believe is less likely, but still possible, Yuri gets our incredible Spy shot on some area of his body where the disguise falls off, and he realizes Twillight and Loid are the same person, but he does nothing about it, at least not for a while. Making him and the spy share this major secret for a while, due to numerous reasons, but mainly to protect Yor and take her out of her position as Loid's wife safely. But as I said, I find unlikely to Yuri shoot TwiTwi, even though the latter is quite nervous and might not dodge the shot. Besides the fact Loid has his arm aimed at Yuri first, while Yuri has his arm sideways, which gives Twilight an advantage in time.

Be sure to talk to me in the comments, I would love to hear what you guys think. Moving on to the last past of the chapter.

Lady Yor! Our grownup baby! She is still with the same outfit and hair down, so I assume it's late at night or afternoon, maybe Anya is already home or at a sleepover with Becky? Not sure.

Our poor girl is nervous due to Yuri filling her thoughts with the possibility of Loid cheating (which is dumb as floof, because he is a loyal boy) but still, even sober, Yor is worried. She cares about this family so much it probably hurts and confuses her. Her face on the left gave me chills, so much is going through her mind, almost if she senses something is wrong.

So. Much. Blood. I'm. Nervous. I. Can't. Breath. Properly. What. Was. This? Whose blood is this? (Not Yor's, I assume). I always count the days till the next chapter, but for this one, I'll be in severe mental pain until its release date. My mind racing like Yor's, wondering if Loid will come home late or come home at all.

I keep imagining scenarios where one of the boys gets shoot and the aftermath of that, Loid or Yuri at the hospital or being held by their organizations in order to get intel from them, Yor drying with worry, there are so many possibilities. This arc has been the most intense so far, for me, at least. I don't know how I will cope till June 26th.

What do you guys thinking? If my heart survived until now, yours will! Make sure to like, reblog and support my work here on Tumblr, I really appreciate it. Now I will rest, cause that chapter was (hell) difficult 🌹 (this post will be reviewed soon, so if you encounter any grammar or spelling mistakes, forgive my bilingual mess self)

[werezmastarbucks]

1. the bitch

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word count: ~4000

warnings: language, verbal abuse

music: vignette by twenty one pilots

author's note: there will be a lot of dramatization of a BAU worker in this fic because I couldn't care less.

Chibs looked around at the boys. His eyes met Juice's. They spoke without words like they already got used to. His nose was itchy: wanted to smoke. But for now, he was focused. Left side of his ribcage was tugging a little. He brushed his hand mindlessly, against his side, quietening mild, irritating pain. Come on now, he said to himself. There was silence in the barn, only disturbed by the click-clack of the magazines into chambers and heavy steps. Someone tried whistling but shut up immediately. Come on now, he said to himself, without moving his lips. It was his mantra that didn't mean anything anymore, because the years flattened its surface to become a mirror. Come on now, and he was ready.

Juice was pacing, inexperienced, shaking in his boots. Jackie was loading his machine gun, ginger mustache sticking out like a cub's against the light. He caught another glance, from Bobby, who nodded at him with another invisible message. The ritual didn't allow for any sentiments before the 'job', so Chibs simply moved his tongue around his mouth searching for fangs.

They grouped and stepped back as Jackie went on to open the doors. As the heavy wood croaked away, the thick summer night air brushed against their faces. The shoulders moved against hardened leather and he regretted not wearing his kutte tonight, for the mobility. He looked around in the corner of his eye again, observing them; bushy eyebrows furrowing, lips moving in silent swearing, necks tilting to grab a stretch. An hour ago Bobby said, "If we survive this". A bit dramatic, in his opinion. This was just a regular Friday, nothing like Belfast used to be. But Bobby was, in general, a moany old fart.

He checked the trigger. Always stuck to his Colt, no matter the occasion. It felt secure in his hand, with it under his belt, he always had a clear understanding of his next step.

He pulled his glove up and traced the line on his cheek with his thumb. The signal was sent, and they started moving.

As soon as they left the barn, the rain started. Chibs grabbed Juice by the collar and pulled after himself, releasing when the boy found his feet. Gotta give him credit for his brain working faster in the rapid-paced emergencies than in any other circumstances. They crawled along the barn wall, Chibs' pulse waking up. Lately he's been grinning more than often when the shit got going. Maybe it's the midlife crisis they keep talking about, a kind of a death wish, or he was simply having too much fun.

"What are you grinning about?" Juice screamed. The sound of bullets riddling the old barn was so hollow and loud that it was almost impossible to hear. Chibs shook his head slowly, checking his gun, his hands sitting snugly in gloves; then stepped up like the wolf papa, showing Juice the way.

The Niners decided to go against the plan, but this was somewhat the plan all along. If Chibs had to count the times, when dealing with Niners went smoothly, he would only need one finger. He was now showing this finger towards a tall beefcake collapsing with a couple of his bullets in chest.

It was going well; pretty dynamic, as usual. Chibs stepped back, feeling the hollow shells under his hill. He was clocking Juice, trying to keep him behind himself so that he could give cover at any moment. At the same time, his eye was registering purple-collared Niners reappearing from the shade behind the three parked minivans.

"Hey boy", he yelled, "if you wanna be useful, go blow their fucking tires", he landed his hand on Juice's skeletal back, afraid the little guy will collapse; followed him, cancelling his untimely death several times, striking their scythes with the swift movement of his finger.

He laughed out, listening to Juice cursing through his teeth as he put away his gun and took out a knife to slash the tires.

"It ain't done like that!"

Then the mood changed, like someone sucked the joy out of it. The party died with the shrill sound of the siren. Distant voices expressed what Chibs felt: the curses echoed above the vans and short dry bushes, the sound of feet amongst the last rare bangs. Chibs moved his two, and this time Juice didn't need grabbing. He nodded towards the boy's bike parked neatly in the no-go zone behind the barn:

"Go on, leave. Meet ya at the house later".

Juice froze in place, his knees half-bent.

"And you?"

"Ain't gonna be the first time. Get off in the morning the latest. I gotta check on the others".

They nodded, and Chibs tilted his head up, putting his warm gun away, disappointed. It is always like when the song ends abruptly at the climax. Like when they don't let you come. He spotted Jackson and was measuring the parking lot with big steps, breathing in the sweet, tropical, gunpowder ridden air. Short rain refreshed the outside, injected it with fruity colors. His feet bouncy, he clutched Happy's shoulder on his way.

"Niners?"

"Running", Tig yelled with a giggle.

"Hey, get on a fucking bike, Tig!"

He circled the two bodies pooling in blood and rested his hand on Jackie's shoulder.

"Good thing daddy's not here tonight, eh", he grinned, and then remembered he has the holy sixty seconds before the cops get out of their fucking cars, pull on their belts and stumble upon their own three feet. His hand moved like lightning as he took out the pack of cigarettes and bit one, feeling for his Zippo.

"Fuck... I dropped me lighter".

"I don't have one with me", Jax shrugged.

"Ey, Bobby! You got a lighter?"

The round man was shaking his foot like a cat that stepped onto snow for the first time. He dismissed the two with his hand. Chibs' cigarette was stuck onto his lower lip as he shook his head, stepping closer to the cub. They were the same height. Jax was watching the police dismounting their cars and he stretched the 'uuuugh' in the way that told Chibs he should pay attention.

"Isn't that the chick..."

Chibs narrowed his eyes, but it was unnecessary. She was a bright spot among the black uniformed stock, her ponytail bouncing happily.

"From the club, yeah", he muttered.

"The one who gave Kozik a lap dance", Opie stepped on Jackson's other side. Chibs remembered her - hard to forget. For the whole day this little butt has been all over the club like a desperate groupie; a spirit of horniness, and nobody could agree where she came from. Opie said Lyla introduced her to the studio last week; Clay said that Gemma said that she was one of the girls from the road; Tig was dead sure she was his birthday present although nobody called her up. She just appeared in the morning; when Chibs arrived by nine, she was already at the house, smoking with Kozik. Her bubble butt in tight shorts and ribbed grunge crop top was a nice sight to the barely woken eye, that's true. Her little tanned ankles excited Chibs for their speed, but once he discovered her on Opie's lap in the corner an hour later, he sort of lost interest. Wasn't used to picking up the trash after the boys. He had good hygiene. She would tilt her head there and back, making the long golden ponytail bounce, and the small of her back was kind of screaming at him; but then again everybody noticed that. Tig was salivating with happiness at the thought that a little thing like this runs around the whole day, giggling, her big cherry eyes piercing his chest with her mouth slightly open. She was so ready for it. Even tried flirting with Jackie boy, somewhat successfully. She took particular interest in the youngest one, her sharp finger pointing at his title badge. Chibs heard her voice, thinly tuned to the mosquito frequency, asking,

"Mmm, does it mean you're next in line? You kinda look like King Arthur, you know?"

There was plainly hidden irony in that voice, and they had a good laugh at her jumping from one belt to another as she was selecting the dick for the night; she could take a lot of alcohol, unless she retreated to the bathroom to vomit it out; but she was pleasantly tipsy by the time it was finally Chibs' turn. The basic sweetness of her perfume and the way she was flexing her perfect hips told him something was off. The intuition was Chibs' strongest suit for many years; and now he knew he had been right, again. He noticed a short, wide scar on her inner thigh, and her scarred knee; she was moving like a cheerleader. Once she finally approached him, Chibs realized he went on the whole day without catching her name. The guys called her sweetheart, and dolly, Happy said she was a bitch for moving around them; as she sat on the sofa with Kozik and Juice, they called her Cleopatra.

Chibs was slightly irritated by the recent influx of young prostitutes. They provoked a lot of drama nowadays. Going in rounds, they sometimes confused the guys they've already slept with, and distributed the diseases in circles. Chibs was blessed not to be too needy. However, he did notice her belly button when she stretched, her funny fists clenched, and the sharp fingernails stabbing the air next moment.

As he took her chin, breaking her fall towards his face, and initiating a sly smile, he was sparing himself of something more insidious than an already used cunt. She pouted, telling him he was mean.

Now she looked much meaner.

The four who were left, watched her as she was approaching them with her bouncy step dying and turning into a firm stride of a yob. She winced and lifted her arms, releasing her hair of the hair tie.

"We are fucking bafoons", Chibs groaned. Bobby stood there with his mouth agape, the pathetic animal, having promised this girl a little house on the lake and her own bike after she allowed him to feel her up while finishing her drink.

She was still in her whore clothes, but the face was now changed: evil, with pointed black eyebrows, wide mouth playing some inside joke. The miserable cop bunch was pacing behind her back, and Chibs was sick of this embarrassing picture.

"Where's the rest?" officer Jayn asked her. His big jaw moved like his teeth were always dancing in his mouth. Every time Chibs saw this guy, which was way more often than preferable, he always had intense desire to open his round mouth with a crowbar and check if he needs a dentist or glue.

"What do you mean where's the rest?" she chimed, "woulda been here if you locked the road like I told you to".

She gestured to the other officers profesionally, and a pad turned up in her hands. The Sons were speechless for now, a sore frown on Chibs face, with the cigarette still in his mouth. The officers surrounded them, and silence fell. The morning whore stood before them and tapped her foot in a Vans shoe on the ground. She then lifted her eye, and her glance couldn't be further from the dreamy look she had before.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Officer Jayn nodded at her pad,

"I thought you'd announce the... charges".

"I am not the police though", she snapped, a little questioningly. Jayn and Bobby exchanged glances, because sometimes two men could have something in common even if they're essentially on two different sides.

Jayn then set forth their rights and charges, and then put them in hadncuffs. The first shock started to wear off, and Jax, passing by her, spat out:

"Undercover bitch? Found out enough today?"

"More than enough, mama's boy", she murmured, without taking her eyes off the pad. She only paid her attention to Chibs, forcing him to turn his head behind his shoulder as he was being led to the police van.

"Fuck", Jax expressed, once the doors bashed close, and they were in the pleasant darkness of the car.

"She must have pulled this out one of ya", Chibs concluded.

"Which one of you bawbags told er about tonight?"

"And what else has she found out?" said Opie. He finally found his tongue again and now sounded really rustled. Chibs licked his lips, adjusting the hands behind his back. The van lurched, and he was pressed against the soft, fat shoulder of Bobby. He wanted to close his eyes and rest there a little.

"It must have been Juice. He was completely smitten", Jackie said. "Has been following her around the whole day. Did she suck his dick or something?"

"She promised to suck mine", Bobby hooted sadly.

"In exchange for what?"

Chibs tried to distance himself from this chatter, trying to go back three hours, to when the boys had drinks with her. Such intense work must have earned her a lot of drunk information. What exactly has she been fishing for? And who the fuck is she?

"Anybody caught her name?"

"She said she's Juno", Opie replied. "Not sure it's her real name though".

He nodded. Jax seemed to have caught his thought. He threw a short glance towards the drivers.

"She said she's not the police", he reminded. The others also noticed that.

"What, you think FBI?" Bobby asked.

"Isn't she too small? I mean, young?"

Opie spat onto the floor, and Chibs hissed at him.

The rest of the ride was quiet. They hoped that the others will pay bail before the night falls, and they'll have some time to regroup and discuss this. Mainly, find out what exactly was told to the Juno bitch. Chibs couldn't stop thinking of her weird scar for some reason.

They haven't seen her for the rest of the night. Had to sleep in the cage because the boys didn't come to collect them until the very morning.

Chibs opened his dry eyes to the flickering sunlight, and immediately was immersed into ongoing conversation. He could barely make out the words while still horizontal. He grunted, pushing himself up, and met Jackson's eyes.

"Get up, Chibs", the boy said, "the bail's been paid. Let's go".

He shook his head. Devilishly wanted to smoke, or punch somebody. He thought of Juice, considering how probable it is that the silly boy managed to off himself while escaping last night.

But they were alright. As they left the corridor and saw the inside of the police station they knew as well as their five fingers, Juice and Tig were there, greeting them. They didn't know about the girl yet, probably.

Chibs and Bobby waited for their turn to collect their personal stuff when Juno entered the station.

"Ten am!"

Jackie cracked his neck, looking at her. He must have felt humiliated; only yesterday his hand was on her hip, indulging into flirty Arthurian myths conversation which was weirdly euphemistical. Now she pulled up her sunglasses, giving a bored look to the Captain Boulder who specifically left his office to greet her.

"And it's already eighty-four degrees", she agreed darkly. Gone was the thin cheerful voice of a dumbass. Even her eyes looked more hollow as they observed the station like it was all below her. She did light up a little when she saw their bunch, though. Chibs turned away not to look at her, and started signing the form, the other hand working, putting his phone and keys into his pocket. All he wanted was a shower and to smoke.

"Morning, gents", she greeted them, a small smile on her face. Opie stepped up to her like he wanted to say something, and she lifted up her head to look him in the eye bravely and expectantly. Opie was about three times bigger than her.

"Got your bail, huh?"

"We did", Jackie said firmly, "far as I know, it's the procedure. Agent".

"Was what you've been doing even legal?" Bobby asked. He still seemed heartbroken, and it was hard to tell why exactly. Was it the betrayal, or the death of his lakehouse wife dream?

"Oh, very much legal", she responded and put her hand into her bag, looking for something, "I think? Anyway, can't wait to see you lads again. Did they have to fish the thirty thousand from your Irish guns money?"

She looked at them four with her questioning eyes, and Chibs saw nothing inside. She hated them, he realized. The curve of her lips read disdain like she was looking at something disgusting. As her eyes stopped on his face, he sized her up.

"Or the drugs money?"

Opie shifted.

The people at the station were moving along as usual, the Captain having retreated back into his office. The fact that Boulder, the notoriously big stick in his ass poking his brain day and night, just gave up and left, told them that she was something of an outlier. Jackson stepped up to her, and Chibs' hand twitched out of habit. Constantly had to hold him back, this cub. Constantly trying to get himself into trouble.

"You couldn't have found out about this just yesterday. None of us is that dumb", Teller murmured into her face.

Gotta give her that, she stood very straight, the indifference oozing out of her at the sight of angered Jackie.

"First of all, personal space. Don't ever get into my face like that again, Arthur".

"My name's Jackson".

"Sure, Arthur. Second, I've been working you guys for some time", she finally pulled out something out of her bag. She popped the cap off a chapstick and started rubbing it against her lips. Her eyes registering them all one by one, like they were now in her separate data folder.

"Also, you are pretty dumb".

"We've been around this city for a long time", Chibs noted, "if you think you'll nail down a bunch of us with some intel now, you must be flattering yourself".

She nodded quickly.

"Yeah, I know how it looks. The new girl in town. The old order must be untouched. Everything, that. But I'm finding a lot of interesting stuff about the IRA", her head threw a fit to his direction.

"I'm done with this shit", Chibs groaned. He pushed Opie away, ready to leave this place. The girl waved her hair, spreading her heavy perfume in the air like plague. Even the way she smelt now was different. Like she was using it as a weapon, to smother people. Who the hell applies this much perfume in this weather? Everything about her was irritating.

"Listen, you", Jackie grinned, "you'll need something more substantial than that".

"I'll have it", her fingers traced the hem of the shirt on her shoulder like she was thinking, "now you boys hop on your little bikes and ride away, because tomorrow is a new story".

Oppie was holding his saliva, apparently, not to get arrested right at the station again. Juice and Tig were waiting outside, smoking, and Chibs all but trotted towards them, his hand outstretched for a lighter. Instead, as he saw the boy's face, he couldn't fight the impulse and presented him with a light slap on the back of the head.

"You'll have to learn to hold yer dicks to yerselves one day", when he was angry, he heard his accent get thicker. He secretly enjoyed this original voice more, although he could control it less. Juice made a guilty face.

"Was that Juno entering the fucking station?!" Tig exclaimed, looking at Jackie, Opie and Bobby coming down the stairs. Chibs glued his mouth with a cigarette and decided to stay silent for the rest of the day. This is how much it pissed him off.

"Did you tell her something?" Jax ran towards Juice, ready to beat the shit out of him. Chibs stood in front, catching Teller by the shoulder. The sun was already burning them like they were eggs on a pan; they stepped into the shadow. He smoked while the other explained the Juno situation.

"Clay's gonna be pissed", Tig said, unbelieving, "Shit, she was so convincing. She seemed so dumb to me, like she kept talking about Europe water, I said, what Europe, what country in Europe? What do you mean by Europe water? She just kept saying Europe water sucks, that's it".

Teller's nostrils flared.

"We gotta have some ground rules on outside prostitutes", Bobby declared, "gotta make it a point at the table today".

Everybody nodded.

They spoke quietly and watched the station doors.

"You've been quiet, Chibs", Jackie nudged him gently with his shoulder. Everybody looked at him. Chibs was glad, more agreeable now, more in his element. There was even a semblance of draft coming from the trees.

"I keep thinking about Boulder", he admitted.

"What about him?"

"He has everybody's asses around 'ere. Ever since he's been in charge, ya can't sneeze around the station. Fucking officers wearing full uniform in weather like this. And this cunt walks in, in jeans, two hours late, and he fucks off?"

He stabbed the tree with the short butt of the cigarette and gave them time to think.

"She is fucking FBI or something worse. That should be on the table today. Knows about IRA, the guns, the drugs already. She's been digging under us, maybe for weeks before coming. That should concern you".

Tig scratched his ear, unwilling to face this new problem.

"I guess we could just break her neck", Opie shrugged.

"And have the Bureau in Charming?"

Jax sighed.

"Can't believe I was kissing this snake", Juice shook his head slowly.

"Come on now, don't be so dramatic. Wouldn't be your first time", Tig supported him a little, giving him a tap-tap on his back.

"It's just, so gross, you know? Knowing that she's with the police".

"Let's go", Jackie decided, "Clay will want to hear about that. He'll figure it out".

They left the shade and went for the bikes and the van. The sun was growing merciless.

"What does fucking FBI want with us", Clay boomed, annoyed to no end. Even the sound of the undercover agent in their house almost gave him a migraine. "as if we need a bitch around here, sniffing our business. Who is she?"

"Name's Juno. That's all we know for now", Jackie reported.

"Have you asked Wayne?"

"We did", Chibs nodded, "he hasn't even met her yet. Said she rolled into the city the day before yesterday".

"And went straight to business", Bobby continued. Clay rolled his eyes. Chibs was moving his tongue around the mouth, looking for any resolutions.

"The drugs are bothering me", Clay said after a pause, "only us and Wayne knew about this. Find out how she knows. What leaks we have".

"Otto can't know", Happy noted.

Silence was heavy above the table. Thick smoke, dancing in curles, made it feel like evening. Chibs didn't like the smell in the room today and was dreaming about opening the window.

"Keep an eye on her, look around", Clay decided, and struck the gavel.

[animentality]

Hey guys!!! I'm so late!!

But it's ok, because the chapter is 8,000+ words, soooooooo.

Hopefully that makes up for it.

Anyway.

Like I explained earlier, I won't be able to update this weekend/next week because I'm trapped at a cousin's wedding/family reunion for half a week. But rest assured, I still got ideas.

Also, how exciting is it, that by the time I come back to update... we'll have seen Shidou nutting himself in Third Selection? Hehehehe.

Oh god, I can't wait.

Anyway, enjoy.

Pairing: Shidou x Sae (side BachiRin, KuniReo, Tabiori)

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Itoshi Sae is a bartender at an illegal underground fighting ring, working to support his younger brother's professional MMA career. Shidou Ryusei is a brutal and unconventional new fighter who rolls in one night, and finds himself utterly besotted by the cold, distant redhead serving drinks behind the counter. At first their attraction is purely physical, with Sae using Shidou to distract himself from the stresses of supporting Rin's dreams, and Shidou just looking for something young and pretty to entertain himself with at the end of the day, when there is nothingness. But maybe they could be something more, navigating the rubble of their ruined lives together. And maybe they'll learn that you don't have to sacrifice love for survival. Not every time.

Underground fighting AU.

Specific Chapter Warnings:

Graphic violence, and more nasty sex. The usual amount of swearing. More sex described like death.

[scienter]

The final previews were thought provoking. I'm intrigued by El. I hope he sticks around for a while.

WIND AND TRUTH INTERLUDE 3:

El held up the gemstone, where a Herald’s soul had been trapped. It flashed as anti-Light met Light, and Jezrien was at long last destroyed. Not much of an explosion; barely enough to crack the gemstone. There hadn’t been much of Jezrien left. Now even that was gone. Forever. “Goodbye, old friend,” El whispered to no rhythm. “That imprisonment,” El said, tossing the dagger away, “is a punishment none deserve. We shame ourselves by trapping, instead of destroying, a Herald.” He held up his anti-Light gemstone, still almost full. “Yes, you were already nearly gone, weren’t you, old friend? The prisons don’t work on humans as well as was thought…”

Omg. I went from 0 to 60 then returned to 0 when I realized it was a mercy killing. Hmm. And El was friends with Jezrien? Curioser and cusioser . . .

“If you serve me,” Odium said, “you may need to kill more of your… former friends.” “My friends had their chance. When left on this world, they enslaved my people. The Heralds deserve annihilation. It is… a mercy.”

El was friends with all of the Heralds? 🤨

“If I do, can I rule human lands for you?” “If that is your wish, I will grant it.”

If El survives the battle on the Shattered Plains, then I think he’ll be a major antagonist in the second half of the series.  

The god began to fade, evaporating to dark mist. His voice lingered. “We have much work to do. Not just on one world, but many.” Fascinating. El had walked in here expecting imprisonment, probably execution and forced rebirth. Instead it seemed he was leaving with an army, a promise, and a new god who might at last be able to conquer the entire cosmere.

I swear that I’m not rooting for the bad guys, but Taravangian winning the contest would be the more interesting outcome. Just saying.

I like El. He’s an interesting antagonist. I hope we see more of him in future books.

INTERLUDE 4

Back and forth, back and forth. He partially wondered if this was the reason Cultivation had positioned him to be elevated—in giving him his curse and boon for so long. To create a person who could legitimately Connect to the power of Odium and take it, but one who would then be made impotent by the two warring sides within.

Huh. Taravangian’s conflict is similar to Sazed’s. Sazed’s divided because he holds opposing shards, while Taravangian is divided because of conflicting morals.

“It does not have to be one god,” she said. “One solution will never work for all. That was part of why we had to do what we did, ten thousand years ago. Let them be, Odium.”

They split Adonalsium because one god wasn’t working for them?

I guess they couldn’t or didn’t want to unite under a single entity.

He saw. Gods who turned away from him, content to let the danger stay trapped. Interestingly, they considered all three of the gods of Roshar to be a problem, and were happy to leave them to their conflict.

Honor and Cultivation are considered a problem by the other Shards as well? I wonder why.

Isolated as the others were, he could watch and prepare exactingly how to defeat each one. Only one of them held two Shards of power, but that one was unable to function properly. Odium’s predecessor had never taken a second Shard of power for that reason.

Oh, no!  Taravagian knows Sazed’s vulnerability. Maybe Harmony has to become Discord to protect Scadrial from Odium.

But Valor—where had Valor gone, and how did she hide from even his eyes?

Interesting that Valor (i.e. courage) is the one that’s hiding. I’d like to hear the story behind that.

“There is a chance, a solid one,” she said, “that you will do what is right. I would not have taken this step otherwise.”

Cultivation has more faith in Taravangian than I do atp.  

“Do not be so smug,” she replied. “A part of you knows this path you’ve started on is a terrible one. Listen to that part of you. Give it a chance.”

So basically:

Despite himself, he did feel it. It was the part of Taravangian that loved his daughter and grandchildren. The part of him that had grieved when forced to manipulate Dalinar while trying to break up the coalition. It was the part of Taravangian that remembered being young, uncertain, dull—yearning to do more to help his people.

Yeah, I got SW vibes from this interlude.

He was a god divided. What if he let each side rule in turn?

Cultivation created a capricious chaos monster. 😬

[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside

Chapter Two

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

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My fingers trembled as they traced the words on the paper. Y/n. They knew my name. My pulse began to race, breathing increased significantly. My eyes flicked between my front door and my sliding door out to the patio, ensuring both were securely locked. Panic began to sink in as I scurried across the floor and drew the curtains, shutting out any light from the outside world. My brain was functioning at a million miles a second, processing every interaction I’ve had with Hyunjin and Felix at the lounge, trying to piece together any information they might have trickled out to me.

I should have known.

I should have known by their demeanor, the way they carried themselves, the fact that they were the only customers who never revealed what they did for work. The conversations always stayed pointed on me. On me. Oh god what information have I revealed? Deep down I knew I had kept my answers to them always vague, never truly giving them any details, but still I tried to hold myself back from panic. They obviously knew where I lived, had I led them directly to me? I rain my fingers through my hair as I paced the apartment, trying to formulate my next moves in this game of chess that has now been laid before me.

How could I have been so stupid?

10 years. 10 years away and I’ve allowed myself to get too comfortable, too relaxed. Lulled into a false sense of security with nothing ever happening. I had convinced myself that I had slipped into the shadows, left nothing but a memory in the mind of my secondary world. I dropped onto the couch, letting the letter fall onto the coffee table. I rested my head back against the wall as my eyes scanned the textured ceiling.

I’ve been reckless.

I quickly accepted that my errands needing to be run today were going to be put on hold, I’d only be leaving my apartment for work. Work. Oh god they’ll be there, I felt like nowhere I went would be safe. At least I had tonight, I had a whole day to figure out what I was going to do. In terms of today, I needed to start packing. Maybe I could head to Busan, start fresh there. Granted, if these two had already found me here so after so many years, clearly they’d be able to find me in Busan. I couldn’t flee with reckless abandon, I had to be strategic. If I left tonight I might at least be able to get a head start, choose a small fishing village to hunker down in until this all blows over.

No, Seongho, I needed to at least say goodbye. The poor guy would have a heart attack if I vanished into thin air. One last shift. I have to survive one last shift then I’ll leave from work, leaving what I’ve built here behind. I slid my small suitcase out from under my bed, laying it out over the sheets as I began to carefully curate the few clothes that I could fit inside. I knew that bringing anything other than my suitcase would raise suspicions, I had to pack light as to not weigh me down.

I contemplated trying to get in touch with my brother, curious if he had any information on the two following me, at the very least to warn him of the impending danger at my doorstep. My finger hesitated over the call button, weighing the options and possibilities of further issues that might rise from getting into contact with the family. At the same time, the itch for some sort of familiarity in this situation pulled me closer, until my thumb finally pressed, triggering the call.

Straight to voicemail. The prompt leading me to the recording stalled my thoughts, only the beep bringing me back to awareness and frantically ending the call before the recording started. Dead end.

I knew I couldn’t meet with Hyunjin and Felix, that was a dangerous situation just waiting to happen. I just had to ride this out for a little bit longer and I’ll be able to put Gangnam behind me. I started from scratch once, I could do it again.

Time passed painfully slow, sleep was nonexistent last night. Hours spent tossing and turning, fixated on the ceiling, mind racing. I knew staying a bit longer was a risky choice, but I just had to avoid the men tonight then get out of there. I sat in the back room at work before clocking in, fidgeting with the hem of my dress in an attempt to calm my nerves.

Stepping out onto the floor, I avoiding looking to the back corner, worried that the two would already be there. Seongho smiled as I approached the bar, grin quickly fading the moment my sunken features became evident.

“Damn, you look like shit tonight, you alright?” Seongho’s eyes drooped in worry, the sleepless night clearly manifesting in deep dark circles under my eyes.

“You sure know how to flatter a woman.” I reached across the bar, grabbing a shot glass and gesturing toward the bottles of tequila on the shelf. “Hand one to me, would ya? I need a pick me up tonight.” With a solemn sigh, he filled the glass before me and watched as I downed it, placing it into the sink across the counter. “Didn’t get any sleep last night, and haven’t really been able to eat anything, but I’ll be fine. Just got to get through tonight.” Seongho hesitated before filling a glass of whisky and placing it in front of me with a water, my face scrunched in confusion as I looked back to him in silence.

“Only the one is here tonight, not sure where the other one is.” My stomach dropped as I glanced over my shoulder. Sure enough, Felix was alone at the booth. But I knew better, I knew how they worked. Just because you could only see one, the second was still close by, simply hiding in the shadows somewhere. I quickly scanned the lounge, hoping to see some glint of bleach blonde hair peaking out from the crowd, but alas, Hyunjin was nowhere in sight. I spun around, grabbing Yeongja by the sleeve as she passed by me.

“Hey, my stomach isn’t sitting too well with me, could you run this to table six for me?” Yeongja glanced over to Felix before nodding and taking the tray from me, settling it atop her hand.

“You alright? I got some tums in my purse if you need some”

“Thank you, but I think I’ll be alright, just need to slip off the floor for a second.” Yeongja gave soft smile before turning and making her way to Felix. I quickly slipped away, but instead of b-lining for the bathroom I left through the front door, breathing deeply the moment my face was hit with the crisp night air. I scanned the alley, checking for anyone nearby before deeming it safe and leaning my back against the wall. Digging into my apron, I dug out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between my lips. Flicking my lighter on, I set the tip of the cigarette alight and rested my head back on the wall with an exhale, closing my eyes and trying to relax my tense muscles.

“Never really took you for a smoker.” I’m jolted alert at the deep voice beside me, Felix seemingly have snuck out the door in silence, now taking place next to me leaning against the wall. He didn’t look toward me, instead finding more visual interest on the worn brick wall standing across from us.

“I’m… I’m not really” I glanced down at the cigarette sitting between my fingers, my heart now racing with the close proximity of someone who very well might be here to kill me. “Use it as an excuse when I need out of the bar for a little bit.”

“An excuse, eh? When the stress is too much?” I chewed the inside of my cheek, staring down at my feet as I shuffled my toes side to side, giving a weak nod in an attempt to answer. We sat it silence for a bit, both just staring into nothingness, before his voice cuts the silence.

“We missed you last night.” My chest seizes, breath caught sharply. I avoid his gaze as I take another drag of my cigarette to buy time to formulate how I was going to go about this.

“I’m sorry, can’t say I know what you’re talking about.” I fawned ignorance as I looked back at him, trying to keep my face slack, sometimes a resting bitch face can actually come in handy.

“No need to play dumb, y/n.” Our eyes met, silence falling over the both of us again. My jaw tensing as I tried to read his expression. “Listen, I don’t blame you. I probably wouldn’t have come either.” Our exchange of a sharp, cold stare is broken as I looked away, finding my eyes meeting anything but him. I chewed my cheek as I studied the quiet night around me. The distant sound of a siren, the water dripping onto concrete, the muffled sounds of a city night.

“Your Father sent us.” My head snaps his way immediately, scanning his face for any sign of dishonesty. “We do really need to talk though. About him. But here isn’t the place, I know you get off late, but we’ll be at the bridge. Please do meet us there.” Before I even have a moment to respond he stands and gives a soft salute as he made his way down the alley. My gaze followed him as he reached further away, Hyunjin stepping out from the darkness behind a building and falling in step with him.

“Fucking knew you were hiding somewhere.” I grumbled as I threw my cigarette on the ground and stomping it out, before throwing it in the trash and returning to work.

I tried to keep my mind on what is probably my last shift at Blossom, a place that’s felt like home for so many years, working alongside Seongho and Yeongja, and making friends with so many of the patrons. Still though, every moment I finally let my mind focus on my current moment, it was quickly pulled back to Felix outside.

Your Father sent us.

I reminded myself that this could still be a ploy to get me alone. I wrestled with my options, if they were truly targeting me, they definitely already had ample opportunities to get me. The thought of connection with my Father after so long still pulled me, but why would he need me now? Why send his goons to collect me?

I fumbled multiple drinks throughout the night, mistakenly spilling them across tables, guests, floors. Seongho beckoned me over to the bar after the most recent spill, eyeing me as I came forward.

“What has gotten into you tonight? You come in looking like you haven’t slept in a week and now you’re spilling stuff? This isn’t like you.” I tripped over my words, struggling to come up with an excuse quickly for him. “Why don’t you take the rest of the night, it’s chill enough in here tonight, we’ll survive.” I opened my mouth to protest but he simply pointed to the door. My lips met in a tight line, I stared at him for a moment, processing that this may be my last time seeing him. I gave him a solemn smile before nodding with a soft okay.

I went and gathered my purse and jacket from the back room, stopping once more at the bar before my exit.

“Treat yourself well Seongho.” I avoid looking at him as I leave, missing whatever confused look was now plastered across his face. Reaching the end of the alley, I glanced down the road to my left, the direction I normally would travel on my way home, the comfortable, familiar walk. My feet wanted to take me home, to return to the time before Hyunjin and Felix arrived. I wanted back my ability to function like a civilian, simply working day to day and keeping a plain life. Instead I turned to the right, taking a deep breath before beginning my trek to Tancheon Bridge.

I needed to know that my family was okay.

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