#and I want to go back so bad because it's nice to know that she and a couple other people (she mentioned I was brought up recently) still

[luveline]

Can we perhaps have more of Hotch and Spencer's Shy older sister???

hotch knows he shouldn’t flirt but he can’t really help himself! fem, 1.3k

Aaron’s used to rushing around. He has so little time and so much to do, he spends the majority of his life trying to cram it to capacity. But the half an hour of therapy he forced himself to sit through with the BAU psychologist did unfortunately shed some light on what this is doing to his head —he’s more prone to panicking now than he was ten years ago. He keeps his head at work because he has to, but the fact of the matter is that there will be moments where he can’t choose if he doesn’t look after himself better. 

So. Today Aaron is looking for clothes. Some for himself and some for Jack, and it’s alright if it takes him four hours. All he has to do is get them some summer shorts and get Jack some new underclothes now he’s growing again, and afterwards he’ll go to the butchers for some fresh beef to grind, so he and Jack can make burgers when he’s home from his Aunt Jess’. 

Unfortunately, Aaron is bored out of his mind. He has a basket full of all the things he’d needed, having found what he needed methodically, and now he’s remembered he’s supposed to be relaxing as he's perusing the aisles. There isn’t much relaxing about department stores. A baby cries in a stroller across the room, a clerk slides hangers over a squeaking rail, and an annoying gentleman flirts over loud somewhere to the right. 

“Let me take you out for coffee.” 

Aaron turns the price tag on a sweatshirt and glares at it. Why should a plain black sweatshirt cost forty seven dollars? Jack will only have it for the year. It has about twenty good wears in it. 

“What do you say, sweetheart? Can we go for coffee?” 

Aaron lifts his head before you’ve opened your mouth to speak. He’s surprised to see it’s you, a Reid, nervously disposed as your brother, shifting from one foot onto another. “It’s a nice offer–”

You’re spoken over. “What do you like, matcha? Ice coffee?” 

Your lips are turning down. “I’m sorry, I–” Aaron can feel your panic, poor shy girl. He’s met you a handful of times with your brother in company, and each time you’ve melted under the attention, flustered, and somehow Aaron can tell this is different. “I’m married.” 

It’s obvious that you’re not being truthful. Your tone is high-strung, and it doesn’t perturb the unnamed man one bit. “Are you sure?” he asks with a laugh. “You don’t sound sure.” 

Aaron can’t confess to liking that. 

If a woman doesn’t want you to flirt with her, you shouldn’t. If she says she has a boyfriend, whether that seems true or untrue, you leave her alone. These are basic rules, easily followed, and easier still not to laugh at you. No, you won’t be laughed at. 

Aaron clears his throat, cutting the man’s laugh short, and worsening your panic for the few seconds where you don’t know who he is. You tip your head to him and there, he can see the thread of recognition. There’s pleasure to be found in the relief in your eyes, but Aaron puts it out of his mind. “She’s sure,” he says simply. 

“Aaron,” you say. 

“Found it,” Aaron says, presenting you with the forty-seven dollar sweatshirt, proud when you take it. “He’ll grow out of it by Christmas, but Mrs. Lundy can finally leave us alone about him having clothes for soft play.”

You play your part, inspecting the sweatshirt with a narrowed brow. “It seems a bit short for Jack?” 

Aaron gives your flirting man a look. Sorry buddy, it says, though he isn’t sorry at all. You’re firmly taken. 

“Well, I tried,” he says. 

Aaron snorts. 

You wait for the man to leave before letting your shoulders drop, rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand. “Ah, I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m so bad at saying no.”

“Do you really think that’s too short for Jack?” he asks. 

You raise your gaze. “Well, when I last saw him he was at my hip. That looks like it’d fit him and all, but not when he raises his arms? I don’t know, though, I’m not a mom.” 

You could be, thinking about the arm raising. It’s something he should’ve thought about himself. “I didn’t want to pay for it, anyhow,” he says, sliding it onto a random rack with a small apology in mind for whoever has to put it back. “I hope my intrusion was warranted.” 

“You probably think I’m a bad person. I should’ve been honest.” 

“For lying? You can be married if you want. It’s not really his business.” 

You seem to remember then that you’re intimidated by him, no matter how hard Aaron might try to put you at ease (though, to be fair to you, the last time you’d met Aaron had been flirting) (only because you’d had a crush on him all those years ago when Spencer settled into his new job and you’d came into Virginia to make sure of it). Your hand drifts to your neck and you look pointedly away from the women’s underwear behind you. 

“Uh, so– so how are you?” you ask. 

“I’m good, honey,” he says, entrenched in a fondness for you that’s far more endeared than pitying. “I thought I better come and get Jack some summer clothes without him hanging off of my arm. How are you? How are you settling in?” 

You’d finally made the move to be with Spencer a few months ago. You have your own apartment near his in Washington D.C, and Aaron hasn’t had any opportunity to see you beyond a few lunchtime visits. “It’s good to see you,” he says, giving you little time to answer his questions. 

Your answer is quiet, but not without genuineness. “It’s good to see you too, Aaron.” 

“And you’re alright?” 

“I’m fine.” You offer a smile that melts him to the bone, has him thinking oh, maybe I’m in more trouble than I first thought. “I start my new job on Monday.”

“Really? Where are you working?” 

Before he’s realised, you and Aaron have spent a half an hour standing in one place. Not the kind of chatter you can’t get away from: he is delighting in making you smile, and then laugh. If you weren’t Spencer’s sister, if he hadn’t just saved you from an untimely suitor, Aaron believes he’s grown enough to ask you out, making his intentions and affections clear, because you’re very cute. But you are Spencer’s sister, and you’d already found yourself trapped today by somebody who couldn’t take a hint. 

“Sorry,” you’re saying, “I’ve kept you,” and you’re still flustered, but it’s more of a glow now than a frazzled halo, beaming delight at holding his attention. If you only knew. “I’ll leave you to finish your shopping.” 

“It’s alright, I kept you too.” 

“Do you have a busy day?” you ask. 

“Not really. I have to pick Jack up later… But nothing else.” 

You both seem to teeter on the edge of the question, the possibility of what he could ask you, or what you could ask him if you weren’t so shy. He knows you won’t be able to. 

You let the quiet settle for just long enough for Aaron to know what you want. Spencer’s sister and invented marriage included. You aren’t making conversation and neither is he, because… 

“Would you want to grab a coffee?” he asks, chipper, to mask his nerves. 

You smile shyly. Your eyes dart to his hands, reminding him suddenly of the you he’d met years ago, timid sweetheart just a few years older than her genius brother and used to hiding in his shadow regardless, Gideon’s reluctantly amused observation: She’s sweet on you?

You aren’t as all-consumingly timid now. Still shy. Still sweet on him, it seems. “Yes,” you say, meeting his eyes from under lashes he’d like to feel beneath his fingertip, “I want to.” 

[munsonsmixtapes]

Mechanic Eddie? The reader is Eddie’s girlfriend or wife and she’s stopping by the shop cause they have lunch plans. While she’s waiting for Eddie one of the other mechanics (who Eddie cannot stand) starts hitting on her thinking she’s a customer and Eddie gets mad… 👀 and reader and Eddie don’t make it to the lunch plan cause Eddie goes feral 🤭

She’s back at it again with amazing ideas!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, creampie, cockwarming, reader gets hit on by one of Eddie’s employees

The shop is practically empty when you enter it and everyone stops to wave at you, making sure to do so since they all seem to want to kiss up to the boss’s wife to get on Eddie’s good side. And as long as you’re happy, he is. You’re the most important thing in his life so he takes your opinion very seriously. When he opened the shop, he let you pick out a lot of the decorations. And he can’t help but smile proudly when customers compliment the 50’s themed decor that was all thanks to you.

You’re so in love with each other and everyone knows it. All of his employees love you and they’re all so respectful, treating you like they do him. It also helps that you bring them sandwiches pretty much every time you come in.

Rod is the new guy who always flirts with the women who come in, even when they bring along their romantic partners and he’s one more complaint away from being fired. Three strikes and he’s out. He’s got one more left and Eddie really hopes he doesn’t blow it.

But when you show up in your short dress, that promise Rod made to Eddie about being on his best behavior goes out the window. He watches you move through the shop, handing out sandwiches and making conversation with the other employees and he has a one track mind now, completely abandoning his current task as you approach. He thinks that maybe his flirting will finally work out.

He leans against the hood of the car he’s working on, making an attempt to make you notice him and you do, making a beeline for him with your basket of sandwiches. You figure he must be the new guy Eddie’s constantly complaining about and now you’re interested to see if he’s actually as bad as your husband says because he always tends to be a bit dramatic.

You put on your bright smile and hold the basket out to Rod. He happily takes a sandwich then steps forward and makes an attempt to put on a flirty smile. Yours matches his, but he doesn’t know that you’re just trying to be nice.

“I’m y/n,” you smile, putting your hand out for him to shake and he takes it despite all of the grease on his hands. You give it a shake then quickly pull away, already feeling uncomfortable being near the man.

“Rod,” he says with a nod, stepping even closer and now you’re fearing for your safety. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?”

“I think maybe I should reintroduce myself again,” you reply. I’m y/n, y/n Munson, Eddie’s wife.” You hold up the hand you’ve got your ring on and Rod’s mouth falls open at the giant rock on your ring finger. The thing is so huge that he’s sure he could see it from outer space.

He doesn’t seem to care that you’re married because he’s stepping even closer, causing you to step back again and again until your back hits someone’s chest. Their hand lands on your shoulder and just from the weight of it, you just know that it’s your husband.

“That’s the final straw. I’ve given you plenty of chances to change but I haven’t seen any growth. You have made so many people uncomfortable and now you’re hitting on y/n? Get out.”

Eddie is normally very relaxed so seeing him so riled up is so different. He’s always so sweet to you so this isn’t something you see very often. But when you do…god, you’re nothing but a puddle. The way he’s so angry and on your behalf makes you feel the need to go clean yourself up, just knowing that you’re making a mess in your panties.

“What-”

“Did I stutter? Apologize to my wife and the fuck out!” Eddie’s pointing towards the door and you’re no longer scared but rather turned on by how protective Eddie is of you. You know he was wanting an excuse to fire the guy anyway, but still. He’s always quick to jump to your defense and you feel so loved because of it. He’s your hero until death do you part.

“I’m sorry,” Rod apologizes then makes a scene of leaving the shop, throwing different tools around while screaming expletives and how he’s going to sue for wrongful termination.

You laugh it off, not actually scared anymore as Eddie protectively wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. Once Rod is gone, his tired screeching as he pulls out of the parking lot, everyone goes back to work and you and Eddie go to his office, business as usual. It’s just a little blip.

Once safely inside his office, you sit on his desk, admiring the photo he has of the two of you on your wedding day, sharing a kiss. He has copies of that exact photo everywhere, even keeping one in his wallet to look at when he misses you, which is anytime he’s not around you.

You spread your legs and he steps between them. You grab hold of his shirt and pull him closer, pressing your lips to his as he cages you in, pressing his hands against the desk. You both know he needs to get back to work, but the position you’re in and the need is far too strong to ignore.

You watch him slowly sink to the floor, pulling your panties down as he does and once they’re off, he sticks them in his back pocket before discarding your shoes. He then grabs hold of your thighs and pulls you closer, draping your legs over his shoulders. Your dress is pushed up as he kisses up your legs, murmuring what you just know are sweet nothings into your skin.

“Shouldn’t I be the one giving you head?” You ask and Eddie can’t help but let out a chuckle.

“But I’m not the one who looks fucking hot today so really, I’m just giving you what you rightfully deserve,” he replies, peppering your inner thigh with kisses before shoving his face into your cunt.

He’s being nothing but gentle, teasing as he goes in with his tongue, putting just a little pressure on your clit as you let out a moan, making sure to get his hair out of the way so it doesn’t interfere with his work. You move it this way and that as he gets more aggressive, biting down again and again. Both of you are grateful that he had all of that soundproof material installed for exactly this reason. Let’s just say that this isn’t the first time that you’ve been in the exact position in this exact setting…

He somehow gets you even closer, pushing his face further into your cunt as your heels dig into his back, moan after moan falling from your lips. The whole thing is making you dizzy just like usual, but this time, you’re on such a high that you feel you’re seeing stars. He’s much more aggressive, more hungry than normal, acting like he didn’t do this exact thing last night when the two of you couldn’t sleep.

You’re close, you can feel it. You’re pulling on his hair and that only encourages him, putting more into it than he ever has and as you reach your orgasm, nothing but his name falls from your lips in a loud, breathy moan which makes him hard as a rock.

He doesn’t even give you time to come down when he comes up for air. He immediately presses his lips to yours, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to his chair. He sits down, letting you straddle his lap as his tongue slides into your mouth so you can taste yourself on him.

Eddie grabs hold of your hips, helping your grind against him, making him even harder as you move together. He’s bucking his own hips against yours as he moans into your mouth at the feeling. He think he’s earned a fuck after making you come like he did.

You’re unbuttoning his pants as he rolls the chair back against the wall so it’s less likely to move with your activity. His pants are somehow down in an instant and you’re rolling the condom onto him before topping him, your lips moving to his neck as you begin to ride him. Soft and slow as you kiss his neck, his hands moving up your back and curling into the fabric.

You’re moving slower than usual, not in any rush even though you’re in Eddie’s place of work. That’s not even something that’s on your mind. You’re so caught up in him and the way he makes you feel that you can’t possibly stop now, not for anything.

He’s bucking his hips against yours the best he can, watching you hover over him, showering him with compliments about how he’s your hero and how you can always count on him to save the day. He’s eating it up, both your words and the way you’re moving, wanting to take your time.

It always seems like you both are in a rush just because of how horny you are for each other, but this is different, it’s much more intimate, more loving. He wants to stay like that forever. And even when Eddie is coming, he’s still thinking about how much he doesn’t want to leave.

So you two stay like that for a while, just holding each other until it’s time to go home, your lunch plans- the entire reason you had even shown up-completely forgotten just like always. Now you suppose you just have to make it up to him by skipping straight to dessert.

[happy74827]

White Lies

[Spencer Reid x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You have constantly lied to your mother about your private life, as she was one to disapprove of everything, but those "harmless lies" become a lot more serious when you forget to cancel plans with your closest friend.

WC: 3036

Category: Fluff, Fake Dating, Sassy!Reid {TW: Reader’s mom is Authoritarian}

Another drafted idea that I finally wrote up because Spencer is the definition of pookie, and you cannot change my mind. This is also a dedication to my girl, @yoursacredqueenmother, for matching my crazy delulu fantasies 🫶💖

『••✎••』

Your mom has always been a force of nature—a whirlwind of opinions, expectations, and unsolicited advice that sweeps through your life like a hurricane. She’s the kind of woman who believes she knows what’s best for you, even when you’re pretty sure she doesn’t. Ever since you turned 30 last year, her visits have become more frequent, and her nagging has reached a fever pitch.

"You’re getting old, sweetheart," she’d say, her voice dripping with concern that felt more like judgment. "You need to settle down, find a nice man, start a family. I’m not going to be around forever, you know."

The words were always delivered with a smile, but they stung like a slap. You love her, you really do, but her constant pressure makes you feel like you’re failing at some unspoken test of womanhood.

So, to get her off your back, you’d started lying. Little white lies at first—"I’m seeing someone, Mom, it’s just early stages"—but they quickly snowballed into more and more elaborate fibs. Soon, you were telling her that you were dating a doctor who wanted nothing more than to start a family with you but was waiting for the right time.

It was easier to make up a fictitious doctor than to explain the real reason you were still single.

Because the truth is that the man of your dreams is already in your life, he's been here for years, and he's always been the perfect friend. The problem is that he's a little hard to read. You have no idea how he feels about you or if he sees you as more than a friend.

You'd tried to tell him how you felt about him before, but the words had stuck in your throat. He’d seemed so confused, so shocked by the mere suggestion of romance. Maybe he just didn't see you that way. Maybe you’d ruin your friendship by even mentioning the idea.

This led to where you are now: alone, frustrated, and trying to figure out how to keep your mother from butting into your personal life. You’d thought maybe she’d drop the issue after your birthday, but she’d come by to "surprise you" last night and is now currently sitting at the kitchen table, looking around your apartment with an expression of vague disappointment.

"Honey, you’re an adult now," she says, not looking up from her coffee cup. "You can’t keep living like this."

She gestures at the living room, which is scattered with discarded letters and half-read books. The mess is a symptom of the chaos in your head as you’ve been too preoccupied with thoughts of him to worry about cleaning up after yourself.

"It’s not that bad," you mumble, though you know it is. Even he’d commented on the state of your apartment when he’d last stopped by, and his place is usually worse than yours. Messy, not dirty. He’s a bit of an organized hoarder.

"Well, maybe not for a single girl," she sighs. "But what if Doctor Whoever comes over? Don’t you want to impress him?"

You bite your lip, trying to keep your temper in check. This is the problem with your mother—she has a habit of steamrolling over your feelings, and you've never been able to stand up to her. You’d thought you were done having this argument when you turned 30. Apparently, you’d thought wrong.

"Mom," you begin, your voice firm. "I told you, he doesn't care about stuff like that. He's more concerned with things like—"

The doorbell rings, interrupting you mid-sentence. Thank God. You’re not sure what you would have said, but any excuse is better than none. You figured it was the mailman, late with that package you’d been expecting, but when you just so happen to glance at the calendar (the one your father bought you last Christmas, with pictures of cats wearing hats), your stomach drops.

March 21st, which may not seem important, and it really isn’t, unless you look closer and realize that the cat in the picture is wearing a lab coat and is holding a beaker. Because that, my friends, is not just a picture. It is a reminder.

The one thing you had not wanted to forget.

The one thing, apparently, you had forgotten.

You’d been so busy trying to avoid your mother’s questions about your non-existent boyfriend that you’d completely lost track of time. The calendar sits there, taunting you, and all you can think is:

Oh, no.

Because the person who had rang the doorbell? It was him. He and his adorable grin, hazel-like eyes, and messy brown hair. He probably even brought a bag of those terribly expensive chocolates you love.

You want to cry. Of course, it had to be that day, the day of all days, the day you'd been secretly anticipating for all month.

Chess day. It was a monthly ritual you'd started with him when he'd discovered that you, too, were a fan of the game. You were absolutely terrible at it, and he won every time, but honestly, you didn't care. Chess day was just an excuse for you to spend time with him.

Except today, you have company, and it’s not exactly the kind you want him to meet.

You were supposed to call him, but in your haste to please your mom, you completely forgot.

Your mother’s gaze shifts to the door, and her eyebrows rise as if she can sense his presence on the other side. "Well, aren’t you going to answer that?"

No.

That's what you wanted to say. Instead, you hear yourself saying:

"Yeah, just a sec."

And, like a complete idiot, you open the door.

You open the door, and he’s there, all bright-eyed, smiling, holding a box of chocolates and his perfectly polished travel chess set. You feel like the biggest jerk in the world.

"Uh, hey!" he chirps, his voice making your stomach flip. He doesn’t seem to notice the tension in the air or the fact that your mother is standing right behind you, peering curiously over your shoulder. "I know I’m a little early, but I needed to pick up some things and..."

He trails off as his gaze settles on your mother. She’s eyeing him like a hawk and doing what she does when meeting a new person: leaning forward slightly, squinting her eyes, and tilting her head. You can see the wheels turning in her mind.

"Is this him?" she asks, her eyes wide with excitement.

Before you can stop her, she grabs your wrist and pulls you aside. You stumble into the kitchen, and she takes your place, smiling warmly at him.

"So, you’re the doctor," she says, her voice full of approval. "My daughter has told me so much about you!"

Oh, this is bad. So, so bad.

"Uh," he begins, clearly caught off-guard. His eyes dart to yours, and you were expecting his classic confused puppy look, but this time, it’s different. He looks... honored? No, that can't be right.

"She… talked about me?" he stammers, looking back at your mother.

She nods. "All the time! In fact, I was starting to think she’d made you up. It’s good to know my daughter has such a handsome young man in her life."

You want to die. Right there, on the spot. But, somehow, you manage to force a smile, even as your heart pounds with anxiety.

And your mother? She beams.

"It’s lovely to meet you finally," she gushes. She reaches out and shakes his hand, and he stares at her with a dazed expression. "My daughter has always been a bit shy, and she tends to keep things close to the vest if you know what I mean."

"Mom, please," you cut in, mortified. "Stop."

He still hasn't said a word, and the silence is killing you.

"Well, come on in, then," your mother continues, ignoring your protests. "I insist. After all, I can't wait to learn more about my future son-in-law!"

And this is when the situation goes from bad to worse.

This is when he freezes, and the box of chocolates threatens to slip from his fingers. You watched as he struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"I... Uh, that's not... we’re not..."

"Yes! Yes, we are!" you shout, desperate to cover up his stammering. He looks at you, his expression shifting from confused to shocked, and it’s like a punch in the gut. "That’s right, Mom. This is him. My boyfriend. Doctor Whoever."

"Oh, sweetie, this is so wonderful!" Your mother is so busy clapping her hands with delight that she doesn't notice his reaction.

"Doctor… Whoever?" He looks offended and a bit hurt. "What’s that supposed to mean—?"

"Shush!" You hiss, silently pleading with him to keep quiet. He must have caught your desperation because he shuts his mouth.

It allowed you a moment to process everything. Your mother is smiling widely, her face filled with delight. She doesn't even seem bothered by the fact that he’s currently dressed like a college professor with an evident love for scarves.

Meanwhile, he’s standing there, blinking stupidly, looking as if his entire world has been flipped upside-down. He seems torn between anger and elation, and honestly, it’s confusing as hell. You want to grab him and apologize and explain that this was all a mistake, but you can’t. Not with your mother right there.

So, you knew what you had to do.

"Mom! Say, would you mind doing me a huge favor and just give us like a few minutes? We have some important totally-not-boyfriend stuff to discuss."

"Sure, honey." She grins. "I'll do some unpacking. How about that?"

"Perfect!"

She practically skips into the other room, leaving the two of you alone. There’s a long, uncomfortable silence, broken only by the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut.

The sigh you let out is one of relief, tinged with the faintest hint of dread.

Though, he was the first to break the silence with words.

"I didn’t realize we were dating," he says, his voice low. He's not quite glaring at you, but it's a close thing. "Last time I checked, statistically, dating requires at least two people. Which leads me to the logical conclusion that you are, in fact, a liar. Unless this is some strange, newfangled term for friendship, in which case, I think it would be more appropriate for me to refer to you as the "teller of lies" rather than a—"

"I know, I'm sorry." You blurt out, your cheeks flushing with shame. "I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. She was asking all these questions, and I couldn't tell her the truth, and then she just kept talking, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise, and... I panicked. Okay? That’s all."

"What do you mean, couldn’t tell her the truth?" He narrows his eyes. "Is something wrong? Did you get yourself into trouble?"

"No! No, nothing like that."

"Then, what is it that you can't tell her?"

He steps closer, and the concern in his eyes makes you feel even guiltier.

"Look, don't worry about it, alright? It’s not important." You turn away, refusing to meet his gaze.

"If it isn’t important, then why are you so embarrassed?"

"I’m not embarrassed."

"Your cheeks are flushed," he points out. "And you tend to rub your thumb against your forefinger when you’re feeling nervous or stressed. Which, coincidentally, is also something you do when you’re lying."

Damn it. You should’ve known better than to lie to a profiler.

"You don’t know what it’s like to be interrogated by my mother," you snap, harsher than intended. You soften your voice before continuing. "It’s like she’s constantly see-sawing between disapproval and pity. She means well, but when she’s around, I feel like I'm being crushed under the weight of her expectations."

He opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

"And I know, I know, that’s not an excuse for lying. I just... I’m sorry, okay? It was wrong and selfish and... I didn’t mean to drag you into it."

You brace yourself for the inevitable rejection, the anger, the disappointment. Instead, you hear him let out a sigh, followed by the familiar look of resolve that comes over him when he's faced with a challenging puzzle.

"You know, when we first met, you used to lie all the time." He glances at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You would say things like, 'I don't watch rom-coms,' and, 'I have a real job,' and, most infamously, 'there's no such thing as aliens.'"

"Hold on a minute—"

He ignored your protests, his smile growing wider.

"You’re not that bad of a liar. Actually, you’re pretty decent, considering your lack of social skills. So the fact that you’ve managed to fool your mother is pretty impressive."

"Hey—"

"And, honestly, it’s a little flattering."

"I— Wait… what?" You gape at him, trying to figure out what's going on. "Flattering?"

He shrugs, but you can tell he's trying not to blush.

"Liars tend to use people they know well or trust implicitly when they need a cover story because they have more information about them and are therefore more believable. So, by lying about your fake boyfriend, that being me, it suggests that you trust me enough to make a convincing cover story, and the fact that you are embarrassed about the deception implies a certain amount of fondness."

"You can't know all that from a simple lie."

"Can’t I?"

There's something in his tone, the slightest hint of a tease, that makes your heart flutter. He's always been like this, so damn perceptive. You never knew what to make of it.

"It’s actually a well-established behavioral theory," he continues. "Deceivers typically show affection toward the person they are attempting to deceive. In fact, a study in the 1970s—"

"Spencer, please." You hold up a hand. "I get it."

"I'm not so sure that you do."

There's an intensity in his gaze that makes your stomach do backflips.

"Because," he murmurs, moving a little closer, "if you did, I wouldn’t have had to spend the past three years of my life wondering why my best friend keeps avoiding my gaze."

"You noticed that?" You squeak, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

"I notice everything."

He takes a step toward you, and it’s so quick, so unexpected, that you can't help but glance up. He's actually extremely close, his face mere inches from yours, and you find yourself frozen, unable to speak, unable to think, as his eyes lock with yours.

"I notice that the color of your eyes changes depending on the lighting." He pauses, and his voice grows softer. "And I notice that your pupils dilate when I'm near. I notice the way you breathe, the way you laugh, the way you chew your bottom lip when you’re deep in thought. And I can’t help but notice that the closer I get, the faster your heart rate becomes. That could be a number of things, of course, and not just an indication of arousal, but considering the context, the likelihood that it’s due to anything other than sexual excitement is simply—"

"Spence," you breathe, your pulse pounding in your ears. You’re not sure what to do, so you blurt out the first thing that pops into your mind. "Do you want to be my fake boyfriend?"

There’s a moment of silence, followed by a quiet snort.

"I thought I already was."

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but the tension between you has lessened. Now, he’s simply staring at you with a smug smile, and it's like a dam has burst. The words tumble out of your mouth, spilling out like water from a leaky faucet.

"Well, then, you should know that my boyfriend is absolutely infuriating and has a tendency to ramble about obscure facts at inappropriate moments. And he’s really, really bad at taking a hint."

His smile widens, and his voice takes on a teasing tone.

"Oh, he is, is he? Tell me, is he good at chess?"

"No, he’s terrible at it."

"Then, he sounds like a total loser."

"Yeah," you admit, biting back a smile. "He’s the biggest loser I know."

"In that case, you should know that my girlfriend is incredibly frustrating and a compulsive liar who uses her boyfriend for cover stories. She also tends to cheat her way to victory despite still losing most of the time."

"I do not cheat!" You protest, playfully punching him on the shoulder.

"No, you just make up rules on the spot in order to justify why you lose so badly."

"You’re one to talk. You’re the one who’s been letting me win all this time."

"Perhaps," he grins. "Or maybe I’ve been letting you believe that."

You narrow your eyes.

"Are you admitting to me what I think you're admitting?"

"What is it that you think I’m admitting to?"

"I think you’re admitting to me that you’ve been throwing our chess games all this time."

"That sounds like the ramblings of someone who cheats and is trying to project their own faults onto others."

"Oh, you know what—"

And that's when the bedroom door swings open, and your mother's voice cuts through the air like a knife.

"Ahem."

She's standing there, smiling, and holding a box filled with old pictures and baby toys. Your father had sent it to you last year, hoping that you’d have children soon and use it, but you’d put it in storage, intending to deal with it later. Apparently, your mother had decided now was the perfect time.

The both of you share a look, and it's clear that he’s thinking the same thing as you.

"Not interrupting, am I?" She asks, glancing from him to you and then back again. Her smile was practically glowing, and she had a strange look in her eyes as if she were a cat watching a bird. "I was just looking for a place to put these old things and thought maybe my daughter's boyfriend might be interested in seeing them."

The shared look between the two of you solidified what was going through both of your minds. This was indeed going to be a long, long afternoon.

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Epilogue (The End)

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

And with that, we have reached the end. I could, as always, write a lot more, (And maybe eventually I will, but for right now, that's where we will leave Lando and Lizzie.)

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Twitch Stream Transcript – Max Fewtrell & Lando Norris

[Stream starts]

Max: Right, chat. I know we’ve been through a lot together. We’ve seen things. We’ve survived things. But I don’t think any of you are ready for what’s about to happen.

Max: Because, somehow, defying all expectations, defying all logic—Lando Norris is actually here.

Chat: 

LIAR.

NO WAY.

PROVE IT.

MAX THIS BETTER NOT BE A PRERECORDED AI CLIP.

OH SO HE DOES EXIST.

IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS.

Lando: [over voice chat, deadpan] I hate you.

Max: Gasp. He speaks. It’s real. It’s happening.

Lando: You’re so dramatic.

Max: No, mate, I’m just telling it like it is. The last time we saw you, you were escaping the internet at full speed. Thought you retired. Went off the grid. Became a monk.

Lando: Yeah, well. Things got messy.

Max: Understatement of the year.

Chat: 

YEAH NO KIDDING.

THE INTERNET WAS A NIGHTMARE.

LIZZIE DESERVED BETTER.

MARAAA OUR QUEEN.

THE ABLEISM WAS SO BAD.

LANDO DEFENDING HER >>>

Max: So, how’s Lizzie?

Lando: She’s good. Writing, mostly. And making sure I actually sleep.

Max: A saint.

Lando: Obviously.

Chat: 

PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS.

SHE NEEDS TO KNOW WE LOVE HER.

I WANT TO SEND HER FANMAIL BUT I’M SCARED.

MARA POST WHEN??

TELL LIZZIE SHE’S A QUEEN.

Max: But mate, you really should’ve warned me before hopping on. Nearly had a heart attack.

Lando: Didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

Max: Didn’t think it was—oh my god. Chat, back me up.

Chat: 

IT IS A BIG DEAL.

HISTORIC MOMENT.

LORE DROP.

WE THOUGHT LIZZIE LOGGED YOU OUT FOREVER.

DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER YOUR TWITCH PASSWORD??

SHE PROBABLY DRAGGED HIM BACK HERE.

Lando: Actually, she’s in the kitchen right now.

Max: Oh, is she? What’s she doing?

Lando: Giving Mara peanut butter.

Max: …Oh no.

Lando: Yeah.

(And then, as if on cue, absolute chaos erupts in Lando’s mic—loud licking, snuffling, something knocking against furniture. A thump. A very happy dog making a complete racket.)

Max: WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Lando: [muffled laughter] She’s going feral.

Max: CHAT, DO YOU HEAR THIS?

Chat: 

MARAAA.

SHE’S EATING LIKE SHE HASN’T BEEN FED IN YEARS.

DOG ASMR STREAM WHEN.

THAT’S THE SOUND OF A QUEEN ENJOYING LIFE.

SHE DESERVES EVERY BIT OF THAT PEANUT BUTTER.

Max: Mate. Your dog is losing it.

Lando: She loves peanut butter.

Max: Yeah, no kidding. It sounds like she’s wrestling it.

Lando: Wouldn’t surprise me.

Max: I swear, chat’s gonna riot if you don’t post a Mara video soon.

Lando: I’ll think about it.

Max: Think about it? No, mate, you don’t understand. Mara is the people’s princess.

Chat: 

MARA FOR PRESIDENT.

SHE DESERVES THE WORLD.

THE WAY SHE’S JUST EXISTING AND WE’RE ALL LOSING IT.

THIS IS NOW A MARA FAN STREAM.

GIRLBOSS.

Max: You could literally disappear again for months, but if you drop one single Mara clip, all will be forgiven.

Lando: Huh. Good to know.

Max: Don’t even pretend like you won’t exploit that.

Lando: [grinning] Wouldn’t dream of it.

(Mara, still licking peanut butter, lets out an extremely content sigh.)

Max: Oh, that was adorable.

Lando: Yeah, she’s great.

Max: I can feel chat melting over this.

Chat: 

SHE’S SO PRECIOUS.

LIZZIE AND MARA HARD CARRYING THE CONTENT RIGHT NOW.

MARA POST WHEN.

WE DON’T DESERVE HER.

SHE’S SO REAL FOR THIS.

Max: Right. Now that we’ve all had our emotional moment over Mara’s peanut butter obsession, shall we actually play the game?

Lando: Probably.

Max: But just so we’re clear—this stream peaked the moment Mara showed up.

Lando: Yeah, I figured.

(Chat spams heart emojis as the game finally begins.)

***

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car PrinceBy June Shepard

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton has built an empire on love stories—intoxicating, sweeping, heart-stopping love stories that have made her one of the most successful romantasy authors of the decade. Her Seasons of Fate series, a four-book saga filled with magic, intrigue, and forbidden romance, has captivated millions worldwide, cementing her place as the reigning queen of the genre.

But even her most devoted readers could never have predicted that she was living out a love story of her own. And certainly not with one of the biggest stars in motorsport.

When Lizzie Treshton walked into the Silverstone paddock in July 2025, hand-in-hand with McLaren’s Lando Norris, social media imploded.

No one had any idea they were together. No rumors, no leaks—just an earth-shattering confirmation that sent both F1 and romantasy Twitter into collective cardiac arrest.

"It wasn’t supposed to be a big thing," Treshton says now, curled up on a sofa in her Surrey flat, a steaming mug of tea in hand. "Lando was racing at Silverstone. I wanted to be there to support him. I didn’t think the world would explode."

Perhaps that was naive. Because if there’s one thing the world loves, it’s an unexpected crossover. And this? This was the ultimate crossover event.

Lando Norris has spent the last six years in the high-pressure world of Formula 1, balancing blistering lap times with an ever-growing fanbase that adores his mix of raw talent, easy charm, and chaotic humor. He’s no stranger to public scrutiny. But even he was caught off guard by the sheer scale of the reaction.

"I knew Lizzie was a big deal," he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "But I didn’t fully grasp it until people started calling me ‘the romantasy book boyfriend of the year.’"

He grins. "I think my sisters are still mad I didn’t tell them who I was dating."

That particular detail has only added to the legend of "Lizzie & Lando." While Norris’s family knew he had a girlfriend, they had no idea it was that Lizzie Treshton—the very same author whose books they had lined up at midnight to buy. His sisters, self-proclaimed romantasy fanatics, took approximately thirty seconds to forgive him before launching into full-scale fangirl mode.

But not everyone has been as welcoming.

Almost immediately after Silverstone, the backlash began. While plenty of fans celebrated the unexpected pairing, others turned vicious. Some called Treshton “undeserving.” Others dismissed the relationship entirely, claiming Norris would eventually move on.

And then there were the ones who went after her health.

Treshton has always been open about living with epilepsy, discussing it occasionally in interviews and social media posts. But being open about something and having it dissected by millions of strangers are two very different things.

Some reactions were cruel—questioning Norris’s commitment, making sweeping judgments about Treshton’s ability to “keep up” with the fast-paced, jet-setting lifestyle of an F1 driver. Others were outright ableist, using her condition as a reason to doubt her place at his side.

Norris, uncharacteristically sharp in his response, took to Instagram. “The way some of you have spoken about Liz—the woman I love—is disgusting. There’s no other way to put it. You’ve taken something she has no control over and used it as an excuse to dehumanize her, to insult her, to act like she isn’t worthy of me.” 

McLaren issued a formal statement condemning the backlash, while much of the grid rallied behind Treshton, with drivers like Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc publicly voicing their support.

“It was disgusting,” Treshton says bluntly. “But not surprising.”

"I’ve lost people because of my epilepsy," Treshton says quietly, her fingers tightening around her mug. "People who couldn’t handle it. People who didn’t want to try."

Her mother was one of them.

Treshton doesn’t often talk about her mother, but when she does, it’s with a detachment that speaks of wounds long since buried. "She left when I was young," she says. "Said she couldn’t deal with it. So she didn’t."

She exhales slowly. "I learned early on that some people see epilepsy as an inconvenience. Like it makes you fragile. But it doesn’t make me less. And it sure as hell doesn’t make me unlovable."

Despite the backlash, Treshton and Norris remain unfazed. Their relationship, built away from the public eye, is stronger than the noise that surrounds it.

"Lando makes me feel safe," she admits. "Not in a way that makes me feel like I need protecting, but in a way that reminds me I don’t have to do everything alone."

For Norris, it’s simple. "She’s incredible," he says. "And I’m lucky to have her. End of story."

There’s something almost cinematic about the two of them. The bestselling author who spins love stories for a living. The racing driver who defies speed and gravity every weekend. It’s the kind of pairing that shouldn’t make sense. And yet, it does.

At the end of the day, theirs isn’t just a love story. It’s a story about resilience. About belonging. About choosing each other in a world that constantly tries to tear people down.

When asked what’s next, Treshton shrugs. “I have a book to finish. He has races to win. And beyond that?” She tilts her head, thoughtful. “I think we’ll just keep surprising people.”

One thing is clear: the queen of romantasy and her race car prince are far from a fleeting fairytale.

They’re just getting started.

****

8 December 2024, Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi

The moment Lando stepped out of the car, the world blurred around him. The cheers, the McLaren team swarming in orange, the fireworks—none of it felt real. He had won Abu Dhabi. He had won the Constructors’ Championship for McLaren. After years of dreaming, of heartbreak, of being so close yet so far—he had done it.

His mother reached him first, arms tight around his shoulders, holding him like she never wanted to let go. “Lando,” she breathed, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You’ve made so many people happy today.”

His father clapped a firm hand on his back, pride evident in his expression. His team, his engineers, Zak Brown—everyone was celebrating around him. But Lando was already searching for someone else.

And then he saw her.

Lizzie stood off to the side, wrapped in one of his McLaren jackets, Mara sitting dutifully at her feet. She looked exhausted, and he knew why. Just last night, she had suffered a seizure. He had been with her through it, waiting for the worst to pass. He had told her she didn’t have to come today, that she should stay at the hotel and rest.

But Lizzie was nothing if not stubborn.

Her gaze found his, and her face lit up like the fireworks lighting the sky outside.

He could see how tired she was, though, in the tightness around her eyes, the way her body was still a little stiff.

But she was here.

His feet moved before his brain caught up, and suddenly, she was in front of him, her hands reaching up to his face before he could say a word.

Her fingers traced over his skin, her tired eyes taking him in with a familiar, almost reverent look. It was as if she couldn’t believe he was real. Lando knew the feeling.

“Like I ever would have missed this,” she murmured before he could scold her for being out in the chaos of the paddock. Her thumbs brushed his cheekbones, her voice thick with emotion. “Lando, you did it. You actually did it.”

"You didn't need to come," he whispered. His hands came to rest on her waist, grounding himself. “I was worried about you.”

“And I was never going to miss watching you win,” she said simply, smiling up at him. “I am so proud of you.”

Lando let out a shaky breath.

Then, with the whole world watching, he kissed her.

It was soft, careful—his hands tightening on her waist like he was terrified she might disappear, like he still wasn’t sure if any of this was real. When he pulled back, her eyes were shining, and for the first time since he crossed the finish line, it hit him.

He had everything he had ever wanted.

****

Dedications of The Seasons of Fate: 

A Spring of Secrets and Thorns

For Mara—

My steady ground, my quiet guardian, my fiercest protector.

For every unseen battle you’ve helped me fight, for every moment you’ve kept me safe, and for always being by my side—this book, like so much of my life, is possible because of you.

A Summer of Blood and Bloom

For Dad—

For every doctor’s appointment, every sleepless night, and every time you carried the weight of the world so I wouldn’t have to.

You taught me that love doesn’t walk away—it stays, it fights, and it endures. This book is a testament to that, and to you.

An Autumn of Fire and Stone

For Tasha and Aunt Lou—

For the sister I chose and the woman who made us family.

For every page read, every dream encouraged, and every time you reminded me that I was more than my worst days. I am who I am because I had you both beside me. I couldn’t have done this without you.

A Winter of Ash and Starlight

For Lando - 

Who taught me that love, like speed, can take your breath away in an instant. You’ve turned the pages of my life in the most unexpected, beautiful way. 

Thank you for showing me that sometimes the best stories are the ones you never saw coming. 

Ours is my favourite one. 

Acknowledgments – A Winter of Ash and Starlight

Writing this book, and really this entire series, has been one of the greatest joys of my life. I never imagined that a story I started one summer in my dad’s garden would turn into this, but here we are. I couldn’t have done it alone, and I wouldn’t have wanted to.

To my dad—thank you for everything. For the late-night talks, the endless encouragement, and the way you always made sure I knew I was enough, just as I am. You’ve been my rock, my biggest supporter, and the reason I never stopped believing I could do this.

To Aunt Lou—you are proof that family is about love, not blood. You didn’t have to be a mother to me, but chose to be anyway. I don’t have the words to properly thank you for that, but I hope you know how much I love you.

To Tasha—my sister in every way that matters. For always having my back, for every chaotic adventure, and for making sure I never forget who I am. You are my favorite person to cause trouble with.

To Mara—my best girl, my constant companion, my real-life guardian angel. You have been curled up beside me through every late-night writing session, every deadline panic, every high and low.  There is no version of my life, or this book, without you in it.

This book marks the end of Astrid and Ciaran’s journey—the last chapter of their love story. And in a way, it closes a chapter of my own life, too. Love has a funny way of finding you when you least expect it, and just as I was bringing Astrid and Ciaran home, someone walked into my life and changed everything.

To Lando—who came into my life just as I was closing this chapter and somehow became the best story of all. I don’t know if fate is real, but if it is, I think it was always meant to bring me to you. You walked into my world when I wasn’t sure I deserved something good, and you have never let me forget that I do. 

Thank you for every quiet moment and every inside joke. Thank you for the dino nuggets, the peanut butter and the Ferrari Dog Bandanas. Thank you for making me laugh, for making me feel safe, and for proving, every single day, that love isn’t about grand gestures, but about showing up, time and time again. 

You have been the greatest plot twist of my life. I love you. 

And finally, to the readers—thank you for taking this journey with me. Thank you for believing in Astrid and Ciaran, in fate and magic, in love that defies the odds. This world, this story, exists because of you.

Here’s to new stories, new adventures, and finding our own kind of magic. Always.

With love and endless gratitude, Elizabeth Louise Treshton

The End

[siolixz]

'*•.¸♡ FATHER FIGURE ♡¸.•*'

Being Lucy's sister came with a lot of perks: good food, nice places to stay at- a rich handsome multimillionaire falling madly in love with you. Did I mention the rich handsome multimillioanire?

pairing: harry castillo x reader (Lucy's sister)

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context: just fluff and romcom scenarios, older man x younger woman, everyone is over 18 and fully consenting; words: 3k I hope you will enjoy and pls tell me if you like it or tell me if you don't- I will probably write a part 2 with smut if it is well received. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ I will probably write the smut anyways tho loll Yes i have put a George Michael song name as the title put me in jail or whatever. Also I have no idea if his name is Randy or Harry so oh well, who cares hes so sexy.

It was a beautiful day in New York that welcomed you right back here in this city, looking across the cafe for your Lucy. 

You slept in today, after a long plane ride and a longer ride to your sister's apartment you had to get your rest for the days ahead- and for the wedding. Because of spring break and because she received a plus one invitation to one of her glorious matchmaking results- her ninth to be more precise, you just had to join her in New York for the week ahead. You didn’t have anything else better to do, plus, you missed her. 

She smiled at your sleepy face as you sat down in front of her.

As the coffee arrived you finally had some time to catch up on life, on your school and on her job. More importantly, how could John ever break up with her? She’s successful, she's beautiful and she’s brilliant. You told her that you were hoping she could finally get a guy who actually deserves her.

“I hope your wedding will be the tenth-” you started.

“Maybe it will be yours princess, did you think of that?” She smirked at you, clearly enjoying the banter you two were so used to having. 

“So that’s why you called me here- to set me up with someone?” you leaned across the table “Because I’m taking the first plane back to college if that's the case.”  There’s nothing more embarrassing than your own sister setting you up, I mean you could get a date if you tried but the boys back at school are, lacking.. certain qualities you were hoping for in a man.

She laughed at your expression, knowing you were being sarcastic and joking but also not really.  You could hardly hear each other anymore as more people came into the cafe.

She grabbed the hand you had on the table as she said: “You’ve grown so much- I’m so happy you're here with me.”

All day long you walked across New York City, first it was dress shopping- you probably tried on like 10 dresses before picking a gorgeous green floor length dress and your sister a blue dress. She covered everything like the great older sister she is and on you went towards Sephora to get everything you might need or just plain wanted- perks of having an older sister with money- and then it was take out time back home; feet sore and exhausted. You loved and hated being in this city, but you could clearly see why Lucy wanted to live here. So many people, so many stories to tell. You two took a nap and then by late afternoon you were out again for dinner with some of her friends and then for a walk in central park. 

“You know, I think tomorrow is going to be really special.” she linked your arms together as you passed people. 

“Really?” you turned the upper part of your body towards your sister as you walked. “In what way may I ask?”

“Like in a good way; maybe you’ll meet someone.” she whispered the last part “Or maybe in a bad way.” She turned away from you like she was thinking.  “Last time we were at a wedding together, you were very little- remember you got that stomach bug-”

“Ugh don’t remind me Lucy” you grimaced at her macabre reminiscing while she laughed in your face “We just ate-” 

The wedding was truly beautiful, the bride and groom looked great together and the food was completely out of this world. The groom was a finance guy, so it made sense that the wedding would be held in a grandiose style, I mean they had a chocolate fountain for god sake. And free gifts for people- free gifts!

You and Lucy talked with some people, ate some food from the candy bar while gossiping and danced a little bit but you had to take a break as ‘Cupid’ herself was socializing with acquaintances. You texted some of your friends, one from childhood and two from college- all ecstatic about the amazing things there. You had to remember to get Maddy a necklace as her birthday was coming up and Mark asked if you could get him a lucky cat doll and also-

“Is this seat taken?” 

You looked up at the owner of the voice, “Um, no- no it’s not.”

Um, yes it was, your sister was seated there- who even is this?

The stranger sat on the chair, turned his whole body to look at you and placed his hand under his head- like he was engaged in the most passionate discussion. 

From this position you could finally see the man up close- this must be the groom's best friend. Your sister told you as you sat down during the ceremony, even if you were seated far away, you could remember him now. He was right next to the groom.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you-”

“No, it’s okay-” Now you’re interrupting him, please stop.

He smiled at you, endeared by your attempt at alienating his worries. His smile reached his eyes and the corners wrinkled, like a testament of this strange man’s seasoned life. He looked at you in an almost parental fashion like he already knew you- wait, do you know him? 

Your sister has a bunch of friends and acquaintances around New York, maybe you did know him. “Do we know each other?” 

“No, I don’t believe we have met.” 

He had this air about him, like he was so comfortable and sure of himself. He smiled again at you, like he knew something you did not, was there something on your teeth?

“My name is Harry, it’s nice to meet you, miss…” You told him your name and he repeated it. 

Why was your heart beating so fast? Maybe because he was very, very handsome. 

“Would you like a drink?” he said your name again and you forgot all about the phone buzzing in your hand.

“Um..”

You looked across the ornate ballroom for your sister for a second.

“Wait, you’re old enough to drink, right?” His smile faltered for a second but he quickly regained it as you reassured him that you were indeed, old enough to drink. 

He ordered a cosmopolitan for you and an old fashioned for him and while you chatted, he asked about what you were doing in New York and how you knew the bride and the groom.

“You’re the matchmaker’s sister.” he pointed at you and you teared your gaze away from his beautiful brown eyes to notice the green ring on his finger. 

“I am.”

He must’ve noticed you looking at it as he too, looked at it- then at you and remarked:

“Green is my favorite color.”

This handsome man was clearly hitting on you, but why? You haven’t chatted with anyone this evening besides your sister and some basic chit-chat with the bride. He must’ve singled you out of the crowd as only a man with experience could have probably. Well it wasn’t going to end how he hoped, with you in his bed and him never calling you again. You weren’t born yesterday nor were you that desperate, no matter how handsome he was nor how tall and big he was compared to you-

No, you’re not going anywhere with him, you’re here for and with your sister. Speaking of which-

“I see you’ve made some friends.” She smiled as she came closer and introduced herself to Harry. Harry. What a beautiful name. 

As he turned his head towards her you looked at the curls he had at the base of his neck and thought you could never look at someone more handsome- his face looked like it was sculpted!

She made some polite conversation and It wasn’t long before she had to excuse you two in order to introduce you to some people there.

So in about 2 minutes- you said your goodbye’s and you left him there, silently hoping that maybe he could call out your name as you walked away or run after you and tell you he is madly in love with you ‘please don’t go’ - you audibly giggled next to your sister as you walked away, amused entirely by your schoolgirl-like-dreams as she gave you an odd look.

It was the cosmopolitan’s fault, you were sure.

As the night wore on you tried to see him again but to no avail; he must’ve left with some pretty model or gorgeous woman- the thought left an emptiness in your stomach you couldn’t shake for the whole night.

You were woken up by the sunrays on your face and by an immense amount of thirst that left your throat feeling like you scratched it all night long. You grabbed your phone instinctively and after about 30 minutes of coming back to life you finally got up.

As you entered the living room you saw your older sister on the phone and gave her a small wave.

She nodded her head at you as you walked into the kitchen to grab some ice cold water. 

Why was everything so hot in this apartment? 

After she finished her phone call you could finally debrief with her about last night's events, the most important of those things was definitely her meeting up with John again.

“Life just finds a way I guess.” you told her as she grabbed a coke from the fridge.

“Yeah, I guess.” She opened the can, took a sip and said “By the way, I have a surprise for you.”

“Yeah, what?” You couldn’t deny the way your heart jumped a little bit- maybe a bit more.

“I have a date for you.”

“Lucy, no..” you groaned. Was it with him? God let it be him.

“Hear me out, ok? I have to be at a girlfriend's house this evening and I want you to go, I would hate for you to be inside while I go have fun- plus you don’t have to go on a second date or anything, this is just for fun- no expectations, ok?” She pleaded with her eyes at you.

“I can’t say anything about this guy, but you have a lot in common, he is also a student like you- maybe you can bond over that.”

The day dragged on until 5pm when you had to get ready, you were hoping this guy wasn’t some snob or insufferable, but you trusted your sister. A short red dress and heels would suffice, as you were going to quite a fancy restaurant on the upper east side. When you arrived you said your name to the waiter and sat down at one of the beautiful velvet booths and ordered a glass of water for yourself. Being alone in a place as fancy as this, you did feel quite out of place a little bit.

On to wait for that guy to show up, even though you arrived on time.

Traffic in New York is horrible, so maybe he is fashionably late. 

He was not fashionably late as 45 minutes had passed and you were still alone, you could see people glance at you between the sounds of silverware- pitying you.

Or maybe no one cared, it was hard to tell- especially because you were so embarrassed. 

Your fingers itched for your phone, to text Lucy a 'I told you so'. Netflix and pajamas sounded infinitely better than this empty booth and the pitying glances. God you wish you were home right now, not dressed so fancy and looking so good only to be stood up.

The waiter came back, probably to ask you if anyone is coming. 

No, no one is coming.

“Is this seat taken?”

You looked up in bewilderment and met the gorgeous brown eyes of last night's enamourment. Harry was looking down at you, an amused look in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, almost too loud in this fancy setting. “No, no it’s not.” Your heart started beating fast as he sat down in front of you, he looked even more handsome in the dimmed yellow lights of this restaurant.

He took off his dress jacket and placed it on the chair, you couldn't help but stare at the way his big arms looked, he was a very big man, so handsome too-

“I was having a meeting with my business partner and I looked across the room and there you were. “ He smiled at you like he did last night.

You were happy to see him, very happy.

“What are you doing here, Cinderella?” 

“I was waiting for someone, some guy my sister set me up with- he didn’t show up.” You leaned across the table so only he could hear what you said, not the old couple next to you two as well. 

“What an idiot.” He leaned close to you as well and you could smell his cologne “Well it’s good I am here now, right? We can carry on last night's conversation.” 

As you two ordered food, he asked you what you were studying. 

“Psychology. I have a scholarship.” 

“So you’re beautiful and smart.” He placed the napkin he received across his lap and you felt your ears get warm- you hoped the lights in this restaurant would dim the blush on your face as well. “Do you like what you are studying?” 

“Yes I do. I truly want to start my own clinic back home and help people.” You must’ve talked for like some full minutes about your degree and dreams while he asked you questions. He seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying, like he wanted to learn as much as he could about you.

He told you he would like to be your first pacient when you do become a psychologist and you laughed.

Harry was a funny man, very charming as well, though he had a way of turning a phrase to escape any sort of mention towards his private life, you wondered why that is. 

“Can I ask you a question?” you played with the short hem of your dress under the table. 

“Of course, anything you want.” He took a sip of his drink as he looked at you. His hands looked so big around the glass.

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but may I ask how old you are?” you could find in his eyes a touch of mischief, like he was thinking of something funny to say so he could see you smile.

“24.” he said. With the most monotone voice he could muster and with a straight face.

“24?” you asked, knowing he was messing around with you but deciding to play into his game. 

“Yes, I lived a rough couple of years as you can see. What’s so funny?” he asked you, faking being angry at your smiling face.

“Nothing.” you tried to hide your smile.

“You better not be laughing at my life story.”

“I’m really not.” you put on your serious face.

A man came by your table as the waiter started bringing dessert, and Harry got up to greet him, the man shook Harry’s hand and thanked him, before he left he gave you a polite smile and a ‘good night’ to both of you as he exited the restaurant with his wife or girlfriend. 

“Old friend.” Harry said as he sat back down again “He just bought an apartment complex.”

“Wow, he must be rich.” 

“Very rich indeed.” he took the spoon from next to the plate and cut through the lava cake he was brought. “Like this chocolate.”

 “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to dance with me yesterday” He looked at you again and you wanted to die inside when you remembered that you left him.  "You missed out," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm quite the dancer."

"Oh, really?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow. 

"Don’t worry. I'm a fast learner. I won’t let you get away twice"

"Is that a threat?" you asked.

"A promise," he corrected you as he took a bite of the dessert.

Harry asked for your number by the end of the night and you gave it to him, of course you did.

As he told the waiter that he should put the dinner on his tab you protested, but he would have none of it. He said that this was the most fun he had in a while as he got up and watched you exit the booth. 

“Let me take you home-” He started as he let you walk ahead of him; you tried to ignore the way he looked at you; like he was still hungry.

“You shouldn’t worry about me, I’ll call an uber.” He helped you put on your jacket before he opened the door for you.

A soft breeze danced around the streets of the city at this late hour- you hugged your jacket closer to you. You didn’t want your meeting to end, but it had to. 

“Nonsense, let me take you home, c’mon.” He climbed the steps before you and turned around so your eyes could meet at the same level. His dark hair, with its natural waves, framed his face and the silver streak in his hair reminded you of something- he was so handsome, how was he so handsome? He smelled great too.

You smiled at him, maybe the drink you had inside made you this courageous. 

“You never told me how old you are.” Everyone passing by you two must think you were drunk by the way you were smiling at each other. He grabbed your hands in his much bigger ones and pressed them close together, like one might do to a child to make them listen- butterflies danced across your stomach again because of the sudden intimacy.

Harry’s smile faltered slightly and he adopted a more serious expression before lowering his voice and telling you: “I’m 49 years old.”

His deep brown eyes searched your face, like wanting to remember it before you start showing any signs of discomfort. 

You wanted to say something, before he interrupted you “If you are uncomfortable, I promise, I’ll take you home and I’ll never say-”

“And If I am not?” you spoke over him. 

His eyebrows relaxed back on his face as relief washed over his expression and a smile slowly started spreading across his lips. His eyes twinkled under the light above you two from the entrance of the restaurant and he looked at you like he wanted to kiss you.

“I’ll take you home then.”

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Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this for you and for me. I hope you have a great day and wish u de best.

If you are one of my long time followers, I just wanna say im sorry that I havent written anything in quite a while, but life got in the way and I just couldn't find any inspiration to give you something actually good. But I am back now! And to stay for good this time unless stated otherwise. ILY

[peacheeeliz]

016. she don't want you (wc: 770)

“It's so nice to finally meet the girl who's been clouding our Jisungie’s mind lately,” Jeno teases, pinching at the youngest boy's cheek. “We were all so sad we missed you last time.”

Jisung pulls away from Jeno, swatting his hand away. “Jeno, I'm a grown man,” he whines, avoiding eye contact with you as you sit down next to him.

“You're a grown man, but get tense whenever Y/N sits next to you,” Chenle comments, chuckling. “It's nice to see you again, Y/Nie.”

“You too, Lele,” you respond, smiling sweetly at the group. Your eyes fall on the only other familiar face, and your smile falls. “What are you doing here?”

“Jeez, you'd think you'd be kinder to your cousin,” Donghyuck replies, rolling his eyes. “I don't know why these dorks wanted to meet you so bad, I told them you were insane.”

“They're friends with you, I don't see how that's any different,” you joke, sticking your tongue out at him. “And they seem to love me already, especially Sungie,” you continue, knocking your shoulder into his.

“You're gonna give the guy a heart attack,” Jaemin teases, watching the way Jisung's face turns bright red at your words. “You're too cute, Sungie. How can we not baby you?”

Jisung just sighs in response, shyly looking over at you. “You were fine being all cuddly and flirty last night,” you whisper to him, letting out a small laugh. “Don't want to show that side to your friends or something?”

He returns the favor, knocking his shoulder into yours, and you can only smile back softly. You go to speak to the rest of the group again, but another voice cuts into the conversation:

“There you are, pretty,” the voice says, and your shoulders tense up. The empty chair beside you squeaks against the floor as they pull it out from the table, taking a seat next to you.”I knew you'd be on break around this time.”

“We didn't invite you to sit with us,” Donghyuck starts, glaring at the new person. “Sion.”

Sion smiles softly, throwing his arm around your shoulder, only for you to throw it right back off. “Oh, come on, I just want to visit my sweet barista.”

“Not yours, jackass,” you tell him, scooting your chair closer to Jisung. The man subtly pulls it even closer, wanting you as far away from Sion as you can get. “Just go, Sion. Order your drink and leave, please.”

“Baby,” Sion starts, running his hand along the edge of the table, closing in on your own. You pull back your hand instantly. “I just want to talk to you again. Our small chat yesterday just wasn't enough.”

“She doesn't want to talk to you, man,” Jeno fixes his posture, trying to make himself look bigger to scare the younger man off. “And like my friend here said, we didn't invite you to sit with us.”

“This doesn't concern you,” Sion responds nonchalantly, eyes never leaving you. “Come on, let's go outside.”

“She's not interested,” Jisung says, staring daggers into the other man's skull. “How many times does she need to tell you for you to finally get it?”

Sion scoffs, finally looking away from you and staring directly into Jisung's eyes with a cold look. “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me, asshole,” Jisung replies. The rest of the group stare at their friend with wide eyes, in utter shock by the hostile words that leave his mouth. “What? You want to date her again because you've lost all control? She's actually dressing how she likes and you don't fuck with that? Or is it the fact that she's moved on to me?” He continues, and the fact that he can't almost see the steam rolling out of Sion's ears makes him smile. “Does that get under your skin?”

Your head slowly turns toward Jisung, jaw dropping at his sudden hostility. “Sungie,” you whisper, pulling at his sleeve.

Sion can't help but laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yeah, I wasn't talking to you,” he says, a fake smile playing at his lips.

“Yeah, I don't care,” Jisung mocks, scrunching his nose up at Sion. “She don't want you, man. Learn to take no for an answer.”

“Learn not to speak when I'm not speaking to you,” Sion replies. His jaw tenses up, and he runs his hand through his hair, while his other hand tries to find yours again. “She knows she can't be away from me for long.”

Jisung's fist clenches in his lap, and he just can't hold his anger back any longer.

synopsis ⤏ could there be anything that could make your shift at the local coffee shop better? there is! and it's the hottest emo boy you'll ever find.

a/n: i love making nct members fight in my smaus for some reason 😭😭

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[mommyslittlebird]

Long Distance Mommy!Wanda: Punishment

Of course, I could finish my chapter for this week, but I could write 2k words of puppy!reader yesterday and 1k words of this today 😵‍💫😵‍💫

"You've been a very naughty girl today, haven't you?" Wanda clicks her tongue over the phone.

You swallowed. You wanted to argue. The only reason you had gotten distracted in class was because she was sending you naughty things all day. But you held your tongue. You knew better than to argue. "Yes, mommy."

"Mmm," she hummed, pleased you thought better of trying to pin this on her. "And you know mommy has to punish naughty girls, don't you?"

You nodded. "Yes, mommy."

"That's a good girl. Now, I need you to go to the toy drawer and pick out exactly what I tell you to, okay? You'll need a plug- the blue one tonight-, the paddle, and your clamps."

Your eyes went wide. It wasn't uncommon that Wanda would make you put in the plug or wear the nipple clamps, but she very rarely made you use both at the same time. You whined. "Mommy..."

"Aww, what is it baby?" She cooed with faux sympathy.

"It's gonna hurt..." you whimpered quietly.

She nearly laughed. "Of course it's going to hurt, baby. It is a punishment, after all. But you're gonna be a good girl for mommy, aren't you?"

"Yes, mommy," you grumbled reluctantly, grabbing the toys and bringing them to the bed. Since dating Wanda, you'd acquired a good number of new toys, including a nice adjustable stand for your phone that allowed you to film yourself on your bed. You set up your phone, putting Wanda on speaker and hitting the video call button.

Wanda smiled as you appeared on her screen, already naked and preparing yourself for her. "Hey, pretty girl."

You blushed, carefully avoiding the camera as you applied lube to the plug and slowly pushed it into your ass.

She clicked disapprovingly. "Uh uh, sweet girl. You know better than that. Turn over and spread your cheeks. Mommy wants to see your pretty plug."

You did as she asked, glad that at least she couldn't see how red your face was getting from this angle, even though you were sure she already knew.

She hummed. "Mmm, good girl. You're lucky I don't make you take it out and put it back in, since you decided to hide it from me the first time."

You whimpered at the thought. "Thank you, mommy. I'm sorry."

When she finally had her fill, she spoke again. "Okay, sweetheart. You can turn back over now. Show mommy how you put on your clamps."

You turned back over, showing her the clamps first so she could make sure they were adjusted to their most intense setting. You pinched your nipple, crying out as the cruel metal sank into the sensitive bud. You did the same thing on the other side, nearly crying with how sensitive you were.

The plug stung slightly, stretching you just past what was comfortable. But the clamps hurt even worse, burning and stinging your sensitive chest. You were already squirming in front of Wanda. "Mommy, can I touch myself, please? Please mommy. It hurts so bad." The lack of pleasurable stimulation made the pain almost unbearable.

Wanda, who could see how quickly you were already approaching a breaking point, caved. "Yes, baby. Play with yourself for me. Tell mommy how it feels."

The pressure to your clit immediately brought you relief, allowing the stinging pain to take on a slightly pleasurable edge. It was truly amazing how much of a difference it made. You moaned. "Much better, mommy. It still h-hurts. But... not s-so bad."

"Mmm, that's a good girl. Keep touching yourself for me, baby. Get yourself nice and sensitive."

You did as she asked, bucking against your own hand in a desperate attempt to get yourself off. With the stimulation on nearly every sensitive part of your body, you could feel your orgasm steadily approaching. You hoped Wanda would have mercy on you, deciding that the combination of the clamps and plug was enough of a punishment for tonight. "Can I cum, mommy?"

Wanda was slightly taken aback by your question. Sure, she'd been teasing you all day, but you were hardly ever this fast. "So close already, baby?"

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip.

"Stop." She commanded.

You whined but did as she instructed.

"Pick up the paddle. I want you to hold yourself open for me and spank your little clit twenty times. I'll count out loud. If I don't think it was hard enough, it doesn't count. Understand?"

You whined, picking up the paddle in your right hand, using your left hand to spread your lips apart, putting your swollen clit on display for her. Hesitantly, you brought the paddle down with a soft thud. She didn't start counting. You tried again, harder this time. She didn't say "one" until the third time, when the leather made a loud thwack again your glistening folds.

You continue to bring down the paddle again and again, eyes watering and thighs shaking until they uncontrollably snap closed. "No more, mommy. Please."

"Three more." She commands. She takes a small bit of mercy on you. She'd only counted 15.

Shaking, you spread your thighs again, bringing the paddle down again. Your legs snap closed in between each painful strike, but you manage three more.

Her harsh demeanor final fades away after she counts the third strike. She allows you to throw the paddle down and collapse onto the bed with your thighs pressed tightly together in an attempt to relief the pain. "You did so good for me angel. You can take the clamps off and the plug out whenever you're ready, baby. Mommy's got you, sweetheart."

Even from far away, she was always so tender in her aftercare. She directed you through all the steps, carefully talking you through everything from applying ointment to wrapping yourself up in your favorite blanket. She told you leave the toys on the nightstand wrapped in a blanket. They could wait until morning.

You wrapped yourself around the stuffed bear she'd bought you, inhaling the strawberry scent she'd picked out to put inside. You let her soft words of praise and love wrap around you, pretending she was laying right beside you. You peacefully drifted off to the sound of her gentle voice singing to you.

Even from miles away, she would always let you know you are her precious angel, more loved than anything else in the world.

[obscureother]

getting back into these cos i feel like it. maybe i can type slowly with my goofy arm.

i love the f/o wheel of doom and fate, but im going to opt rodger for this one cos i got some i can already think of uvu

me interviewing my mans rn.

What do your f/o's hugs feel like? GOOD BIG HUGS :D one of my cuddliest f/os!! he gives some of the goodest hugs of everybody who lives in my brain, i love his big warm sooty hugs. you get dust ALL over you but thats ok <33 its just rodger hugs to-go. He is also very warm <33 Big heated blanket, he is.

What are your favorite dates to have with them? i like sitting somewhere with him, just hanging out and talking somewhere on a nice lunch break. i like listening to him <: but for something properly nice, a little night walk is good. . maybe finding a nice spot to just sit and observe the world or something.

What are their favorite dates to have with you? i think he also likes the good sitting and talking. he tries to find spots for s/i 1 where she wouldnt normally think or be able to get to, things like rooftops and secret places that only chimney sweeps would know. he likes to give her the view of the town. but wherever they go, he thinks anything is better with a little grub :)) and he does like to get dressed nice for a restaurant. For something more at-home, he does enjoy just leaning back together listening to music on the record player too. .

Do you have any songs that remind you of them? Do they have any songs that make them think of you? the chimney song from mary poppins, ngl. . he sings that to me all the time and gives me little kisses on my hand for "good luck" :"0 but i also like some good mumford & sons for him. Winter Winds was something because for a while i couldnt tell how we felt, but we just let it be however it would be. it did end up being romantic, and thats ok, but for a moment i couldnt tell if he would just be a platonic/qpp who i gave kisses to or a deeper partner. . but i think he likes the english folk song genre too.

What's the height difference between you and your f/o? the exact height of rodger kind of iffy for me to decide, as perhaps he is already too big for most chimneys (except for the ones in the skit, he has his ways lol.) but i believe. . generally he is somewhere between 5'8" and 5'9" tho not quite 5'10"?? He slouches a lot, but every time i think of him, he ends up bigger in my head than he probably really is. I believe i settled on 5'9.5" for this reason lol. When he /isnt/ slouching or busting his back, i think he's not too different from everyone else and probably about 4 or 5 inches taller than me.

On a 1-10 scale, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most, how much do they like PDA with you? the man is good with PDA. He lets me smother him, so from my end, its like a 10 lol. But from him, he dumbs it down to maybe 7 or 8 lol. He'll give kisses whenever you want them, he just might not specifically think to do it in front of others.

What's your favorite feature about your f/o? SOOT CHEEKS SOOT NOSE SOOT FACE SOOT SILLY SOOT MAN SJKFHS- but also i do like his outfits :0 and his squishy face rghjgfg <33 Love on his tum tum. Big nose, big nose. <33

What do you think they smell like? S o o t . Bricks and dust and soot. Fireplace. Smoke. Nah, but when he's not on the job, he's probably just a warm cozy smell, whatever that may be. Might use some light cologne if he gets a hold of some, nothing very heavy. . Probably old clothes lol. Old wood or that sort of. . mildew, but not too thick it makes you sick smell, even. From his less than ideal living situation. It's an odd smell, but not a bad one. Old, wet wood. . in short lol.

What is your f/os biggest love languages? They don't have to be one of the "five", it can be anything specific they use to show you love. He is very physically affectionate :D He loves cuddles and kisses, and when he's not doing that, you know he loves you cos he also just talks about how much he appreciates your existence, how happy you make him, and he likes to do things with you. He likes to take his partner to go do fun things!!

Do you guys sleep in the same bed? If so, what's it like sleeping with them? Usually, Rodger has to take a baff before he gets in the bed. It's a mutual rule that we would rather not have soot in the blankets unless he is absolutely plum exhausted (then we can just wash them, its ok.) When he doesn't take a baff but would still not want to get soot on the covers, he might sleep on a separate thing like a fluffed up couch or secondary bed, one that is kind of. . less bothered with than the main one or not being used by guests?? So that i dont have to get itchy from soot jskhfs- but when he is clean, yes, he likes to share the bed so he can cuddle. :>

What's your favorite headcanon about your f/o? Oh thats hard, cos i love everything about him. . One of the most fun i think is just that he laughs like santa claus but very big and loud lol. He gets silly at the bar. He's not an alcoholic, although it is in his family history. He tries to be careful, but he does go for a good time and he's just goofy. s/i 1 has to go get him from the bar sometimes cos he forgets the time. He's just a very fun, silly guy who's trying to get by and have a good time when he can here and there, making the most of things. . even if everyone else in the bar gets tired of hearing him THUNK ON THE COUNTER and go "HO-HO, THA'S A GOOD ONE MATE-" He also does a lot of singing, humming, whistling on the job and I think that's very cute. . No one knows how he doesnt get stuck in those chimneys more often than he does cos the man is kind of round and fairly tall, but you always know he's in there cos you hear him echoing through the bricks.

What is the dynamic that you and your f/o have? uhh, good question. . of how to best sum them up. . s/i 1 generally takes care of him, giving him dinners and a softer place to stay the night, and he's the hard-working light of her life. They do whatever is fun together, just wanting to take care of each other. He's the big goofball and she just loves on him for it. Though there's not a huge gap in like. . who makes more or less money, as s/i 1 also has her own job, she does make a little more to treat him sometimes and just loves to see the look on his face when he gets a good meal in front of him or has a laugh. He shows her around London and stuff, and he makes her smile. Good care for good company, one supposes. s/i 1 also feels better with him around. girl moved to england on her own basically, only bringing her cat, cos she's wanted to explore london for 200 BILLION years or something, but she knows very little of things or struggles to understand them sometimes from the accents (including Rodger for a bit. She doesnt know "thick cockney," but she knows "how to speak Rodger" lol. Very specialized to him once they're hanging out for a while.) But the thing is, she's also very nervous of other people, its a whole new environment, and she's anxious of getting made fun of for her American accent or not fitting in enough. Rodger, who's been there his whole life pretty much, knows everything there is to know for her to get around on her own and gives her good company to learn through without feeling embarrassed or outcasted. In a way, he is also less included by some of the locals, so he relates to her without being so outcasted himself that he's out of the loop to help her. For s/i 1, knowing that there could be a nice chimney sweep in any flue nearby gives her a good comfort, even if she knows he could be halfway across town. He /could/ also be. . right in that chimney over there, and that alone gives her something to feel better for til she gets more comfortable. He's a good friend to her, and for being good to her, s/i 1 wants to be his friend too and help him on his long days of work bringing him biscuits now and then. Then they fall in love so they kith. :3c

What does your f/o do for you when you're having a rough day? He does lots of things, depends on the reason. . He does like to sing or hum for me, little diddies for entertainment or soft things to soothe. If not that, he just looks for the bright side of things, gives good hugs, rocking, etc. . He likes to get the attention on himself not because he's like "look at me, look at me :))" but because he knows he's silly and even just opening his mouth can make me laugh or smile because of the way he talks. His Cockney accent is ridiculously thick and i love it, so he'll get me to focus on him just so he can do something to make me feel better.

Do you like to hold hands? If so, what's that like? Yes, they hold hands :0 His hands are worn, a little rough from the bricks, but they're very gentle and safe. . He wears these tattered old gloves which could use a wash but are still soft in some places or on the edges. He'll keep your hands warm and a good but loving grip on them so you dont feel lost in the crowd or that you dont have someone there for you. Very reassuring, loving hold.

Do they like to give you little kisses? If so, where is their favorite place to kiss? (Face, hands, etc) He does love to give kisses, very affectionate like i said :> He gives most kisses on the head, temple, or hands!! But when getting intimate, he also does give chest and hip kisses. . sometimes on the belly too. . very tender. . 👉🏻 👈🏻 He also does something that for deeper reasons than the blog needs to get into, they help me feel better. He doesnt normally do it on purpose, in fact he did not know it was a thing s/i 1 would do originally, but sometimes his kisses would leave soot marks on her. Because of those soot marks, she loves them to death and wont remove or wash them off unless she has to, its the end of the night/day, or she gets to see Rodger again. She holds onto them for a while cos she misses him, and it kind of. . gives her a way to cope with a certain trauma for when she's not quite ready to overcome it yet because of how no one was really there to help her through it before. There was a long gap between that person who hurt her and Rodger (like there usually is with other f/os) where she had no one like that, so she couldn't really. . practice learning to handle those things. Once Rodger figures that out tho, he only gives them to her more cos he loves to make her happy and recognizes the meaning of what she's doing. Not only does he just get touched by the fact she holds onto his kisses until bedtime or he comes back, but he loves to give her something to help her feel better for something like that. Things that wont hurt her, but can still give her the sort of coping for her to slowly ease into those things.

Vice versa, do YOU like to give them little kisses? If so, where is YOUR favorite place to give them? I LOVE TO GIVE HIM KISSES RGJLFG. I give him kisses all over his face and on his hair, he's got fluffy hair <33 I also like to give him hand kisses sometimes, on his knuckles or palms where they hurt from his work. . Love to give him love and kisses for him. Love to give him shoulder or back kisses too, especially cos they hurt for him so long.

What's your favorite silly leisure activity to do with your f/o? He lets me mess with him all the time lol. He /is/ the silly leisure activity. He lets s/i 1 draw on him be that with stickers, marker, etc. or even like. . on the soot on his face like one does the steam on a mirror. She'll trace little hearts into the black on him, or he lets her fidget with his clothes and stuff. Play with his hat, some of his chimney gear in his black santa-size bag of things (the ones that she wont hurt herself on.)

What is your favorite compliment that your f/o gives you? What is your favorite nickname that they for you, if they have one? Although i hardly think there is any reason for him to feel this way because of how lovely he is, he does often talk about how he's "just an old chimney sweep" and i give him more love and care than he deserves or tries to tell me he can take care of himself and doesnt want to cause me the trouble, but honestly, taking care of him is just. . s/i 1's/my favorite thing to do. i love him to death. he works so hard all the time and he's just so sweet, how could you not want to make sure he's ok? i guess. . its nice that he thinks so highly of someone taking care of him, you know you're appreciated, but he really does deserve to be loved and cared for i think. especially with how he does sometimes get trouble from the locals for being loud, not everyone thinks chimney sweeps are exactly "lucky," or things like that. . sometimes he misspeaks or phrases something oddly and gets whapped on the head by a purse, but he really does mean well and doesnt usually mean it the way people think he does most of the time. He usually refers to s/i 1 with some rather common little names one would think to give her, things like "his little fox (girl)," "his little vixen," things like that. He doesnt mind what she is and wants her to feel accepted that way, along with the usual pet names of love and british people i guess lol. Love, darlin', etc. . He'll throw back to the older, extra english-sounding things just to make her flustered or giggle, things like calling her a little english muffin, puddin' cake, or whatnot.

What's your favorite compliment to give THEM? What is your favorite nickname to call them? i like to tell him how handsome he is, soot or no soot (cos he cant help his job, but he does look silly with soot on his face too <33), and just love on him a lot for him to know that he's appreciated too for working so hard and being so kind to everybody. yes, he's loud and silly and goofy, but those are my favorite things of him. he's just a goofy fun guy who's lovely to be around when given the opportunity or the chance to be your good friend. he gets called a couple things by s/i 1 like "silly chimney man," "soot face," things like that, but there is this one awkward imprint that happened when she moved to England. While her own accent is somewhat southern American, a little yeehaw if you will, and she will never lose that. . for some reason, a lot of the times when she says "Rodger," she pronounces it unconsciously imitating his cockney accent that he said it with so she calls him "Rodguh" or "Mister Rodguh." He will also sometimes refer to himself as "Ol' Rodger" from time to time, most often when he is comforting. Things like "don't worry, ol' rodger is gonna take good care of ya. Ol' rodger's not goin' anywhere, 'e's gonna stay roight 'ere wif ya."

I want everyone to have the chance to ramble about their romantic f/os, so I'm gonna make a reblog game where yall can answer the plethora of questions I'm gonna toss down. Any of the questions you want to answer, as little or as much as you'd like!! I'll read them all. PR.O.SHIP DNI!!! AT ALL! GET OUT-

SO!! SELFSHIPPERS! RIDDLE ME THIS:

What do your f/o's hugs feel like?

What are your favorite dates to have with them?

What are their favorite dates to have with you?

Do you have any songs that remind you of them? Do they have any songs that make them think of you?

What's the height difference between you and your f/o?

On a 1-10 scale, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most, how much do they like PDA with you?

What's your favorite feature about your f/o?

What do you think they smell like?

What is your f/os biggest love languages? They don't have to be one of the "five", it can be anything specific they use to show you love.

Do you guys sleep in the same bed? If so, what's it like sleeping with them?

What's your favorite headcanon about your f/o?

What is the dynamic that you and your f/o have?

What does your f/o do for you when you're having a rough day?

Do you like to hold hands? If so, what's that like?

Do they like to give you little kisses? If so, where is their favorite place to kiss? (Face, hands, etc)

Vice versa, do YOU like to give them little kisses? If so, where is YOUR favorite place to give them?

What's your favorite silly leisure activity to do with your f/o?

What is your favorite compliment that your f/o gives you? What is your favorite nickname that they for you, if they have one?

What's your favorite compliment to give THEM? What is your favorite nickname to call them?

Okay I can't wait to see some answers!! Feel free to reblog as many times with as many f/os as you want. ANYONE CAN PARTICIPATE! SEEING THIS POST IS AN INVITATION FOR YOU!!

People I'd like to see answer this off the top of my head (but don't have to!!): @moxanji-real @one-winged-dreams @lovesickvalentines @graveluvr @clawingatmy-enclosure @starshakez @jpeg-indulgence @everynya @tropgothships @selfshipping-tboy @amelielovesamaris @pixel-comfort @fl0ralsxgar

[cheekytv]

have you ever tried... this one? - g. a. clarke & c. m. dixon going to paris with your boyfriend was supposed to be a romantic getaway. but when chris gets dumped, george can't help but ask his best mate to join in. how great of chris that he offers you sabrina carpenter tickets as compensation.... and somehow becomes involved in after concert activites...

pairing: george x f!reader x chris genre: smut MDNI!!! warnings: threesome, eifeltower, creampie, cum swallowing, fingering, oral (m. receiving), loads of kissing, let me know if i missed anything wc: 3.6k a/n: this is obviously inspired by sabrina's second paris concert... i wanna thank my friend val for giving me this idea!!! i love u queen!! also this isn't fully proof read because i worked on this for days and just wanted to post something for yall! requests are still open by the way and i will publish an arthurtv one next week <3 also, if you read to the end you may suggest who in the friendgroup should be next!

Oh Paris, the city of love. The city you love. Growing up in sad grey England, Paris has been your favorite place to be since you were a child. 

And this week, you finally got to show it to your boyfriend, George. You have been dating for a good year now, but his busy schedule has never really allowed any trips to Paris - until now. The minute he had confirmed the dates with you, you had booked everything, ready to make George fall in love with Paris the same way you had made him fall in love with him. 

Just that, a few days before the trip, Chris, George’s best friend, got dumped by his new girlfriend rather harshly and George, the nice guy he is, promptly suggested he’d join you on this trip. Chris, obviously feeling bad, but also not wanting to miss out on a nice week in Paris, tried to win you over by scoring three Sarbina Carpenter tickets and giving them to you as a thank you. Safe to say - he did win you over. 

So, Paris was now a three-person trip and Chris somehow became a third wheel who didn’t necessarily feel like a third wheel. Every shop you went to, he gave George and you space, very good at entertaining himself (he was a grown man, sure, but it still did surprise you) and joining the two of you at the right moments. Even with him there the trip felt romantic and considering he had a separate hotel room, George and you still had the nights all to yourself. 

The night of the Sabrina concert finally came and when you entered the arena and went to the seats Chris had gotten the three of you, you smirked, thinking about what you had promised George at breakfast this morning. 

“Oh, just a heads up,” you started, leaning over so your lips were right by George’s ear, “the position she chooses tonight, we’ll also choose tonight.” George’s face lit up, his cheeks turning slightly pink. 

“You always have such wonderful ideas, darling.” He grinned then, watching you sit back down and chuckle, eyes glancing over to Chris who was just about to reach your table.

The plan would have been fine, would have been dandy, would have been the perfect thing to look forward to after the concert - if only Sabrina hadn’t chosen this night in Paris to debut a position involving dancers. Plural. Two dancers. 

George, sitting next to you and Chris, felt his mouth drop open at the display. Next to him, he felt Chris tense slightly - he had told his best friend about your suggestion during a walk earlier and Chris had happily anticipated this moment with his friend, being supportive as always. But this? George shifted on his feet, the arena obviously filled with shouts and screams and people singing the lyrics to Juno and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. 

Honestly, he didn’t even understand why this had such an impact on him. Why it was suddenly so hard to look at you and why he found himself thinking thoughts he hadn’t thought of seriously before. Little did he know that you were going through the exact same scenarios as him. 

Could this really just be a coincidence? There were two Paris concerts, yesterday, she had done the whole thing with smoking a cigarette after sex and today, the show Chris had gotten tickets for unexpectedly, she did the bloody Eifeltower? It felt a bit too targeted. 

And if you were honest with yourself… Chris wasn’t unattractive, more so the opposite. Even being shorter than George, you were still smaller than him, so it didn’t really make a difference to you anyway. He was handsome and funny, kind and lean, with muscles in the right places - not to mention his insane talent at football. So, yeah, perhaps the thought had crossed your mind once or twice. You were just a girl after all. A girl with eyes and your boyfriend just so happened to have a friend group filled with attractive men. 

Slowly, you managed to get back to the here and now, your focus back on Sabrina on the stage, the thoughts of what the position choice would mean for later tonight vanishing from your mind for the time being. 

–

The drive back to the hotel was… just slightly awkward. You managed to keep up the conversation, talking about how great Sabrina was live and how spectacular her show was. Sure, the elephant in the room was right there and both George and Chris had sweaty hands (even though Chris didn’t even know why he was so nervous. It wasn’t like he and George had ever discussed anything like this… at least not seriously) not able to look at each other throughout the whole drive. 

By the time you walked up the stairs to the hotel, your words had dried up. Instead they made room for slight anxiety and insecurity. Walking to the elevator in silence, you were happy to see no one else was in it with you. 

“Okay, we gotta address it.” You shit out the second the elevator doors closed. George and Chris exchanged a quick look before letting their eyes fall onto you. 

“Darling,-“ George started, but you interrupted him.

“No, listen. Obviously, I didn't know she’d do… that position today.” You crossed your arms and tried to ignore your burning cheeks. “We don’t- this doesn’t have to be anything, it’s just- it’s not like I haven’t thought about it- I-“,

“You thought about it?” George raised his brows and was surprised by the lack of jealousy arising within him. Instead, he felt a strange sense of arousal cursing through him. The joke about him and you having a possible threeway with any of his friends had come up plenty of times - even in videos, but he had never considered them an actual possibility. Sure, the thought had… somehow got him excited, but he hadn’t even dared to bring it up with you, too scared of a negative reaction. And now you were revealing that you had in fact thought about it?

Chris, next to George, felt his eyes widen and his heart speeding up, his palms growing sweatier. You had thought about this? About him and George… his cheeks heated up and he let his gaze wander between you and your boyfriend, not allowing himself into the conversation just yet. 

George’s question had caught you off guard, mainly because you hadn’t even realised your own slip-up. A pit in your stomach opened up and your brain worked hard to come up with a clever answer, but unfortunately came up empty.

“I-”, you began, feeling sweat forming on your forehead, “I mean, I don’t- I didn’t-,”

“Because I have, too.” George interrupted you again, his hand finding yours, pulling you closer, “in fact, we have… talked about this before.” He looked over at Chris, who still stared at the two of you like a semi-lost puppy. 

Now this you hadn’t expected. Behind you, the doors pinged, signaling you reaching your floor. The three of you kept standing inside the elevator in anticipating silence for another moment. Even with no words being exchanged there seemed to be an understanding hanging between you. Swallowing, you finally turned to move out of the elevator, the two men following you. George was still holding your hand, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. 

Reaching the hotel room, George let go of your hand and got out his wallet, the keylock for the room beeping a few seconds later. There were still no words exchanged, only your breathing audible in the silence as George opened the door and Chris and you followed him inside. Neither of you knew how this was going to go. How you were going to even start this. A threesome had never been on your bucket list, at least not officially. And it certainly hadn’t been on your bucket list for this trip. 

The heavy hotel room door fell shut behind you and all of you slowly discarded your jackets and shoes, making your way further into the room. The atmosphere changed as soon as the bed came into view, the king size suddenly looking way too small for the two people who had shared it the last three nights. Your heart was pumping and your blood was rushing in your ears, your eyes finally finding Georges.

“Should we sit?” He asked then, pointing to the bed and you and Chris nodded, walking over and sinking down onto the mattress. 

You were in between them now. Both your thighs touching theirs, all of your pulses quickened and all senses heightened. 

“So, just to clarify,” Chris now said, rubbing his sweaty palms along his jeans as if to dry them, “we are all cool with this?” 

George and you nodded, heads turned to the blonde man. 

“Are you cool with it?” You carefully asked him, gaze set on his handsome features. 

Now, it was Chris who nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m cool with this.” Even with his cheeks all rosy, he sounded determined. George on your other side, felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. God, he was really about to share the girl he loved with his best friend, how utterly strange and appealing at the same time. 

“Well then…,” you licked over your lips nervously, your gaze falling from Chris’ eyes to his lips. Adrenaline shot through you when you felt Chris leaning in, his breath hot on your face when he finally closed the gap between you two. 

He tasted and felt different than George, his lips a little bit softer than your boyfriends. Chris was cautious at first, but when you moved your head and switched up the angle, he dared to let his tongue run over your bottom lip, his hand finding its way onto your cheek. You gladly accepted his tongue sliding into your mouth, your own meeting and letting him take the lead. The kiss deepened and you leaned in closer to Chris, your head feeling dizzy. 

George watched, his mouth slightly dropped. Nothing could have prepared him for the way he felt watching you with someone else. A part of him felt guilty for not being jealous, for not wanting you all to himself. But that all faded away when he heard your soft gasp when Chris bit down on your bottom lip, when he felt the heat radiating off your body. He leaned forward, his hands pushing your hair over your shoulder, leaving your neck bare for him to gently caress and finally kiss. 

Feeling both of them kissing you caused another moan against Chris’ lips, your own hands now moving to both of their napes, fingers curling into their hair. Electricity sparked with every touch, every kiss, every breath. Turning your face, you now kissed George on the lips, giving Chris the chance to devour your neck with his lips, sucking and kissing your soft skin. 

Every kiss with George somehow felt like the first one, filling your stomach with butterflies and happiness. All that slowly faded into heat now, blatant heat that needed to be set free, that demanded to be heard and taken care of. You gasped into his mouth when he let his hands wander underneath your shirt, both men shortly parting from you so he could pull it over your head and throw it onto the floor. They dove right back into kissing you, George’s hands now exploring your freed skin, fingers tracing the cups of your bra and finally moving to the clasp on your back, letting it clip open. Chris moved to kiss your shoulders, his hands sneaking around your waist and finding your button and zipper, opening both so his hand could glide into your jeans. Your legs moved to open wider almost automatically, more moans leaving your body when you felt Chris’ fingers on your drenched core. 

“Fucking hell.” Chris groaned, his fingers circling your clit over your panties. “You’re so wet already, darling.”

“God, Chris, I don’t think your ready for her perfect pussy,” George smirked as he kissed down your neck, your bra now discarded next to your shirt on the floor. His lips closed around your right nipple and your head tilted back, right onto Chris’ shoulder. Chris, who now moved to get the rest of your clothes off. 

“Unfair.” It truly was - both men were still fully dressed while you were about to be fully naked. They both chuckled, exchanging a quick glance before getting rid of their shirts. Your eyes feasted on the bare torsos of your two lovers for the night. Biting down on your bottom lip, you moved to look at Chris, your one hand running over his abs, while the other found George’s nape. 

You dove back into it then. Chris’ lips on yours in a hot and passionate kiss, while George was kissing your neck and back. With every passing second you grew needier, your pussy throbbing even with Chris back inside your panties with his fingers, circling your clit with expertise. The soft sounds coming out of your mouth drove both of them crazy, their cocks straining against their trousers. 

Quickly, they moved to get naked as well, the three of you getting cozier in the middle of the bed, your body pressed between theirs. Spreading your legs, you hooked one each around theirs, letting both men take their turns to kiss your neck and lips, George’s long fingers inside of you, pumping you open for one of their cocks, while Chris’ thumb was back on your clit, pressing down as he moved it in perfect circles. The sensation made your heart race and your body tingle, every touch better than the last. There wasn’t anything that could make you stop right now, not even the end of the world. If this was how you died - so be it. 

“Who do you want where, darling?” George finally whispered into your ear, his middle and forefinger still thrusting into you, hitting you right where you needed it most. Words were hard to form with both men on you, but you somehow managed to whimper that you really wanted to suck Chris’ cock first. 

Chris felt himself twitch against your thigh, groaning into your neck.

“Fuck, yeah, let’s do that.”

You found yourself on your hands and knees seconds later, Chris kneeling in front, George behind you. Chris' hand was caressing your face, his pupils blown as he stared down at you with nothing but admiration and hunger in his eyes. He brushed his thumb against your lips.

“Suck, darling.” He commanded in a whisper and you obliged immediately, your lips parting to suck his thumb into your mouth. His breath hitched, feeling your tongue twirl around his digit. 

“What a good, good girl.” He mumbled and George, currently feeling up your ass and enjoying the view of your glistening folds, smirked proudly.

“Yeah, she’s always so fucking good. Likes to be told what to do, too.” He squeezed your right cheek, before getting his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times. “Are you ready for me, my love?” He asked then and you nodded, whimpering around Chris’ thumb.

George moved right away. His tip breached your sensitive hole and your eyes rolled back when he began to sink into you, every inch of him feeling nothing short of delicious. George’s cock was girthy and by now you would have expected to be used to how he stretched you, but no, it was a perfect new experience every time. Chris wasn’t as wide as George, but slightly longer, his angry red tip staring at you, taunting you with the sticky pre cum about to drop onto the duvet. Looking up at Chris with big eyes now, trying to signal him that his thumb was not enough anymore.

And even though this was the first time Chris and you were intimate like this, he seemed to get it right away. His eyes met yours and sparkled with more hunger than before, his thumb leaving your mouth and instead bringing his hand around his cock, leading it to your awaiting mouth. Breathing heavily, his tip bumped against your outstretched tongue, the softness making him moan. You hungrily licked away his pre-cum, revelling in his taste.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Chris groaned, his cock now sliding inside your mouth. Every inch that got engulfed by your warmth already brought him closer to the edge, his eyes rolling back when his tip reached the back of your throat. 

Just then, George finally bottomed out, his throbbing cock feeling right at home in your tight walls. His hands gripped your waist, grounding himself in the familiarity of your body. His first thrust was firm and controlled and caused you to almost fall forward, Chris’ cock gliding even deeper down your throat. He gasped audibly, his hands moving to your head, fingers grabbing your hair. Hollowing out your cheeks, you moved your head up and down his shaft, tongue pressing against his undersite and gliding over his tip whenever you moved back. 

With every thrust, George felt himself nearing his climax, his fingers digging into your skin. There were little things George enjoyed more than being with you. To him, you were perfect, everything about you was perfect. The way you arched your back when he tasted you, the way you squeezed his cock just like right now, hinting at your own climax being close. He loved the way you listened to his every word, how you aimed to please and be pleased, how you kissed him every chance you got. And this, right now, you almost choking on his best friend’s cock, being so goddamn good for them… a part of him was worried about missing this, about missing you with a cock in your mouth while he fucked you, about wishing he could hear your gagged moans, about almost losing his mind over the way you pulsated around him, so turned on by Chris inside your throat. 

“You’re doing so well, darling, I am so proud of you.” He purred, his hands gently caressing your backside. 

“Yeah, Georgey is right, pet, you’re really doing so fucking well.” Chris licked his lips, watching your eyes sparkle with tears. “Can I fuck your mouth?” He asked then, breathlessly and you nodded immediately. Relieved, Chris looked over at George who gave him an encouraging grin. That was all he needed. Both of your consent. 

The two men didn’t hold back then. In almost perfect unison they began to thrust, one cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly, while the other went so deep down your throat you thought to see stars. Never had you felt so full before, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, muffled moans around Chris’ cock sending vibrations through the blonde man. He groaned, fingers digging into your scalp as he lost himself completely in his pleasure. 

George knew it wasn’t going to take long anymore, his cock beginning to twitch over and over inside you, feeling your soft walls tightening around him.

“Are you gonna come for us, darling? Gonna come all prettily on my cock?” His hips picked up the pace and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks, the pleasure almost too much to handle. And when George sneaked a hand between your legs and let his thumb press down harshly on your clit - there was no stopping it. Your orgasm hit you like a hard wave, your body shaking while your moans got drowned out by the sound of skin on skin, wet and perfect and filthy. Chris was thriving on the way your throat vibrated around him, closing in on his orgasm. 

“Good girl, so fucking good.” Every wave of your orgasm brought George closer to his own and when he finished fucking you through your high, he finally reached his. Gripping onto your hips for dear life, he moaned your name once, twice and emptied inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white, leaving you hot and satisfied. 

“Fuuuck, you’re perfect.” Chris watched your eyes rolling back forward and when he saw the longing look in them, he couldn’t help but fall over the edge, cursing under his breath while his own load shot down your throat, your lips sucking hungrily, not wanting to waste even one drop of him. You milked him of all he had and only when he pulled out and fell backwards, did you swallow it all, falling on top of him with George landing on your back. 

The three of you needed a good five minutes to recover from this, both men sticky with sweat the same way as you. 

They finally got up, George getting you and them clothes to change into (He gave Chris a set of his own) and Chris bringing a washcloth from the bathroom to carefully clean you up. Giggling, you thanked him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom yourself (always pee after sex!). 

George and Chris got dressed in a comfortable silence, only exchanging a look when they were both clothed and sitting on the bed, backs resting against the headrest.

“So,” George started, “should we tell the others?” He asked and Chris clicked his tongue.

“I think that’s up to you, mate. But,” his eyes darted to the bathroom you were still in, “if you do tell them, do not be surprised if they beg you to be next.”

George looked at him for a few seconds. Then, he grinned. 

“You know what? I might not even hate that idea.”

[bunnithechubs]

transcript:

V: Are you nervous? I told you they are going to like you.

R: I just feel really underdressed and tired.

V: Babe, this side of my life is about as normal and wholesome as it gets and you look amazing, as always.

R: Maybe I’m not in the socializing mood.

V: Do you want to head back home? We’re already here, might as well push through. My brother will understand remember he’s got a very pregnant wife.

R: I’m okay.

V: Well, if you change your mind just let me know.

R:Will do. How much older is your brother?

V: About 5 years, he acts like he's my dad though.

R: That bother’s you?

V: Sometimes, [shrugs] he can be a bit of a control freak.

R: He means a lot to you though.

V: What makes you say that?

R: The way you light up when you talk about him. Also, you never miss his calls. In fact you get upset if you don’t talk to him every week.

V: Are you calling me clingy?

R: I’m the same way with my dad, I just find it interesting.

V: I guess I just want him to stop worrying about me.

R: Then maybe stop giving him a reason to…

V: It smells good in here!

C: Hey Vin, welcome Reina. Nice to finally meet you.

R: Same, thank you for having me over.

C: Any time, this here is my wife Kitty and our daughter Maeve.

K: [Mae hides] She’s shy at first but she’ll warm up.

R: I get it, meeting someone new is a lot.

C: Well, Kitty made a mean meal let’s sit down and eat.

K: Reina, let us know if you need anything. We appreciate you coming after working and on short notice.

R: Thanks, it wasn’t a big deal.

C: Babe, I’ll set the table. Vin you mind giving Kitty a break?

V: You know I never say no to my princess, come here Mae!

C: So, Vinny told me that you just moved the city a few months ago. How are you liking it?

R: I visited it before but I feel like I’m still finding out stuff about it. I didn’t even know there was a suburb like this just outside of it.

V: I’ve been trying to show her more of the city but it’s hard when I’m in season.

R: How do you guys like New Crest?

K: It’s nice because it’s so family centered but we eventually want to make our way to Henford. That’s where my family is.

R: Vinny mentioned you’re not a city native either.

Kl: Not even close, but I love the city. I just get really home sick. Do you miss home too?

R: I miss my family, not so much the Valley. It’s hard to know who’s your friend or enemy over there.

C: I can see that, glad you’re liking it in the city then. Hopefully Vinny is being on his best behavior.

V: [smirks] Reina’s got a good leash on me, no need to worry there.

R: Was Cain the same when you met him?

K: [laughs] oh, he was worse. Yet look at me now? Married with soon to be two kids.

R: You both seem really happy though.

C: You meet the right person and it changes your perspective on life. Never thought I would be a dad.

V: He’s a great dad and husband- don’t let him fool you.

R: I can tell, Mae seems like a really happy baby.

K: Don’t let her give you baby fever now.

R: I’ve got a few nieces and nephews. No baby fever for me- Vin on the other hand.

K: [smiles] Mae has that affect, hence me being pregnant currently. Vinny mentioned you’re an actress?

R: Aspiring- I did a few day time tv shows. I’ve been trying to break into the cinema world but it’s taking a bit longer. I’ve been focusing on my online presence for the time being.

K: Well, if it’s a legal issue I could put you in contact with great lawyers.

R: I might take you up on that, my contract has been the root cause of my issues.

R: Thanks for the meal, it was delicious.

K: No problem. It feels good to make something we’ve been really bad at cooking now that we’re in the final trimester.

V: When dad moves in put his ass in the kitchen.

C: [laughs] that’s the plan. Hey, do you mind putting Mae to bed while I get these dishes cleaned?

V: Yeah, no problem.

R: You’re cute with your niece. Like a different version of yourself.

V: She thinks I’m a super hero so… I guess I want to keep that image up for her. What do you think about my brother?

R: He’s cool. To be honest, I like his wife better than him.

V: [laughs] Told you, everyone loves her.

R: They are really cute together. You can tell they were meant to be.

V: So what do you think? Think we can have a life like this?

R: Maybe in the future. I’m not really ready for all of this Vinny.

V: I’m not talking about right now, Reina. Who said you won’t get time alone? I work most of the day when I’m in season.

R: It’s my boundary, Vinny. I’m not ready for it. I already told you that you need therapy if you can’t bare the thought of living on your own.

V:Are you trying to hide something from me?

R: I don’t hide anything. You know that. If you feel that way then…

V: Therapy. Got it.

R: I’m not your brother’s wife. I can’t fix all your problems, Vin. You gotta do that for yourself. Not because you love me.

V: Sometimes I think you don’t like me.

R: Now that’s ridiculous.

V: Then prove it to me.

[iamfuckingsorry]

so i really didn't like fugitive telemetry nearly as much as the rest of the series on my first listen, in part because i spent a big chunk of it confused about what the hell i missed because i was listening to it in publishing order, and in part because mb spends a great deal of it feeling super uncomfortable about basically everything

but i'm listening to it again now and i can really see why people seem to like it.

mb's really struggling with its identity in this one oh god. it knows it's a secunit it wants to be a secunit it is not a human or a bot or anything else and it does not want to be treated as anything else but what it is. but it also. fucking hates being treated as a secunit. and it's especially bad because so many of the people on preservation are trying to be nice about it, like there's several instances of people going "oh hi--- oh wait fuck the feed id says secunit oh shit it's the secunit--- wait no calm tf down it has rights yeah i know it's scary af but you still need to treat it like a person oh god okay let's be weirdly polite and pretend you're not scared" and mb clearly hates that immediate reaction to what it is, but it seems to hate people forcing themselves to be aggressively polite around it just as much, because at least that immediate reaction is what it's used to

ah mb both wanting to be equal and being horribly freaked out by the idea of being equal because equal means human and the idea of being human is so incredibly gross will never stop being entertaining (and very very relatable)

pin lee is also just so aggressively in mb's corner, she doesn't really play /that/ big of a role in the book but she's 100% fighting for mb basically from the moment it comes back to save mensah in exit strategy, and here mb just needs to be like "ew i don't wanna do that" and pin lee feels like she would fucking. kill someone. to make sure mb doesn't need to do things it doesn't wanna do. can i also get a pin lee please.

also the bit where mb talks about people seeing it on tv or something? i can't remember if it's the documentary or if it maybe comes up in another context but there's definitely a part where mb talks about how it wouldn't mind that actually. and knowing what happens later on i'm just like. ahhhh foreshadowing!! nice!!

and it gets to do proper secunit stuff! it's so happy about it, like "yes i liked this plan better. partially because it was a better plan but also because it was a secunit plan, not a combatunit plan". like i know we all (me included) wonder if/what kind of sexual abuse mb's been through the way it reacts to maybe being percieved as a sexbot and stuff, but it also clearly doesn't want to be perceived as any other kind of construct either. it's not a comfortunit, it's not a combatunit, it's a secunit goddamnit (insert bones "im a doctor not an ---" gif here)

and the way it just. doesn't understand the preservation bots at all. jollybaby probably thinks it's being all cute and friendly including and mb just finds it. annoying. the other bots are a variety of genuinely friendly and lowkey an ass but doing the same Nice and Polite thing that some of the preservation humans do to it, and mb feels all sorts of ways about it, like if all of them are playing some kind of weird game where they roleplay as happy content bots even though they couldn't possibly be since they're not really free

and its relationship with indah, and the way it goes from "ugh i hate this human" (because said human is very much treating it like a dangerous murder weapon, very fair reaction) to "ugh i still don't like this human but i wouldn't necessarily /hate/ having to work with her again" (because said human has actually started to realize that secunit 1. fucking loves saving people is just can't help itself, 2. is actually fucking amazing at its job, and 3. maybe really does deserve to be treated like a person)... like they're not friends by the end of it but they're much, much closer to something like coworkers who don't work the same way but are generally fairly okay with each other. god it just can't fucking help making some kind of connection with humans can it

anyway i dunno where i was going with this, my memory is too shit to actually pull up any specific examples and i'm all just about vibes, but it's just like

good book actually

[cheynovak]

Flirty text POV

part 3,5

Summary: Y/N is drunk texting Jensen… He might like it. Things might slightly escalade over time. You can either read it in a before Danneel or after Danneel setting just how you like.

Just because it's fun and you guys seem to like us flirting with Jensen 🙈

This one is a little different from the other parts. (Don't worry the text will make their comeback, if you don't want to read this no worries, you could skip it an continue with the text pov's.)

[POV: Y/N’s Perspective]

Her phone buzzed on the table. Hot Shot 🔥 flashed across the screen.

Y/N’s date glanced at it, raising an eyebrow. “Hot Shot?” he questioned, obviously confused.

Y/N blinked, trying not to react. “Uh, yeah… I should take this. It’s important.”

She answered the call, pressing the phone to her ear.

Before she could say anything, Jensen’s voice erupted through the speaker.

“Y/N! What the hell? Are you serious right now?! You need to get here, like, NOW!”

Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Jensen—”

“No! Don’t Jensen me! This is an emergency!”

Her date leaned back in his seat, clearly uncomfortable now.

“Listen, I don’t care what you’re doing, you need to drop it and come help. This is serious, Y/N. I need you!”

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to sound concerned. “Oh my god, really? Right now?”

“YES! RIGHT NOW! I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ALONE!”

She nodded quickly, standing up and grabbing her bag. “I—I have to go. I’m so sorry. This is, uh… sounds really bad.”

Her date just blinked. “Uh, yeah… okay. Hope everything’s alright?”

“Yeah, me too,” she muttered before practically bolting out of the restaurant.

A block away, Jensen was leaning against his truck, arms crossed, looking smug as hell. Dressed casually in a fitted T-shirt and jeans, he looked way too relaxed for someone who had just “needed her help.”

When he saw her, his eyes flicked over her outfit, and something in his expression shifted.

“Damn,” he muttered.

Y/N stopped in front of him, crossing her arms. “Damn, what?”

Jensen smirked. “Just… damn. You clean up nice, Princess.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you call me.”

She huffed. “Yeah, well, you... You're a good actor.”

Jensen chuckled, opening the passenger door of his truck. “Come on, let’s get out of here."

The hum of the engine filled the space between them, thick with unspoken words. Y/N sat quietly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window. Jensen flicked his gaze toward her every few seconds, watching the way her fingers toyed with the hem of her dress. She hadn’t said much since she got in the truck.

After a few more minutes of heavy silence, he sighed. “That bad, huh?”

Y/N let out a breath, still looking outside. “Yeah, well… I don’t like extreme buff guys who only know the gym.”

Jensen huffed a laugh. “Noted.”

She didn’t laugh. Normally, she’d have some sarcastic remark, maybe tease him back, but tonight, she just seemed… off. He tapped his fingers against the wheel, trying to figure her out.

Another beat of silence.

“I didn’t know you were dating,” Jensen said, keeping his voice casual, though he could feel the weight of his own words.

Y/N finally turned to look at him. “I’m not. Like I said my friend set me up. Thought it was just gonna be her and me, but surprise, she brought him.” She sighed, rubbing a hand over her forehead. “Trapped me in a double date without telling me.”

Jensen tightened his grip on the wheel, jaw flexing. “Some surprise.”

“Yeah.”

Silence stretched between them again, the only sound the low rumble of the truck and the occasional flick of the turn signal. Jensen glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She still looked annoyed, her lips pressed together like she was replaying the night in her head.

He cleared his throat. “So… what’s your type then?”

Y/N turned her head, raising a brow. “What? You taking notes?”

Jensen smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. “Maybe.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Why? You gonna set me up with someone next?” He shrugged. “Depends on your answer.”

Y/N let out a breath, pretending to think. “I like guys who are… sweet. Kind. Not obsessed with themselves or their muscles. Taal but not too tall.”

Jensen grinned. “So, not Jared.”

She laughed, the first real laugh since she got in the car. “Definitely not Jared.” She continued "Manly but ok with femininity."

“Damn. Guess... Maybe I should cancel that gym membership, at least I would fit a small part of your discription.” he teased.

Y/N gave him a side-eye, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips now. “Oh please, we both know you barely use it.”

Jensen gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “Wow. That hurts.” Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

The tension in the car had started to ease. The silence wasn’t so heavy anymore. And as Jensen stole another quick glance at her, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“No, but for real,” he said, keeping his tone light. “Do you want to be with someone?” Y/N shifted in her seat, looking out the window. “I don’t know. I mean… yeah, I guess. If it’s the right person.”

Jensen hummed. “And what makes them the right person?”

She let out a small chuckle. “What is this, an interview?”

“Just curious.” He smirked, eyes flicking toward her before back on the road.

Y/N sighed, playing with the bracelet on her wrist. “I guess… someone who makes me laugh. Who doesn’t take themselves too seriously, but not like... childish.”

Jensen grinned. “So, still not Jared.”

She laughed again, shaking her head. “Nope.”

He pretended to wipe his forehead in relief. “Good. That would’ve been awkward.”

Y/N nudged him playfully. “You’re the worst, you should want your best friend to date your other best friend.”

“Hell no! Then I'd have to watch all the smooching.” he teased, but his voice softened a little when he added, “What else?”

She hesitated for a second, then shrugged. “Someone who makes me feel safe. Who just… gets me, I guess.” Jensen nodded slowly, gripping the wheel a little tighter. “Yeah. That’s important.”

Silence settled between them again, this time filled with something heavier—like they were both testing the waters without actually stepping in.

Y/N tilted her head. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

She smirked. “Your type?”

Jensen exhaled, pretending to think. “Hmm. Someone who’s funny. A little stubborn, cute when she get's angry”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Oh god.”

He grinned. “Someone who doesn’t mind a little banter, but also lets me win sometimes. Kind of like you do sometimes."

“Never happening.”

“See? Stubborn.”

Y/N shook her head, biting back a smile. “What else?”

Jensen tapped his thumb against the wheel. “Someone I can just… be myself with. Where I don't need to be the perfect oscar worthy actor, or the buff guy, or just you know... mister perfect. Where the little kid from Texas can tell his secrets to.”

Y/N didn’t answer right away. He could feel her looking at him, but he kept his eyes on the road.

Finally, she said, “Yeah. That’s important.”

Neither of them spoke after that, both lingering in the moment, dancing around something neither of them was quite ready to say.

--

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[crazycat010]

Jealousy Jealousy

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Based on the song "Jealousy Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo.

Warnings: insecurities, angst, sad, small fluff, reader loses her friend because of a new girl named Natasha (sorry if that's your name), unrequited love, mention of death and sacrificing yourself for Humanity's sake. Sad angsty ending but I'll do a part 2 if you want.

Reader insert, no reference to reader's body so it can be seen as female, gender neutral and male reader

"All your friends are so cool, you go out every night In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend too I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you"

“Y/n?”

“Earth to Y/n?”

“Y/NNNN!” Hange yelled, pulling you out of your daydream.

“Sh!t sorry. I zoned out, again.” You explained yourself, trying to look anywhere but in your friend’s eyes.

“It’s what you’ve been doing this whole week. Just ask him out already!” She whisper-yelled.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You replied stubbornly.

“C’mon Y/n, you’ve liked him since you first met him! If you don’t tell him how you feel now, you may never get the chance to!” Petra added.

“Thanks a lot you guys…” You said, slumping back in your seat lazily. How were you supposed to tell him, your Captain, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, The Levi Ackerman, you were in love with him and had been for years now. You’d probably just make it weird and ruin your friendship with him, because no way in hell did he reciprocate your feelings.

“You know what? If you’re not going to tell him, I will!” Hange said resolute and determined to end your suffering. She had been your best friend since you’d graduated from being simple Cadets and knew better than anyone how much you were actually worth though also how much you thought lowly of yourself because of your insecurities and negative thoughts.

“WHAT?! NO!” You didn’t notice you’d raised your voice until you realized everyone was staring at you.

Your face became beet red as you waved it off with a small “Don’t worry, everything’s fine. We’re all fine.” Successfully getting everyone to go back to what they were previously doing.

“I wasn’t lying before, I’ll tell him if you don’t.” She went back to whispering, drawing your attention back to the stressful topic.

“Okay, okay fine. I’ll tell him! I just, need to get us a moment together, the perfect moment. I’ll think about it tomorrow, when I go to my parents’ house.”

Your friends, including Mike, Oluo, Eld and Gunther, high-fived each other victoriously, but were quick to act nonchalant as soon as they saw their Captain approaching you.

“What’s happening? I heard some commotion coming from here just minutes ago.” He asked, eyeing you all with his usual scowl.

Suddenly, your shoes became a very interesting view as Hange quickly answered: “Don’t worry Captain. Nothing happened! Y/n here was just…telling us about a few hand-to-hand combat techniques and discussing them with the team.”

He glanced at your petrified form questioningly, but swiftly came to the decision it was not an important matter.

“Anyways, I wanted to tell you, tomorrow a new member will be joining the Levi Squad, I want you all to welcome her but most importantly make sure to get along with her.” He continued.

You and the rest of the team stared at each other with a shocked expression on your face, though Petra was the first to speak up: “You referred to the new member with a her, so I suppose she’s a girl. Who is she?”

“Yeah, and when will we meet her?” Eld chimed in.

“Her name is Natasha and you’ll all meet her tomorrow morning at training, the rest, you can ask her for yourself.” He answered before retreating back to his office to finish writing the last papers before going to bed.

“Well, that’s new…” Eld said.

“Who even is she? I mean, she must be great with her skills and everything if Levi accepted her in our team.” Oluo said.

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. You don’t know anything about this, do you Hange?” Gunther sighed, running a hand through his neatly combed hair.

“I’m just as surprised as you are. How about you Mike?” The scientist returned the question to the silent blonde.

“Don’t look at me! I know about this just as much as you do.” He raised his hands in the air defensively.

“So she’s suddenly joining the team, nobody knows about her and Levi promptly refuses to tell us anything. She sure was able to become the center of attention before even coming.” Erd said.

“Hey Y/n, you okay?” Hange questioned you.

You had zoned out again…This Natasha girl sounded quite mysterious, but most of all, you weren’t accustomed to Levi’s eyes subtly lighting up when he talked about someone.

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry. I’m just tired, that’s all. In fact, I think I’mma head to bed, anybody coming with?” You got up from your seat lazily.

“Nah. I still have a few hours left to enjoy in me. See you in two days, right?” Gunther replied for everyone.

“Yeah.” You walked alone to your bedroom as unanswered questions swirled through your mind, mostly regarding Natasha and Levi. You pushed them down though, because they surely weren’t gonna ruin your free day with your parents.

The next day you woke up early and headed to town, where your parents owned a bakery. Your family’s apartment was right over it and you could still recall how much you used to help your parents when they were at work, sometimes getting scolded for not wanting to go to bed. You didn’t spend as much time there now, but Levi usually left you a few free days per month to visit your parents, and you sometimes also brought the rest of your team with you to have a hearty meal by the fireplace. 

As always, your parents were marveled to see you and the day flew by too quickly. In the blink o an eye, you were back at the Scout’s, going to bed earlier than usual because of the tiredness caused by all the riding.

The next day, you were woken up by a ray of sunshine seeping through your window and illuminating the room.

You saw your companion Petra soundly sleeping on the bed on the other side of the room, so you dressed yourself without making any noise and walked your way to the stables.

“Hello Grass Goblin!” You saluted your hooved friend smirking happily. Her real name was Lily, in honor of the beautiful flowers you put in her hair when you braided it, but you’d had her for so much time you had become besties to the point the nickname rolled off your tongue more naturally than her real name.

You brought your horse out for a ride, fed her and combed her hair into a beautiful braid with a few flowers tucked in between.

Before you’d realized, it wast time for you to go to training, which meant you’d finally get to meet this mysterious Natasha.

You were sure you had arrived on time, nonetheless, the moment you stepped into the training area you found your team, Levi and an unfamiliar blondie chatting loudly and carelessly, as if they had been friends since forever.

To say this whole situation weirded you out was an understatement: your teammates had taken days or even months to warm up to you, and if Levi talked to you now it was only thanks to the years of hard work and missions done for and with him. Nonetheless, they had become best friends with this new chick in what, a day and a half? From where you stood, you could also see Levi smiling. Okay, what? Like, you didn’t even think the word “smile” existed in his vocabulary and suddenly he was there, grinning ear to ear in the face of this new kid?!

You approached the laughing group in a matter of minutes with a weird: “Hey guys!”

The moment they saw you, they all shut up and stopped laughing, turning to look at their shoes or share strange looks with each other.

You shrugged it off: focusing on this situation wouldn’t bring you any good and you still had to figure out a way to talk to Levi about your feelings.

Levi spoke up: “So, for today’s training we’ll divide the team into pairs and do some exercises in the woods. Form the pairs and go grab your horses, we’ll meet there in 10. Oh, and Gunther, you’re coming with me.”

Gunther visibly slumped, shoulders dropping as he prepared himself mentally for hours of scoldings and glares from his Captain.

As soon as Levi was out of range, you hit Gunther lightly in the shoulder, telling him ironically: “C’mon man, wasn’t it your dream to work with the Levi Ackerman?”

“Yeah, until I actually started working with him! He scolds me so much I wouldn’t be surprised if he got angry with me because of my favorite color.”

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked him, heading to the stables once again.

“Blue, yours?”

“Don’t really have one. I like all bright colors equally, though it depends on the day.”

“You know what? I ain’t even gonna ask you questions. Learned my lesson over the years.” He laughed, departing to go get his horse.

Oluo and Erd had formed a pair, and you saw Petra chatting with Anastasia on the other side of the stables, so you went to ask her: “Hi Anastasia! Hi Petra! Would you like to be in pair with me for the exercises?”

“Sorry Y/n, I’m already with Anastasia and we can’t be in three…” She tried to explain herself.

“Because…?” What was up with her? Levi always let you form groups of three with another teammate whenever someone was missing.

“Because we can’t, okay? Stop asking dumb questions!” She basically hissed at you, annoyed.

Okay, what was happening? You’re away for what, a night and a couple of hours and they all hate you out of the blue? You watched as the two girls got on their horses, giggling like two teenage girls and rode off, not even bothering to wait for you.

A wave of sadness washed over you, and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, yet you took all your strong will and pushed them back, not wanting to show the vulnerable side of you for idiotic situations like this. You had always been very emotional, and nobody before your team and Hange had ever gone out of their way to help you or talk to you. When you’d joined the Cadets you were pretty much of a loner, but Hange had managed to get you out of your shell and you’d learned how to make friends, eventually leading to you befriending the infamous ‘Levi Squad’.

However, you were probably overthinking it all, as usual. Your friends wouldn’t possibly leave you just like this, with no warning or reason whatsoever, right?

You headed to the woods’ entrance, were the rest of your team was awaiting you.

“So, are all the pairs formed?” Levi asked.

“Yeah” Everybody answered, except for you, though he didn’t notice it and went off to explain the exercises to everyone.

The training had been agonizingly long and painful and, as soon as sundown approached, you were all eager to get off your horses, eat something and skedaddle to bed as quickly as possible.

“Hey guys, how about we all have dinner together?” You suggested.

“Sorry Y/n, but me and Natasha wanted to eat together and then chat for a bit.” Petra apologized.

“No can do, me and the boys are going in town. Sorry.” Erd answered.

“Oh…Okay. That’s fine, it’s absolutely fine. I-I mean, it’s not like we don’t already see each other every day right?” You said awkwardly.

Petra offered you an apologetic smile and then went off with her new friend, the boys getting their horses to the stables.

You didn’t exactly know what you would do that night, but perhaps you could wait for Hange to finish her shift at the Lab and have dinner with her.

After hours spent wandering around the huge building, it was finally the time of the end of her shift, so you ran to her study eager to tell her about your day and hear about hers, as you did almost every night.

“Hangeeeee!!!” You exclaimed, barging into her room with a big smile plastered on your face, excitement etched all over your features.

“Hey Y/n!” She responded. There was something off about the way she was acting, and you’d noticed how she was way less happy to see you than usual, so you decided to investigate: “What’s up with you today?”

“Listen Y/n, I’m truly sorry. I know you’ve been waiting for me to finish this job for hours so we could eat together, but I already had something planned tonight and I really don’t want to miss it. You wouldn’t mind if we skipped today’s daily catch up, right?” She pleaded.

You were taken aback, what has happening? You’re absent for a day and suddenly nobody can eat or spend time with you?

“So…?” She asked again, seeing as you’d zoned out.

“Y-yeah yeah, ’s fine don’t worry.” You gave her a tight lipped smile, shutting the door behind you and going outside on a walk to clear your mind.

The next few days were spent like this, everyone seemingly avoiding your presence. Hange had started having more and more plans at dinner so you never actually got to talk, and the rest of your team were just ignoring you, making up fake excuses in order to not spend time with you. However, you’d noticed how they always regrouped with Natasha. One day, you decided you wanted to get to know this new girl, and with only good intentions in your heart, you approached her while she chatted with Petra and Hange. What you didn’t expect, however, was the side eye she gave you, chuckling under her breath and asking: “Who’re you?”

“I’m Y/n, one of your teammates.” You answered.

“Really? Didn’t think Levi would ever choose a comrade so ugly and annoying.” She continued, though facing your two ex-friends now: “C’mon girls. Have you ever seen her actually do anything? She spends all the training just drooling at our Captain.”

You looked at her in utter confusion, turning to your friends as Hange grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the pathetic blondie.

“Who the fuck does she think she is?” You hissed.

“Hey Y/n, calm down, you’re overreacting. I swear she’s nice, you just need to get used to her.”

“So what, you’re like defending her now?” You scoffed, not wanting to believe your best friend of a lifetime was turning against you.

“Why? Can’t I? She’s my friend.” Hange replied.

“You’re my friend too!” You spat back.

She didn’t say anything, so you took that as your cue to leave.

You locked yourself in your room and didn’t get out for hours, crying and sobbing because it suddenly felt like you were unwanted and unloved, just like the first time you’d come here.

You needed some fresh air, so you decided to head out for a ride with Lily. Just as you got out of the building, you heard some loud chatter and a faint smell of marshmallows coming from the other side of the building.

You followed the noise, realizing it came from the porch were you usually ate dinner around a fire with your friends, before the whole Natasha-thing happened.

You hid behind a pillar, recognizing all your friends’ voices, trying to recompose yourself in order to go see what all this was about without letting your troubled side show.

The first thing you saw were your friends in a circle, rounded around a fire, roasting marshmallow on wooden sticks. The next thing, though, is what hurt you the most: Natasha was sitting on a boy’s lap, kissing him passionately, her marshmallow long forgotten on the ground. As they separated themselves to catch their breath, giggling like high schoolers, you recognized your Captain and love of a lifetime as the one who was kissing her. He was looking at her so affectionately, completely focused on her and with a love sick look in his eyes you’d never seen him with.

Is this what your friends had been doing every night behind your back?

Tears streaming down your face, you stomped in the area, all your friends suddenly noticing your presence as the chatter ended in a matter of seconds.

Nobody dared to look at your fiery eyes, opting to look at the ground instead.

“What is this?” You broke the silence, venom in your words.

Hange was the first one to get up, trying to get your wrist like she always did when she wanted you to calm down. “Y/n please.”

“Oh don’t you Y/n me! You hung out together, leaving me out  for all this time, not even once thinking about asking me to join, when I’ve been inviting you to eat together every single day.” You said, words latched with anger.

“We can explain, please Y/n!” She pleaded you, but you slapped her hand off of you, repelled by her.

“No, we don’t need to explain ourselves to her, do we guys?” Natasha had rose up to her feet, facing you with a smug smirk.

“She’s right Y/n. Can’t we have other friends? Or do we have to spend every second of our lives with you?” Petra argued, going to stand by her new friend.

“Spend every…What the heck you guys? I’m away for one day and you all suddenly hate me?” You were trying as hard as you could to not let your emotions get in the way, but it was noticeable how your voice had cracked mid-sentence.

“We don’t hate you Y/n. We’re just tired…” Gunther answered lazily, not tearing his gaze away from his half burnt marshmallow.

“Of what Gunther? Tired of what?”

“Of you Y/n! Don’t you understand? They’re all sick of you trying to always be the center of attention, you’re useless and you act so childishly and god, you’re so damn emotional!” Natasha said.

You simply stared at them, tears pooling in your eyes and body trembling as your mind wasn’t able to register what was happening. All your greatest fears were coming to life: your friends had turned their back on you and hated you with all their guts. They’d eventually leave you and you’d become the same lonely loser you always had been.

“We’re sorry we had to break it to you this way, but she’s right, Y/n. We’re tired of you.” Erd finally spoke up, his voice lacking the usual warmth you once found comfort in.

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. Your chest tightened, a suffocating weight pressing down on you. Their words rang in your ears, over and over again, slicing through you like a thousand tiny blades.

Your lips parted, but no words came out—just a sharp inhale, like a drowning person gasping for breath. Your fingers clenched into fists at your sides, trying to steady yourself, but it was pointless. The trembling wouldn’t stop.

Then, your eyes found him.

Levi stood there, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place. He hadn't spoken, hadn’t even looked at you properly. But what shattered you completely was what he didn’t do—he didn’t defend you. Not once.

Because he didn’t care.

Not about you. Not like you had hoped.

Not like he did for her.

Natasha was standing close to him, too close, her hand brushing against his arm as she smirked at you, victorious. And Levi let it happen. He let her claim him, let her act like she belonged by his side.

A choked sob escaped before you could stop it. You felt the tears spill over, warm against your cheeks as your body moved on its own.

You ran.You pushed past them, ignoring Hange’s desperate call of your name, ignoring the sting of their words echoing in your mind.

Your feet carried you blindly through the hallways of the barracks, past flickering candlelight and empty corridors, until you reached the safety of your dorm.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow as the sobs wracked your body.

You had never felt more alone.

You had lost them.

And worst of all… you had lost him.

The next day you woke up with a throbbing headache, eyes puffy from all the crying and snot filling your nostrils.

You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground, your heart heavy and tight. You could hear their voices outside your room—Levi and Natasha laughing, talking easily. Your stomach twisted.

The sound of it was enough to send you spiraling into a pit of self-doubt.

You’d spent so much time pushing those feelings down. Trying to convince yourself you were strong, that you weren’t someone to get lost in jealousy, but now, it was impossible to ignore.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shut out the thoughts that swirled in your mind. Natasha was everything you weren’t. Beautiful. Confident. Easy to talk to. And Levi... Levi always looked at her like she was perfect. You could see it, even when Natasha wasn’t around. It was the way he smiled when she walked into a room, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long.

He’d never look at you like that.

Your fingers ran through your hair, the weight of the realization sinking in. The truth you refused to see until now was clear. Levi would never love you the way he loved Natasha. He wouldn’t even have to think twice about it. Natasha had everything—beauty, grace, strength. All you had were scars, insecurities, and the weight of your own broken heart.

You’d never been able to see yourself the way Levi saw you, and now... now you didn’t know how to make him see you differently. You weren’t enough. You were never going to be enough.

Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror. Your reflection was a stranger—a girl who had tried so hard to fit in, to pretend she was something she wasn’t, to make herself worthy of the things she could never have. You weren’t Natasha. You’d never be Natasha.

Your fingers brushed the scars that marked your skin—physical reminders of all the things you’d lost, all the parts of yourself you could never get back.

And then there was Levi.

You knew you could never ask him to choose you over Natasha. Natasha was everything you weren’t. She had beauty that drew people in, confidence that made everyone love her. You didn’t have that. You were just... ordinary, bruised, broken.

"He doesn’t love me," you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible. "He loves her.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, and you hated yourself for feeling this way, for being so weak, for letting your insecurities get the best of you. But it was undeniable. Every time you saw the way Levi looked at Natasha, you couldn’t help but feel like you were competing with a version of yourself you could never reach.

Your heart felt like it was cracking. Maybe you’d fooled yourself into thinking he could love you.

Maybe he did, but he would always love Natasha more.

Your chest tightened, the tears starting to blur your vision. You wiped them away angrily.

No, you couldn’t be this girl. You couldn’t let jealousy take over. But the truth was clear now. Levi would never see you the way you wanted him to.

With an agonizingly slow pace, you got ready for today’s mission: you and the rest of the Levi Squad were going to head out of the Walls. You couldn’t leave now, not when the formation included you as a spotter for Titans, but perhaps you could free them of your presence after the mission.

You didn’t go to breakfast, stomach closed and eating having become only a small problem at the end of the list of the things you had to fix, or end, in this case.

With an empty look in your eyes, you headed to the stables, finding your teammates also getting ready for the mission.

They were silent, though for once, you didn’t want to break the silence. You started to realize how much it was valuable: it wasn’t something you needed to fill anymore, but something that filled you.

You sensed their apologetic looks, Natasha’s victorious smile and Levi’s usual cold yet troubled gaze, but you kept your eyes trained on the ground in front of you, or on the surrounding land once you were out of the walls.

As you were returning after a long day of scouting, a group of Titans approached you, running at an insane speed.

“They’re catching up on us!” Petra exclaimed, terror filling the senses of you all.

“What do we have to do Levi?” Natasha asked her new boyfriend.

“We have to keep riding, let’s hope we can reach the walls in time.” He replied.

“We’re never gonna make, they’re running way faster than usual!” Erd said.

“The Captain told us to keep riding, so shut up and do what you’ve been ordered to!” Gunther scolded you, putting everyone back in position.

Suddenly, the Walls came into view: you’d made it, you were going to live!

Your hope was quick to die however, as you looked back and saw the Titans at barely miles apart. They would have reached you before you could make it back.

You were all going to die! You had to do something!

You took a long breath, a peaceful smile appearing on your face.

“Why are you smiling? We’re going to die!” Petra asked you, worried.

“No you’re not. You’re not going to die today…” You’d made your decision, yet deep down, you’d always known. You loved your friends and cared about them too deeply to let them die at the hands of such monstrous creatures. Even though they had all been little sh!ts to you in the past few days, they were all the most loving and caring souls one could find inside the walls. Without looking back, they’d offered their lives, sacrificing their future for a greater good, in order to save Humanity, even though nobody was there to save them. They were skilled warriors and Humanity would already have been destroyed it it weren’t for their work. They were far more valuable than you were, and Humanity couldn’t lose them. You would rather have them and your parents alive but sad, than everybody dead because you didn’t have the courage to do what needed to be done.

“Just know that, I love you guys, and I’ll always carry you in my heart, no matter what you’ve done or said. Oh, and tell my parents I love them too, alright?” You continued your last speech, realization dawning over your friends as they looked back at you in horror.

Too late did they start yelling your name, for you’d already slowed down your horse to a walk, turning to face the group of beasts.

“Keep riding! She’s saving us! Don’t let her sacrifice be in vain.” Levi yelled, urging his horse and companions forward, closer to the walls and further from their friend.

You watched as they disappeared from your view, nothing but little black dots in a sea of green, a few tears trailing down your chin.

This was it, the end. If you’d known you would’ve died so soon, you probably would’ve hugged your parents tighter that day, but it was too late to regret your choices now. Your time had arrived, you may be forgotten, but you would have done your job to keep humanity safe for a bit longer. A determined look fell on your face, as you turned around to face the Titans. You were going to die, you were sure of it, but you sure as heck weren’t going down without a fight!

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Unique 💜 Part 2 - Chapter 1

“Hi, Namjoon.”

PAIRING: idol!Namjoon x OFC

SUMMARY: It's a year later when Angie decides to visit Hyejin, both women looking to get away from their problems. But a certain group is just pausing their tour, and old feelings are rekindled when their paths cross.

WORD COUNT: 4.9 k

GENRE: old lovers to ?

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: mentions of a marriage going downhill (not main characters), drinking, drunk driving, arguing

A.N. Hi! I posted Part 2 on other platforms a year ago, but now I've decided to upload everything here, given that Unique has a whole new look (thank you, @eerieedits) and a Part 3 coming up 🤭 I hope you enjoy!

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Angie had a small smile as she crossed the arrivals platform at Incheon International Airport. The jetlag was familiar, but that was not why her heart was beating intensely inside her chest. Rather, it was because she was such a different person the last time she had landed and crossed that same path a year before. Yet, at the same time, everything was still the same. At the time, she had no idea how her perception of life would change over one weekend. To the point that when she left, it felt like something of hers stayed behind. 

She crossed the glass doors into the fairly chilly afternoon sun and instantly looked at a corner of the parking lot. There, amongst the crowd that gathered and passed to welcome the arrived travelers or to drop off adventurers, had been a black car stopped inconspicuously. In the back of the said car, beyond the smoked windows, she recalled the soft touch of her lover's fingers tracing her jawline as his lips trailed her cheeks. She was smiling at the time, bitter but sweet about what they had experienced, the inevitability of it ending, and the hope that it would be a precious memory she would never forget.

“Angie!!”

She turned to the opposite side to find a familiar woman running with her arms open and a facemask hanging on her chin. As they clashed, a wide grin spread across Angie’s face. She squeezed her best friend in her arms, ignoring all the side-eyes from the passerby.

The smaller but daintier brunette pulled away, then gasped. “You have bangs!”

Angie laughed and combed her dirty-blonde bangs. “I needed a bit of change…”

“I can see that.” Hyejin chuckled with a cheeky smile. “Come, we have so much to talk about!”

Hyejin quickly grabbed Angie’s small carry-on luggage and pointed out how the bangs suited her so nicely. The hair, along with her hoop earrings, made her look ladylike, a sharp contrast from all the years they spent together, during which Angie would hardly step out of her sweatpants and sweater.

They were already inside the car with Hyejin driving them out when she commented, “That’s not the only thing that’s changed, right?”

“No,” Angie admitted, looking outside at the traffic of that unfamiliar place. Being there was like dropping into another universe, only with the perk of having the comfort of being with the person she loved best in the world. “Thank you for having me. I know this was sort of unexpected and with your wedding anniversary and everything…”

“Are you kidding me?” Hyejin scoffed, gripping the steering wheel for a second before she huffed. “I need you more than you know. You coming here was exactly the pause I needed.”

Angie looked at her worryingly. “That bad?”

“That bad.” Her expression was rigid as she drove them, the GPS giving indications that Angie couldn’t read. “Are you sure you want to stay at a hotel?”

“Of course! Come on, you’ve just celebrated your one-year wedding anniversary—”

“I haven’t seen you in a year.”

“We’ll be together all the time!”

“Then you might as well stay over,” Hyejin insisted quietly, driving faster than Angie would have expected.

“I can’t, you guys need your alone time. And so do I, honestly. I need to be with myself too, as hard as it is.”

Hyejin’s lips twitched, but she didn’t give away her thoughts. Not until they stopped at a red light did she glance absentmindedly at the cars outside while biting a fingernail.

“Is it bad that I was hoping you would stay so I don’t have to be with myself any longer?”

Angie immediately straightened up and searched for her eyes, which Hyejin masterfully avoided with a sad grin.

“You know, like in the old days.”

“You’re married, I’m not sure how to take this.” The car restarted moving, and Hyejin’s eyes stayed on the road. “I thought it was working out.”

“It was… until it wasn’t.”

Angie didn’t insist because the car quickly arrived at the hotel Hyejin had reserved for her. She leaned in to see where they were stopping — right in front of the lobby, where a valet was ready to receive the keys as Hyejin stepped out of the driver's seat. Another was already taking the luggage from the truck, and although she should have seen it coming, she was still startled when another opened her car door and bowed ninety degrees.

Angie stepped out of the car, trying her best to bow as well, while everything happened in a flash around her. Hyejin looped an arm around hers and dragged her along with a long face.

“Let’s check you in and go straight for a drink.”

Angie didn’t argue, and the fact that everyone was speaking in Korean around them made it even harder to do so, even if she had wished to. She wasn’t used to having everything done for her, or not to understanding things, for that matter, but she let it happen. Mostly because Hyejin would insist anyway, but also because she was tired. She wanted to be out of the loop and be taken care of for once.

After everything was settled, the receptionist gave her the room keycard, and Hyejin dragged her again, this time to the bar.

“Since you had a stopover of a day in Hong Kong, I’m not giving you a moment to rest,” Hyejin asserted as they sat at a table in the reasonably empty bar. “Unless you need it.”

Angie shook her head, and her bangs moved slightly over her brown eyes. “I’m fine. What’s happening?”

Hyejin heaved a deep breath but ordered their drinks and waited for them before cutting to the chase. “You know last week was our first wedding anniversary.” Angie nodded while siping her Manhattan cocktail, and Hyejin sneered. “And the anniversary of our four-year relationship.” Angie nodded again, licking the sweetness off her lips. “Right? Any sane person would understand it’s an important mark.”

“Because it is. Didn’t you guys plan a getaway?”

She scoffed. “I had to plan everything myself. He got annoyed with any questions to get his opinion, to the point that I just decided on Jeju at the last second so it would be easier. Then when the time came to go, he said he couldn’t because the deadline for an album was coming up, and it wasn’t ready yet.”

Angie’s eyebrows jumped as she grimaced, and Hyejin continued swiftly.

“So I asked him if he was the only producer working on it, and he said no.”

“Good, then someone else surely could take care of it.”

“Oh, no.” Hyejin laughed with derision, leaning forward with eyes flickering. “He said that as a surgeon, I should know better.” Angie could see her grinding her teeth in annoyance. “Would I like it if another doctor operated on my patient?”

Hyejin’s voice pitched, and Angie knew what stage she was at — it was that bad.

“So I told him that I trusted my colleague’s skills.” She scoffed, pleased with herself. “He didn’t like it, so I told him I knew in advance to not schedule any of my patients for that week. You know what he said?” Angie shook her head. “He said his life wasn’t as easily scheduled as mine.” Hyejin fell back to huff at the ceiling before sitting back up and reaching for her martini. “I fucking lost it. I’m a fucking surgeon, I save lives, and he acts like an album deadline is a life-or-death situation when he could have worked on it beforehand.”

Angie pressed her lips as Hyejin shugged her drink. “Sometimes things change suddenly—”

“Whose side are you on?” Hyejin almost choked so she could ask as quickly as possible.

“My best friend’s.” Angie was serious, and so Hyejin looked away. “And my best friend decided to marry this guy so—”

“I’m never first.” Hyejin put the drink down and squeezed her hands anxiously. “I’m telling you what until this very moment I could not even admit to myself,” her voice shook with instant tears. “I’m never first to him.”

Angie leaned to grab her hands over the table. “Maybe… Maybe it’s just a busy phase.”

Hyejin grabbed her best friend’s hands and shut her eyes. “It isn’t. For a year it’s been like this. Always busy, always a new deadline, always something else. I knew our schedules would be hard to coordinate, but fuck. I’m the one staying home alone because he can’t ‘leave the studio right now’.”

Angie’s sadness was possibly the only Hyejin could take. Her best friend’s brown eyes were sweet and showed a hurt that reflected how Hyejin felt deep down. It did hurt, it had for a while. She knew it wasn’t normal and she knew she wasn’t happy. She just didn’t want to admit it or pity herself, but now looking at Angie’s face, she couldn’t hide anymore.

She buried her face in her hands. “Ahh, I don’t know what to do. I’ve told him about this, and at first, he said it would get better. Then, that it was a phase. Then, that I had to be understanding. Now, that my life is easier than his. I can’t stand it. Why did we get married if it was to spend less time together? I don’t get it, and it honestly upsets me even more.” She revealed her face and looked into one of the only sets of eyes she trusted in this world. “I feel like a trophy wife,” she confessed quietly. “Like I was an accomplishment or a stepping stone.” It hurt beyond measure to confess this, and Angie squeezed her hands harder. “The daughter of one of the main producers of HYBE. It does give a certain standing.”

“You can’t possibly believe that he’d marry you for your dad?”

Hyejin snickered. “It wouldn’t be unheard of.” She looked down and refused to continue. Those suspicions were her deepest darkest secrets and even breathing them threatened to rip her apart in ways she wasn’t ready to face yet. “I guess I’m a stupid idiot. Why do I always fall for producers?” Angie stayed quiet, her eyes without a trace of judgment. “I saw my mom suffer while she raised me and my brother alone, but she said it was worth it because she loved my father deeply. And so did he. They still do. I see that, I want that, why can’t I have that?”

Angie pursed her lips. “Maybe you chose the wrong one…”

Hyejin’s eyes were low but quickly snapped back up. Angie feared being insensitive and was ready to apologize when a waiter approached them and spoke softly. She didn’t understand him so she took the moment to take a deep breath and censor herself. Her best friend was struggling in her marriage, and all she had to say was that she had married the wrong guy.

“We can move to the restaurant table for our dinner reservation,” Hyejin translated, grabbing her drink. 

Angie nodded quickly and followed her and the waiter quietly. She noticed Hyejin checking her phone and sighing impatiently. When the waiter left them by the table, Angie instantly fell apart.

“I’m so sorry. That remark was disgusting in this situation, I—”

“Please.” Hyejin sighed, squeezing her arm once before they sat down. “You and I have no secrets. I also wonder sometimes if… If things had been different.”

Angie leaned forward with the table between them. “Marriage is not an unbreakable contract. You don’t have to be miserable.”

Hyejin snorted. “That obvious?”

“Stealing away your smile like this makes me want to punch him in the face.” Angie rolled her eyes as she hid behind her drink and Hyejin smiled.

“You can if he bothers showing up.”

The looming disappointment in Hyejin’s features was enough to resurface Angie’s annoyance. "You know what? Scratch that. I should kick his balls. Unless he’s giving them good use.”

Hyejin’s eyebrows jumped. “You think he’s cheating on me?”

Angie almost choked. “No! I meant with you! Like— Like that you’re at least having sex!” Her eyes widened in shock as Hyejin shrugged. “Are you serious?!”

“No.” She wasn’t convincing because Angie’s eyes were about to pop out. “I mean, I’m my father’s little girl. Most people who work there saw me grow up. I don’t think he’d dare his career or reputation.”

“Hyejin… Fuck, are you listening to yourself?” Angie reached for Hyejin’s free hand while the latter finished her drink. “You shouldn’t be logically augmenting this with me,” her voice was on the verge of lividness. “You should be saying that he loves you and would never look at anyone else.”

She shrugged. “I guess that’s it. I don’t feel loved. I feel like a trophy he wants to put up on a shelf. But I’m a person with feelings. With needs. All my life, I just wanted to be seen. Loved. Important. Enough,” her voice shook as she hid her eyes for a moment. Angie fought the urge to get up and hug her dearest friend. “If I’m not enough, then what’s the point?”

Angie was trying to comfort her the best she could, telling her they could still brainstorm about it more and lay it all out when the waiter neared them again. Angie almost cussed him, though she held her tongue. The waiter was not to blame for being diligent with his work, it was that fucked up situation that was the problem.

Hyejin told him they were still waiting for someone, and they ordered wine before continuing the conversation. This time, the topic switched to Angie being there, and she wholeheartedly exposed her soul inside and out. She was at a crossroads, and she needed a radical change in scenery. One week there could be what she needed to reset. 

As Hyejin suggested things they could do, Angie briefly mentioned that the alternative would have been to tour Europe, but she didn’t have the courage to do it. With a small smile, she acknowledged that she wasn’t half as brave as he was.

After an entire bottle of red wine that Angie tried her best to drink by herself, they were still waiting for Hyejin’s husband. Hyejin started her attempts to reach him on his phone fifteen minutes ago, and now she was fuming.

“This bastard— Seriously, what is wrong with him?! At least pick up the damn phone!”

“Maybe he’s busy—”

“He knew you were coming today and that we had dinner plans, I even freaking emailed him the reservation!”

Angie raised her hands placatingly. “Maybe there’s someone else you could call that would be with him?”

Hyejin looked at her phone but then froze and looked back up at her best friend. Something flashed across her eyes quickly. “You know what? Why bother someone else with my marital issues?”

Angie’s brow instantly creased with worry, but Hyejin was already getting up and gathering her things.

“Wait!” She tried to rush after her. “We need to pay!”

“It’s in your name and room, I’ll pay it later!”

She didn’t bother slowing down, and Angie ran after her. She had never imagined through the chats and voice recordings that this would be going on, nor that she’d be thrown into the middle of her best friend's matrimonial issues, but there they were. As Hyejin drove in an agitated manner that had Angie holding on for dear life, she tried her best to crack jokes and have Hyejin think of something else. At first, she wouldn’t even smile, but they eventually laughed together.

Angie had hoped she had successfully managed to diffuse the situation until Hyejin used a badge to enter an underground park and her smile vanished along with the daylight outside.

“Thank you for cheering me up,” she said, parking masterfully. “But I think he deserves a piece of my mind.”

Angie couldn’t counter her on that. She was pro-communication and against staying in a conventional relationship just because of social norms. 

She debated whether she should be there, to begin with, but Hyejin gave her a small smile. That was when Angie left her doubts behind and followed her dear friend unasked. Maybe Hyejin had had the last straw, and if so, her best friend was there to help her through it.

“Say what you mean and mean what you say,” she told her calmly as they entered the elevator. “And don’t worry about anything else. If he loves you, he’ll listen and figure it out with you. It takes two.”

Angie had never been in a building like that, but she didn’t have time to take it in. Hyejin knew clearly where to go once they stepped out of the elevator and Angie had to rush to meet her speed. All she noticed was the faint music in the background as if coming from the walls, the expansive glass windows letting the sunset lights shine through, and a series of doors that confused her. It felt like they were in an apartment building, seeing all the closed doors with keypads to unlock them, but—

Hyejin started typing a code on one of them and just walked in. Angie followed her and committed to staying by her side until further notice.

She didn’t expect to suddenly hear loud music coming from the speakers all around the room, in a surround sound system that looked expensive, to say the least. But the whole room looked expensive, with multiple keyboards on shelves all the way to the ceiling and consoles extending over a desk that looked into a window to a small room where a lonesome microphone stood. On the screens, just below said window, were multiple programs showing symbols and colors she had never seen before. 

That was the extent of what she captured from the room. Three men were sitting in office chairs, looking at the screens. They all turned around when the door opened and closed, but only one clicked the mouse to stop the music.

“Hyejin!”

She was looking downright fearsome at her husband, who had what Angie could only describe as an idiot’s smile on his face. She avoided the man and whatever he was saying in Korean and looked at the other two: one was Yoongi, Hyejin’s teenage crush, and the other was—

Her eyes widened, the same as his, as he stood up. His hair was longer, and with a gray hoodie like that, she wouldn’t have recognized him. She quickly eyed him from head to toe, then looked back up with a smile. He looked good.

“Be fucking serious!” Hyejin suddenly burst out in English, then pointed at Angie. “My friend from overseas is right here. You’re being rude!”

Hyejin’s husband glanced at Angie, who was frankly not paying attention, and in the moment that he took to react, someone else did.

“Hello.” Yoongi took a step forward and bowed, and Angie was almost startled.

“Hello.”

“Nice to see you again.” He extended his hand, and she met him halfway and shook it.

She smiled. “Thank you, you too.”

Her eyes jumped to Namjoon’s again, trying to decipher his expression, when Hyejin’s husband stepped forward as well to shake her hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you finally.”

Angie’s lips curved, and she reached to shake his hand. Hyejin scoffed. “So you remember that you were supposed to meet her for the first time today.”

Her husband stepped back and said something quietly, and she rolled her eyes.

“Please. How about instead of telling me I’m overreacting, you apologize to her for making her wait for our dinner appointment?”

His mouth opened, but he didn’t immediately speak. His eyes alternated between his wife and Angie, who suppressed a sigh. Not that she cared, but she cared about Hyejin. She was disappointed in her stead.

“Oh, I— I’m sorry, I completely forgot. I’m sorry.”

He bowed, but Angie felt uneasy and glanced at Hyejin, who was unimpressed with her arms crossed over her chest. “I told you about it a million times. Reminded you this morning. Forwarded the reservation email so that you’d get a notification thirty minutes beforehand.” Her tone was rising steadily, and everyone felt uneasy. Her husband tried smiling and calling her name, and her expression just hardened. “I called you dozens of times. Where the hell is your phone?!”

He stuttered, finally seemingly embarrassed. “Somewhere, but it’s in silent mode. You know I don’t take calls when I work.”

Hyejin rolled her eyes. “Your smartwatch?”

“It’s set on Do Not Disturb.”

“Fucking brilliant.” She huffed, ready to tell him how idiotic that was, when he grinned.

“Well, you know how it is, darling. We don’t really follow schedules. More like… intuition. And inspiration. Right?” He looked at the other two men, and Hyejin huffed not so subtly. “One can’t really schedule inspiration, and Yoongi and Namjoon here just passed by and offered to help, I had to take the opportunity.”

Angie pressed her lips not to grimace at his extensive list of excuses. Knowing what he had told Hyejin about how her work could be scheduled while his couldn’t just made her gut twist even more. She was curious to observe the other two’s reactions: Yoongi was looking at the wall and his lips were a stern line, and Namjoon looked serious and a second away from saying his opinion. Angie guessed he didn’t want to intervene, it was Hyejin’s discussion, but she was happy to see that everyone else saw the bullshit.

“I was actually trying to fix Taesun’s mistakes,” Hyejin’s husband finally whined, puffing a deep sigh. Angie frowned despite Hyejin’s sigh, and he took that as permission to continue, “It’s an absolute shitstorm in every direction. Divorcing is fine, but being caught cheating with one of the artists you’re producing music for is…”

Angie was the only one with wide eyes, and none of the others stepped in to help him find words.

“Destastful.” He seemed contented with himself. “It’s destroying his career and reputation and the group’s and the company’s!”

“Oh please,” Hyejin huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Your dad stepped down from the board this morning after agreeing to terminate Taesun’s contract.”

“What?!” Hyejin turned to Namjoon and Yoongi for confirmation — the first nodded, and the latter looked down.

“It’s ridiculous,” Yoongi said quietly. “He has nothing to do with it.”

“The public will see it as a show of good faith,” Hyejin’s husband commented.

“Who cares?!” Hyejin was grabbing onto her hair with incredulity. “My father helped build this place from the ground up, he shouldn’t be punished for having an asshole as a son!”

“He’s the one who decided to do it,” Namjoon told her gently. “You should probably talk to him, he’ll need your support. And your mother.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this!” Hyejin was fuming again, angry lines drawn over her face.

“Me? I thought your mother would call you!”

“She’s probably devastated and trying to console Dad! You should have called me!”

Her husband seemed lost. “But I was told to work on the album—”

“You started working on that album last month!”

Angie pressed her lips and fought the urge to excuse herself and leave. She wanted to be there for Hyejin, but the discussion sounded increasingly like a couple's fight.

“Wasn’t the album’s deadline this week?” Hyejin suddenly frowned, remembering what he had told her.

Her husband smiled. “There’s good news. Well, bad news, actually, but good news! Before, your brother was just late, and I was brought in to help, but now, because of the scandal, they moved the deadline!”

Angie’s eyes fixed on Hyejin, who looked like a deer caught in headlights while her husband was grinning from ear to ear.

“This means that I’ll be given three more months to—”

“You mean the album that ruined our first wedding anniversary was—”

Her voice was by a thread, and everyone recognized the dam about to break: Angie stepped next to her and brushed her arm, Namjoon raised his hands, Yoongi grabbed his stuff from the table, and even Hyejin’s husband stepped forward.

“We should really just take a step back—”

“Clearly, there are more important things than this album right now.”

“Darling, I didn’t know it would turn out like this—”

Everyone spoke at the same time, but Hyejin was the only one that mattered. She ignored the three of them and focused on Angie’s eyes and lips pursing. She felt like exploding in every direction, but she took a deep breath at that moment.

She looked her husband dead in the eye. “You and I are going to talk, but not now.” She turned to Angie. “I need to go to my parents.”

“I know, I’ll get back to the hotel.”

“We can help with that,” Namjoon suggested immediately.

“Do you need a ride?” Yoongi asked, but he was looking at Hyejin.

Looking into his eyes almost made Hyejin cry. “I have my car.”

“But should you be driving right now?” He insisted, car keys in his hand as if waiting for the word.

“He’s right,” Hyejin’s husband stepped forward again, but she purposefully didn’t look in his direction. “I should drive you—”

“No,” she responded quickly in a clean cut. “You need to figure out what your priorities are, and I’d suggest you do it tonight. Come home, or don’t, I don’t care. I might stay at my parents’ tonight, but the next time I see you, we are going to talk.”

She grabbed Angie’s hand and walked out of the room. She just didn’t want to be there anymore now that she had reacted, but it had to be done.

“Are you okay?” Angie was following after her quickly, but she was worried.

They only stopped near the elevators, and Hyejin pressed the button to call one. “I’m a surgeon. Making calls in a pinch with a life or death situation in my hands is my job.”

Angie squeezed her hand. “I didn’t ask for your credentials.”

Her expression was gentle even as Hyejin tried to control an emerging sob and threw her arms around her best friend.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” Angie held her firmly and petted her hair. “You’ll come out on the other side happier, I promise.”

They both heard footsteps from the corridor, and Hyejin stepped away, cleaning her tears and composing herself. Angie hated the rigidity and norms her best friend always seemed to conform to whenever someone else was present. At that moment, she wondered if Hyejin ever had time to be herself.

“We said we’d help,” Namjoon reminded her with a soft expression.

Yoongi was standing next to him. “And I’m driving you.”

“I brought my car.”

“And I’m driving you.”

His expression was soft as they looked at each other, talking without words. Angie guessed he knew her well enough to know she had just been crying, and he clearly cared enough to make sure she wouldn’t drive in that state.

The elevator door opened and the four stepped in. Angie noted that Hyejin never said yes, but she never said no either, which was probably enough.

Namjoon asked something quietly in Korean, and Hyejin instantly answered. In a short time, they arrived at the underground parking.

Namjoon turned to Angie. “I’ll make a call real quick.”

She nodded, and Hyejin called her attention. “I’m so sorry about this. We should have been at your hotel eating and having wine, and instead, this whole bullshit just keeps on piling up.”

“This escapes your control, it’s not your fault. Your family needs you, so don’t worry about anything else.”

Namjoon stepped back to her side before she was done talking. “All set, we’ll have a car in a few minutes.”

Angie looked up at him in surprise; she assumed they’d call a taxi for her.

“Thanks, Joonie.”

Yoongi said something that had Namjoon step forward and hug Hyejin with words that sounded like comfort. When he pulled away, Angie was ready to step in as well.

“Call me when you have the time,” she hugged her firmly then gave her best friend a comforting smile before she and Yoongi walked away.

Angie stood next to Namjoon and furrowed her brow. “So… you said ‘we’ll have a car’, so…”

“Ah, yes. I’ll take you to your hotel. We should have a car any minute now.” He scratched his head with a smile, and she nodded.

“Thank you.”

He looked down with a smile that hid his eyes and bloomed sweet dimples, and she stayed quiet, looking at him.

When he finally pressed his lips and looked at her, he found those brown eyes focused on him. He didn’t know what to say for a moment, it was all still so unexpected. He had so many questions: when had she arrived, how long would she stay, how had she been doing, had she had dinner yet, did she remember their time together the year before or was it just him who—

He suddenly gasped mutely. “I didn’t really say hi to you, did I?”

She smiled. “No, you didn’t.”

“Well… Hi.” He was caught in her eyes and totally forgot whatever clever and smooth words were supposed to come out.

Her smile widened. “Hi, Namjoon.”

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chapter four - he’s going to break your heart

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“yn, is this about chapel hill?” your mother corners you in the kitchen, watching you across the counter.

you sigh and place the lemonade pitcher back onto the counter next to two glasses.

“no, this has nothing to do with college.” you shake your head, cross your arms over your chest.

“then what? people at the club have started to ask about him and you. why are you doing this?”

“seriously? im dating him because i like him. he’s nice and fun and makes me really happy.” you lie through your teeth.

you weren’t sure why you were lying like this. you could have just told her you were doing it to get back at her.

“he’s going to ruin everything you worked for. look at the way he was raised, yn. he are not our kind of people. i should have never let you spend that year abroad, it completely changed you.” your mom sighed.

“he’s not going to ruin anything, stop talking about him like that.” your voice raised, eyes catching the blond sun tanning in your backyard.

he laid there by the pool, hands behind his head. looking peaceful, not one clue your mother was talking about him like that.

“he’s going to break your heart, bunny.” she pointed a finger at you, perfectly manicured and tanned.

your stomach dropped, the urge to scream tingling in your fingers.

instead, you shoved the pitcher back into the fridge, grabbing the drinks, glaring and weaving around your mom.

you sort of wanted to believe her. not about him breaking your heart exactly, more so the fact that this would end badly. like this was going to change you.

you placed the drink on the table next to jj, his head perking up at the noise.

“you good?” he asked, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head, squinting up at you.

you sat on the lounge chair next to him, nodding your head. “of course, why?”

“you look stressed, you’ve got a crazy wrinkle in the middle of your forehead.” jj reached out and ran his finger across the line.

you laughed, swatting him away. he watched as your laughter died down, clearing your throat.

“i’m completely fine.” you smile, then nod.

“wanna ask janey to go to the boneyard tonight?” jj’s eyebrows raised, smirking.

“the boneyard? isn’t it really dangerous there?” you ask, laying back.

“forgot you’re so sheltered. you’ll be fine, bunny.” his sunglasses were back on his face, he sat up and stood off the chair.

your eyes shifted to him, watching him gather his things.

“i’ll bring her, yea.” you nodded.

he looked down at you, grabbing the phone from his pocket and pointing it towards you.

he took a few photos, focusing on getting a picture from good angle.

once he was finished, you watched as he smiled, as the dimples carved into his cheeks. “cute. i’ll see you tonight.”

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[mari-lair]

It's your au, having fun is always the most important part of it! And while I don't agree with a lot of things, for the role Akane has in the au, it does works + writing newspaper about an exorcist sounds fun, it would give Akane a lot to chew on and opportunites to bond with who he is with

Now, you asked my personal opinion of his role as Mitsuba, so I'll be honest: I don't see him fitting Mitsuba's arc in a way that doesn't completely destroy his characterization.

"Rude kid who can't empathize with people and wish for a friend that won't leave him for being too harsh" is the opposite of Akane's character.

Strap in, I rambled a lot here.

Akane is one of the most popular guys in school (which i have proof of if you don't believe me, check it here) and he is loved by many people that he is openly rude to.

Think of Lemon: They are friend, neither of them is trying to please the other. When they hang out is cause they want to. Is why he was even is in the after school kukuri-san chapter.

Akane doesn't try to be nice to Lemon, we see him beat Lemon up a lot, their very introduction in the manga is Akane yelling/knocking Lemon down from his lackluster performance.

Which means when Akane is kind to Lemon he isn't trying to paint himself in a good light, he is genuinely empatizing and trying to help. I find it sweet how he used his power as a class representative to help Lemon not get in trouble with school work that he had forgotten to do.

The panel above is part of his oficial introduction in the manga. Nene is the one that says Akane is "kind and friendly to everyone, no exception"

And we know how rude Akane is to her.

So why would she call him 'friendly and kind?'.

Well, because he is. You'll never see someone call him sweet, he is not like Nene or Kou, which is usually the kind of bubbly image people get when they hear that someone is 'friendly', but he is approachable and he does care about people a lot.

Let's go back to the scene above where he is being a judgemental little shit to Nene. Akane is in the middle of work when Nene greets him, cause he have a tool box in his hand + he have been helping everyone the entire night so is fair to assume he is still doing one of the many tasks people need him for.

Despite how draining the night have been Akane was going to put his duty on hold (which would make him more overworked later) to see what Nene needed from him.

He doesn't even say "This better be important!", he just goes along: If she seeked him why would he turn her away?

This isn't even the first time Akane helps Nene. He was the one that suggested Nene to take Kou to the festival after hell of mirrors got Kou depressed.

Akane have been friendly since he was a small child.

Did you ever wonder why out of everyone Akane was Aoi's only friend during her childhood?

It's not because he was his neighbor and that's convinient. It's because he was the only kid nice enough to react when people were mean to Aoi, the only one who befriended the 'cold and untouchable girl.'

Aoi was his friend before his crush, they always seem to be having fun on their flashbacks, and it's clear Akane wasn't forcing himself to be nice to her when they met (look at the judgemental look he send Aoi on the art where he takes her out of the rai + We know Akane could be mean/careless enough to make Aoi cry)

The effortless way people flock to him is constantly used to contrast Aoi's isolation.

This boy was never Alone, his fatigue is because he is always surrounded, always the first option, always sought after. Always complaining but trying to help.

Add in his work with the clock keepers and god damn of course he is always in a bad mood i would too, give this bitch a break.

Even at sleeptime people are comfortable enough to call him to come help (Kou isn't even from his class, this is not Akane taking his class representative duties seriously, he is just going 'Fine, I'll help')

What he suck at isn't empathizing, is being sweet or tactful.

Let's take when Nene break down as an exemple: Akane is visibly distressed by her tears, he asks what's wrong and looks for something to say, sweating in silence, and cracking his head but not finding anything good to tell her.

He isn't close to Nene, and despite it not being Nene's fault, a part of him must be comflicted about Aoi's death being for her survival, so he can't just hug her, he also isn't an optimistic or a fan of lies so he won't go 'is okay we'll be fine!' after being just as depressed about Aoi's death as Nene. He is too prideful and honest to give someone a fake smile and empty words just because it is 'the right thing to do'.

He does try to help her keep her head up by saying "Let's team up" which you may scoff at, after all, it isn't something that happened, Akane stay with Teru and Nene with Kou during the rescue arc, but it is implied that this was an invitation he was willing to go through with.

If Nene didn't have Kou and his optimism available (which is something Nene greatly preffers over Akane's harsh and realistic approach to 'comfort', something I go into more detail here.) and stuck by his side, needing the support of her 'miserable about their situation' buddy , Akane wouldn't have abandoned Nene.

Same tough approach for Teru: When Teru vents, Akane never goes 'ooh poor you,' or 'you did your best' he get annoyed that his upperclassman is whining when they should be focusing on Aoi's rescue. But he still respect his woes enough to sit down and listens.

Anyways, the point is: His arc is not related to isolation, regrets, or learning to socialize. It's about arrogance.

Akane is the guy people have been relying on for ages, so he grew up used to doing things himself and being rewarded love and respect for his resilience, for being able to help with anything.

His fatal flaw is that when he make a judgement he assume he is right and stick to it forever. When possible, he tries to do things by himself, not because he doesn't have anyone he can ask for help but because he believes that he is capable. That he can do it alone.

His judgement/arrogance problem isolates him from his loved ones too.

Think of Aoi, his darling who he would do anything to make her happy.

He knew she hid her emotions behind a mask, pretending nothing bothers her, and he also knew she likes when he gives her attention, so he assumed that "Aoi play it cool but she likes when I give her big gestures of love"

Which at the time was true.

HOWEVER, he kept this belief unchanged even when they started to drift apart, assuming that confessions made her happy so if she is down is because he isn't showing her enough love, he should do it more.

"I'm the one that can solve this. I am the problem if she isn't happy" -> that's self centered and arrogant.

Not once did he question why he never got more than two points, even when Aoi said she wants to die he assumed showing her more love would be the answer.

Look at this clown, he really though reassuring her that he still loves her after she stabbed him is what he needed to do instead of asking her why what he have been doing doesn't make her feel loved anyone.

It took Aoi explaining explicitly what the problem was for Akane to understand he was wrong and his actions worsened the problem.

And since he prioritizes her comfort over his pride, he did rechange his behavior, but it is still an issue that it took him so long to notice the problem! I swear if Aoi never sat down and explained everything, Akane would still be showing his concern like this, fully believing he is doing 'what Aoi loves'

instead of doing this:

Akane still need to work on his pride but he is doing much better. This ramble is getting long enough as it is though, so i'll stop it here.