#a younger model part 3

[gyaa-fish]

more ff7 stuff, try to guess who my faves are lol

[goatdon]

my favorite medical show characters are exactly alex karev, cristina yang and peter benton.

so i was MADE for this santos shit. i was born and bred to like the “insufferable” characters. it was made for me. if you don’t like them there’s a huge chance i adore them. one may think they need to get humbled but me personally? im supporting their fucks up! i support their wrongs!

when a character is an asshole or driven by ambition to where it outweighs their need for friendship or anything else…when all they want is to be the best or prove themselves….when they kinda just generally suck….when their compassion is such a key part of their character or growth and people overlook it because of their attitude…..It’s just so peak. give me all the unapproachable assholes who want to be doctors and give them to me neow.

i absolutely have to love them like it’s just who i am. and yes im including benton in this even though he’s like not like considered like a massive asshole or as hated like santos & karev but yk still. he’s very cristina imo

[chamisulgrape]

watch me, watch me party on you 𖤐 [p.sh] pt.2

Months later, it's Milan Fashion Week, and you get to be the one watching Sunghoon this time.

☆ part one | part two

☆ pairing → sunghoon x afab reader

☆ word count → 7.1k

☆ tags → fashion industry setting, model au, nyfw, rivalry, yearningyearningyearning, models in love, established relationship

☆ smut tags → pwp, closet sex, barebacking (unprotected sex), sunghoon munches on reader (he’s a huge munch), lots of spit and wetness, use of petnames aka baby/darling, they're nasty and in love, dirty talk/minor degradation, face-grabbing, floor sex at one point…, reader is still in her heels while they canoodle :3

☆ warnings → not proofread!

☆ a/n  → jungwon makes an appearance! pt.2 is finally posted, thank u to everyone who is supporting and loving them as much as i love them

minors dni.

♪ hands on your waist liquor is all that we taste your freckles lead the way i trace your constellations

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Sunghoon has always had a certain something about him. 

It’s one of the many reasons you fell for him during your younger years. Sunghoon glows, radiates, even. He’s always had a captivating aura. Sunghoon attracts, and even you: stubborn and strong-willed, were weak to Sunghoon’s many charms. 

You aren't surprised that you’re walking the same path, both being models for your respective fashion brands, because it just makes sense for Sunghoon to be in this line of work. Sunghoon is a natural, he belongs in the spotlight. Sunghoon is made for the runway, for the stage. 

Sunghoon will always be famous, and you’re just another victim to the gold and temptation that is Sunghoon Park. Moth to a flame, as Sunghoon likes to call it. You would scoff and brush him off, speaking about how Sunghoon is no better, but you can’t help but admit that Sunghoon is right. You believe that there was no possible way you could ever escape from the likes of him.

Sunghoon is a magnet, and you will always be weak to his pull.

“_____! Look over here!”

You aren't a stranger to the blinding lights and the yells of your name, reporters trying to get your attention for a seven second video and the cameras in your face. Over the years you’ve learned how to handle them with ease. Perfect smile, candid poses, practiced responses. 

A mic outstretched a few inches away from you, a reporter quickly spits out her question before you can walk too far and she misses her opening. 

“How are you feeling today?”

As you always do, you greet the camera with the sight of your perfected media-smile. “I’m doing great.”

The reporter smiles, satisfied. “What are you looking forward to this afternoon?”

“Ah,” you grin, “I hear Sunghoon Park is opening the show today, I’m very excited to see how he performs.”

“He’s always the star of the show, isn’t he?” There’s a glint of interest in the reporter's eyes now. The world is well aware of the feud between XO and PARADOXX, and there’s never a day that goes by that netizens don’t have something to say about their rivalry.

The reporter opens her mouth to ask another question, but your security is already ushering you forward. She grins like she knows something you don’t. “Thank you for your time.”

You nod, sending a wave to the camera behind her as you move on. You make it a few steps before another reporter is trying to grab your attention.

“_____!” 

You turn to see Jungwon Yang, a beloved journalist and writer for a small up-and-coming magazine. You’re not a stranger to Jungwon Yang, either. You’re well-versed in the world of media, and you’ve heard of, as well as read a handful of Jungwon’s works in ENHA’s magazines and online articles.

“Good afternoon, Jungwon,” your smile feels more real this time, easy and less forced than it usually is. 

Jungwon’s smile is bright in response. “We’re all hoping to see you at tonight’s afterparty, will you be there?”

“Of course,” You nod, hand slipping into the pocket of your pants to rest comfortably. You lean in an inch, voice dropping to a faux whisper. “I’ve heard many things about the party's PARADOXX hosts.”

Jungwon lets out a laugh, shaking his head slightly. “I hope we get a chance to connect tonight, then, I’ve been very interested in speaking with you.”

“The feeling is mutual, Jungwon.”

“Would you mind taking a few pictures for our cameras?” Jungwon gestures to the side, and you nod again.

“It’d be my pleasure.” You say, stepping aside for Jungwon’s colleagues. 

The time flies by quickly, a blur of flashing lights and endless mini interviews. You’ve taken a few pictures for some big brands like Vogue and Elle, and before you know it, you’re seated along the front row waiting for PARADOXX’s show to start.

You’re buzzing with the anticipation of seeing PARADOXX’s new line. You know it’s going to be something worth the suspense since Heeseung, Jake, and Jay were adamant on keeping it under wraps this time. Aside from anticipation, your stomach is churning with the thought of seeing Sunghoon again. Sunghoon. Just the syllables of his name already has your heart thumping against your chest and your fingers twitching with the memory of Sunghoon’s body and how his skin feels underneath your fingertips. 

The moment the show starts, you feel it in your bones. The atmosphere becomes heavy with excitement and suspense, and the crowd settles down into silence, everybody holding their breath as low music plays overhead. You recognize the songs that Heeseung, Jake, and Jay constantly play in their studio, claiming it adds to their ambiance and vibes, and it’s so them that you have to suppress a smile.

You forget to breathe as the lights dim. It has you sitting a little straighter in your seat and leaning forward the slightest, your mind running on one recurring thought: Sunghoon. 

When Sunghoon steps out, all the air you were holding in your lungs is forced out of you, because Sunghoon is absolutely stunning. The trio have outdone themselves this time, and you might even battle that this outshines XO’s last New York Fashion Week show. Sunghoon is gorgeous underneath the fluorescent lighting, his skin glowing underneath the see-through fabric he’s wearing. 

The ombre of yellow to red tucked into the flowy pants he has on compliments his skin so well that you almost want to thank your friends for dressing Sunghoon in this specific outfit because God, you breathe out, Sunghoon is beautiful. 

Your mouth goes dry as you watch Sunghoon, so powerful, so charismatic and wordlessly charming that you wish you could get down on your knees and worship him for the man that he is—a God. Impure thoughts aside, you hold so much respect for Sunghoon. Sunghoon has been walking for a shorter time than you have, yet Sunghoon walks effortlessly, exuding so much grace and confidence that it seems like he’s been doing this for years more than you. 

You’re proud as you watch Sunghoon walk, and you find yourself gripping your phone a little tighter as the distance between them lessens. Sunghoon spots you, of course he does, and your hands tremble in your lap at the feeling of Sunghoon’s heavy gaze on you. It’s quick, Sunghoon glancing away faster than you can blink, but you catch the ghost of a smirk on his lips and it’s enough for you to know that Sunghoon saw you, that he’s thinking of you as much as you are him.

You release a breath as Sunghoon struts past you, and you can’t help the way you lick your dry lips with the anticipation of seeing Sunghoon later tonight.

They’ll have their moment when the time comes, and you will sit patiently, for the payoff is always very well worth the wait. 

“Did you see Sunghoon?” Sunoo breathes out once you’re at your hotel. “He’s amazing.”

Riki nods in agreement, ushering you into the suite so he can prepare you for your next outfit. “Of course he is, the people love him.”

“I see why you had a crush on him in high school now, he’s gorgeous,” Sunoo teases, lips pulling upwards, “we should’ve snagged him when we had the chance.”

“I—” You splutter. “Hey!”

“Sunoo, you know she gets embarrassed when you mention that,” Riki says, but he’s huffing out a laugh as he walks to the other side of the room. 

“It was so cute, though. You were always so smitten with Sunghoon,” Sunoo sighs. “Young love.”

You pout. “It was not cute, it was embarrassing.”

“Sunoo!” Riki calls out. “Come help me!”

Sunoo gives you another teasing look before going to help Riki with whatever it is that he needs. You huff, pulling out your phone from your pocket and opening Twitter. There’s already hundreds of pictures of you at the event, and you spend some time watching some of the clips that have been posted. You scroll through some hashtags aimlessly, before coming across pictures of Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon’s official Twitter account has already been updated with posts of him in his outfit from earlier today, as well as some behind the scene pictures taken before the event. You, embarrassingly enough, save a few of the pictures to your camera roll. You resist the urge to let out a squeak at a specific picture of Sunghoon, instead opting to close out of the app for the sake of your sanity. You’ll remember to text Sunghoon later and bring up these pictures and to ask for more.

When you throw your phone onto the bed, Sunoo and Riki have come back to lay an outfit next to you. It’s all black, that much you can tell, and the two seem excited to undress you and get you fitted as soon as possible.

“It’s perfect,” Sunoo says, and Riki hums. “You’re going to look amazing once we finish with your hair.”

You don't know why Sunoo and Riki opt for always styling you themselves without the help of a makeup or hair stylist, but you trust their vision and the two always argue that you're solely theirs to work on, and that it’s more personal this way. You are the face of their brand after all.

“Not that you don’t look amazing already,” Riki adds, “now strip.”

You obliged to Riki’s request, stripping down until you’re left in your undergarments. Sunoo and Riki give you a quick once-over, turning to each other and nodding. Sunoo helps you put your arms through the underside of the dress before tapping your ass lightly. 

“Sunghoon is so going to want a piece of you after this,” Sunoo says, and you make a squeaking noise.

“What the fuck, Sunoo!” You cry, covering yourself with your arms. “Am I just a piece of meat to you?”

“No! You’re a hot piece of meat,” Sunoo nods, satisfied once Riki finishes helping you through the dress. “You look good.”

“So good,” Riki finishes. The pair motion for you to put on your heels. Once you finish, Riki pulls out a small bottle of shimmering lotion to lather onto your chest. “Hold this open.”

You let them do their thing quietly, standing in silence until they finish. You get lost in your head for a bit, thinking of how you and Sunghoon have been fooling around for months in private, since the New York show, and how your friends are unaware about the whole situation. 

You’ve agreed to keep things under wraps, since the two of you don’t want it getting out to the media (and because you both agree that it’s a little more exciting this way), so you’ve been keeping it a secret. It’s fun to dance around your friends; hushed kisses in fitting rooms and closets when you’re at each other’s stores, silent looks that say more than you let on, quiet touches as you pass by one another. 

The two of you don’t feel a need to share this with the world, nor do they feel the pressure to put a label on what you have. You like knowing that Sunghoon is yours no matter your relationship, just you and Sunghoon. You’re Sunghoon’s, Sunghoon is yours. You’re only each other’s, and you like it this way. 

“_____?” Sunoo interrupts your thoughts. Dazed, you hum. “Head into the bathroom, we’re going to get started on your hair now.”

You can’t wait to see Sunghoon later tonight, and your mouth already waters with the expectancy of what’s to come. 

The afterparty tonight is hosted at a restaurant you’d never been to, given this is your first time in Milan. 

The only word to describe it is elegant. The lighting is dim and golden, and it’s bright enough that you can make out enough of a face of the people you’re talking to, and at least see his plate. Everything about today is so PARADOXXX, through and through. There’s glasses of champagne in front of every guest at every table, and Sunoo and Riki have already finished theirs and yours, minutes after you’re seated. 

You, Sunoo and Riki are seated at the same table as Heeseung, Jake, and Jay, and Sunghoon is still nowhere in sight. You imagine that Sunghoon is a busy man, having many guests to converse with tonight, so you don’t worry too much about him. 

You can’t help the way your mind wanders off as the five conversate at the table, but you pick up bits of their conversation; something about a new brand, studio, new location. When you come to, it’s by a nudge in your side.

“_____? Heeseung, Jake, and Jay were talking about their plans for the future. They're planning to open up a store here, what do you think?” Sunoo asks, reaching over to steal Jake’s glass from in front of him and replacing it with his empty one. Jake scowls at him, but makes no move to steal it back.

“Really?” You say, in awe. Jay, Jake and Heeseung have matching proud smiles on their faces. “That’s amazing, guys.”

“I know,” Heeseung says, puffing out his chest in pride. Jake scoffs with a small smile on his face, hitting Heeseung in the chest. Jake continues: “We’re thinking that everything will be finalized sometime later this year.”

“That’s great, seriously,” You smile, “don’t forget us when you throw that opening party.”

Jay rolls his eyes, “How could we ever? Those two,” he motions to Sunoo and Riki, “would never let us. Tried getting rid of them back in high school—the worst mistake of our lives—they’re like leeches.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Sunoo and Riki were always so enamored with the trio, following them around the world. You feel warm just thinking about it; how they’ve all been friends for years. You feel lucky to have found them, to have found your family. There’s nobody else you’d rather be working and spending time with. 

“Well, Heeseung, Jay and I have some interviews to do, but we’ll be back before the food is served.” Jake grins at them, already pulling Heeseung and Jay out of their chairs by the lapels on his blazer. “Look awake, dude.”

“I am!” Heeseung cries out as he follows Jake and Jay. 

The three of them watch as the trio get whisked away. Riki sighs, “I kinda… love it here.”

“Love what? Being in Milan, or being wherever they are?” Sunoo asks, curious.

“Both,” Riki decides after a second, and you turn to him at the same time that Sunoo leans in to pinch to his cheek.

“Me too,” Sunoo says, leaning so his arm rests on the arm of Riki’s chair. “Me too.”

You take this as your cue to leave, only after Sunoo and Riki make you pose for a few pictures, and you get up to wander around the venue. You make it to a more secluded area, when you’re stopped by someone whispering your name. You turn to see Jungwon Yang, dressed in a different suit than he was wearing earlier that day. 

“Hey! I thought it was you.”

You motion for Jungwon to take a seat on the couch next to you. “Hello, Jungwon.”

“I hope your day has been well, you look incredible.” Jungwon gives you a warm smile, and you return it. “If you’re not too busy, I’d like to talk to you. I wasn’t joking when I said that I’d like to write an article about you in our magazine.”

“Of course, Jungwon. There’s nothing I’d like more than to talk with you, article or not.” You reply, and Jungwon lets out a small laugh.

“You know, your reputation precedes you,” Jungwon says, tilting his head in curiosity. 

“I hope that’s a good thing,” you huff, still smiling. “What do they say?”

“Lots of things, you know how it is,” Jungwon just shrugs, not answering your question. “What matters more is the impression you leave on people, and the impression I have of you is a wonderful one.”

You purse your lips, features melting into something soft, nice. “I’m glad.”

“You’re interesting,” Jungwon’s eyes never stray from your, “I’m looking forward to writing that article.” Jungwon reaches into his suit jacket to pull out a little card. “Please contact me so we can set up a time and date to meet and talk. My colleagues would love to meet you as well.”

“Of course,” you say, again. “I’d love to. You know, you’re quite interesting yourself.”

“Am I?” Jungwon grins. “I hope that I’m interesting in the best possible way.”

“You are, your name is quite big in the world. You’re making a change, Jungwon.”

“Well,” Jungwon diverts his gaze to his lap, where he splays out his hands in front of him. Shy, a little bashful and honest, you perceive. “That’s the goal.”

“A good goal to have, there’s not many people like you,” you say after a moment. “Who wants to make a change for the better. Your writing says a lot about you already.”

“I’m glad,” Jungwon repeats your words from earlier, looking into your eyes again. “There’s not many people like you either.” “Good, I like to be different.” You say, and Jungwon laughs again.

You enjoy Jungwon’s company. Jungwon is like a breath of fresh air in this industry. There’s not many people you can talk to freely without the feeling of pressure and camouflage, but Jungwon seems like somebody you can trust and confide in. You trust Jungwon and his writing, and you have a feeling that you’ll be great friends in the future. Sunoo and Riki would love Jungwon, you think.

“You should meet my friends as well,” you break the silence. “I’m sure they’ll love you.”

Jungwon’s eyes light up at this. “Really? I’ve been wanting to talk to Sunoo and Riki for a while now, do you think they’re free at the moment?”

“Mm,” you purse your lips in thought. “I’m sure they can make time for you.”

Jungwon beams. “Great! Sorry to cut our conversation short, but contact me, I’ll keep in touch.”

You only nod, and Jungwon takes this as his cue to leave and most likely search out Sunoo and Riki. You watch him go with a smile, collecting your thoughts for a moment before standing up and stretching your limbs. You take a second to breathe, looking around at your surroundings. The place Jake, Jay and Heeseung chose is beautifully decorated, and you keep in mind to ask Sunoo and Riki to snap a few photos of you in different areas before the night is over.

You’re admiring one of the many paintings on the wall when you feel a light touch on your back.

“Tired already?” You turn to see Sunghoon, in the flesh.

“Sunghoon,” you breathe out. 

“_____,” Sunghoon echoes back. You can feel Sunghoon’s hand resting at the small of your back, touch burning through the fabric, heating your whole body. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” You smile, eyes roaming all over Sunghoon’s face. His makeup is different than it was at the show, now more soft and natural. “You were amazing today.”

“Thank you, you were too,” Sunghoon says, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“Me?” You question.

“Yes, you, you looked very pretty today.”

You hum. “Of course I did.”

“Of course you did,” Sunghoon shakes his head with a little laugh. “I’ve missed you.” “You said that already, Hoon,” your grin is soft, and you can see the soft look on your face mirrored in Sunghoon’s. “You saw me a couple weeks ago.”

“Weeks too many, I need to see you every day in order to function properly,” Sunghoon’s gaze rakes from your face to your feet, and back to your eyes. “Missed you so much.”

You can’t help the way your body practically melts at this. “You’re not good for my heart, Sunghoon.”

“You aren’t good for mine either,” Sunghoon licks over his lips, and your eyes follow the movement. “Sunoo and Riki have you all covered up today, don’t they?”

You let out a laugh, raising your arms to showcase the blazer you’re wearing over your dress. “Last time you thought I was wearing too little, now you think I’m wearing too much?”

“Well,” Sunghoon hums, “you have a body that deserves to be appreciated. How will I appreciate it when you’re all covered up like this, hm?”

“If you must know,” you lean in to press your lips to Sunghoon’s ear. “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

Sunghoon lets out a sound akin to a muffled groan, fingers pressing harder against your back. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you don't have to look to know that it’s Sunoo and Riki telling you to come back to the table. 

“Worship me later, hm?” You step back to put some space between you two. “I’ll see you at the table, Sunghoon Park.”

Sunghoon’s smirk widens into a smile, showcasing his perfect teeth, the teeth you want to be pressed against your lips and skin later. “As you wish.”

Your eyes drop to Sunghoon’s lips before you force yourself to raise them to meet Sunghoon’s gaze that hasn’t strayed from you once. 

You take another step back. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“I hope you do.” Sunghoon winks, letting you out of his grasp. 

As much as you love Jake, Jay and Heeseung, you feel a little bad to admit that you’re feeling quite… over the party now. The food is great and you’re still having a great time, but it’s just too hard to focus on anything but Sunghoon, the man sitting right across from you.

Sunghoon has been nothing but distracting since you sat down at the table, god, Sunghoon is so bad for your health. Sunghoon, who has been running the tip of his shoe up and down your calf. Sunghoon, who has just grazed his shoe high enough to fit right between your thighs, pressing delicately against your crotch. 

Now, you know that Sunoo and Riki would scream bloody murder if they saw anything, especially a footprint, on the clothes you’re wearing, but the feeling of Sunghoon’s shoe pressed against your already damp core drowns out all the thoughts of explaining this to the two later. There’s nothing more that you want to do than grind against the bottom of Sunghoon’s shoe, just for the smallest bit of friction, but you really don't want the next fire on the internet to be about you sporting a damp spot and a shoe print in public. 

So, you let Sunghoon have his fun, try your hardest not to get wet, and keep a nonchalant smile on your face as you talk with the others. You take sips of your champagne, not enough to feel a buzz since your alcohol tolerance is weak and you don't want to lose control of yourself, not without Sunghoon here to take control for you.  

You can tell that Sunghoon is enjoying this, if the smirk he keeps sending your way is enough of a sign. Sunghoon hasn’t removed his shoe for the past hour, just resting between your legs, pushing harder sometimes and then lightening the pressure. Sunghoon shows no other indications of, well, anything, but you know when Sunghoon is bluffing; know him well enough to know when Sunghoon wants something, when he wants more, when he wants you.

Sunghoon hasn’t touched any of his champagne or food all night, other than picking at the appetizers and eating a few bites of his meal, opting to just mess with you under the table the whole night. You can tell that Sunghoon doesn’t have much of an appetite for anything but you.

Sunghoon shifts suddenly, removing his shoe from you completely and sending you a secretive smile when the ghost of a frown creeps onto your features. 

“I’m going to use the washroom,” Sunghoon says, glancing at you one last time before pushing his chair back so he can stand. “Anyone want to join me?”

“No thanks,” Heeseung grimaces. “Nobody wants to see that again.”

Sunghoon grins widely, a teasing smirk on his lips. “We went to the restroom together once. Nice to know that you were that intimidated.”

“Just go!” Heeseung groans, dropping his fork.

The night is still young and you know that Jay, Jake and Heeseung have no intention of letting the party end so soon, but you don't think that they’ll have a problem with you slipping away for a few minutes, or hours.

You wait a few minutes before following Sunghoon.

“Actually, I need to go too,” you stand, pretending to stumble a little. “Had a little too much to drink.”

You already made sure that everyone is drunk enough not to notice that you’ve been switching the cups around so your cup appears empty. “I’ll be back,” a lie. “Don’t wait up.” The rest barely acknowledge you, waving you off with their hands. You smile, satisfied, before making your way to where the restrooms are. You find the restrooms easily, secluded in an area towards the back of the restaurant. You knock a few times before you’re tugged away by the wrist.

“Sunghoon? Where—” 

Sunghoon tugs you along silently, a few feet away from the bathroom to a closet. When Sunghoon closes and locks the door behind him, the space is filled with darkness. The only sliver of light filtering through is from the door sill, even with the glow, it’s not enough to see anything. You can’t make out any of Sunghoon’s features, or see him at all, but you can hear the quiet breaths Sunghoon is letting out.

“Hoon?” You reach out blindly. You can hear Sunghoon’s footsteps as he takes a few steps closer.

“I’m here,” Sunghoon says, just as your fingers come in contact with his shirt. The fabric is soft underneath your fingertips, and you grip the material lightly before trailing your fingers down to find Sunghoon’s waistband, then moving back up just to feel him, to know that Sunghoon is really there. “Is this okay? Is it too dark?”

“No, no,” you breathe out, hands resting on Sunghoon’s chest. You indulge yourself, sweeping your hands up to rest around Sunghoon’s shoulders, satisfied once your fingers are in the hair at Sunghoon’s nape. “It’s perfect.”

Sunghoon ghosts his fingers down your hands to your arms down to your waist, holding you tightly. “You’re perfect.”

“You can’t even see me, Hoon,” you laugh lightly, tugging Sunghoon forward a few inches. You can feel Sunghoon’s breath on your nose now. “How do you know?”

“You’re all I’ve been looking at all night,” Sunghoon says. You feel his hand leave your waist and a beat later, a fingertip trailing from your temple to your jaw, then a featherlight touch from your forehead to your nose. “I can see you just perfectly.”

“Creep,” you whisper, but your heart is already turning to a puddle of goo in your chest, melting at the fondness dripping from Sunghoon’s fingertips. “I missed you so badly, you don’t even know.”

Sunghoon snorts, the sound maximized in the small space of the closet. “You love me.”

“I’d love you more if you said you missed me back, hm?” You pull him closer, lips brushing against Sunghoon’s.

“You already know how much I miss you,” you can feel Sunghoon’s words against your lips, and you crave so badly to press your lips to Sunghoon’s and swallow each and every one of them down. “I miss you more every day that I don’t see you.”

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder, does it not?” You smile, and you can feel Sunghoon mirroring it.

“It only makes me weaker,” Sunghoon brushes his nose against yours, and you can feel every bit of love through the gesture. “You make me weak.”

“Good, someone needs to be there to knock your pride down a notch,” you tease, and Sunghoon nips at your lips.

“I’ve missed this so much,” Sunghoon confesses for the millionth time that night. “Feeling you, talking to you, just—you.”

“Such nice words,” you hum, “how about you show me rather than telling me? I’ve been waiting for you to take this off of me the whole night.”

Sunghoon, like he just remembered that you’re completely bare under your blazer and dress, immediately takes the chance to start removing your coat. You shiver a little when Sunghoon finishes his ministrations, the air hitting your bare arms. 

Sunghoon’s touch is teasing as he reaches for the zipper of your dress, slowly unzipping it like you have all the time in the world. The sound of fabric hitting the floor makes your breath and stomach tense when Sunghoon runs his fingers along the planes of your now bare chest and down your stomach. 

“You feel so—unreal,” Sunghoon breathes out, as if he’s in awe. 

You laugh, stomach tensing against Sunghoon’s hand as you does. “You’re touching me, aren’t you? I think I’m pretty real.”

Sunghoon sighs through his nose and you feel it on your upper lip. “You’re still how I remember.”

“And how is that?” You ask, fingers still tangled in Sunghoon’s hair. “Mm,” Sunghoon pretends to think. “Snarky, cold, challenging.”

“Snarky?” You scoff. “I’m anything but snarky.”

“Sure, baby,” Sunghoon shakes his head a little before closing the gap between them, stealing the last bit of air right from your lungs, breathing it into his own. 

You melt into it, pressing forward so your chests are flush together. You shudder at the contact, your nipples rubbing against Sunghoon’s silky shirt. Sunghoon licks across the seam of your lips, biting down ever so lightly in the way he knows you like. You open your mouth to give him access, Sunghoon immediately licking across your teeth and the roof of your mouth, before sucking at your tongue.

Sunghoon’s hand roam from your waist to your bare chest to rest on your hips, rubbing shapes against the skin there. You sigh into Sunghoon’s mouth, reveling in the feeling of having Sunghoon’s hands all over you again. Sunghoon pulls back suddenly, the sounds of their lips disconnecting bouncing off the walls of the closet.

“Why—” you whine, pressing against Sunghoon harder. “Why?”

Sunghoon lets out a chuckle, squeezing your waist. “Nothing, just missed hearing you talk. Missed your voice.”

“I’ll be more vocal once you’re inside of me,” you purr, pressing your lips to what you hope is Sunghoon’s jaw, but is probably his cheek. You reach down between you to grope at Sunghoon’s bulge, preening once you feel that Sunghoon is as affected by this as you are. “Miss you inside of me more.”

You feels Sunghoon’s cock twitch at that, and arousal pools at your belly, shocks sending to the tips of your toes. Sunghoon lets out a breath, pressing a kiss to your cheek before moving down to press wet kisses to your neck. Sunghoon knows not to leave marks, so you tilt your head to bare your neck to him, humming in content as Sunghoon licks at your skin and collarbones. 

You squirm in Sunghoon’s hold once Sunghoon’s mouth reaches your chest, lips closing around a nipple and laving his tongue over it, sucking lightly. You let out a sigh, pressing your chest against Sunghoon’s mouth and pushing his head down with your hands. You tremble when Sunghoon sucks harder, tongue circling around the bud. 

“Ah, Sunghoon,” you breath out, mind already feeling fuzzy. The fact that you can’t see Sunghoon or see where his hands are going to go next is so hot to you. 

Sunghoon pulls back with a pop. “You’re so pretty.”

You whine, pushing Sunghoon’s head back down. “More—more.”

“More?” Sunghoon hums, amused, before going back down to suck at your other nipple, fingertips brushing the abused one. He rubs a finger over it, pressing down and making a content sound when you flinch.

Sunghoon sucks one last time before pressing kisses down to your stomach, and you hear Sunghoon’s pants crinkle as Sunghoon gets down on his knees. Your hands slip into Sunghoon’s hair instead, and you run your fingers through the strands until you can find a stable grip. You’re ruining Sunghoon’s hair, you know, but hopefully by the time they leave, everyone will have cleared out. Mostly.

You make a sound when you feel Sunghoon nose at your cunt, tongue laving over it and making you feel weak in the knees. Sunghoon runs his hands up your thighs, the touch leaving goosebumps in it’s wake.

You whine when you feel Sunghoon blowing his breath against you, hissing at the air. Sunghoon hums, the sound akin to a fucking cat, then repeats what he said earlier: “So pretty, baby.”

You can only reply with a shaky moan, nodding like Sunghoon can see you. You let out another moan, louder this time, when Sunghoon licks lightly at your clit, licking up the wetness you know is dripping from you like a faucet. Your voice breaks a little when Sunghoon puts his lips around your clit, and sucks.

“Fuck, Sunghoon,” you gasp out at the sensation, letting out another curse when Sunghoon presses his tongue closer against the bud, sucking at the same time. God, if this feels good, you wonder what it’d feel like if— “Shit.”

Sunghoon does this thing with his tongue, pressing it right under the hood of your clit and grazing his teeth just right against your skin, and you almost come on the spot. Sunghoon lets out an approving groan, the sound sending vibrations to your core, and you moan again.

“So—so good, Hoon, you’re so good,” you sigh softly, and Sunghoon lets out another sound. “Could come like this, just from this.”

Sunghoon pulls away then, and you almost whine at the loss of his mouth. “Just from this? I barely even did anything.”

“Shut up,” you grits out, jaw clenching, “you know what you do to me.”

“Do I?” Is Sunghoon’s reply, and then he’s taking you back into his mouth again, this time trailing a finger to your hole. Sunghoon taps your thigh a few times as he moves his head, then simultaneously presses two fingers into you at the same time he sucks your clit, and fuck, Sunghoon is so hot. 

You resist the urge to grind against him, not wanting to hurt Sunghoon, but Sunghoon is letting out a huff through his nose and pulling off again.

“Fuck my mouth,” Sunghoon says, voice hoarse already, and then he’s diving back down. 

“I don’t—don’t want to come too soon, I’m already so close,” you whimper when Sunghoon crooks his fingers just right, tongue still drawing shapes against your clit while doing so. 

Sunghoon doesn’t show any time of stopping soon, and you give into his temptations and grind against Sunghoon’s mouth, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open in a silent moan at the feeling of Sunghoon’s mouth, wet and hot, against you. You can’t help the way you grind your hips forward, just testing. Sunghoon doesn’t make a single sound, no choking, nothing, and you lose it. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you grind your hips down against Sunghoon’s face faster, chasing your high as you use Sunghoon’s mouth and nose as you please. “You’re so—shit—hot.”

Sunghoon makes an approving noise, moaning as you grind on his face. You let out a shaky moan, feeling the familiar clenching inside of you and around his fingers, and everything is just so much that your hips stutter and lose rhythm, the rope in your stomach snapping as you come. Your thighs shake at the intensity of your orgasm, the remnants of your come now getting lapped up by Sunghoon’s tongue. 

Sunghoon swallows it all, and when he pulls away, he sucks at your clit one last time, then stands to press his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on Sunghoon’s tongue, the last remnants of your come that didn’t get swallowed down being fed back into your mouth as Sunghoon pushes his tongue past your lips. 

You flinch in overstimulation when Sunghoon uses his fingers to rub at your swollen clit once again. 

“You’re so wet, fuck.” Sunghoon’s voice sounds strained. 

You nod, panting against Sunghoon’s lips. “Please, I’m ready.”

“God,” Sunghoon groans into your mouth, fingers dipping past the entrance of your hole and into you with little resistance. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Sunghoon slides another finger in between the two, scissoring his fingers and groaning when your hole stretches with ease. Your body shakes in overstimulation, having already come once, but you want to make Sunghoon feel good, to let Sunghoon use your body like he lets you use his. 

“C’mon, Hoon,” You throw your head back when Sunghoon presses his fingers further. “Fuck—ah—fuck me already.”

Sunghoon adds a fourth finger beside his others and hums. “Wanna take my time, especially when you’re such a good girl for me.”

“Sunghoon,” you whine, pushing down against Sunghoon’s fingers and clenching down on them when they graze a certain spot inside of you. “Fingered myself while thinking of you fucking me like this, I can’t wait anymore.”

Sunghoon lets out a small laugh, but it seems to do the trick because he’s pulling his fingers out of your hole in a quickness, flipping you around to press you against the wall. You vibrate with anticipation when you hears Sunghoon’s zipper being pulled down, then the telltale sound of his pants dropping to his ankles. Your mouth parts in a silent gasp when you feels Sunghoon’s cock, hard and wet, slide between your cheeks. Sunghoon is leaving a trail of wetness against your skin, and your mouth waters just picturing it; Sunghoon’s cock, thick and curved, leaking so prettily for you. God, you wonder if there’s a wet patch at the front of Sunghoon’s pants, and you want so badly to check, to lick the remnants of the precome there, to make Sunghoon’s pants and underwear damp and soaked with your saliva mixed and Sunghoon’s wetness. 

You keen when the head of Sunghoon’s cock grazes your hole, the tip slipping inside before it slips out again. You whine, “Sunghoon, no teasing, I want you too much.”

“Sorry,” Sunghoon says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “Forgot how needy you are.”

You pout even though Sunghoon can’t see it, but it’s quickly replaced with a moan as Sunghoon pushes into you, all the way to the hilt. You don't have time to think or breathe as Sunghoon is pulling out again, just until his tip barely breaches you, and slams in again.

Your head lolls forward, cheek squished against the cold surface of the wall as Sunghoon fucks his cock into you, balls slapping against your cheeks and the sound echoing off of every corner of the room. You can only let out little sounds as Sunghoon uses you as he pleases.

“God, you feel so good,” Sunghoon breathes against your neck, shuffling forward so he can press his forehead against your shoulder. “So wet and tight.” You clench down at that, and Sunghoon chuckles. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

You can only whine, whimpering when you feel a little saliva drip out from the corner of your lips. Sunoo and Riki are going to kill him because you’re ruining your makeup, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when Sunghoon is fucking you like this. 

Sunghoon laughs sardonically at your silence. “So fucked out you can’t even speak, hm, baby?”

You whine again, gasping when Sunghoon takes your face into a hand, pressing your cheeks together between his thumb and forefinger. Your face is smushed like this, and you lets out a surprised moan when Sunghoon pulls your head back, forcing you to lean against his chest with his fingers still on your face.

“Wish I could see how you looked right now,” Sunghoon groans out, hips flush against yours. He grinds into you slowly, and you can feel Sunghoon’s cock twitching inside of you as he speaks. “Bet you look even prettier like this, not even being able to think with a cock inside of you.”

“Sunghoon,” you whine out, clenching around Sunghoon sporadically. 

“Oh, so you can speak,” Sunghoon pauses, “guess I’m not doing good enough, then.” And then Sunghoon is lowering you to the floor, moving to brace your hands on the wall then gripping your hips to bend you over, the sounds of your heels clicking against the floor. “Don’t fall, baby.”

You let out choruses of moans that trail off into higher pitched noises as Sunghoon fucks you faster, harder this time. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other are so loud, it’s all you can focus on, and you fear that whoever walks by the closet will know what the both of you are doing, will hear you getting fucked like this, in a closet. The thought of it has you tightening up again, and before you know it, you’re coming a second time. 

Sunghoon lets out a surprised moan, groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. 

“Fuck, you—you’re so,” Sunghoon doesn’t finish his sentence, pressing forward another time to be as deep as he can as he comes. You tremble at the feeling of Sunghoon filling you up, and it only makes you come harder, body shaking as you falls forward, forehead resting against the wall.

Sunghoon presses kisses onto your shoulder and back as he helps you upright, still grinding his cock into you. You whine, clenching weakly around Sunghoon’s cock. Your breaths even out after a few minutes, and you yelp when Sunghoon experimentally thrusts his hips once, twice forward.

“No more, Hoon, I can’t—” you say, breathless again.

Sunghoon kisses your shoulder again, nuzzling his nose against your skin. “Come back to my hotel.”

“Was waiting for you to ask,” you reply, and you feels Sunghoon’s laugh against your skin. 

“Or, maybe I’ll go back to yours,” Sunghoon presses his cheek against your shoulder.

“That’s a first,” you joke, and Sunghoon grinds forward. “Sunghoon!”

“So, yes?” Sunghoon rubs soothing patterns onto your sides.

“When have I ever said no to you?” You say, fondly.

“Never.” Sunghoon concludes.

“Exactly,” you roll your eyes. “Clean me up.”

“I don’t think there’s anything in here…” Sunghoon trails off.

“Sunghoon!”

Your dress is going to be horribly ruined. You don’t know how you’re going to explain the mess to Sunoo and Riki, but when Sunghoon licks the come from your hole and thighs, and cleans your cunt with his tongue, you find that you don't care as much as you should.

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XO sunoo and riki's brand PARADOXXX heeseung, jake, and jay's brand

a/n: hope u enjoyed pt.2, thank u for taking the time to read this if u have gotten this far! pls like and reblog or leave any comments or asks for me hehe ♡ my taglist is currently open, pls lmk if you would like to be added to it :3 and pls let me know if u found any mistakes.. did not want to proofread this

[hurtspideyparker]

Happy Hogan and his Nemesis (a Teenager with ADHD)

Peter Parker is a very unorganized SI intern who inadvertently and constantly terrorizes Happy Hogan, the head of security.

Peter regularly forgets his badge and sets off alarms, and then goes "you know me, I'm here all the time!" to any and everyone who stops him

Peter who steals very expensive and weaponizable tech because "I thought I could work on it a bit at home?"

Peter who accidentally wanders to restricted areas because "well I'm always curious what others are working on, I'm here to learn" ("how did you even get in, there are three locked doors between here and the elevator?!" "well first I saw my janitor friend and she opened the door for me to chat, the second one was propped open, and the third time I just walked in after this random guy. If he called security on me then he's really telling on himself...")

Happy who is always trying to get this random intern fired for his irresponsibility, terrible time management, spying, and dangerous lack of safety protocol, and yet he still comes in everyday to Happy's (and HR's) disgruntled amazement

Peter: Happy! Happy! Tell these guys to let me through!

Happy: Only my friends call me that, 16 year old interns do not.

Peter: Sorry, sorry. Mr. Hogan, please tell these guys I work here. I just misplaced my badge again

Happy: Peter you need that badge, what if you were fired? I can't be letting just anyone into the building

Peter: I so was not fired, ask FRIDAY

FRIDAY: Confirmed sir, Peter Parker is still employed with Stark Industries

Happy: God I know it's true but I don't know HOW

Happy becomes convinced the boy is part of a corporate espionage scheme and someone is hacking their system to delete all the complaints against him. He starts to stalk Peter to watch out for any nefarious activity, like poisoning the scientists' coffee orders

This (one-sided) feud comes to an end when Happy learns that this is not one of hundreds of interns within the company, but Tony Stark's personal intern. Tony loves this kid and waves off any and all HR complaints. To Happy's chagrin Peter is, in fact, an irreplaceable genius, and not a complete moron who only got the internship through nepotism

Happy: What the hell is he doing here, he's gonna get you killed! Either he's a spy or he's an idiot. Actually he's probably both, because I catch him doing shady stuff all the time

Tony: Who, Peter? He works for me directly. I hired the kid on his emails alone, but then I saw his work. That medical imaging model that's 30% cheaper for hospitals to run? He did that his first week here

Happy: But...but...

Peter: Happy do you think you could make the badges pink? I don't think I'd lose it if it was pink, the white is so boring. Also I need a new one, I stepped on mine again :(

Happy: 20 years I've worked for you, you finally start to retire, then hire someone just as chaotic but 3 times younger. Tony Stark Jr... This job is going to kill me.

[rene-spade]

miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry

poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)

synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?

note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people 😭✌️ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry

WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)

miss.y/n📍belle river, la

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miss.y/n back where I belong ☀️🌷🐊🐝🐍🌿🐠

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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby 🤗

miss.y/n yes maman 🤞😊 you know I’m protected

user oop who’s protecting you miss ma’am

user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd 😩😩🙏 I’ve needed y/n’s cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE 🗣️

charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange 😍 but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!

see translation | your mom is right

user stopp didn’t y/n break things off with them???

user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back 💪🗣️

carlossainz55 hope you’re doing well mi dulce ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isn’t happening

user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3

user SHE’S BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH

user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere 😭 what is pierre part??

user3 how didn’t you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun

user this might be a reach but y’all think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show 🤣🤣

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Alex’s leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. She’d been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charles’ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. They’d grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldn’t understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.

“No answer.” She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit she’d had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.

“She left us for a swamp man.” Charles pathetically finished Alex’s thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.

“Don’t say it like that!” Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, “She didn’t leave us— not in that way! I told you she was homesick!”

Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman who’d ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. You’d visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasn’t home to you like Louisiana. You’d met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alex’s part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.

When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.

“With us is her home.” Charles replied, sucking his teeth.

“I can’t even—” Alex didn’t have to finish, the two had the same thought. They can’t even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.

x

Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chance— but this wasn’t what they were expecting.

Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, “He doesn’t have any recent social media so I can’t even stalk him.”

“So we will just go there!”

“And what? Become swamp people?” Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.

“Cha, that’s so ridiculous.” Alex mumbled.

“It is—!” Kika agreed suspiciously fast, “I just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?” It’d only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.

They’d only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Well— it wasn’t technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didn’t take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers weren’t blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didn’t hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charles’ now 3-month-long denial stage.

“le lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?” Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)

“They might have a point,” Daniel winced with a wide grin, “I think you’ll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?”

“None of you are visiting our girlfriend!” Alex frowned.

“Ex,” Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, “She jus’ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.”

“I knew this would happen.” Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, “cet endroit est sa maison.” (that place is her home)

“You’ve never heard ‘if you love something, let it go’? If it’s meant to be, she’ll come back.” Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.

“We just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didn’t mean to take her away from her home—”

But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestly— you were lovely. He imagined he’d be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.

“I don’t understand why she ran away like that!” Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your part— a mean way to get their attention.

“His ears are a little big.” Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.

“et cela! regarde nos oreilles!” (and that! look at our ears!)

Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, “Maybe he’s just a nice guy, man!”

“We are nice!”

“Let me see.” Carlos walked around the table to see Alex’s phone.

She’d googled the name of your alleged new boyfriend— Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show ‘Swamp People’; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.

“Eh,” Carlos shrugged, “his ears aren’t that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?”

“Exactly! He is a pervert! I’m calling her again, actually.”

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miss.y/n 📍pierre part, la

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miss.y/n me and my dirty swamp man foreva 🤞💛🌷🦆

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user STOPPP SHE SAID THAT’S MY MAN N IMMA STICK BY HIMMMM

user2 stfu 😭✋ the fact that this man most likely has no idea that this is going on

user3 his brother liking her posts and filling him in

miss.y/n jokes on y’all Jacob doesn’t know what’s going on either

bellahadid beautiful lily faery and her dirty swamp bf <3

miss.y/n <3 literally

user BELLA⁉️

arthur_leclerc beautiful view of the water, ma sœur!

see translation | my sister

user THEY SENT Y/NS FAVORITE LECLERC BROTHER IN TO PLAY DAMAGE CONTROL

user2 not “my sister” 😭😭😭 leclercs let her go challenge

user y/n’s harem coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 😭😂🤣

x

this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee

taglist; @alliwantisadonut @splaterparty0-0 @charizznorizz

Ren

[cheri-cheri]

25 Canon Facts about Caleb - Part 2

As someone with the memory of a goldfish and an insatiable thirst for Caleb content, I'm embarking on a mini project to collate facts about him based on in-game texts \( ´ ꒳ ` )/♡ Let's appreciate our precious apple boy together!

✧ Part 1 ll Part 3 ll Part 4

Caleb and MC participated in a handmade lantern making contest. [Event - Masterwork Lantern]

When building models, MC does the designing and Caleb does the building. Caleb attributes his aptitude in building models to MC and her sometimes complicated ideas. [Event - Masterwork Lantern]

Caleb sent MC a link about how sleeping positions reflect one's personality and revealed that he is aware of MC's various sleeping positions. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb mostly sleeps on his back, on his side, in a side-punch position or a freefall position. MC noted that based on the link, people who sleep on their stomachs have controlling behavioural tendencies and like to hide their emotions. MC also noted that people who sleep on their back have high standards for themselves and others and dislike disorder. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb clarified that his only rule for MC is for her to prioritise herself no matter what, and that he has high standards for himself so that he can protect MC better. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb picked out MC's old bedsheets and pillows. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

One of the Farspace Fleet's most important jobs is providing protocore energy to Skyhaven. The Fleet is also the only one with enough combat experience to operate inside the Deepspace Tunnel. The Fleet has been criticised for having too much authority as it sometimes has the final say over everything in Skyhaven. [Daily - The Returner]

For now, Caleb plans to avoid showing up in front of people who know him in Linkon. [Daily - The Returner]

Caleb noticed when MC's eyes were red and that she kept rubbing them. He sent her eye masks and eye health supplements. [Daily - Eye Care Guide]

Caleb learnt some eye exercises during his days in the Aerospace Academy. There is a text option where he decides to visit MC to teach them to her. [Daily - Eye Care Guide]

The accounting book that young MC used as a grudge diary to record the times Caleb made her mad was actually a gift from Caleb when she won her first essay competition titled "20 Reasons Why Caleb Makes Life Better!" [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When young MC wrote something in the grudge diary, she would read everything out loud to make sure Caleb knew what she was writing. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, MC and Caleb once went out to play and got lost in the woods. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, Caleb refused to let MC have ice cream when she had a cold. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, Caleb gave MC a wish coupon but she lost it before she could use it. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

MC confessed that the aside from complaints, she also wrote down all the silly things Caleb did when he tried cheer her up. Caleb acknowledged that he was often the reason why MC needed cheering up in the first place. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

MC and Caleb used to sneak out of study hall after school. Caleb would camp outside her classroom whenever he wanted to help her to skip class. [Daily - Auditorium Escape]

The plushies that MC and Caleb win from the claw machine are kept in Caleb's home. An exception is the plane plushie which Caleb insisted that MC keeps. [Daily - Let It Fall]

MC and Caleb have a shared New Year's album where they store the photos that they take together. The password to the shared album is a shortened version of "Caleb is a big dummy". They have many shared New Year's albums from over the years. [Daily - New Year Journey]

MC and Caleb participated in a "Letters to Strangers" message relay event without telling each other. The notebook ended up with Caleb and he recognised MC's handwriting on a page she wrote on from around a year ago. [Daily - Letter to a Stranger]

Caleb has a high tolerance for sour things. He dries lemon peels for tea. [Daily - Naked Lemon]

MC has purchased a rug alarm, maze alarm clock and flying alarm clock but none of them are as effective or experienced in waking MC up. [Daily - Rug Alarm]

Caleb sent MC celestial coordinates to a beautiful nebula. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

During his breaks between patrol missions, Caleb always wonders about what MC is doing. Otherwise, he finds the time spent away from MC too hard to bear. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

Caleb and MC ran into her colleagues at the planetarium and she introduced him as a friend. Caleb hoped that if a similar situation were to happen again, she would introduce him by name. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

❀ Masterlist

[muletia]

this isn't a request especially as I see you doing write for rescue bots, but rather there is a rescue bots specific piece of information I'm not sure you know, which is that the bots canonically get jealous when their human partners ride in other vehicles, especially vehicles that have their same function, and I can't think of any good reasons for that to happen in like tfp but I think the canon of at least one continuity (esp bc rescue bots is connected to prime) lining up kind of perfectly with your obsessed/yandere verse is so fun, I love your writing sm

I didn’t know that, thanks for the fun fact! (Man, I really need to catch up on Rescue Bots, I’ve heard it’s a good show.) By the way, the fact that Rescue Bots, Prime, RID, and the Cybertron games are all part of the same continuity is wild 💀

I think the jealousy over vehicles would mostly come from younger bots, specifically Smokescreen and Bumblebee. I mean, they have such cool alt modes. People love sports cars, right? You’ve complimented their choice of car models so many times, you’ve appreciated their speed, and you love how they drive you everywhere; so why would you keep using your own car? They’re always at your beck and call! They’d even wait for hours outside your workplace so you’d never have to use your car again <3. In their case, even just admiring some interesting sports car is a bad idea because they’d immediately get jealous and do everything they can to show you they’re better than that pile of scrap (you almost got a speeding ticket). Afterward, they’d demand cuddles to cheer up and beg with puppy-like optics for you to promise them you won’t ride in other cars anymore. You’ll promise, right?

I think Starscream could also feel jealous sometimes, but his reasoning would be more along the lines of: I’m faster and better than that pathetic automobile you drive, so you must stop using it. He doesn’t grasp that humans generally don’t use fighter jets to get to work or the store, so your insistence on keeping your car would seriously wound his ego. He’d also complain endlessly about your choice of transportation, never letting it go until you either cave in or just learn to live with his constant bitching about how you don’t need any other means of transportation besides him and how you’re an idiot if you think otherwise.

[klemen-tine]

Glass Bones and Paper Skin Part 2

Platonic! Bruce x Model! GN! Reader

First Part

Part 3

Trigger Warnings: Hint at suicide, Body Issues, Eating problems (not a disorder), Child Neglect, stalking

This is more of the family side than it is of Bruce. Next part will be everyone.

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“Young Master Y/N, what a pleasant surprise.” Y/N smiled at Alfred, opening their arms and sagging in relief once they hugged the butler. The three hour car ride had been tense, with everyone asking questions and Y/N trying their hardest to be polite while not losing it. The fashion show still fresh in their mind, and the clothing Francesca had given them was gently folded and placed in the trunk of the car. 

“It is good to see you, Alfred. It’s been too long.” The old man huffed, “Indeed. A year of only phone calls and cards does make it seem like it was a century ago since I last saw your face… in person.” Y/N smiled, giving Alfred a playful look before remembering where they are and how they got here. 

The smile on their face became practiced, expression smoothening out as they turned to face the rest of the family who were all waiting patiently. Dick was smiling brightly, unraveling his scarf and walking forward, “Hey Alfie, you should have seen our Y/N walk. They really made the show.” 

“I find it insulting they made you walk last,” Damian chimed and crossed his arms. Y/N gave him a small smile, “Being a closer is as much of a compliment as being the opener.” The young boy scrunched his nose, “I preferred the show in Paris.” 

“Francesca Gabbana designed the piece, Alfred you’ll have to see it.” Tim was the one carrying the case that had the piece in it. The old man hummed, “I saw it on the television, but perhaps seeing it in person will be better.” Jason shrugged, walking in and gently nudging Y/N with his larger shoulders, “Although, did she have to make the Bat symbol just the front piece? It barely covered anything.” Y/N could see his jaw clench like the very thought of other people seeing Y/N’s stomach. 

Bruce was the last to walk in, shrugging off his coat and hanging it over his arm, “Fashion designers do not care about function, only beauty.” Y/N smiled tensely, “It is a form of art.” The older man smiled at Y/N, and the model couldn’t get rid of the image of the Bruce they saw backstage. 

“Of course it is. One of the most demanding forms of art as well.” Y/N couldn’t place the tone, but there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. Alfred shuffled, “Well, dinner is almost ready. Young Master Y/N, if you want you can wash up in one of the guest bathrooms. Your room is currently being used as a trophy room.” Y/N chuckled, “Oh dear, you’re not hanging up my photos are you?” 

“I did tell you I would be.” Y/N shook their head, “Thanks Alfred, but I don’t have any clothes here.” An arm swung around their shoulder, and Y/N stiffened under the sudden touch. Jason was smiling at them, “C’mon Y/N, we have some clothes for you.” Y/N felt the sudden spike again in their spine, alerting them that something was amiss and only bad things would happen if they asked questions. From how everyone was looking at them, Y/N specifically, it was like they were waiting for Y/N to ask. Impatiently waiting for that landmine to explode in front of them. 

“How kind of you, I wasn’t expecting that.” Y/N jumped over it. 

“Of course! How could we not have clothes ready for when our younger sibling comes home. Even though it’s been almost three years, I hope everything still fits right.” Just to land on another landmine. Y/N kept the smile on, years of being talked down to by photographers have helped them create the perfect mask of politeness. 

“So, which bathroom in which guest room?” Tim stepped forward and gently guided Y/N out from under Jason’s arm and further into the manor. Y/N stayed half a step behind, taking in the gothic manor and the decorations littering the hallway. 

Out of all the siblings, Y/N is closest with Tim. Not really siblings, and not really even friends, but if his relationship could be described as a length rope attached to each person, Tim’s would be the second shortest. Right after Alfred. They are close in age, and Tim was the first one to comment on Y/N’s photo when Y/N had first started modeling. 

It was only once, and it may have been in passing, but Y/N had held that interaction close to their heart. The first and last comment from a sibling about their modeling. An acknowledgement of sorts, that made Y/N momentarily believe that they were noticeable, only for that to be squished that same day. 

“You’re photo in the Cosmetology magazine, it looks really good. Red suits you.” 

The way that color looked on Y/N was the same as how a red rose looked on a green stem; like it was always meant to be. Y/N has seen the comparisons between them and their mother. M/N L/N was a beautiful woman, with large eyes and pouty lips, the very definition of innocence. A puppy-dog look that fit so naturally on her face. 

A white rose. 

While Y/N had a more sultry tone, a more powerful presence, one that demanded attention. 

A red rose. Not so innocent, or pure, but who can be when you see your own mother dead in the bathtub. Drug allegations and the loss of her popularity caused her downfall, and she loved her popularity more than she loved her child. Y/N finds it hard to blame her, because after they have gotten a taste of what beauty can get them, they can see why their mother got addicted to the camera flashes. 

The assurance that yes, they are beautiful. They are beautiful and worthy of the cameras. 

But with every camera flash, is a terrible comment. A terrible blog, highlighting their faults and insecurities. Someone dissecting every motion they made, every microexpression, ever comment. 

“Here you are, Y/N.” Y/N’s attention snapped back and sure enough they were in front of the door. Tim waited patiently for Y/N to enter, “Thank you, Tim.” The young man shrugged, “Sure. Clothes can be found in the dresser and shoes in the closet.” Y/N nodded, waiting for the other to leave. Instead Tim turned around and faced Y/N, waiting for the other with a raised brow, “You’re not going to ask about the clothes?” 

Y/N gulped, “I feel like if I ask, I won’t like the answer. I’d rather live in ignorance for now.” They walked past Tim, opening and closing the door, but before they saw Tim grin and a smile played out on his lips, “Smart.” 

They locked the door, and when they turned around Y/N nearly collapsed. They pressed their back into the door as they stared at the room in mild terror. Their room from their condo, fully paid off condo, was present in front of Y/N. The same color palette, the same furniture, hell even the bookshelves are the same. Gulping, Y/N walked further in and when they opened the dresser, their jaw clenched and fingers shook. 

The exact same clothes. 

The bathroom was their saving grace, or so they thought. It didn’t look like their bathroom in the condo, save for the same colored towels. That was until they opened the shower and saw full bottles of the same brand soap, shampoo, conditioner, masks, everything. 

“Just like home. It is just like home, Y/N. Only in the Manor.” They mumbled to themselves, stripping in front of the shower stall and jumping in and not even waiting for the water to get hot. They wanted in and out as quickly as possible. Washing their hair, their body, and not even bothering to do the usual masks and scrubs. 

Jumping out, they quickly towel dried themselves and threw on the robe that was so familiar. 

“Routine… keep to the routine…” Body lotion, while the skin is still damp so it can absorb into the skin better, followed by an oil. For the face it was a double cleanse, first an oil based then water-based, followed by toner, retinol, serums, hyaluronic acid, moisturizer, and face oil. Teeth will be after the meal, but hair… 

“Moisturizer, blow dry, and then oil.” Y/N continued to mutter, trying desperately to not go crazy as the familiar brands flashed across their face and they had to use it like normal. They had too. Cause if they don’t, then Y/N knows that they will go crazy. 

They don’t bother to look in the dresser again, already on the verge of having a nervous breakdown, and instead they opted to flop onto the bed. Y/N buried their face in the pillow, and tried to not think about anything. They tried to force their mind blank, just how they did on the runway. 

“Y/N, are you ready?” Only it wasn’t working. Sitting up, Y/N stared at the door and contemplated answering. The carefully crafted facade was cracking and Y/N doesn’t know if they can keep the mask on any longer. From the multiple shows this week, to the shows earlier today, then this, the mask had outworn its use and now it is slowly begging to be taken off. 

“One minute please.” Only they can’t. Not here. Definitely not here. 

Peeling themselves off of the bed, Y/N stripped out of the robe and grabbed the first shirt they saw, underwear, and jeans. Their house slippers were right next to the dresser, and Y/N wanted to cry. All of it was getting too much and they're not sure how much longer they can be doing this. 

Opening the door, Dick and Jason were the ones waiting for them. Dick grinned, “How insulting of you to look so great in only jeans and a crew neck, making the rest of us look like toads.” Y/N chuckled, closing the door behind them, “I am a model, its my job to look good in every style of clothing.” 

Dick laughed, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulder he pulled the other close. Close enough that Y/N could smell the detergent used on Dick’s clothes, and body heat radiating off of the other. They started walking, Jason keeping silent while Dick chatted to Y/N, catching the other up on the past year. 

“There are more to the family now, but they won’t be at dinner today. Cass is with Steph, Duke is studying, and Barbara has dinner with her own family to join.” Y/N nodded, ignoring the small sting that others can be welcomed in while they couldn’t be. Instead, they kept the conversation polite, “How nice! It must be worthwhile to have so many people here.” Dick grinned, and there was a type of sharpness to it that had Y/N squirming. 

“Yeah, but it was never really a full house because not everyone was here.” A jab at Y/N, who muscled through it, “Well, modeling is a travel-heavy job. There was no time to come back.” The brothers stayed quiet, leading Y/N to the dining room table where everything and everyone was sitting and waiting patiently. 

Bruce caught their eyes, and motioned for them to sit at the empty seat next to him, Tim on the other side. Y/N walked over, and took the seat graciously, trying to ignore the weight in their stomach that was making their throat close. Alfred emerged, and like the true butler he was, he began setting their plates in front of them. Perfectly made and being presented beautifully on the white ceramic plates with gold leaf designs. 

Their favorite meal, one that always had Y/N running down the stairs when Alfred would announce his plans to make it, sat perfectly in the center of the plate. Its been so long since Y/N had it, no one quite makes it like Alfred does, and plus its just not really in Y/N’s diet. 

But Alfred made it. Alfred put his time and effort into making it, and Y/N is not going to spit on that. Once everyone had their plate, the dinner table became loud with chatter. Just like hoow it used to be. Dick would carry the conversation for the entire table, Jason would make sarcastic remarks, Tim intelligent ones, Damian’s would be snide, and Bruce would look exhausted the entire time. However, he still partook in them, letting his kids have the family moment of conversing with their parental figure. Smiling and chuckling as he did so, Bruce tried to be that good father figure. 

And Y/N just sits there. They eat quietly and think about their next photo shoot, the next trends that they need to hop on, the workout routine they need to adhere by. Questions do not get thrown their way– 

“Now that fashion season is over, what are your plans Y/N?” E/C eyes blink owlishly, staring at Dick in wonder as all eyes focus on them. 

“Oh, uh, um, well its normally rest season for us, but I have plans to schedule a few photoshoots, commercials, and I know Maya has been talking about me becoming a brand ambassador.” Y/N wants to keep the momentum. Y/N wants to be kept busy to get and stay away from here. 

“You’re not going to rest?” Jason questioned, raising a brow and Y/N shrugged, “I plan to take a few weeks off, but modeling doesn’t really have a set time.” It isn’t a 9-5 job, or vigilante job. Y/N will have to make public appearances, showing up to Galas, grand openings, other fashion shows, fashion shoots, and a lot of traveling. 

Bruce hummed, “Sounds like you’re running yourself thin.” Y/N gulped, “It sounds like a lot, but most of it is traveling and getting ready. Besides, I like being busy.” In high school, Y/N would go from school the the modeling agency where they would schedule photo shoots and commercials. Then it would be meeting with dieticians, personal trainers, estheticians, and then more meeting for future goals. The next steps. 

Y/N was always busy, but so was their mother and she managed. She was a single mother and a high end fashion model. If she can do it, then there is no reason Y/N can’t. 

“But there are other stuff right? Like you need to get facials to make sure your skin looks nice, and working out,” Damian chimed in, and Y/N blinked in surprise at the youngest contributing to the conversation. They smiled, “That’s not really tiring, it’s just time consuming.” 

Alfred walked back into the dining room, a dessert platter in his hands, “Then it is good you will be resting here. Take a few days to enjoy being free.” A cheesecake was set down in front of Y/N, and Alfred pointedly stared at the half eaten meal. He gave Y/N a raised brow, and while the model would normally smile and reassure the man that they would eat later, their face was full of shock, “What do you mean a ‘few days?’” 

Bruce wiped the corner of his lips with a napkin, “A few days. Rest here for a few days, it’ll be good for you and for everyone else.” Y/N gulped, “Why is it good for everyone else if I stay?” 

“Of course it’s good for us. Family sticks together obviously, and with you running off, it really sent things haywire.” There it was again. The phrase ‘running off’ as if it was something Y/N actually did. They smiled, “You’re sounding like Tim. I did not run off, I moved out.” Bruce’s brow furrowed, “ ‘Moved out,’ huh. I didn’t realize moving out meant leaving without so much as a goodbye.” 

“The things you left behind, you scheduled people to grab them and throw them out. Alfred was the one to stop them from touching your room,” Dick stated. Those blue eyes keep Y/N locked in their seat. The smile on the oldest sibling’s face was anything but kind, “It’s like you wanted to erase yourself from this manor. You left behind almost nothing that would trace you to us.” 

“Not a number to call. We had to get it from Alfred,” Jason chimed, taking a bite of the chocolate mousse cake. 

“Or a letter explaining where you went.” Damian took a sip of the tea. 

“Or an address.” Tim gulped his cup of coffee, all of them watching Y/N. They way their sibling’s shoulders tensed and that fake smile became more and more downturned. Bruce spoke once more, “It seems like you don’t even want to be a Wayne. Taking your mother’s last name despite the controversies.” 

Y/N’s smile turned bitter, “I took her last name because Wayne is more influential and I wanted to start with as little influence as possible. Plus, legally my last name is still L/N.” Bruce met Y/N’s gaze, “And look how many speculations you got for drug use.” 

“...Since when did you read gossip?” 

“The moment my kid’s photo is attached to that piece of gossip.” Y/N is still aware of all the blogs accusing them of drug-use, the same blogs that accused M/N. People using her photos to compare their features and just cause more drama. 

Y/N took a bite of the cheesecake, and the tension at the table was thick. Usually it was between Dick and Bruce, or Jason and Bruce. Never between Y/N though. Although, Y/N never spoke at the table so maybe that is why they were arguing? Can this even be considered an argument? 

Alfred cleared his throat, “While talking is appreciated, arguments stay away from the dinner table.” So it was an argument. Y/N apologized to the man and took another bite of the cheesecake. Their mind filled with the workout they are going to have to do to burn this off. 

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Alfred watched the child he considered a grandchild drink their tea, brewed in the darkness of the kitchen and now sitting at the dinner table again. While a year may not seem long, for Alfred it was. Y/N, who had been there for half a decade, had been glued to Alfred’s side. The man always taking the teen to and from school, and then sometimes to their gigs. 

It was Alfred that took Y/N to their first audition to be a model, and it seems like it was only a few days before he received a call from a woman claiming to be M/N L/N’s manager, and while she may not be Y/N’s manager, her daughter will be. Alfred liked Maya. The young woman always let him know of Y/N’s gigs, she would pick the young teen up and drop him off, and she tried to be as helpful as she could. Maya was a woman born to manage models and their busy and demanding schedules. 

What Alfred didn’t like, was that Maya still had the old school model critiques. Alfred gaped at the woman when she handed him a list of diets for Y/N to ‘lose weight.’ A 15 year old Y/N, who was already slender, now being told they had to be skinny but toned. A child being told that ice cream was no longer an option, and their favorite burgers were banned. 

He furrowed at the training regime, wondering how agencies can expect a teenager to be toned like their already full adult models. Nonstop cardio, ab workouts, and toning exercises. Then strut practice, because if Y/N was M/N’s child, then they were made for the runway. Born to walk in front of cameras and audiences. 

“If Y/N wants to be a model, then sacrifices have to be made,” Was Maya’s response to Alfred's inquiries. She assured him that Y/N would still be eating, and she encouraged Y/N to eat, but now those meals were restricted to certain foods. 

Alfred watched as Y/N struggled at first, their own plate different from the others, and how the blisters on their toes and heels bled through their socks and bandaids. The old man watched as the training and strut practice became an everyday routine. Y/N walked on the wobbling plyboard, barely wide enough for one foot, and the amount of times they fell off of it. The books stacked on their head for good posture and balance, followed by walking on an incline in those uncomfortable shoes, then training the muscles to the point of exhaustion. 

He had watched the child-like baby fat on Y/N’s cheeks melt off and expose cheekbones that looked tight against the skin. Y/N still looked beautiful, not more or less, but Alfred could see the exhaustion in those young eyes and how Y/N juggles modeling and being a student. 

Y/N didn’t even go to their high school graduation, choosing instead to head to Paris for their first ever abroad photoshoot. That kickstarted the traveling and runway model career. Once Y/N got their highschool diploma, they were out the door and becoming busier and busier. 

“I see you still drink onion skin tea so late at night.” Y/N smiled up at Alfred, “Of course. I was shocked to see that you still keep the skins.” The older man sat across from Y/N, nursing his own cup of tea “Of course. In case you ever visited, I thought it would be great to have some in stock.” Y/N gave Alfred a ‘really?’ look, continuing to sip on the still hot tea.

“I saw the piece you wore today,” Alfred started the conversation. 

“It truly is a beautiful piece of work.” Y/N’s jaw clenched, “Did you know about-” Y/N waved a hand in the air, “- about Bruce calling to commission a piece?” The old man took a sip of the earl gray. Y/N shook their head, unable to be upset, “Alfred, a call about that would have been appreciated.” 

“An address would also be appreciated but seeing as you have withheld that information, I saw no harm in sharing Master Bruce’s commission.” Y/N deflated, rubbing their forehead with their fingers, “Alfie-” 

“You only use that name when you know you’re about to be in trouble, so you might as well just say it, Young Master Y/N.” Y/N’s cheeks blushed and their lips pouted, “Alfie, I told you that the reason I didn’t tell you my address is because I am always traveling. I’d feel awful if you showed up and I wasn’t there.” 

“There’s a wonderful contraption called a cellphone, Young Master Y/N. I would call before making that trek over.” Y/N groaned, setting his cup down and trying not to crumble in front of the grandfather figure. Answering to Alfred was always harder than answering to Bruce. 

“Alfie–” 

“Young Master Y/N, I understand your hesitancy is sharing in your life with others. Life was lonely here, and I understand wanting to forget that. However, having only a number to call you is terrifying. What if something happens and I cannot help you?” Y/N gazed sadly at Alfred, “Life wasn’t lonely, Alfie. I had you, right?” 

Alfred Pennyworth, Y/N’s saving grace and lifeline. The person who is proof that Y/N was not alone in the Wayne Manor. The butler always willing to lend an ear when Y/N vented their frustrations, and when tears escaped their E/C eyes. He is Y/N’s biggest supporter. Always buying a magazine that had Y/N in it, and he would listen to Y/N critique the pose and the facial expression. Then he would give Y/N a slice of cheesecake and compliment Y/N, in both the photo and in person. 

Always reassuring the other that a cheat day will not set him back, and rest is what the body needs the most. Reassuring Y/N that their mother would be proud, that Bruce notices them, and that Y/N’s siblings do in fact love them. 

“Besides, why would you even want to visit? My place wouldn’t be as grand as this–” 

“It would be to make sure your fridge is stocked and that you are eating. You have always been the worst when it comes to eating, and I worry that your fridge and pantry are empty.” Alfred doesn’t have to guess that Y/N’s fridge is empty, because he knows it is. 

He knows that Y/N’s fridge is empty besides some drinks, and that the pantry is only snacks. While Y/N may have the excuse of being gone for so long, traveling and whatnot, Alfred knows that Y/N does not spend a lot of money on food. Y/N spends more money on clothes, jewlery, facial and hair care products, than they do on groceries. 

Y/N doesn’t even look ashamed. Nervous, yeah, but not ashamed. They sip their tea without making eye contact. Time to change the subject. 

“Why is Bruce, and all the boys, all of a sudden interested in what I do?” Alfred didn’t Y/N out on the obvious change in conversation, but he let it slide. The old man sighed, “Why would a parent not be interested in what their child is doing?” 

“Alfred.” 

“Young Master Y/N, you have worked tirelessly to get to the position you are now. With no help from the family, you had spent your late mother’s money to audition, then to pay your managers, and now you are making it big within the industry. Is it wrong for a parent to congratulate their child?” Y/N bit their  lip, “So its because I’m finally someone now? Was I not worth attention because I chose not to be Robin?” 

“Young Master Y/N–” 

“I don’t care about that. Like I told Bruce, it wasn’t abuse or anything, he just simply didn’t have time for me and that’s fine. I’m not mad about that.” Alfred watched Y/N get worked up, and E/C begin to shift in nervousness, “What I am talking about is why did Bruce pay off my Condo, and why does he have access to my bank account?” 

Silence fell across the table. Y/N staring at Alfred expectantly, while the butler finished his tea. Once done, he grabbed his and Y/N’s tea cup and headed towards the kitchen. 

“Perhaps, that is a Master Bruce question.” Y/N made a sound of annoyance, throwing themselves back into the chair and scrunching their nose. Standing up from the table, Y/N said goodnight to Alfred, and proceeded up that stairs and into dark hallways. Y/N wasn’t ready to go back to the guest room, feeling their heart rate spike whenever they thought of the replicated room. 

Instead, they walked down familiar halls towards a room-now-turned-trophy room. They reached for the doorknob, but found themselves unable to open it. Y/N didn’t want to see all the photos Alfred had kept throughout the years. Rather, what caught Y/N’s attention was the lacking of doors in the hallway. There used to be two more doors on their left, but instead there was now one. The area where the second door was, was perfectly sealed and now blended into the wall. 

Y/N took a deep breath, and opened the door. They used to be guest rooms as well. The two rooms had queen-sized beds and armoires for the unexpected guests that popped up. Y/N’s room used to be a guest-room, but they ended up liking the privacy because no one else’s room was around their’s. In fact, it was the guest room across from Y/N’s room that they had turned into the practice room, seeing that no one came down this hallway. 

However, clearly people were not because of the renovation done. 

When the door opened, Y/N sought out the light switch. The room was pitch black, and the last thing Y/N wanted to do was trip over something. Feeling around the wall, Y/N rejoiced when they felt the familiar switch and flicked it on. Once the bright light filled the room, Y/N took a deep breath. They were expecting a game room, or an indoor swimming people because that seems like something a rich person would do. Turning two guest rooms into a pool despite it being on the second floor. 

Something not exactly normal, but expected. 

Y/N didn’t expect this. Gone was the wall that separated the two bedrooms, making it one long room, and all the furniture was absent. No more beds, armoires, and it looks like even the bathrooms were gutted and turned into part of the room. All the tables, rugs, sofas, everything that was once in those rooms, were now gone besides the chandeliers that hung on the ceiling. Filling the room with a bright light, that didn’t fit the manor aesthetic at all, and illuminating everything that was in the room. 

While the furniture was gone, the room was not empty. Mannequins lined the walls, on their own podiums and glass cases. While seeing them bare would have been scary, seeing them dressed in the clothes that Y/N had worn on the runways was more terrifying. Y/N, in the runway season alone, walked 86 shows. That is the runways season alone, not including the other smaller shows they have done since graduating high school almost a year ago. 

These weren’t all of the clothes they have worn, there was still a large amount and they were the most iconic pieces. Pieces that a designer would never want to give someone. 

Y/N walked further in, taking in the first mannequin on the right, and they noted that the mannequin looked eerily similar to Y/N. Only missing the facial features and hair, but it looked like the proportions were almost spot on. 

The plastic doll had on the outfit from a runway show earlier in the year, when Y/N walked for Versace. A simple long blazer with deep V cut, stopping mid-thighs where only an inch of skin was shown before thigh boots bedazzled in gold, diamonds, emeralds, and other precious jewels took over the rest of the legs. The earrings they wore were poked into the mannequin's own ears and the bracelets hung off the dainty wrists. In the glass case, next to the mannequin, was the photo taken of Y/N when they were walking. 

The next case was a piece they wore when walking for a newer fashion-designer, one that Y/N did for free just to get to their name out there, and the piece was a gorgeous suit, dyed a beautiful vermillion red that had the slighted shimmer of gold in it. Y/N’s runway photo was once again next to the mannequin. 

The entire room was full of these iconic runway looks, with Y/N’s photo right next to them, and they surrounded all sides of the room and some of them in the middle. Almost like an art gallery of sorts, and Y/N looked at every single one of them. Not in amazement or judgment, but more of horror. 

Y/N knows some of these fashion designers. They have known some of them since they were a child and watching their mom get fitted by these exact same designers. No matter how much she begged, they would never let her take one of their creations home. These clothes were meant to be either safe-guarded in a museum, in their own collection, or in some cases bought by a celebrity and worn to an award ceremony as advertisement. 

In other words, Y/N knows that some of these designers would rather gnaw off an arm then give away their precious creations. Yet, here some of those precious creations were, hanging on the mannequin shaped like the model. 

In the center of the room, like it was the main show, was the Batman-inspired piece. All that was missing was the photo, which wouldn’t be published for another few weeks. 

Taking a deep breath, they stared at the reflection in the gold-plated bat. They were trying to process all of this. It’s one thing to have photos, because Y/N is a model and photos are expected, but to have the actual clothes they wore. Clothes that Y/N knows the designers would kill for, dressed on mannequins that looked almost exactly like Y/N was another thing.

Y/N backed out of the room, turning the lights off and shutting the door silently. They stared at their own door, sweat beginning to break out on their forehead, and they went against their instincts and opened that door. 

A trophy room, Alfred had said. The walls are decorated in their photos, and the bed is still as immaculate as the day they left. Turning the lights on, Y/N couldn’t help but to smile as the time capsule in front of them. From their very first photoshoot, when Y/N was a gangly 15-year-old with still chubby cheeks, to the most recent photoshoot of a now 18 almost 19-year-old Y/N. Their confidence can be seen in their pose and gaze, something their younger self lacked. 

Y/N walked closer to the walls and looked at all the different photos. Some candid, some posed, some in the water, and there’s one where they are in Greece. Some had Y/N fully clothed with barely and inch of skin, and some were of Y/N with barely an inch of clothes. From makeup, to shoes, to perfume, to clothes, Y/N’s photo was pinned on the wall or framed. 

A photo caught their attention though. It wasn’t one from a website, or a magazine, but an actual photo. Y/N looked closer, and they recognized the set from when they were 16-years-old posing for an editorial magazine. 

However, the angle in which this photo was taken from, Y/N knows there were no cameras there. All the cameras were in front or on the side, not behind. Another photo caught their eyes, and it was the same thing. A photo from behind. 

Once they started looking for them, Y/N could begin to spot them all. Photos that they know no photographer took. There was one that had their blood chilling and fear rising in their chest. It was a photo, taken at night and through one of the windows in Y/N’s condo. Y/N had one wall in the living room that was basically all windows, letting in the morning sun and led out onto the gated terrace. It was high enough that they had no neighbors that could look through those windows. 

In the photo, Y/N was wearing their pajamas and their hair still looked wet. They were sitting on the counter of the island in their kitchen, eating raspberries and watching Youtube on their TV. It was such a close photo, close enough that the reflection can be seen in the glass. 

Y/N recognizes the blue and black, and when Y/N’s eyes drifted to another photo of them in their home, bile rose into their throats. The morning sun illuminated the warm neutral color palette in the living room, and Y/N was out on the terrace sitting at the patio table they had set up out there drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book. They had their shirt off, exposing ribs pulled tightly against skin and abs that remained toned even when Y/N wasn’t flexing. The shorts they had on exposing soft skin and pedicured feet, their slipped laid forgotten under the chair they were sitting in. 

They recognize that book. It was a book they read in the height of summer, meaning that this photo was taken half a year ago, when it was okay to sit outside in the warm summer mornings and let the skin begin to circulate. 

What chilled Y/N even more was that whoever took this photo was on their terrace with them. They were on Y/N’s terrace, and Y/N didn’t even know. The Wayne family has known Y/N’s address the entire time. They knew where Y/N was staying, they knew Y/N’s photoshoot schedules, and they knew Y/N better than Y/N thought they did. 

“I didn’t think you’d come in here.” Y/N’s head whipped around and there was Dick, or Nightwing, still in costume and smiling at them. 

“The hell is this?” Y/N held up the photo of them on the terrace, and Dick shrugged, “I’ll admit, those photos we took. But we didn’t take the other ones.” 

“What other ones?” “The ones of you at the photoshoots. I know you saw them, but we didn’t take those.” Y/N glared at Dick, and pushed themselves close to the wall as Dick walked in. Damian was right behind him. The oldest brother walked to the photo that originally caught Y/N’s attention, “You had a stalker, can you believe that? He took hundreds of photos of you, and all we did was make him stop.” 

Y/N’s lips pursed, “How do I know you’re not lying?” Dick unpinned the photo, and with Damian’s help, trapped Y/N against the wall next to the photo of them outside. He held up the photo, “Because, Y/N, as you can see we prefer more… candid photos then staged.” 

Y/N snapped, “There is nothing candid about that photo! That is an invasion of privacy! Trespassing! So is that one!” They pointed to one of them sitting on the counter. Damian grabbed their arm, and Y/N wanted nothing more than to shove the kid off. 

“And so is that one.” Dick pointed to one of Y/N wearing only a large shirt, a towel around their shoulders as they walked into their kitchen. 

“And that one.” 

“And that one.” 

“That one there.” 

“There’s that one too.” Y/N looked at all the photos, hidden next to the magazine photos, and they were all of them in their home. Horror morphed on Y/N’s face when there was one photo of Y/N in the bedroom, in the midst of taking their shirt off. 

Dick continued to smile, and Y/N could see Jason and Tim peeking in from the doorway. 

“You did a lot on your own, Y/N. You built a name for yourself, became a highly sought after model, it really is amazing.” Dick walked closer, “But you know what all of those photos have in common?” Y/N stared into blue eyes, terror swimming in those E/C eyes of theirs. 

“You aren’t even aware of your photo being taken.” The truth unsettled Y/N enough to try and squirm out of Damian’s grip and to get away from Dick. They didn’t need to be pointed out. Y/N is aware that in every photo taken without their permission, they were not once aware of it. Even when they looked like they would be only a few feet away, Y/N not once looked bothered. Y/N doesn’t even remember that feeling of being watched. 

Tim and Jason stepped in the room, making it seem crowded and even if Y/N got out of Damian’s grip, there was no way they were getting past all of them. 

Large hands gripped Y/N’s forearms, feeling like they would bruise the skin if Y/N struggled. 

“So tell your big brother Y/N, how do you expect us to trust you on your own when you can’t even notice someone on your terrace?” 

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Part 3 is coming soon....

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book 7 part 10 thoughts!

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 10 OF THE MAIN STORY!!***

Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

This update spans part 158 to part 191.

BAHAHAHAHAHA THEY'RE AT THE CORAL SEA (not "in" it yet, more like at the surface level of it) AND JAMIL'S ALREADY UPSET OVER THE LOCALE

Jamil comes up with the smart idea of using ice magic to make a boat for them all. Silver takes up the oars (how princely lmao) and Ortho praises the second years for being so reliable!

WEL;ANJFDBIUGSOGSBIAF THAT BOAT DIDN'T LAST LONG, LITERALLY ONLY A SINGLE PART BEFORE WE CAPSIZE????? We see a dark and gloomy place with an abandoned ship, similar to where Ariel was exploring in the opening of The Little Mermaid. The gang can breathe though, since Idia hacked in bubbles around each person to provide them with an air dome made of magic nanomachines.

THERE HE IS FELLAS, MERMAID FLOYD PULLED UP. Mmm, interesting?? He sounds really flat and bored, expressing that he no longer has an interest in land creatures since everyone was weak + so easily deceived by Azul. Floyd also seems to report that Azul has found success with Mostro Lounge...? And Jade is probably supporting him there.

Floyd tells us that he's been traveling Twisted Wonderland in his dream world. He's been to the Shaftlands (Fairest City??) to try out the latest fashion and model (but got bored because he was asked to work exclusively with the brand), worked part-time in a restaurant in the Sunshine Lands (but got bored because so many people wanted to eat his food), and exploring the Scalding Sands. Floyd wandered the desert and found a black magic lamp in the Cave of Wonders and decided to bring it home because Jade said "the teapot" would be nice to have. Floyd summoned the genie and used it to wish for delicious food, www

He mentions having plans to visit other places too, like the Queendom of Roses, Briar Valley, Sunset Savanna, etc. (Floyd's looking for a challenging opponent to fight!!) But now he has returned to the sea, even though he considers it boring too. Floyd basically tells them to fuck on off and then stares floating around depressingly.

Idia theorizes that Floyd must be "resetting" his dream again and again since Malleus has set the parameters to achieve a "happy ending". Since Floyd is constantly dissatisfied, the dream continues to scrounge for something that will please him. The happiness never really lasts long though. The group decides that they have to provide him with that strong foe he wants to shock him awake!

OH MY GOD Silver and Jamil just walk up to Floyd and tell him he’s in a dream. Of course he doesn’t believe them????? But then they start telling him stories of things that happened irl including clarifying what it was that Floyd had done to disrupt his own first year opening ceremony. Apparently he grabbed Riddle’s hair and went “oh, it’s bright red but it isn’t hot”, which led into a massive fight with Riddle shooting fire at him. The staff (specifically Vargas) had to hold Riddle back. There’s another story of how Floyd tried to fight Cater but Cater used his UM to hold Floyd back and bro wiped hard 💀 According to Idia, Malleus and Leona also beat Floyd in combat.

Jamil talks about how sometimes Floyd would find it hard to keep up with him and/or how Floyd would get in trouble for wailing on the younger kids in their club. The headmaster wasn’t happy and made Floyd clean up the gym for a week

Wh A t😭 Grim recalls how Octavinelle made us HOMELESS in book 3 (and then how they got their asses beat BUT I’M BAWLING AT THE AUDACITY)

The dream manifests a fake Jade and Azul to drag Floyd deeper… We finally get a non-OB octoform Azul to look at!!

They goad Floyd and say he shouldn’t lose to land creatures, so beat them back and then the three of them can live peacefully in the sea together. Silver warns Floyd not to listen to the fake Jade and Azul, but he ends up not needing their help??? Instead Floyd blows up at the fakes and claims Jade and Azul would never say such boring things. Like, he actively gets SO pissed off that they’re borrowing their faces and voices to try and deceive him 😭

They tell Floyd about what’s going down and he’s delighted??? He starts calling out locations and the dream responds to it, he thinks it’s so interesting. Idia and co. panic because this spike in activity could alert Malleus OTL

They theorize that Jade’s dream may take place in the mountains, so Floyd should change into a land form.

When they change to Jade’s dream, Floyd praises Silver’s UM. Silver is flattered but Jamil is thanking the stars that someone mindful like Silver has Meet in a Dream and not Floyd. He says Floyd would probably abuse the UM and give people nightmares lmao

Now they’re in a part of the Coral Sea that has tons of underwater volcanos. Floyd saves us all from a blast of black smoke from one of the vents. Idia warns the air domes are not strong, so one blast from the smoke could drown them all.

Floyd suggests Idia make merforms for everyone. However, Idia says it’s hard to do, especially on a short time frame, since he lacks data on merpeople.

OOOOOH Floyd reveals his bioluminescence!! Looks so pretty aaaaaaah ✨ (He calls it “counter illumination”?)

J WORD SiGHTING

OOOOOH I GET IT, the volcanic vents are like the sea’s equivalent of “mountains”. He and dream!Azul are exploring this area looking for a gold mine or something. Interesting that Jade dreams of still assisting Azul for fun…

sguaddr(dFacFFh ??!!\!]]!£]!] AZUL????? He got hit by a blast from the vent while casting magic on it to get to some gold ore he spotted. Jade gets a good laugh out of it.

WHO THE FuCK ARE yoU, WhY Sre your eyes SO Big AnD WAtERY

Azul tearfully declares he won’t give up and Jade gases him up 😭 YOUR DREAM IS TO BULLY AND ENABLE HIM??????? WOW J WORD

Floyd claims he would never go mountain climbing with Jade but then—

WhAT YHR fUVkinh FVkkkKKKKKKKKKK

THAT’S DREAM!FLOYD?????!!?!!! HE LOOKS SO FRIGHIn DERPY 😭 😭 😭 BRo JUST StARTS EATINg SHRIMP AnD HAPPILY GOING AlONG WiTH wHatEVEF JAde AsAyS

Floyd gets pissed off seeing all of this and goes in for the attack. Everyone panics, but Jamil pulls a Silver book 7 part 9 and basically tells them to let Floyd cook 💀

Dream!Azul of course tries to convince Jade that Floyd is dumb and cute and everything, not some THUG cbjssbkwebodnxsk Jade is convinced that “this” Azul and Jade would use useless without him so he buys dream!Azul’s lies. FLOYD GETS MORE ANGRY THRymRE GONNa BRaWLLLLLLL

Uhhhh so fighting doesn’t wake Jade up. Idia suggests this is because while Jade doesn’t have a particularly strong imagination, he’s good at exploring possible scenarios within himself…? Not sure if I totally understood the wording here (I’ll have to double check with other sources later), all you gotta know if that punching was ineffective. ***Edit: It’s because (according to Idia), Jade has a strong belief in himself.***

OH, WORM??? J WORD AnD FKOYD ArE mAKinG HISSING NoiSES At eaCH OYher As THEY FIGHT (the NPC Azul and Floyd are busy cowering in a corner) 🍿 I believe it was previously said in a voice line or some vignette that when the twins fight, they get VIOLENT and it’s kinda funny we get to see it on-screen now.

Sebek gets the idea to stop both of the twins’ movements with his UM. (Very thoughtfully, he warns everyone, particularly Ortho, to stand back before he casts Living Bolt.) It works very well because salt water conducts electricity better than distilled water!! I think that helps Jade with realizing something’s off because right when dream!Azul and Floyd rush to him, Jade points out that the real ones wouldn’t call him “cute” and such.

WHoa WHOA, sCARY hot

Aaaand we got two eels added to the party! Onward to Azul’s dream~ (jxbsksvxiwnw J WoRD THROWS uP)

We’re underwater again! Jade theorizes it must be because Azul has expanded the Mostro Lounge into a worldwide chain, since Azul has expressed the desire to run a successful restaurant business like his mother.

We hear cheering, it seems to be from a Coral Rush (underwater ball) game. It’s similar to Magical Shift, but instead of brooms you ride on the backs of dolphins. Coral Rush is popular among merfolk!

WhAT

If I was drinking something then I would be spitting it up right now because WhY IS AZUL AN ATHLETE (If I’m understanding this correctly, he’s playing for a Coral Rush team called Golden Trident? And he’s the LEADER) 😂 I guess maybe because he’s been insecure about this weakness of his…?

LMAO IDiA CALLED StAR AtJLETES AnaRCiSsists… anD LEONA’S GHoST AppEARS ON SCREEn

MAN. Jamil is going to bully his ass later about this, I just KNOW he is… Azul goes all chuuni and shouts “KRAKEN SHOT” before scoring 🪦 Cringefail bbg…

OH MY GOD THIS SHADY BITCH

Jade has “-san” in quotation marks 💀 HE’S BEING TOTALLY SARCASTIC

Fun little detail, it looks like the Octatrio had a group handshake…? Jade and Azul do it here and later Jade and Floyd do the same, ending it each time with a cute little “yaaay” 🥺

dndjsnkweneow Jade asks Azul to sign Idia’s tablet OTL YOU ASSHOLE BE SO FR RIGHT NOW

Azul remembers “Leech-kun” and “Leech-kun” (*shudders*) from elementary school. His team mates call out to him and Azul invites us to their victory celebration at his mother’s restaurant (which finally gets a name!!! It’s called La Grotta). Apparently it would be hard for your average student to get in, but with Azul’s invite we should be okay!

Jade starts brainstorming again and suggests that this dream is what we see because Azul wanted you to erase the sad past in which he was bullied. He says he won’t divulge too many details since it involves Azul’s privacy (aw, the ONE time he decides to not leak info 😂).

Aaaaah Idia says he has a bad feeling about something… which gives ME a bad feeling…

They arrive at La Grotta and Azul casts a spell that makes an anemone crop up on everyone’s head?! Azul says that anemones are the most formal hair accessory one can wear in the sea; it makes them “fit in” more. He leaves Jade and Floyd alone though since they’re already merfolk.

Uhhhh Grim gets distracted with dancing and drags Sebek off with him??? Okay???

The entire time this is going down, the twins are watching silently.

Grim, Sebek, and Ortho dance but they end up falling down. The mob merpeople start to laugh and make fun of land creatures. It’s then we learn that Azul lied about the sea anemone being associated with high status, it’s instead something that indicates stupidity. So… uh… He just wanted to bully us??? This whole dream is playing out like a bitter high school revenge fantasy…

Azul says the twins can stay if they play Coral Rush with him. Surely they’re tired of hanging around dumb land creatures right? It’s better to come along with him.

Floyd makes a mess and passes an antique to Jade, and the two start to “play” with it. (… Nah, they start breaking shit 😬)

LOL???? Is Azul threatening to sue the fins off of the twins??? He’s all like “MY PAPA’S A LAWYER YOU KNOW” at them… (He also calls his mom “mama”; the word choice and behavior really makes me think he’s a mama’s/daddy’s boy.)

Jade says to everyone that we should move onto the next dream. He pretends (?) to leave, which triggers a memory of book 3 where Azul declares that he’s always going to be alone.

HMMMMMMMMMMM, there’s no dream!Floyd or dream!Jade to lure Azul to the darkness, only the mermobs 🤔

Ortho expects the twins to dive after him, but neither of them do 🤡 They say it’s Azul’s choice to dream more deeply, so they’ll allow him to.

Grim drowns in the darkness so we (Yuu, Silver, Jamil, Sebek) go after him. Ortho tries to appeal to the twins by saying if they don’t follow, then they’ll be trapped in the dream forever. Sooo Jade and Floyd depart into the dark. Ortho is left wondering if this coldness is actually how the twins express trust.

LOLLLLLl???????? Azul’s setting the photo of their class trip on fire and laughing like a maniac… (He also has apparently gained Ramshackle AND stolen the UMs of his fellow dorm leaders.) I counted, Azul has no less than like 3-4 Evil Villain Laughs this update 💀 OKAY KING POP OFF LIVE LAUGH LOVE

They split into two groups (the player gets to go with J word 😳), each with the goal of taking out one of the dream!Tweels. Jamil lures dream!Floyd out to the basketball court under the false pretenses of a special club activity (where a strong merman opponent would be present).

Jade meanwhile goes to the botanical garden?? And he starts to smash plant pots… He claims it’s a dream so it’s okay! It’s not like he’s doing this because he wants to (lie). Jade makes (anemoned) Grim take a bunch of rare ingredients he “harvested” to Mostro Lounge.

Azul becomes interested in the ingredients and wants access to the source to maximize profits. Dream!Jade is led off by Grim and Yuu to the woods behind campus. SILBEK JUMP HIM—

Jade uses Shock the Heart to learn where Azul has moved the contracts. They weren’t in his office vault when the group checked earlier; the contracts are now in Azul’s room…? Which… I feel like that was such an obvious place to check, not sure why the thought didn’t occur to them sooner??

They find the contracts but there’s like 500 of them and no efficient way to destroy so many in a short amount of time. Ortho suggests his beam, but it might result in collateral damage to them if he fires it this close. Floyd says they can just trick Azul into destroying the contracts himself but before they can say anything more they hear voices getting closer.

Jade and Floyd return to Azul warning him that someone is after his contracts, so Azul, concerned, asks for the contracts so he can relocate them again. When they don’t, he starts threatening them (even saying that the headmaster is under his thumb too, no one at this school can oppose him).

Azul is baited to cast a spell at them, which Floyd deflects with Bind the Heart. He then summons anemones (Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Leona, Kalim, Idia) to help him. Some mob anemones called him “Azul-sama” in dead-sounding voices which. Makes me think maybe he stole Jamil’s Snake Whisper in the dream too??

Together, the twins keep taunting their dorm leader until Azul unleashes King’s Roar. They use Bind the Heart once again to redirect Leona’s UM and dust the contracts ✨ (We also got Floyd’s UM chant!! Roughly: “This is a nice place/it was just getting good, but how about I interrupt it?”)

NxdbsjsbkFAJHQAN OF COURSE THAT’A WHEN AzUL BREAks 😭 and it happens like automatically too… The loss of the contracts really is a sore spot for him.

Here comes the suspicious black gloop again~

Azul starts to sink down BUT THIS TIME YHE TWINS CALL OUT HIS NAME AND GRAB ONTO HIM?????? Jade even specifically tells Azul to “take his hand” and instructs Floyd to help pull. Ayo… the “take my hand” imagery again…

Waaah… Octavinelle trusts each other so much?? When Silver warns them that he doesn’t know what will happen to the twins if they end up in Azul’s abyss, Jade and Floyd wish Azul luck/don’t go to hell AND AZUL’s CASUALLy LIKE “you too” 🤡

Azul finally faces his OB self!! How interesting, he tells his OB that with the weight of all that he stole from others, it’s hard to move. I think he means that metaphorically… like, it’s hard to achieve personal growth if all you do is take and hurt people. “Unlike you, I’ve learned.” He wants to make his dream of making everyone bow down to him a reality on his own. Azul’s not satisfied with this, he wants something of “real value”.

Azul wakes up back in his mom’s restaurant and surrounded by his team members. He asks them to sign a contract which states they will all continue playing hard together. Duh, it’s a trap and actually anemones them. The contract just handed all their powers over to Azul 💀 Bro… How dumb are you, you didn’t even SKIM to check the terms of the contact are what to claimed them to be??

Azul regroups with the others and they inform him of what’s going on. He immediately expresses concern that the Mostro Lounge hasn’t been operating + the ingredients in their fridge might spoil because of Malleus’s magic. Man has his priorities www Thankfully they’re fine since the flow of time has stopped and potential customers are all sleeping. No ingredients or business lost!! Azul still wants Malleus to pay him back for the inconveniences though.

Ortho recommends that Jade and Floyd stay behind, as they both have taken significant damage from fighting. Idia adds that they should lower the number of people dream hopping to minimize the chance of bugs showing up; Jamil volunteers. Azul says it’s a shame because he was looking forward to fighting alongside him; Jamil says that “friends” with Octavinelle’s dorm leader has its uses, so he “looks forward to it.”

… Jamil acknowledging what Azul wants and agreeing to go along with it feels… weird…

Azul joins us and we hasten to the next dream. “Time is money!!” so chop, chop!! Next update… Savanaclaw!!

Overall, I really enjoyed seeing the twins fight, as well as seeing their more animalistic aspects (ie the bioluminescence) come out. The Coral Sea locations were so fun and colorful, it makes me want a hometown event even more!! Merform Azul we kiiiind of already saw with his OB form (and I’d seen lots of edits from fans making their own prior to this) but I thought it was nice to have that confirmation nevertheless.

There were a lot of small moments that made me do a double take (derpy dream!Floyd is one, Azul’s Big Bad scenes were several others). It was cute to see their Club Wear outfits utilized in the dreams too; we saw Basketball Club and Mountain Lovers Club looks make an appearance. I felt like I was watching some kind of variety show while reading.

This update gave me many thoughts, most of them surrounding the Octatrio and their relationship with one another. I’d like to talk more at length about their dream worlds and the roles they played in one another’s headspaces. However, that will get very bulky and I don’t want to add even more to an already bully post. I’ll make that a separate post and put it up later, so please bear with me ^^

[aettuddae]

business matter — 143. i choose you and me, religiously.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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23:57.

karina found herself running through the people who had attended that party.

end of the year. after a peculiar 2024, full of surprises and new people, of different emotions and discoveries, they were finally just 3 minutes away from a new year. as was customary, people all over the world were throwing parties to celebrate the beginning of 2025 with their family and friends, and for the celebrities in seoul there was also a selection to attend. among the options was the party that rosé from blackpink had organized on the top floor of a luxurious building whose terrace overlooked the center of the city.

the entire korean entertainment elite was there, from top actors to models to members of the biggest bands you could imagine. it was the party among parties. but at first, karina had other plans. she couldn't go back to her family because of work, but she still wanted to spend a quiet night at the apartment with her roommates. and that's what they were going to do,

until she found out that serim would be at rosé's party.

of course, serim would go wherever jennie kim told her to go. serim loved going to parties. she loved being around people, socializing, dancing. karina didn't dislike it when it came to her, but it certainly got her blood boiling with that quality of serim's. she didn't like her to be perceived. that's why when they talked about their plans for the end of the year, serim was hesitant to tell her. it's not that she wanted to hide things from her, she just wanted to avoid the eye rolling and sour comments for a couple more days until she eventually told the blackhaired about her plans.

listen, jimin is not crazy,

she just has serious jealousy issues,

and she's obsessed with jang serim.

when they decided to spend the night at the apartment and welcome the new year quietly and together, the aespa members already knew that the plan hung by a thread. that thread was whatever serim decided to do that night. as soon as jimin told them that jennie was taking jang to the rosé party, giselle was already texting the hostess to get her to put them on the guest list.

serim didn't mind at all. jimin was busy and every second they could spend together was gold to jang. she loved spending time with the younger girl. all night, they had been glued together like gum, drinking, chatting, flirting and dancing to the music. they were so into their own world that none of their friends thought it was weird that they disappeared for an hour and left them to make friends with each other while they had their make out session in a dark, secluded area of the terrace.

but as punishment for abandoning them, as soon as they returned with their companions, aeri, minjeong and yizhuo had forced jimin to go with them to get some air outside. winter was dizzy, while the rest were all sore and tired from dancing. they just wanted to take a break and get some fresh air, and the blackhaired had to accept it even though it was torture for her to be even two centimeters away from serim, who stayed on the dance floor with her friends.

but it was okay, jimin understood that part of forcing her members to follow her to a party when her plans were quite different had its requirements. she patiently stood there chatting with her bandmates and waiting for them to pull themselves together to go back inside, while minjeong downed a bottle of water to regain her five senses.

she was calm until she turned on her phone and saw the time.

23:57.

three minutes to new year's. she began to hurry the others back inside, where rosé's voice could already be heard through a microphone preparing to count down to midnight. they passed through the crowd quietly until they reached where serim was supposed to be with her friends, but no one was there.

23:58.

jimin turned on her phone. "we accompanied jennie to the bathroom." read a text from serim from 5 minutes ago.

the girl told her friends that she was going to look for the oldest and without waiting for an answer, she ran out, pushing through the people and making her way to the bathroom area. she entered the women's one, but there was no one there. they weren't there anymore.

she searched her phone for the woman's contact and called her. she could hear little because of the loudness of the hostess's voice over the speakers and the whispering of the large number of people at the party, but she finally managed to hear that they were on the terrace because they wanted to see the fireworks. when she hung up, she sent a quick message to giselle to tell them to go to the terrace and again, she hurried upstairs.

23:59.

she had to be serim's new year's kiss, she couldn't miss it. the elevator was busy so she took the stairs, which were not easy to climb as she was wearing heels and moving in such a hurry.

10.

everyone started shouting when they heard that the countdown had begun. jimin was on the terrace, but although she searched through the crowd, she couldn't find serim. she kept wandering around the area, her heart pounding and her breathing hectic. she looked worried and upset.

5.

she passed through a large group that was blocking her view and so she appeared at the front, almost at the edge where the wall that kept people from falling was located. as she was spat out from the crowd, she finally spotted the girl's back in the distance and hurried toward her.

3.

she ran towards serim.

2.

she reached where she was and hurriedly touched her waist, signaling her to turn towards her.

1.

serim turned to see who was pinned to her torso, turning in the arms of the younger who was visibly exhausted and trying to catch her breath as she looked up at her smiling. serim slipped her arm over the younger's body to wrap her in her hold and rest her hand on her waist while her other hand was busy with a drink.

"happy new year, baby." she said very close to her face so she could hear her amidst the shouts of congratulations from all around and the sound of fireworks.

"happy new year, my namu." she replied glad that she was able to get there in time to tell her.

jimin lifted her hands that were resting around serim's waist, sliding them up the older girl's body until she was holding her face between her fingers and pulling her close until they could connect their lips in their first kiss of the year under the moonlight in front of the fireworks show in the sky.

"it's the first year we've started together." serim observed as they pulled apart.

"it's the first of many." assured the younger girl as her hand caressed her opposite's cheek. "i thought i wouldn't get here in time to be your first kiss of the year." she stretched her neck slightly to reach up to leave a peck on the opposite's nose. "i'm always running back to you." she smiled sideways, accompanying her flirtatious comment.

"as you should." serim laughed softly and wrinkled her nose playfully to tease her. "come here." she indicated leaning down to kiss her again.

after the arrival of the new year and the end of the fireworks show the party continued, causing most of the people who were on the terrace waiting to see the colorful flames in the sky to start going down to the lower floor to return to the celebration. serim was leaning back against the edge with karina in her arms who had her hands glued to her face caressing and pampering her, so lost in each other and their conversation that they were practically alone on top of the building and that even their friends had returned downstairs.

"you know, yves wished ningie a happy new year." commented the blackhaired causing the older girl to grimace in surprise.

"what can i say." she looked up with mock pride. "she's a gentlewoman." she shrugged jokingly.

"yizhuo can do better." she refuted, shaking her head.

"better than sooyoung? impossible."

"she's a little weird." she furrowed her eyebrows pretending to be worried. "i hope she'll take care of my baby." she closed her eyes in grief.

"she'll take care of her." she assured her. "don't worry." she ran a lock of jimin's hair tucking it behind her ear. "she's a good girl."

"and you?" she looked at her expectantly.

"me?" she pointed her index finger at herself. "i'm awesome."

"no, idiot." she slapped her shoulder in embarrassment. "if you're going to take care of me." she elaborated.

"oh." she mumbled after understanding what she meant. "of course i'll take care of you." she affirmed, then leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"if you cheat on me i'll kill you." she looked into her eyes seriously.

"all right."

"i am serious, jang serim, i will kill you." she reiterated with a dark gaze, swearing every word.

"as if i have eyes for anyone else." she cocked her head to the side with narrowed eyes judging her, incredulous. "i would never hurt you." she promised.

"you better." she pointed her finger at her accusingly.

"either way," jimin turned her head abruptly, looking at her with eyes wide in surprise at the very idea that she might regret what she just promised. "you have to be my girlfriend for me to cheat on you." she raised her hands in the air innocently.

"no, sorry, serim." she pulled away, putting a hand between them, stopping her words. "your love life dies in me." she laughed sourly. "since we said 'i love you' to each other for the first time, you are doomed to me." she warned.

"what do you mean by that?" she folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. "that you don't feel the need to be my girlfriend?"

"you're already my girlfriend." she copied the action of intertwining her arms over her chest, defiantly.

"no." she contradicted her. "we never established it, so we're not."

"are you saying you're single?" she clenched her fist.

"i'm saying you should ask me to be your girlfriend." she explained. "look." she turned and with her hand pointed toward the city. "we have the best view in seoul, the night is starry." she walked up to the younger girl and put her hands on her waist, trapping her in her arms. "it's new year." she murmured. "you look beautiful." she commented, earning a smile from jimin that came with a roll of her eyes at the compliment. "you love me and i love you." she added.

"and why don't you ask me?"

"no." she broke contact, pulling away and giving her a defensive look. "make amends for your mistakes." she claimed.

jimin sighed. serim was right. after so many months of doing things wrong here was her chance to have what she wanted most in the world, to have serim. the terrace was empty, it was a moment that belonged only to them. the sky was splendid, it was a beautiful night, a cool wind was blowing, but it wasn't cold, and it was a new year.

new year, new beginnings.

jimin smiled sideways, an idea popped into her head, and she approached serim. she took her hands in hers and looked into her eyes. "don't laugh at what i'm going to do." she took a breath of air.

"oh my god, you're going to sing?" the mere thought caused serim to be unable to contain a giggle that escaped her lips.

"namu!" she punched her arm gently, nagging at her.

"sorry, it's just that i imagined you asking me to be your girlfriend while you sing up." she shook her head trying to erase the idea.

"i write you a song and this is how you treat me." she bit her lower lip trying to contain the smitten grimace that was blossoming on her.

when the funny moment dissipated, they both looked seriously into each other's eyes again, to which jimin took the opportunity to clear her throat and catch her breath again to start singing a song.

"cause maybe, baby..." she began softly keeping the tenderness in the way she looked at serim. "i just wanna do you, do you..." she sang in the highest pitched voice. "do you wanna do me? do me?" she moved her shoulders up and down to the rhythm of the song and with her finger pointed at the older one. "underneath the moonlight, the moonlight." she pointed to the sky. "baby, maybe-" the girl sang excitedly, moving more and more with the song.

"stop, stop, stop." she interrupted her in horror. "stop it, dylan." she identified the modern family song she was singing. "i can't believe you ruined it like that." she covered her face in embarrassment.

jimin would have refuted her disappointment, but she was too busy choking on the laughter her own joke had generated, bending over her body trying to catch her breath. serim could only look at her skeptically, unable to understand how she had found it so funny.

"oh my god." the younger girl pulled herself together, straightening up and turning back to face her partner still letting out the occasional laugh. "how does it feel to love such a funny person?"

"i could leave you in this very moment."

"not true." she grabbed her face between her hands and pulled her to her to leave a chaste kiss on her lips. "you love me too much." she reminded as she broke apart. "this time for real." she positioned herself again, taking in puffs of air to calm her fit of laughter.

"no, i don't want to anymore." serim shook her head sideways in denial.

"yes, come on." she struggled to take her hands as the older one pulled them away from her grasp. "come here." she tugged on her grip to pull her into her personal space.

silence reigned again and though serim was unsure as to the direction the moment would take, this time jimin was solemn, focused, she was looking at her like someone looking at a shooting star while making a wish. it was that kind of tenderness, that kind of desire.

"so excuse me forgetting..." she mumbled, she wasn't intoning yet, but rather speaking the lyrics. "but these things i do," she let out shyly. "you see i've forgotten..." she raised her voice so the words could be heard more clearly. "if they're green or they're blue." a little more confidently, she began to sing the sentences. "anyway the thing is, what i really mean..." she released serim's hands to wrap herself around her torso. "yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen..."

now that she was singing decisively, serim had let her guard down and was lost in the way jimin was watching her. she could see in the way she was moving that she was nervous, that she was embarrassed to open up like that, and she appreciated knowing that she was still doing it to express her feelings for her in some way. she wasn't used to being sung to, so she didn't know how to react, but she understood, they were both artists and if there was anything they were in love with apart from each other, it was music. jimin's voice fascinated her, she could listen to it for hours.

"and you can tell everybody..." as the younger one sang, they both swayed to the beat. "this is your song." serim smiled tenderly at that part of the lyrics. "it may be quite simple, but," serim's hands rested on jimin's neck. "now that it's done." jimin raised her touch to the woman's nape to push it to bring their foreheads together. "i hope you don't mind... i hope you don't mind..." she lowered her voice so that if there was anyone else in the place they couldn't hear, only serim. "that i put down in words..."

"how wonderful life is..." serim joined in and now they were singing in unison. "while you're in the world." they finished together.

they both stayed in that intimate position, one against the other, holding themselves and dancing alone on the terrace in the new year for a moment, serim closed her eyes to enjoy the moment and jimin kept them open because she wanted to see her, she always wanted to see her, she wanted to be able to appreciate serim's beauty for the rest of her life.

"elton john?" serim inquired when they both stopped, lifting her eyelids so she could look at her, her forehead still pressed against the opposite one.

"moulin rouge." she corrected. "it's the only musical i know any songs from." she confessed. "and you know..." she put on a confident expression. "my girl likes musicals."

serim scoffed at her attitude. "yeah." she nodded in agreement. "your girl likes musicals."

"my girl?" she repeated. "so you agree to be my girlfriend?"

"you haven't asked me yet."

"jang serim." she called out to her and wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her even closer, their bodies pressed against each other, their faces so close she wanted to kiss her as soon as possible. "will you be my girlfriend?" she asked, her eyes sparkling and her heart beating faster than she would have imagined.

"no."

"what?" she exclaimed offended and abruptly turned away from the oldest. "serim." she watched her as the named laughed frantically at her reaction. "serim, be my girlfriend." she commanded. "serim." she quickly approached her and began to push her arm repeatedly as if asking her to stop teasing. "namu." she herself couldn't hold back her laughter at seeing the contrary so amused, but still she kept hitting her gently to make her stop. "hey." she wanted to grab her arm to pull her closer, but serim wouldn't let her, so they started to struggle. "be my girlfriend." she reiterated exerting force trying to win serim over. "love me." she jumped on the spot anxiously because she couldn't stand the joke the older girl was playing on her. "namu!" she squealed shrilly.

"okay, okay." she raised her arms in the air, thus giving way for jimin to latch on to her waist. "i love you." she assured. "and i do want to be your girlfriend." she wrapped the girl in her grip.

"really?" she raised her eyebrow dubiously.

"really." she affirmed. "from now on i'm all yours."

jimin let out a little squeal of excitement and jumped repeatedly on the spot to then pounce on the older girl and catch her in their first kiss as an official couple.

"puppy!" a shout echoed through serim's apartment after the sound of the door closing.

it could have been just one person, other than that jang recognized the voice instantly, so she rushed out of her room to find her girlfriend in the living. she ran towards her catching her in a tight hug and lifting her slightly off the floor as she held her.

"hi, baby." she leaned forward with her eyes closed waiting patiently for jimin to give her a kiss and shaking her body slightly once she did.

"hello, namu." she replied after kissing her then continuing to fill her face with pecks.

"how are you, my love?" asked serim as she watched the girl arrange her things on the table.

"i'm fine." she answered in a good mood. "happy to see you." she gave her a smile and dropped forward being caught in serim's arms to kiss her lips again. "is sejeong here?" she straightened up and inspected the apartment looking for her girlfriend's roommate.

"no." she denied, rounding the kitchen island to face the younger girl. "she's in her apartment because she's starting the move back in there." she reported.

"is she leaving already?" she inquired arranging the things she had brought with her.

"she's been living here for a while." she recalled. "she thinks i'm better now, so she's leaving."

"that's good." she put her elbows on the table and leaned back on her arms. "i do think you are better too." she agreed. "it makes me happy to see you like this."

serim smiled shyly. she had been eating better, at first it was because of sejeong's help controlling her at meal times, but lately it was of her own free will. she was happier, she had even been smoking a little less and sleeping at reasonable times. jimin stretched her arm across the counter to give her cheek a caress.

"i brought you a present." she announced excitedly.

"presents!" she celebrated.

the younger girl took a bag and put it between both of them, opened it, reached inside and from it pulled out a small plant with heart-shaped leaves, lifted it in the air and showed it proudly, painting a big smile on her face.

"it's a plant!" happily introduced the blackhaired.

"i see!" she said wryly.

"don't you like it?" she pouted and set the plant down on the counter.

"no, love." jimin dropped her shoulders in disappointment. "i love it!" she exclaimed and then picked up the pot to begin to inspect it. her passion for gardening making kicking in instantly, making the girl pry at the soil and the state of the leaves.

"do you really like it?" she received no response and that was exactly what she needed because she understood that her hyperfixation was acting up and that was a sign that she was excited about the gift. "namu." she called out to her softly with a smile.

"what, my love?" she replied without looking up from the gift.

"do you like it?" she leaned over the counter looking at her with enamored eyes.

"it fascinates me." she raised her eyes to finally connect with hers. "i didn't have one of these." she lunged forward to press a kiss to her lips. "thank you."

"it's a hoya kerly." she reported trying to remember the plant's proper name.

"hoya kerrii." she corrected amused, looking at her tenderly at her mistake.

"that." she dropped her head. "i don't know anything about plants." she covered her face in embarrassment.

"my love." she laughed and took her hands to remove them from her face. "you don't need to know about plants just because i like them." she tried to calm her down. "i'll teach you and you'll learn."

"but i wanted to present it well because it has a special meaning." she explained frustrated.

"it's the plant of the heart." she deduced.

"yes." she confirmed. "it represents love and harmony." she added. "i bought it for us.

"really?"

"yes." she nodded. "i want us to take care of it together." she looked at the pot. "let it be like our love sapling." she finished, her cheeks turning red at the confession.

"how corny you are." a smile broke out on her face as she watched her blush. "i love you."

"i love you too."

"and we're going to be very careful with our baby." she pointed to the plant. "for a long time." she walked around the table back to where jimin was. "what shall we name it?" she took her face in her hands.

"i have a name in mind." she admitted. "but it's even cheesier." she hid her face in serim's chest.

"tell me." she encouraged. "we're in love and happy, we have permission to be cheesy." she reassured.

"canada." she announced without removing her face from the security provided by the older.

"how?"

"canada." she repeated, this time speaking to her face.

"why canada?"

"because so!yoon is our favorite artist." she explained, referring to the singer's song.

"i like it." she agreed. "i only want you close to me." she quoted the song's lyrics.

"you're the one for me, half of my body, half of my mind." the younger girl continued.

"canada." she assured.

"she's our love."

"and we're going to take care of it for a long time." guaranteed serim. "together."

"together."

— the end.

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[a/n: thanks to everyone who read. this was one hell of a ride and it wouldn't have been possible without all of you. ♡]

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Nueva Vida - [Part 2]

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♥ pairing: platonic f1 grid x latina!fem!engineer!reader x lando norris

♥ smau + written (reader is lewis' ferrari race engineer)

♥ none of the pictures are mine - face claim: wolifecindy on insta & girls on pinterest

♥ warnings: misogyny, swearing, mentions of alcohol, suggestive language !!!

♥ a/n: I'm so sorry if my Spanish is incorrect, I'm a no sabo kid.

♥ taglist; @the-holy-trinity-l, @formulaal, @jxnellat, @aldene-styles, @thecubanator2

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-Vogue Article Snippet-

Though she has been not in the spotlight for long, Y/n L/n has certainly made an impact on Formula 1. Alongside other amazing female influences such as Hannah Schmitz and Bernie Collins, Y/n continues to be a role model for women in the sport.

-Vogue Interview-

"So, Y/n what were your experiences like coming up to F1? I can only imagine the difficulties that come with being a woman in motorsports."

"It definitely was a challenge. Hate really got to my heart when I was younger and fresh out of high school. With the amount of misogyny I've faced and the lack of representation, I've almost given up too many times." you said, thinking back to your early days in F3. "I had to push myself and remember why I was here. First and foremost my passion for the sport. I've been an F1 fan since I was a kid and I wasn't going to toss away my dream due to bigoted men around me. They wanted to see me fail and I wasn't going to let them succeed."

"Beautifully said. I know the fans have a nickname for you... "Susie Wolff's daughter" how do you feel about this?"

"It's definitely something," you laughed softly. "No, I love it. Susie was and continues to be a role model of mine. I'm definitely glad we have a program like F1 Academy being directed by her. I hope I can inspire girls the same way she does."

"I have one more question for you: What are your plans for the future? Was F1 the ultimate goal or is there still something you're chasing?"

"F1 was definitely the dream. It's absolutely unreal that I'm working with Ferrari and the one and only Lewis Hamilton. As far as my future, I don't have any current plans. I want to enjoy my time here before I start considering any sort of possible change."

The interviewer nodded and jotted down a few notes

"Thank you for your time Y/n." she smiled.

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-Time Skip: Mexico-

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user2 nando*

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user17 *sobs*

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user8 LANDO 😭💔

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user4 LANDO WINS THE BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX !!!

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-Abu Dhabi-

The Italian anthem was chanted by the Ferrari team as Lewis, Max, and Charles stood on the podium.

"Stringiamci a coorte! Siam pronti alla morte. Siam pronti alla morte, L'Italia chiamò..."

Champagne drenched your body causing confetti to stick to your hair and skin. It was certainly a battle between the three who were all tied in the points going into today's race. Lewis crossed the finish line first causing the entire atmosphere to change. The crowds and the Ferrari garage erupted in applause and gleeful cheers.

Everyone was still overjoyed as you looked down at the crowd below the podium you were standing on. You quickly pulled a few pieces of confetti off of yourself and the champagne bottle you were holding, stashing them in your pocket.

You hugged Lewis tightly as you congratulated him on his eighth world championship and he thanked you for all your hard work. It was an incredible piece of history you had the honor to be a part of.

-F1 Winter Break-

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[milkbobatyun]

hundred broken hearts

pairing: nishimura riki (ni-ki) x reader

genre: angst

summary: being niki's sister's best friend was hard, but being his friend and having a crush on him is even harder, especially when he debuts as a member of a boy group

word count: 1.1k

a/n: the woes of being a hopeless romantic. and yes im finally back from the dead !! n e ways the stuff that i've hinted in this is from stuff that's happened in the kpop industry and my life !! hehe

1 name. 2 words. 3 characters. nishimura riki. those two words alone were enough send the girls, and some guys, in your year into a frenzy. nishimura riki, with his stunning visuals, was the heartthrob of the school. it was only a pity that he rarely ever came to school.

you weren’t unlike the other students in your year. hidden beneath the uptight personality of being the model student, you were a shy, hopeless romantic. just the mere mention of his name made your heart do backflips and the tips of your ears blaze with heat.

unfortunately, you had the joy of knowing riki’s sister and being her best friend. needless to say, she was very much aware of the small crush you had on her brother. it started when she first noticed how you would stiffen up around her brother, your usual, unwavering gaze flitting across the room like a trapped butterfly.

every meeting with riki was a test of your nerves. whether it was in the school hallways or tiptoeing into the kitchen while tutoring his sister at their house, your crush on him was always your biggest obstacle. somehow, your fingers always found themselves twisting in knots, your mouth fumbling over a polite greeting.

butterflies exploded in your stomach whenever you made eye contact, your heart twirling with glee, skipping its usual rhythm entirely. you would panic, mentally stressing over your hair, your clothes. did you have food left on your mouth? gosh that would be embarrassing.

riki’s younger sister was your biggest supporter. time and time again, she encouraged you to confess to him.

“trust me! he likes you too,” she told you, a smirk dancing on her lips. “he was telling me a couple days ago, how he wished you would come over more, like the old days, so he could spend more time, if not with you, at least around you!”

her words sent a spark of hope coursing through your body. was it really true?

truth be told, your long history with the nishimura family started way back and began with an unlikely friendship with the competitive boy at the dance studio.

one dance challenge threw you into the chaotic lives of nishimura riki and his siblings. he had been so impressed by your dance skills that little, five-year-old him had declared you were his friend without hesitation. as time went by, you became a part of their family, their adopted daughter. 

sleepovers became a tradition, family dinners were cosy and warm, with your favourite dishes spread across the table. over time, the nishimura family became your second home.

while the siblings were like family, your friendship with riki became charged with something a little more. something neither of you dared to touch, nor acknowledge, in fear of losing the other.

with the worries eating away at the both of you internally, your friendship drifted, until long and deep conversations about life faded into brief interactions and greetings when you saw each other in the halls at school.

your shared interests and hobbies drew you closer to riki's younger sister, until he became only a distant friend, an acquaintance.

your desk was scattered with the remnants of confession letters, left unfinished. your notes were locked, hiding away the dark secrets of your lengthy messages, trying to convey your feelings. your dreams were plagued with nightmares of the numerous ways riki could reject you. a dismissive laugh, a cold gaze, with the weight of his refusal haunting you even in your waking moments.

in the past few weeks, sightings of riki at school and even at the nishimura family home was scarce. 

this fateful night, you sat by the television at home, the boy group survival show airing in the background, as you stared daggers into your chat with riki, wincing inwardly as you read your past conversations from years ago.

tonight, you would strengthen your resolve, grow a pair, if you will, and confess to riki. no more excuses were holding you back.

you laboured hard to craft the perfect message, polishing it and editing the confession time and time again. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling with anxiety. a whirlwind of thoughts flew through your mind. what if he says no? what if i make this super awkward when i go to their house? his sister wouldn’t lie to me, right?

just as you were about to send the message, a familiar voice travelled through the speakers of the tv.

your head whipped up, gaze frozen on the boy framed in the tv screen. your heart stuttered to a stop. 

it was riki. no, his name was ni-ki, but there was no mistaking it. the boy in the program, was nishimura riki, the one who held your heart in his hands.

you had known that his dream was to be a dancer, ever since he was young, so there was hardly a chance that he wasn’t going to debut in this new boy group.

seeing him under the spotlight, he looked happy, beaming with excitement. he belonged on the stage.

dread weighed on your shoulders. you realised that your confession would be a weight he would have to carry. you didn’t want to jeopoardise his chances of achieving his lifelong dreams. your confession would distract him from doing his best. even if he accepted it, you knew how tough the industry could be on idols dating, especially before debuting. if the media found out, it could lead to devastating backlash.

the thought twisted in your heart like a knife.

you fought back tears as you deleted your message, racing to your bedroom and throwing your phone across the room, before you found solace in letting your tears run. all night, your pillows swallowed your sadness, soaking up your tears.

you whispered your love to the stars, muttering apology after apology for your stupid heart. why couldn’t you love someone else?

a bitter smile twisted on your lips as you silently supported him, watching as he debuted and the group skyrocket to fame.

slowly, you became one of the many engenes that loved and supported the group, lost in a sea of fangirls. you wondered if there had been a chance, one that slipped through your fingers like grains of sand.

thousands of unsent messages, unspoken words of confession. maybe one of them could’ve thrown the two of you onto a different path.

1 person. 2 names. nishimura riki. ni-ki. thousands of fangirls. there was no way he could be with you. it just wouldn’t work out. maybe in another world, in another timeline, another life.

riki, i never told you this, but i like you. i’ve liked you since we were little kids. your sister told me that you might like me back. either way, i just wanted to say that i like you a lot.

to my [name], i’m sure my sister has said many times, but i like you. a LOT. nowadays, you fill my thoughts. you’re all i can think about. i would stay right here, forever, if i could, with you for all eternity.

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[hey-itsdollie]

Don't listen to anything he tells you.

A part 2 for someone who wanted Rin & Hiori! Hope you enjoy<3

Rin and Hiori meeting their s/o's little brother for the first time.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, slight angst, female reader, use of pet names, mentions of Hiori's home life!

Part 1, Part 2 -u are here!-

── .✦ Rin Itoshi

You were sitting on the couch, your mood negative due to having to cancel on your date. You eyes were on your phone hoping to get a text back from your boyfriend, but were still left on delivered.

"Is he mad at me?" You mutter slightly stressed. "Sis look Rin is on the screen!" Your eyes went up to the tv seeing your boyfriend playing in one of his old matches from the past week.

"He's so cool isn't he?" Your little brother sat on the floor in front of you, wearing a jersey Rin had gotten for him. You were sure that B/n (brother's name) was your boyfriend's biggest fan. You couldn't wait to see his face once he finds out his role model was in fact his sister's boyfriend.

"Yeah, he's super cool." You hummed in response.

A ding from your phone was all it needed for your attention to be drawn back to it. Brows furrowing at the singular message that popped up.

"Open the door."

You got up glancing at your little brother before heading to the front door. Looking out the window and sure enough, there stood your stoic boyfriend, his eyes looking up above your door.

Unlocking the door still heavily confused at his sudden showing. "What are you doing here?" You questioned looking up at him, he looked at you blankly. "We had a date."

"Uh yeah. But I have to babysit, I told you this." You frowned, Rin sighed and placed a hand on your head.

"Then we'll bring the date here."

Rin walked past you into the house with you following in tow after shutting the door. You stood to the side watching Rin gaze down at your sibling. "Who was at the door-" B/n looked up his eyes widening at the sight of the male.

"Rin?!?" Rin flinched at the sudden loud voice as your brother jumped up in surprise.

"Uh, B/n remember how I told you I have a boyfriend?" You said awkwardly coming up to stand next to Rin. "Yeah, but you didn't say he was Rin Itoshi!"

You laugh softly as B/n grabbed Rin's hand and dragged him to his room, Rin looked back at you his eyes giving away his call for help. "Woah B/n, don't break him!" You laugh following behind them, Your sibling bringing your boyfriend to his room, his walls were covered in posters, one of the jerseys you got him was framed above his head board.

"So how much is she paying you?" Your eyes shot down to your brother who was whsipering quite loudly to Rin. The male glanced at you before also quietly sayig "A lot."

"Hey!"

You crossed your arms over your chest glaring at the two males. "See if I ever pay you anything again!" You scoffed Rin scoffed going to you and placing a kiss to your head "Oh shut it..."

B/n grabbed Rin again making you smle leaning against the wall as your brother talked Rin's ear off.

Rin on the other hand was gazing at the younger kid rather softly. Comparing the scene to how his brother and him used to talk. Rin crouched down signaling for your brother to keep babbling.

After a bit the three of you were back in the living room. B/n back in his spot on the floor while Rin joined you on the couch, your body leaning against his, Rin's arm linked around your waist.

"So can I get my payment tonight?"

You scoffed at Rin's subtle whisper, muttering a "maybe" as you focused your attention back to the tv.

── .✦ Yo Hiori

"You seriously don't have to come with me Yo."

Currently you were tasked with picking your brother up from school, with this task your boyfriend decided to tag along.

"Well, I want to." He replied his accent deep as his eyes were focused on his phone, his game of Tetris still ongoing. You gazed at him noticing the exhaustion in his features. "Them again?" You ask tilting your head, knowing how his parents were towards him.

Hiori often stayed at your place, even having his own key to your door. Your parents welcomed him in, but shockingly he had never met your little brother yet.

It wasn't surprising, your brother was always out with his friends or at soccer practice. Your boyfriend normally only came over for short amounts of time or well past midnight after he could sneak out of his home.

"Yeah... They were houndin' me since they're leavin' for a trip. Luckily I'll be left alone." Hiori sighed out of relief, it finally setting in that his stress levels will go down for a few days.

"Sis!" The two of you looked up and spotted your little brother running up to you. Hiori noted how your sibling looked like you. "Hey B/n! how was school?" You greeted taking his backpack as the walk home began.

Your brother smiled happily, "It was cool! Donnie agreed to play soccer with me tomorrow to work on my ball control!" B/n answered before seeming to finally notice the older male. "Who are you?"

"Hiori Yo, your sister's boyfriend." He introduced simply you looked at him shocked to see he was so open about it.

At this point your boyfriend's phone was placed away as his full attention was on your sibling. The conversation smoothly going from introductions to soccer.

You never seen your boyfriend's eyes light up so quickly- especially with soccer as the topic.

"Sis absolutely sucks at soccer, did you know that she kicked a ball through our neighbor's window once?" Your face burned at the memory, "Hey B/n we agreed to not speak of that again!"

Hiori grinned turning to look at you. "You trouble maker."

"Oh, come on Yo! I'm not proud of my past!" You whined making B/n and Hiori laugh.

"Past? Didn't you trip over my ball last week sis?"

"Enough B/n! Hey don't laugh Yo!"

Remember to drink plenty of water & take care of yourself<3

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[idlerin]

CAN I CALL YOU MINE?

celebrity!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 9.3k

content — you're the miya twins younger sister yes, essentially brothers bsf (thats if sakusa treats atsumu as a bff, tsumu says yes, still up for debate), in this au inarizaki is based in tokyo!, as usual can be read as a stand-alone despite it being part of a mini series :3, uhh light angst for now, reader has had a crush on sakusa since childhood, she has a fan acc dedicated to him and he knows abt it too lol. oh and four year age gap.

it seemed like everyone (well, mostly your brothers) was against the idea of you liking sakusa, even sakusa himself. although you'd do everything you can to reach him, impossible it may be.

“IKARUS’ SAKUSA KIYOOMI and Haiba Alisa dating rumors heat up after viral video claims evidence of lovestagrams,” you read out loud, eyebrows furrowing, “What the hell are lovestagrams?”

Despite knowing this was more than likely a case of false assumptions made by story-starved journalists, you continued to read the article trending in your circle.

Fans express a mixture of dread and joy for a potential romance between Haiba Alisa and Sakusa Kiyoomi as a trending tiktok video compiles ‘dating evidence’ of the pair’s relationship. The video meticulously pieces together videos and clips of the past three years of Haiba and Sakusa’s interactions that seem to hint at a deeper relationship between the model and the music artist. The account also pieces together instagram posts of the pair that insinuate that they were near or at the same place, sharing similar poses reminiscent of ‘lovestagrams’ shared by couples.

That was when you stopped reading. You clicked out of the tab to quote the tweet the article was attached to. Words such as ‘when has sakusa ever seemed like the type to plan an ig layout?’ and ‘isn’t it weird to say that two people are dating just because they looked at each other or breathed at the same place’ that you both deleted in place of saying ‘i’d be happy if this were true’—you would not—‘only if sakusa announces it. like he’s said so many times that if he were to ever be in a relationship he’d tell the media himself’. A couple of seconds pass before you get a notification.

leia @keijisrealgf · 1m Replying to @kiyominiscient ur so real oomf. sakusa hates gossip pages byeee 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

[name] | kiyo’s future wife (real) @kiyominiscient · 36s Replying to @keijisrealgf  he’s like their worst enemy lol 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

leia @keijisrealgf · 6s Replying to @kiyominiscient hes more likely to date atsumu !!! 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

In the middle of typing out a reply, your door slams open harshly, “Oi, you better be ready, we’re leaving in thirty minutes,” the sight of your older brother, Osamu, in a plain shirt and jeans (which eerily reminds you of your father) makes you turn your attention to him, “You better still not be in pajamas.”

“Is it true that Kiyo’s dating Haiba?” you ask instead, tone in slight distress, rising from your lounge on the bed. Despite your reassurance for Sakusa’s other fans, you were more than less assured of anything. The last time you had a proper conversation with the man even through text was over a week ago, and he would never tell you if he was seeing anyone.

Osamu raised a brow, “How would I know if Kiyoomi was dating anyone? And Haiba? The model?”

“Yes, the model and I don’t know, does Atsumu not tell you or something? He would tell you if that were to ever happen, right? Right?” you were insistent. You knew your twin brothers had gossip sessions without you because of their weekly calls you walk into now that you’re temporarily staying with Osamu. You wouldn’t have wanted to sit through Atsumu’s girl problems anyway, he’d ask you directly for advice (he does this a lot) if he needed it.

“I guess so?” Osamu affirms, kind of.

“You didn’t notice anything when you visited their studio two weeks ago?” you ask, looking back at the dreaded day you scheduled a pilates class because you wanted to try it out and Osamu told you last minute when he dropped you off at the gym that he was going to the studio because Atsumu paid him to make food. You stood there, mouth agape, watching as your brother drove away, missing the chance to see the love of your life—what’s worse was Osamu did that because you would have asked to come with him, “Cause ‘Tsumu would never let him be! He’d be all up in his ass about it.”

Osamu contemplates your judgment of Atsumu, “Fair, he would do that. But I didn’t notice anyone acting differently last time I went.”

You sigh in relief, “Oh oka—”

“But doesn’t that mean if Kiyoomi were to get a girlfriend he would never tell ‘Tsumu?” Osamu thinks out loud, you froze at his glaringly correct answer, “Anyways, it’s none of our business. You’ve got to get over your silly crush on the guy. Now get up, you lazy bum.”

You frown before putting your laptop to the side after shutting it down—not forgetting to hit post on the reply—you stand up, patting down the white layered maxi skirt you were wearing and fixing the sides of your top before showing him your palms to show you were all ready before he starts to nag you, “Why would I ever be lazy with an opportunity to see Kiyo? I’ll just do my hair for a bit.”

Osamu blinks at you before sighing, already used to your comments about Sakusa, “Okay just do it quickly,” he says before leaving. You were staying with him while on vacation from university because you had nothing to do if you went back to your house. Your parents were currently on a three-month-long trip touring Europe, they should be back in a month or so, and you’d hate to be stuck in the dormitory without any company (your roommate and most of your other friends went back to their hometowns or abroad), so what was left was bothering one of your older brothers.

Your other brother, Atsumu, was too busy being a famous celebrity to house you. Alright, he’s not that mean, the reality was he was too busy moving out of his old condominium and moving into his shiny new penthouse to offer you a place to stay. Even if he did make an offer, you would choose to stay at Osamu’s any day because it meant you didn’t have to cook for yourself. As much as you were interested in Atsumu’s band activities, or more specifically, bandmate, you would not suffer through the horrors of living with him again even for only two months, you’ve had plenty of experience in that field. It’s not like Osamu wasn’t the same kind of horror, he is, just in a different font, but again, he can cook!

Securing the last strand of your hair and smiling at yourself in the mirror, you put your essentials in your handbag. Grabbing the bouquet of blue dahlias made out of paper you decided to make on a whim the past week once you found out Atsumu was hosting a housewarming party and Sakusa would most definitely be attending. You eye the three flowers you spent hours perfecting, you were badly hoping Sakusa would keep them this time. Unreachable. The meaning of the flower coincided with how you felt for him. You’ve had a slight obsession with flowers and their hidden meanings since you gave him a rose on his birthday a year ago.

You skip out of the guest room to see Osamu by the counter twirling his keys, he looks at the bouquet in your arms, you asked him if it looked pretty and he replied by muttering a ‘when the hell did you even get the time to do that’ before leading you out of his cozy apartment and heading to the parking lot. The drive didn’t feel like it was forty minutes, you were humming in excitement as you clutched your hand-made bouquet to your stomach on one hand as it sat daintily on your lap and scrolled through your phone on the other to read through the latest antics on twitter.

Soon enough you were thrown in to face the security check in at Atsumu’s new place, you kind of didn’t get it when Osamu was asked to show his ID when he said that he was Atsumu’s brother. Isn’t looking at his face already enough proof? But of course you get that it’s for security reasons, it was just funny to think about since they were literally carbon copies of each other.

You continued your humming until you were in front of Atsumu’s door, you quickly faced your brother, “Samu do I look okay?”

Osamu grunted out a yes (very unhelpful) as he told Atsumu through the phone to let you guys in. You stayed fiddling with the hem of your top when the door opened and you were greeted by Atsumu, his platinum blonde dyed hair one of the only clear distinctions he had with Osamu.

“Well if it isn’t my dearest beloved sibli—” you ducked under Atsumu mid-sentence, patting his back and absentmindedly saying a ‘yeah yeah love you too’. You were faced by nothingness, portraits and paintings but no sign of people, you do admit that his marble floors facing the skyline did pose a pretty view.

“If you’d let me finish my sentence, you would’ve known everyone’s out at the patio,” an arm was lurched on your shoulder, the same arm twisted you and angled you to the direction of open glass doors leading out to a private terrace where you spot familiar silhouettes. You heard Osamu’s footfalls follow behind you two. You couldn’t escape Atsumu’s hold and was forced to be etched at his side as he stood still on his main living area with no plans of moving anytime soon.

“She’s been restless for the past hour,” Osamu quips, sitting comfortably on a sofa chair and stretching, the comment makes you the subject of Atsumu’s jabs.

“Was it because you were excited to see me?” Atsumu grins down at you, using his free hand to murder the top of your head. You made a sound similar to a hiss as you tried to shoo his hand away.

You display your displeasure with a large frown, “I see you all the time through Samu,” you grumble.

“Gross!” Atsumu’s face scrunches and Osamu raises a threatening fist from his resting position, eyes closed and completely relaxed, “I meant seeing me, I raised you!”

“You were four when I was born,” you scrutinize, trying to get his arm off your shoulder and fail again, you kept glancing behind you where you would very much like to be at the moment, “And I do see you. On the trending page on youtube, tsu-tsu,” you chuckle at the latest nickname your brother was given because of his recent performance wearing a pink tutu. That specific performance of the band went to every corner of the internet because of the ridiculousness of their costumes (well mostly because of the ridiculousness of your brother too). You couldn’t help but think Sakusa still looked attractive wearing a colorful zebra print jumpsuit.

“I rocked that, didn’t I?” Atsumu smirked, unfazed by your obvious mockery.

“Can we go out now? Shouldn’t you be accommodating your guests or something, I’m hungry,” you groan, saying the last bit as an excuse, eyes drifting out again. You spot a head of wavy strands standing from the settee and going deeper into the corner of the patio, making your eyes widen, clutching your bouquet even tighter in anticipation.

Atsumu ignores you and glances down at your flowers, “My guests are just the guys and some other old friends, they can serve themselves,” he scoffs, giving Osamu a look, “And I’m hoping those flowers are for me.”

You made a noncommittal sound, taking the bouquet in your hands away from his view, “It’s not.”

Your brothers have always been unsupportive of your feelings for Sakusa ever since you voiced it out when you turned eighteen, hoping that confessing your feelings at that age would make them more accepting of it (spoiler: it did not). They kept acting as if it was just some phase because Sakusa was one of the first guys you’ve ever known, but you knew it was deeper than that. It wasn’t like your feelings showed up overnight, you’ve liked him ever since you were eleven and moved in the house next to the Sakusas. Your family moved because your father’s job required him to stay in Tokyo, it was a difficult decision moving so far away from Hyogo and everything familiar to you, adjusting took a while.

As an eleven year old, you were upset that you had to move away from all of your friends. You sulked for days and your brothers had to use petty tricks to get you to talk to them. Teasing and annoying you were their way to get you to respond, it was torture. They did what they did because you weren’t yourself for weeks, they were worried and didn’t know how to express it properly as stupid teenage boys.

Until one day your brothers annoyed you enough that you stormed out of the house, tears brimming in your eyes as you ran and ran till you tired yourself out. You saw a bench nearby and decided to sulk even more there. You were missing your friends and was frustrated because of your brothers, you cried your heart out for what felt like hours but were really just minutes. You were sniffling to yourself and wallowing in self pity when a handkerchief was suddenly in your blurry view. You look up at the owner holding it out to you, seeing an older boy looking awkwardly to the side, you observe what you can and the most you can make of him was his wavy hair and lean figure.

“This is my second lap in the area and you’re still sitting there looking pitiful,” his words were sharp and shouldn’t have been something said to a total stranger, you knew that much at your age, your shock from his attitude momentarily made the tears stop flowing.

“So? Aren’t you going to take it?” the stranger nudges the cloth to you again as you reluctantly take it to wipe your tears. You felt a bit better knowing a stranger cared enough to approach you, even if he was a bit rude.

You watch as the stranger starts to walk away, you inhale a sharp breath and with your quavering voice you manage to utter, “Uhm stay, please,” it was so soft that you thought he didn’t hear you for a moment.

But the stranger does stop in his tracks and looks back at you with a pointed gaze that should have been intimidating, he just stood there and you realized that he was waiting for what you had to say. Now with your less blurry gaze, you observed him more objectively. Noting how he was what you and your friends would say was a cute boy, you guessed he was around your brothers’ age.

Before you could say anything else, loud, obnoxious voices started shouting your name and running towards you. You watch in horror as your brothers approach and in your surprise, you hide behind the boy you just met. It took minutes of your brothers shouting their worry and claiming how stupid you were for running around in an unfamiliar place (which you wouldn’t have done if they weren’t being so mean in the first place!). That’s why you refused to go back with them, still using the stranger as your shield. The boy was obviously starting to get more and more irritated with each second that passed, he never asked to be in this situation when he was just doing a good deed for once.

That was when the twins finally acknowledged his presence and started questioning him, the stranger explained that he saw you crying at the bench and approached you to give you something so you would stop (he said this in an annoyed tone), and that he was about to leave when they showed up. The twins, especially Atsumu, were relentless and kept drilling him with stupid accusations like ‘Were you planning to kidnap her?! Huh!?’ when Sakusa at the time barely looked like he cared.

“Stop it!” you finally intervened, stepping out from your human shield, “Stop being so mean to him! You’re already mean enough to me,” you huffed, dramatically crossing your arms and glaring at your brothers. This made Atsumu quiet down, looking at you with a large pout on his face as if that would make you start thinking he deserved forgiveness.

“Hey, you know we didn’t mean it like that,” Osamu began, stepping forward and reaching a hand towards you—a supposed comforting invitation, “We’re sorry, so let’s go home.”

“I don’t want to,” your glare was still set, your stubbornness evident as you placed your foot down. It made both of your brothers groan, knowing when you were in your mood, you were in your mood, meaning, it’s going to take them a lot of convincing and bargaining.

“Hey,” the voice from behind you caught your attention, the chilly air was making a mess of his hair, “I don’t know whatever it is that happened but you should go home. It’s getting dark and you wouldn’t want to stay out here so late,” the stranger looks at his watch.

You contemplate it because he did have a point, and you were missing the comfort of your bed… “You’re right,” your shoulders slump and you mumble a small, “Fine.”

Atsumu cheers and you glare at him again before looking at the stranger who really looks like he wanted to leave, “What’s your name?” you finally ask.

Your brothers took your calm tone as a sign that they could approach you and they flocked to your sides as if making sure you wouldn’t run away again, they also waited in curiosity for the stranger to introduce himself.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” he says, “And you guys are…?” The twins introduced themselves, their guard down after deducing that Sakusa wasn’t a threat at all. You were a bit more shy when saying your name, you suddenly felt bashful because it was now just sinking in that this stranger-no-more saw you crying your eyes out like a baby.

Sakusa was saying his long-awaited farewell when Atsumu asked him if he lived around here and Sakusa said he was ten blocks ahead to the right, Atsumu’s exact words were ‘No way?! Us too!’. It turned into you guys walking towards your homes together with Atsumu leading the conversation with Sakusa, it turns out he was dead-set on making this guy his friend. You stepped back with Osamu and just watched as Sakusa pointedly shot down a lot of Atsumu’s statements, it made you laugh.

A couple of minutes later you guys find out that you lived right next to each other, another ‘No way?!’ from Atsumu. Osamu had to push his twin back into the house to get him—metaphorically—off Sakusa in his excitement.

You stayed out as the raven-haired opened his door, you exclaimed, “I’ll give you back your handkerchief after I wash it!”

Sakusa waved his hand as an answer, the action made another grin slip through your lips.

That began a series of countless encounters and moments with the family living next door and Atsumu successfully making Sakusa his friend (still up to debate, although he successfully roped him into forming a band with two other friends so that’s a success in making him a lifetime friend for sure). You’ve had off-hand conversations with Sakusa here and there but as the days passed you grew more and more self-conscious around the teen, until one day you found yourself looking in the mirror and admitting to your reflection that you have a huge crush on Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“I thought liking Sakusa was just a phase,” Atsumu sounded baffled, this brought you back to reality, “How many times do we have to tell you he’s too old for you?”

“He is not,” you defended, four years was practically nothing! You were twenty this year! Sure you’ve liked him since you were a kid and it was just a stupid crush back then but you weren’t a kid anymore and you still like him. Doesn’t that mean something?

“He’s practically ancient,” Atsumu says as if the person he was talking about wasn’t a few feet away. The heavy weight on your shoulders makes its presence known, you look at Osamu for help but he just stares at you because he agrees with Atsumu. 

You grunt, “You’re literally the same age, are you calling yourself ancient?”

“What’s the hold up?” another voice joins, you all turn to look at Suna Rintarou holding a plate with pepperoni pizza, “Atsumu you need to buy more food, and before you say anything else Akaashi and Kita agreed that we do need more food. Oh! It’s little Miya, long time no see.”

You frown at the nickname, Suna insists on calling you that even though you’ve told him countless times that you had a proper name. He’s part of the same band Atsumu and Sakusa were in, he’s also the twins’ former schoolmate at Inarizaki High which was how they met in the first place, “Hi Suna,” you greet blandly, looking defeated.

“You’re looking more and more like the twins every day,” the corner of Suna’s lips raise in a smirk as your face contorts to an expression that could only be described as disgust.

“I will start crying, tell me you don’t mean that,” you use your free hand to cover your face in exasperation at your situation. You just wanted to see and talk to Sakusa! You don’t understand why your brothers were being such a pain by keeping you away from him (which they didn’t do before, they only started with this weird intervention when you confessed your feelings for Sakusa a year ago). It wasn’t like you were going to pounce on the guy as soon as you saw him! You still had some decency and respected his space. 

“I give you a part of your allowance, little brat,” Atsumu sneers. Your extra meals and clothes you were only able to buy because Atsumu spoiled you with his music money flash before your eyes.

“Tell me you didn’t mean it as a joke,” you add to remedy your previous statement. It seemed to appease Atsumu enough but it didn’t warrant him setting you free.

“This is starting to get tedious, I think it’s been enough. Let her loose,” Osamu states, standing up with his hands crossed against his chest. In his words, you scowl even as Atsumu finally lets you go, you massage the part of your shoulder where Atsumu’s weight was pressed using your free hand.

“I’m not your little pet,” you point using your handmade blue flowers in the air, dragging them from Atsumu to Osamu, as if making the statement ‘I’m going to do whatever I want’. You huff as you turn your heels to see Suna’s amused face which you glare at as well before practically running towards Atsumu’s fancy terrace.

Not before faintly hearing Suna badgering Atsumu about more food as you slide out the glass doors and are greeted by the chill of the evening air. You made eye contact and greeted the three people seated around the gray L-shaped sofa. Akaashi on the furthest to the left—the main vocalist of their band, the one most of your friends had a crush on—and Atsumu’s closest former seniors back in high school, Kita and Aran, if you remembered correctly. You knew this housewarming party would only consist of a few people because Atsumu wasn’t exactly sociable, despite his obnoxious and loud demeanor. You were surprised to not see another face though, you briefly wondered if they had another fight. You shake those thoughts away and focus on what’s important. Greeting Sakusa.

His tall figure was leaning on the edge of the patio, keeping to himself as usual. You walked around the small table displayed in the middle, sidestepping the decorative plants. You were careful as you approached, not knowing what reaction you would get. Would he act again as if he didn’t know you had feelings for him? Ignore you? Treat you coldly? But you know Sakusa wasn’t like that, despite everything, you practically grew up together. You could never be a stranger, you hoped you’d never be a stranger.

“Miya,” you almost jump in surprise at him acknowledging you first. He’s always called you by your last name, you didn’t know why when he could call the twins by their first name just fine. It’s not like he doesn’t say your name or nickname sometimes too, he just chooses to call you Miya for some reason. It improved in some way, he used to call you ‘Little Miya’ like Suna did back when you were sixteen, and you complained enough about it that he stopped. 

“Were you waiting for me?” you gave him a sheepish smile, braver, stepping closer until you were standing beside him. You didn’t wait for his response in case your heart gets crushed by his answer and instead showed him the blue dahlias, “I made these for you.”

Sakusa gives one glance at the paper flowers before meeting your gaze, you wait with bated breath for his response, “You didn’t get poisoned by the rotten apple fruit shake, then?”

You almost didn’t understand what he meant, then you remembered the series of texts you sent him a few days ago which he never replied to, so you thought he hadn’t read it. You almost pout at the thought that he just didn’t want to reply, but that was typical of him already, “It looked normal on the outside okay? I told you it was Samu’s fault, who in their right mind would keep those lying around in their homes—and you’re distracting me!” you accuse once you realized he was trying to change the topic.

The corners of his lips twitch and if you hadn’t grown up with him you wouldn’t have noticed that little change in his otherwise deadpan expression, you place emphasis on your gift once again by lightly shaking it. He takes another glance, a hand reaching out to gently nudge the delicate paper-made petals with his fingers, “How long did it take you to make these?” “Around three days,” you answer dismissively, waiting patiently for him to take it, “I chose to make a nonexistent flower eternal,” you boast, proud of yourself.

“You could’ve used that time for other things, enjoy your summer break,” Sakusa says offhandedly, turning to look at the view, “Don’t waste it making gifts for me.”

“Making gifts for you is not a waste, this is the only way I can show you that what I feel for you is sincere,” your brows furrow, “And I am enjoying summer break, I’ve done a lot of things already.”

“I know,” Sakusa sighs, you didn’t know what he was referring to. Your sincerity? Or that you’ve been spending your break to the fullest? You do update him through texts from time to time, you make sure not to bother him too much for fear that he starts finding you annoying like a lot of other aspects of his life.

To your happiness, he plucks the bouquet from your hands. You were then overcome with the irrational fear that he would drop it, which was silly, “Keep it in a vase, okay?” you ask, “Preferably somewhere like your countertop or in the lobby,” you began to suggest the most visible ways he could display it, your own little way of putting bits and pieces of you in his life.

“Why didn’t you come with Osamu when he delivered Atsumu’s food?” Sakusa asks instead, changing the conversation.

A small pout forms on your lips, “He left me,” you complain, “They’re on some weird pact trying to keep me away from you.”

“They mean well,” Sakusa says, a glint of amusement in his eyes, probably imagining the twins doing everything so you wouldn’t be able to make any advances on him, “You’re their only baby sister, of course they would be protective.”

You lean against the stone railing, looking out on the view, slightly upset, “I know they mean well, that makes it worse. It’s not like I can’t think for myself, I know what I’m doing.” “Do you?” Sakusa asks, adjusting his body to look at you properly.

“You said you’d let me try,” you mumble, looking back at the time you confessed to him and declared you would try to win his heart, that he should give you a chance. At the time, Sakusa looked surprised, never thinking of the possibility that you would develop feelings for him deeper than anything platonic.

“Because I thought you’d find some other guy your age you’d focus on more when you start university,” Sakusa lets out a breath, “I’m not the one for you, Miya.”

His statement stabs you directly in the heart.

“You don’t…” you gulp, a lump stuck in your throat, “...have to like me back,” you bit down on your lower lip, “Can’t you just let me like you?”

“You mean a lot to me,” ‘just not in the way you want me to’, you could almost hear Sakusa’s train of thought, “You’re young—”

“You are not that much older,” you practically groaned, that was always their excuse.

“And yet I’ve known and experienced more in life than you,” Sakusa states bluntly, “Be serious, Miya. What you want isn’t going to work, so get over me,” talking down on you.

Your jaw clenches and you raise your chin at him, even with his frame towering over you, “It’s not that easy, Sakusa,” it was petty, not using the nickname you’ve called him since you were a kid. Being petty by using his last name as if that would put more distance between you two. It wasn’t wise letting your emotions control you, and perhaps it was proving to him more that you were still too childish for someone who already presents himself to be so mature. Though it did give the point across, that you were seriously upset, watching as something flickers in his eyes as you turn on your heels away from him.

You decide to sit in between Osamu and Akaashi, Osamu was splayed on the couch talking to Suna who was on his left about stuff you hardly care about. Even if your brother does notice your foul mood, he doesn’t point it out. Atsumu walks in holding three more boxes of pizza with a delivery guy trailing behind him holding more drinks. Which consisted mostly of alcohol and a few juices, which was most likely for your benefit. You were allowed to drink but you never liked the taste of alcohol. You watch as Atsumu directs the guy to put it on the side and that’s when you lose interest, choosing to listen in on Osamu and Suna instead.

You were catching in on their topic, but you were mostly just confused. It looks like they’re talking about Osamu’s planned business. You know this one, the onigiri franchise he wants to start. He’s working a corporate job right now to save up for his restaurant-ish (you didn’t really know what to call it), he didn’t want to risk focusing on that immediately after graduating. You know he’s near his goal, you’ve been hearing talks about finding the right building and stuff. All this business talk almost distracts you from your previous state of anger.

“Can I sit there, Akaashi?” you don’t look up to see the one person you’ve wanted to see all night. You knew he was blunt, that was just the kind of person he is, and you were used to it. Doesn’t mean just because you were used to it and you liked him, that you were immune to getting your feelings hurt.

“Sure,” Akaashi says nonchalantly, he was just on his phone the whole time you sat here, he also probably noticed you weren’t in the mood which was why he didn’t attempt conversation. You see in your peripheral vision Akaashi offering to help Atsumu with arranging the food.

You continued to listen in on Osamu’s conversation, it was beginning to be difficult to ignore the presence next to you. Your body was always hyper-aware when he was settling down, it betrays your need for indifference.

In your view, a bottle of juice was presented, it was one of your favorite flavors, “Your drink,” his voice was closer, closer than you were when you were together on the ledge. It was so difficult to stay mad at him. This was his way of making amends, you knew, and it was hard to act like you didn’t like it when he paid special attention to you. When you take no action to take the drink, he places it on the table top in front of you.

“I’ll get you food,” he says, standing up and leaving the space beside you empty. It was natural, his knowledge of knowing exactly how to appease you. It makes you feel even more devastated knowing he’s just doing this because of his years spent on familiarness with you and your habits, usually, he’d be doing this after Atsumu or Osamu (or even both of them) did something to upset you. To him, you were still the shell of the child you used to be and that meant he still wouldn’t be taking you seriously.

That was partially your fault, you were still so… emotional and childish. You knew that, you were trying to work on it, really. Based on the way you acted just a few minutes ago, you’d have to work harder. Your gaze lands on the spot at the empty seat he was in where your blue dahlias rested, he decided to keep them after all. Your chest tightens in even more fondness. Osamu glances once back at you and you shove him away.

When Sakusa came back, you took the food he offered with no complaints and drank the juice he placed in front of you, murmuring a soft, “Thank you.”

“I heard you still have that fan account up, Rika says you play pretend there,” Sakusa mentions once he settles down beside you again, gauging that you were in the mood again to talk to him properly.

You were still a bit ashamed because of how you acted, which is why you replied hesitantly, “It’s not playing pretend, I’m genuinely a fan.”

“Rika says she saw some of your tweets acting like you didn’t know Atsumu,” Sakusa seemed amused at this notion which distracted you enough that you didn’t care Rika was technically stalking you. Komori Rika was Sakusa’s cousin who works for him as his assistant, you’ve met her a couple of times and you text her whenever you want to know if Sakusa was busy or not (so you would know if it was okay to message him). She was very sweet to you so you didn’t mind it that much.

“It’s not just online, I don’t tell anyone he’s my brother—mostly because they don’t ask. And my friends would start acting differently if they knew I was directly related to ‘Tsumu,” your nose scrunches. It does disgust you when one of your friends starts gushing over him, it is probably better that you never say that fact about your family relations because your friends would start being mortified remembering all the things they said about these guys.

Sakusa hummed, knowing that part of the reason why you don’t tell people you knew Ikarus and was related to one of the band members was because of your worry that people would start befriending you because of that. He was there when your high school friendships fell apart, after all.

“What’cha guys talking about?” Atsumu intrudes by sitting between you and Sakusa, your face contorts into another unpleasant expression as Atsumu makes his presence very known and very unwanted.

You give a look at Sakusa, silently saying ‘See? I told you so’ which he responds by giving Atsumu a once-over, “You’re half-sitting on my thigh,” Sakusa grunts at him, moving to the side to be free of your brother.

“Omi-omi my guy, you know our connection transcends beyond the naked eye,” Atsumu threw an arm around Sakusa’s shoulder as you rolled your eyes and took a bite of your pizza.

For the rest of the night, you never got the chance to talk to Sakusa one-on-one again. You’d try to start a conversation with him and Atsumu butts in with his own smart-ass answer unrelated to your question in the first place. Eventually, you gave up because you knew Atsumu wouldn’t back down. You stood up from your seat, earning a few glances from the men around you. When Atsumu asks where you’re going, you say you planned to raid his house. He lets you be and you take one look back at Sakusa who was getting bothered by Atsumu before stepping inside the living room again.

First, you walked aimlessly but your feet led you to the kitchen. You started opening Atsumu’s cupboards only to find them disappointedly empty. The fridge was your next stop, you open the freezer and find chocolate bars you gladly steal. You sat on one of the countertop stools, distantly hearing Suna and Atsumu’s laughter.

What can you do for Sakusa to take you seriously? Maybe you should distance yourself for a bit, make him miss you. You chuckle at the absurd thought, in your dreams. Though it would be okay to get some space away, you’re not giving up, not by a long shot. But you’ve never really given much thought to what Sakusa’s type was since he’s never dated anyone—no one that you know of—for the past almost decade of knowing him. During high school, he only cared about his studies and the band. Then in college—where you started seeing him less—you don’t know of him dating anyone. Maybe you should ask Rika? Or maybe Motoya? Since they’re the same age.

Having a plan decided, you hum to yourself, satisfied. Biting off the last piece of chocolate, you threw the wrapper in a trash can. Then you found that the drums Atsumu had displayed in the living room interested you, spotting a pair of drumsticks lazily thrown on a desk. You take these sticks and put one experimental hit on the cymbals. A stinging ring echoed in the room.

“Oi! You better be careful with that!” Atsumu shouts from the patio, but doesn’t storm in to take them from you so that must be a good sign.

When you were younger, he never even let you near his instruments. That made playing with his instruments even more desirable. Music has always been Atsumu’s thing—well, the playing instruments part, he wasn’t very blessed vocally, Osamu used to take lessons too but stopped because it didn’t interest him enough. Your parents tried to put you through music lessons, but after accidentally plucking off the strings of your guitar one by one, they decided that for your own safety, you weren’t allowed to touch instruments.

You can still clearly remember the day Atsumu brought the three other boys home and declared he was going to start a band with them. The only person that interested you back then was Sakusa, because you didn’t know he was musically inclined. You would sneak into their practices in the extra room in your house and would stay even when Atsumu would screech at you to leave. There were days when they went to Akaashi’s house to practice so you were left pouty because you were unable to come with.

Sometimes, Sakusa was the only one who would come to your house because Atsumu begged him enough to play with him. Those were the days you enjoyed the most because Sakusa let you stay with him and watch him play the guitar. You asked him once why he didn’t play the electric guitar in the band, he said that he preferred playing the bass because it was a more reserved position, they weren’t too loud but they were a vital part of giving soul to the art (his words, not yours). That made you respect bassists even though you knew nothing about the music industry.

It was the first time you saw Sakusa with that expression on his face—at peace—it made you think that this path really must be something he loved. You were overjoyed when his and the band’s efforts paved off, even though it meant seeing him and your brother even less. They became busy, too busy for you, but you’ve learned that it was nice seeing them trending and going viral. Your social circles began to talk about them and they fawned over you too for being Atsumu’s sister.

Of course, all good things come to an end and people who you thought were your closest friends just used you to get close to them. Sakusa was there during the fallout, he checked in on you and asked if you were okay. He even took you out to distract you in place of Atsumu, who had a brand deal scheduled at the time outside the city, and Osamu, who was also out of the district for an internship. Sakusa stayed with you as you cried and cared for you more than you could ever ask. Before that, you began to think your childhood crush on him was fading but that experience when you were seventeen was when you realized that your feelings for Sakusa never left even with the distance life took him, and it probably never will.

“I’m hopeless,” you mumble to yourself, letting go of Atsumu’s drumsticks.

It only took a few minutes for Osamu to call you saying you’re going because he still had work early the following morning, all the guys say their farewells to you two. Atsumu was a tad bit over-dramatic because he was a tad bit drunk. Osamu had to pull you away from Atsumu’s embrace. You met eyes with Sakusa, giving a smile reserved just for him before Osamu completely dragged you out, noticing you were quote en quote ‘making goo-goo eyes at the poor guy’.

The rest of your summer break was uneventful.

You managed to beg Osamu to take you to a pottery class on his day off, it was fun at first but Osamu showed extraordinary skill in pottery that made your work pale in comparison. You sent a picture of you two to the group chat you had with Atsumu and the latter spammed crying emojis and threatening gifs. On Atsumu’s day off you went to a bake-your-own cake store with him, his platinum blonde hair begged for attention so you forced him to wear a beanie the whole time. 

The end of break was nearing and in your last week, your parents had gone back so you had a nice complete family dinner for once. The next few days you started to pack your things again because you had to move back into your dorm, were three suitcases and a large shoulder bag a bit excessive for a two-month stay? You’d like to think not.

You were posed with another problem though, Osamu couldn’t take you back to your university because he had some three-day team building thing he was going to a day before you were supposed to go back. You thought it would be okay because you asked Atsumu and he was free that afternoon, he said that he just had a promotional shoot in the morning but he would be able to pick you up, so you thought you were all settled.

On the day itself, you stood in the lobby of Osamu’s building when Atsumu sent a message. You were starting to get irritated because he was supposed to be here by four, he promised to be here by four.

annoying blonde brother 4:00 PM I CANT MAKE IT IM SO SORRY :<< I TRIED TO I SWEAR THE SHOOT IS STILL GOING ON I THOUGHT IT WOULD FINISH EARLY BUT WE APPARENTLY HAD SOLO SHOTS???

you 4:01 PM why do u hate me :(

annoying blonde brother 4:01 PM I DONT IM SORRY IM SO SORRY :<<<< HB U WAIT IN OSAMUS APT FOR A BIT?? ITLL ONLY TAKE AN HOUR MORE I THINK

you 4:02 PM i cant i alr locked the door and left the keys inside because you were supposed to be here by now.

annoying blonde brother 4:03 PM I KNOW I KNOW IM SORRY OK WAIT THERE IN THE LOBBY ILL GET SOMEONE TO PICK YOU UP

You frown as you sit on one of the lobby chairs, alone with the receptionist. You pull your two suitcases against your legs and hug your shoulder bag, having nothing better to do. You scroll aimlessly on your feed, it wasn’t like you could do anything but wait as patiently as you possibly can in your irritable state for this ‘someone’ Atsumu is roping in to help you.

annoying blonde brother 4:11 PM he’s on his way

Atsumu neglects to tell you who this ‘he’ is. How were you supposed to know who it was? You don’t question it further, not replying back, your own form of rebellion. How could he promise to pick you up and then tell you at the last minute that he couldn’t? He had major making up to do, that’s for sure, you were not going to let him off easily. With that final thought, you were already browsing for links to clothes you’d make him buy for you.

Thirty minutes passed and you were already getting bored out of your mind. You had your head buried in your bag when your phone buzzed, signaling that it received a notification. You almost dropped your phone when you saw who it was from.

kiyo <3 4:43 PM I’m outside Osamu’s building

Sakusa? Sakusa was the one Atsumu asked to pick you up? Unbelievable. Was it his way of making up to you? What? Huh? That doesn’t seem like something Atsumu would do. What? You were puzzled, but oddly happy.

Once you got yourself together you stood up, making sure to fix yourself up, looking at your reflection on the walls. You hurriedly gather your suitcases, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You talk yourself into calming down, since this was the first time you’d be talking to him in a while. You refrained from messaging him, practicing your self-restraint, but you missed talking to him so much, even when his replies barely held any substance.

Walking towards the pavement, your heels creating a clicking sound. You held your breath as you finally saw his familiar figure leaning against his sleek black ride, was it a new car? You’ve never seen it before. His hair was styled from their usual free curls and he wore a classy white button up that hugged his body nicely. He looked straight out of a magazine—which was probably exactly where he came from. He looked up at you and your luggage.

He started walking closer to you and all you could say was a breathless, “Hi.”

Sakusa reaches for your suitcases and you gladly let him take them, “Straight to your dormitory?”

“Atsumu asked you?” you asked once you got your thoughts organized coherently, it was a spectacle you still couldn’t comprehend.

You saw that same ghost of a smile on Sakusa’s face again, “He asked Akaashi and Suna first, but they were still doing their solo shots. He even tried asking our manager. I was the last person he asked, even though I was the first one to finish, he looked pained doing it too.”

That sounded more like Atsumu, a smile plastered on your face, “Even better, fate wants us to be together.”

Sakusa shook his head as he got your shoulder bag. You followed him as he put your luggage in the back of his car, he told you to get in and you complied, walking over to the passenger seat. Happy to use this as a way to spend more time with him, and catch up with what you’ve missed in the month and a half you made yourself Sakusa-free (that didn’t mean you had to stay away from the media though, he posted exactly one instagram post that you liked immediately), that was technically abiding by being contactless.

The seatbelt clicks into place and you wait for Sakusa to get inside, you are silent as he starts to drive.

“Thank you for picking me up,” you say, hoping to start a conversation. Your university wasn’t that far from Osamu’s, probably around thirty to forty minutes away, but you didn’t know how to drive and you didn’t want to take the train with all of your necessities.

“Do you need help bringing your luggage up once we’re there?” Sakusa asks, steering, your eyes following the movement of his hands. “Uhm,” you wanted to lie and say yes, “No, I don’t think so. We have an elevator, and it would be more troublesome for you because you’d have to sign a sheet to go in. You might run into a fan too, you might see your name trending again.”

“Okay,” was his only reply. He continued to drive silently as you moped while thinking of a way to start another conversation. Time was ticking and you hadn’t realized almost an hour drive could feel this fast, does the world hate you after all?

Your brain cells were saved when Sakusa spoke next, “Have you thought about it?”

“About what?” you rubbed your palms to keep warmth, confused by what he meant.

“Dating guys in your university,” he states plainly. Your mouth hung slightly as you were struck by the memory of your conversation out at Atsumu’s patio.

You purse your lips, gripping the edge of your leather seat, “Absolutely not.”

Sakusa surprised you yet again with what he said next, “I thought that was the reason why you weren’t messaging me.”

You gaped at him, disbelieving. You didn’t even think he would notice! Suddenly you were overcome with a burst of joy, “You missed me?” you sounded way too happy for your own good.

Sakusa went completely silent. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer out of him but you were still happy with the thought of him waiting for a message from you. It was likely enough to keep you happy to be simply looking out the window on the whole way to your dormitory. But of course, you don’t miss the chance to talk to him more. You asked him a few questions here and there like how the new album was holding up and the shoots and other important marketing stuff the band needed to attend to. He answered in short one-word answers and if you were lucky, a full sentence.

Your good mood toned down when you were on the street that led to your dormitory, knowing you’d have to say goodbye to him again soon.

“Why don’t you consider it?” Sakusa asks as he stops the car in front of your building, “Seeing other guys?”

It was a bit funny how your mood went completely sour, when you were brimming with happiness a few minutes ago. Your expression was passive as you say, “I told you, you’re the only one I like,” he was bringing this up again. He couldn’t get it through his head that you would only ever like him.

“You started liking me when you were barely a teen,” Sakusa references your confession to him, where you admitted that you’ve liked him ever since you met him, “You should give yourself a chance to look at other people.”

“You won’t even look at me,” your shoulders curled, you felt like your chest was caving in on you with how loud it beat. You wondered if he could hear it.

“You’re better off with another guy,” Sakusa insists, leaning against his seat, exasperated, as if you were draining the life out of him.

“So you keep saying,” you say in almost a whisper, “Is it because you’re already seeing someone?” you ask, your mind thinking of other possible reasons as to why he didn’t even seem to want to let you like him. If he were to say that he was, you’d stop. Even though it would hurt.

“No,” Sakusa sighs, completely turning off the engine. 

“Then why can’t you even let me like you?” your voice almost cracks at the end. Your nails dug in your palm.

“Stop being stubborn, Miya,” Sakusa faces you completely, his jaw set, his eyes, the only tell for his actual emotions.

“Am I not pretty enough?” it was out before you could control yourself, you couldn’t even look him in the eye because of how ashamed you were at your question, “Sorry, I know you’re not the type to be shallow about appearances. But, of course you still have standards and that… might not… be me,” your voice getting fainter the more you talk.

There was a ringing in your ear, you felt lightheaded. Thinking of ways to remedy the situation, a sour situation you turned even more dour. You started feeling anxious in your seat, too bare, too exposed.

A touch was what got you out of your blinded stupor. A touch that was cold against your warmth.

“That’s not it at all,” a gentle hand raised your chin so you could meet his gaze, “You’re getting it all wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize again, guilty you were letting him in your emotional frenzy.

“Don’t… apologize,” Sakusa began looking frustrated, his jaw ticking and his eyes shaky, “You’re beautiful, okay?”

You blinked, once, twice.

Despite all the signs that you weren’t dreaming, you still weren’t convinced this was your reality. Sakusa just called you beautiful. Sakusa told you, you were beautiful. Sakusa called you beautiful. No matter how many times you rephrase it in your head, it still felt unreal. You dumbly stared back, not knowing what to reply.

“I, uhm, o-okay?” you embarrassingly stutter out. Sakusa found you beautiful.

“I’m only looking out for you,” the hand still on your chin caressed your cheek. His words brought your senses back. You were afraid he was going on another tirade about how your affection shouldn’t be directed at him. That you should find some other guy to pour your heart out to. That no matter what you do, he would never be the one for you.

You nibbled on your lower lip, observing as his gaze fell down to it and back up to meet your unsteady stare.

“But…” you began, thinking of comebacks, reasons, anything, “I like you,” your eyes fluttered, in the end, that was the only thing that mattered to you, “So much,” your voice was fragile, and you could barely look at him straight.

You watched as his gaze sharpened, you waited seconds for a frustrated remark but it never happened. Instead, it looked like he was contemplating something. You waited, patient, willing to take whatever it was that he was willing to give you. And then finally, as if he couldn’t resist it, he tilted your head to the side and slowly, softly, lips barely grazing your cheek. Like his touch, it was cool, yet it gave you warmth all the same as heat rose to your face.

It was quick, and abrupt, and he let go of you immediately after as if your skin gave him burns.

Sakusa was tense as he opened the door and stepped out of the car. You gulped, your heart wanted to escape your chest, and you could hardly remember how to breathe.

Steadily—as steady as you can manage in your current state—and carefully, a hand went up to hold your cheek where Sakusa kissed you.

a/n — alright so i went a lil crazy with this one BUT MY EXCUSE IS i am in love with sakusa kiyoomi HES SO UGH mine

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A/N: Oh myyyyy. My first James Kelly fic I’m so happy hehe. I spent so much time on this and I hope you enjoy this just as much as me!!

SUMMARY: After your car broke down, you don’t really have a choice but to go to the nearest auto shop you can find. What a surprise to see that a certain James is working there.

WC: 1.2K

WARNING: None for this chapter.

MLST part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5?

ONE NIGHT STAND

The auto shop wasn’t much to look at.

Its sign was half-lit, one of the bulbs flickering against the gray sky. The garage doors were rusted at the edges, and a battered old truck sat out front like it hadn’t moved in weeks. You hadn’t even noticed the place before today, even though you must’ve walked past it dozens of times. But when your car sputtered out two blocks from your apartment and refused to turn over, no click, no crank, nothing, this place suddenly felt like your only option.

But when you walked inside, the bell ticking at your arrival, you saw the man you least expected to see, hell, you wanted to forget him.

You weren’t supposed to see him again.

That was the unspoken agreement, the deal made somewhere between the second whiskey and the third kiss. A night of heat and nothing more. No last names. No texts. No follow-up.

And yet, there he was.

James.

Standing in the middle of the open garage bay, his shoulders broad under a blue work overall smeared with grease, his sleeves pushed to his elbows. The sunlight caught on his forearms as he leaned over the open hood of a car, one hand steady on the frame, the other wiping a rag across the side of his wrist.

You stopped mid-step. Your breath caught. The engine noise faded into the background like someone hit mute on the world.

He hadn’t seen you yet.

You could leave. You should. But your car died on the side of the road not ten minutes earlier, and the old guy at the front desk had called ahead to this shop for a repair. It was supposed to be just a quick fix. A battery, maybe. A cable.

Not him.

You took a step forward. Gravel crunched under your black boots. His head turned from the car he was working on at the sound.

And then those eyes, the ones you hadn’t been able to forget, locked onto yours.

The world seemed to hold its breath.

For a second, you couldn’t tell if he recognized you. His expression didn’t shift. No smirk. No flicker of embarrassment. Just the same unreadable stare he’d given you that night, right before he kissed you like he didn’t know how to be gentle, like he hadn't eaten in days.

Then his jaw tightened.

He knew.

“Can I help you?” His voice was low. Unchanged. Familiar in a way that made your chest feel like it was cracking open.

You opened your mouth. It took a second for the words to come.

“My car died,” you said. “I called and they sent me here. He said one of his guys would take a look.”

James nodded once, slowly. “You’re the Civic?”

You nodded.

He didn’t say anything else. Just walked past you toward the front office, all calm professionalism. Like you were a stranger. Like he hadn’t pressed you against a hallway wall two months ago and whispered your name into your neck like a confession.

You followed him into the office.

The same old man was waiting behind the desk, cheerful and oblivious. He handed you a clipboard and asked you the usual questions: make, model, last time you had it serviced. You answered mechanically, pen scratching across paper as your ears rang.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel James watching you. Not obviously. Not directly. But it was there, the weight of it. The question in his silence.

He whistled low at the battery code and sent one of the younger guys to go pick up your car. “Might be a quick fix,” he said, glancing between you and James. “Unless the starter’s fried.

“I’ll check it,” James said, already turning back toward the garage.

You hesitated. “James—"

He stopped as you left the office to meet him by the counter.

Didn’t look back. Just stood there, spine straight, hands on his hips.

You dropped your voice. “You weren’t gonna say anything?”

He turned then. Slowly. Blue eyes locked on yours, sharper than you remembered.

“I didn't realize it was you.”

“And now that you know?”

A beat.

“I’m still figuring that out.”

There was no heat in his voice. No guilt either. Just that same steady calm, like he never let himself react too fast. That same tension you’d felt after he kissed you the first time, like he was always holding back more than he gave.

You stepped toward him, just a little. Not enough to make a scene. Just enough that the air shifted between you.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” you said.

His gaze dropped to your mouth, just for a second. Then back to your eyes.

“We weren't supposed to, didn’t want to explain anything.”

“Why?”

“Because it wasn’t supposed to mean anything.”

The words stung more than they should have. But he didn’t say it like it was cruel. He said it like it had cost him something, too. But that was the engagement you both signed when you shared your kisses.

“And now?” you asked, quietly.

James glanced toward the bay. The clang of tools echoed in the background. His jaw worked once, like he wanted to say something else but didn’t know how.

“I don’t know,” he said. “You want the truth?”

You nodded.

“I didn’t stop thinking about you,” he said. “But I figured you moved on. People like you don’t circle back.”

You blinked. “People like me?”

“People who stick to comfort. I’m not that kind of guy.”

Your heart thudded once. Twice.

“Well,” you said, voice soft but steady, “I guess the universe decided you were for today.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was the closest you’d seen to something real. You don't think he even smiled that night, but the alcohol didn't help.

“You want me to pretend we don’t know each other?” he asked.

You shook your head. “That’s not what I said.”

He didn’t speak for a long second. Then he stepped forward. Close. Close enough that you could smell the soap on his skin beneath the grease and sweat and metal. Close enough to remember exactly how he’d looked above you in the half-light of that one messy night.

“I don’t forget that easily.” he said.

Neither did you.

He didn’t touch you. Not yet. But his hand brushed yours as he passed toward the door.

He walked towards your car, which had been towed into the parking lot. Your heartbeat shattered out of your chest like a hammer.

And this time, he didn’t leave.

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Not sure if you already made your choice, but my vote is make them along the same "universe/stablished relationships" pls

If Not For You | WillNE

Can be read as a one shot, but follows the structure of the Best Part series!

In which Will turns 29.

———-

Will woke up to his favourite smell in the world - freshly brewed batch brew and the faint scent of Y/N’s perfume lingering across the bed sheets. The sound of the newest Sam Fender vinyl travelled down the hallway, where she could be heard humming along.

Deciding to fight the sleep he so desperately needed post charity match celebrations, Will pulled the covers back and made his way down the hallway. Turning the corner, he was met with balloons, streamers and a handmade “Happy Birthday!” sign hanging all across the living room. Hearing her boyfriend enter, Y/N crossed the room.

“Happy birthday, darling!” she stood in front of him, resting her hands on his chest.

“You really did all of this for me?” Will smiled at her, gently pulling her closer. “I haven’t seen streamers since I was a kid.”

“You only turn 29 once.” Y/N placed a sweet kiss to his cheek, grabbing his hand and pulling him through to the kitchen, where a massive spread of breakfast foods lay. “I know you mentioned you don’t have too many birthday breakfast traditions, so I thought I would pass on one from my family.. if that’s okay?”.

“Sweetheart, that is more than okay.” He kissed the side of her head. “Tell me about this one.”

Y/N went through and shared her birthday tradition - each year in her family, she and her siblings got to pick whatever they’d like for breakfast. Each year, her siblings would all vote for several items so that no one was left out. “My brother likes pancakes, whereas my sister is more of a scrambled eggs kinda girl, so we would just end up with 3 separate dishes and we’d share…. Think of it as a breakfast buffet but with no real flow.”

Will laughed. “Knowing what you and your sister are like, I have a feeling you bullied your brother into participating.”

“Yeah well, we should be celebrated for putting up with him for yet another year.” Y/N grinned, pulling a seat out for Will. “Ladies first.”

“Oi!” He tried to act offended, his grin a dead giveaway.

As they sat tucking into their breakfast, Will turned to look at his girlfriend. “Are you gonna wish Lux a happy birthday?”.

“Yeah I will later, we’ve got that padel competition to go to,” she responded, hand covering her mouth as she chewed. “Did we get him a gift?”.

“No, I was thinking our presence would be the present.” He quirked an eyebrow up at her, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence. A few minutes later, Will started giggling to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Y/N asked, trying to suppress her own laugh.

Will went to answer, before the giggles truly overtook him. “Don’t you… think it’s funny… that you clearly have a type?”. Y/N sat quietly, unsure of what he meant. “Tall, brunette, fit YouTubers born on the 11th of March.” A smirk took up real estate on his lips.

“Oh, fuck off!” Y/N laughed, picking a pancake up off of the plate and throwing at him.

She was met with absolute howling, Will teasing her something chronic. Although she tried her best to pout at the teasing, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh along. “Don’t tell Cal I traded him in for the younger model.” She was sure half of London could hear Will cackling away.

—

A morning of walking along their local coffee shop strip, opening heartfelt homemade gifts and lunch at Will’s favourite Japanese restaurant had ensued. They’d had to race to Cal’s inaugural padel extravaganza, accidentally tipsy on saké. After embarrassing themselves with a severe lack of hand eye coordination, a takeaway dinner and night of board games awaited them.

In the early evening, the YouTube crew had dwindled. They sat around Cal’s apartment, reflecting on the intense padel game. ‘Intense’, aka a lot of yelling, swearing and not actually hitting the ball. Chip had offered to umpire, but actually spent the whole time filming Bach and Arthur, finding their bickering more entertaining than umpiring.

Will, George, Chip, Freezy and Cal found themselves sitting on the couch catching up as Y/N, Becky and Sabina cleaned up the dishes from dinner and giggled over glasses of Prosecco.

Chip sat fidgeting, fighting the urge to ask what was an otherwise inappropriate question. He looked between Will and Cal, before blurting out “don’t you guys think it’s weird that you’ve dated the same girl?”.

Cal’s face morphed into one of confusion. “How the fuck do you know about that?”.

Freezy laughed. “How do you think? Harry.”

Will and Cal exchanged looks, before Cal ultimately beat him to it. “I don’t think it’s weird. None of you would’ve known if it weren’t for Harry, but since you’re all so interested, we went out for a little while and it was giving off more of a platonic vibe. Will and Y/N are different… it feels like the real thing.”

Will’s eyes softened, looking his friend in the eye. Thank you, he mouthed. He had known how rough it had been for Cal having to give up.

Freezy looked to Will. “And you’re okay with it? You’re okay with everyone being here?”.

“Well, fucking obviously mate. Lux and I have been friends for a long time. She’s the love of my life. They’re friends. Happy days, really.” Will nonchalantly announced to the group.

A wide grin spread across Cal’s face. “Did I just hear you correctly? Love of your life?”.

Will returned the grin. “Yeah, mate. She’s the one.”

George broke the comfortable silence. “Must’ve been the mullet that got her.”

Across the room, the girls roll their eyes at the cheering coming from the boys sitting on the couch.

Their last girls evening had resulted in Y/N and Sabina getting insanely wine drunk and opening up about their relationships - Y/N spilling the beans about her now not-so-secret summer fling with Cal. Becky had supervised, in tears of laughter as the other two girls desperately tried and failed to hide the true extent of their intoxication.

“You know Y/N, I’m so glad you’ve ended up with Will. I don’t know how to explain it but he just… gets you. It’s like he’s able to read your mind.” Sabina spoke sincerely, squeezing Y/N’s hand.

George, as if sensing they were having a heart to heart, slyly left the boys to come hang out with the girls. Slotting himself in between Becky and Y/N, he wrapped an arm around each of them. “My favourite ugly stepsisters.”

Both girls laughed, but Sabina stood with her jaw dropped.

George immediately began to apologise. “No Sab, I didn’t mean that really. It’s the name of our group chat.” Becky and Y/N stood cackling as George tried to justify bullying his best friends.

“Are you guys taking new recruits? I wanna be a stepsister.” Sabrina pouted, looking to the trio.

Becky grinned. “The more the merrier… or more rounds to buy.”

Y/N found herself looking amongst the room, basking in the total joy that seemed to radiate. For the first time in a while, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.

—

Just before midnight, Y/N and Will lay in bed, the faint sound of TikTok and laughter filling the silence. Y/N locked her phone, turning to face Will. Seeing her silent call for attention, he copied her movements.

She spoke quietly. “I have something I wanna tell you.”

“I’m all ears.” He sat up, resting his head in his palm.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Y/N sat, misty eyed. “I have felt myself getting a bit teary all day thinking about you and how I can’t wait to celebrate and create new traditions every year.” She paused, looking Will in the eye. “I just cannot believe that I have found someone who loves me the way you do… you are all I have always wanted but hadn’t felt I deserved.”

Will shared the same look, his eyes glistening from unshed tears. “I was literally thinking the same thing about you. All day, I’ve felt like a kid again. Like I’ve actually been really savouring my birthday and it’s got that childlike magic to it. If you weren’t in my life, I’d probably be sat here having a conniption over turning 30 next year.” She laughed. “Thanks for being here, darling. For loving me the way we both deserve.”

Placing a sweet kiss to his lips and wiping the few tears beneath her eyes, Y/N sat up in bed. “I have one last thing for you.”

“I don’t think it‘s possible for you to make today any better.” Will spoke sincerely.

“Close your eyes. I’ll be back in one second.” With that, Y/N made her way to the kitchen. A few moments later, she called down the hallway. “Are your eyes closed?”.

“Screwed shut, sweet.” Will had sat up, hands covering his eyes. He felt a dip in the bed, signalling his girlfriend had returned. “You can open your eyes now.” He slowly opened his eyes to see her sat with a singular cupcake, a lit candle in the middle of it. She softly began to sing ‘happy birthday’, her voice filling the room.

The clock read 11:59. Will blew the candle out. He dipped his thumb in the icing, raising his hand to Y/N’s mouth and smearing it across her bottom lip. She laughed as he placed gentle kisses along her jaw, eventually kissing the icing away.

Will met her eyes, speaking with total sincerity. “What a fucking privilege it is to get old with you.”

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A/N: Hey friends! Apologies for the lack of content, it has been a pretty intense couple of weeks for me. I had intended this to be out on Will’s birthday but totally missed it (shoutout to the Australian time zones)!

Thank you so much for engaging, liking, commenting and reblogging these stories. I’m glad you guys enjoy reading my stuff as much as I love reading the plethora of wonderful fics on here.

So whether it is Wednesday or Thursday for you - wishing you a fantastic day ahead. Anddddd…. Happy AusGP week to those who celebrate!! ❤️