#and it's one of the things i love about this family also

[harrysfolklore]

kiss a musician, part two

summary: harry styles' life dating the youngest leclerc sibling. READ PART ONE

folkie radio: HERE IT IS !! it's shot but sweet and i hope you guys like it (normally i suck at doing par twos but i know you guys wanted it! let me know your thoughts)

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yn.leclerc some bits and pieces before we head back to the circus 🏁🤍 all my favorite people right here

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username1 IT GIRL FOREVERRRR

username2 HARRY AND CHARLES IN THE SAME ROOM WITHOUT CHAOS? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

username3 the leclerc siblings could run me over and i'd say thanks

lando all your favorite people??? what about me babe??

└ username1 LANDO ARE YOU STILL NOT GIVING UP??

└ yn.leclerc you never visit anymore 🤷‍♀️

username4 most attractive family in the paddock no debate

username5 charles finally accepting harry as his future brother in law we love to see it

username6 remember when charles wouldn't even let harry near yn? now look at them 😭

username7 LEO AND ALEX LOOK SO CUUUTE

harrystyles Can't wait to see my favorite family again x

└ yn.leclerc hurry back, arthur won't stop playing your songs 😭

└ username1 OMG WAIT HARRY IS PROBABLY GOING TO THE OPENIG RACE

arthur_leclerc sis delete this i look so baddd. also @harrystyles when are we doing karaoke night again??

└ yn.leclerc no❤️ you look adorable baby bro

└ charles_leclerc Stop fanboying over our sister's boyfriend 🙄

username7 HARRY AT MELBOURNE GP CONFIRMED THIS IS NOT A DRILL

username8 the way charles went from "stay away from my sister" to "fine you can date her" to "come to family dinner" 😌

username9 arthur being harry's biggest fan while charles was trying to chase him away is still the funniest thing

alexandrasaintmleux Love you so much my angel 🤍

kikagomes Prettiest ever ! Love to see you so happy

username10 HARRYYN STYLECLERC FOR LIFE username11 manifesting harry in ferrari merch at every race this season

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gossiphub🚨 SPOTTED IN MELBOURNE: Harry Styles has landed for the Australian GP! 🇦🇺

YN Leclerc spotted moments later in what appears to be Harry's cream knit sweater. We love a supportive F1 boyfriend!

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username1 F1 AND HARRY GIRLIES RISEEEE

username2 arthur being harry's biggest fan will never not be funny

username3 THEY'RE WEARING EACH OTHER'S CLOTHES AGAIN

username4 the way harry went from not knowing what DRS was to explaining racing lines... character development

username5 petition for harry to be charles' strategy engineer bc he can't do worse than ferrari's current team

username6 charles pretending he doesn't approve while secretly being proud his sister's bf actually learns about the sport >>

username7 this is still crazy to me like wdym harry is dating charles leclerc's sister and he attends grand prix now

username8 harry styles in his ferrari era is everything we needed

username9 manifesting harry in the ferrari garage for every race this season

username10 THIS IS THE CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR

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arthur_leclerc still can't believe my sister is dating THE harry styles but at least i get free merch and backstage passes 😌🎸 also thank you @/harrystyles for the guitar lessons, charles is going crazy hearing me practice watermelon sugar at 3am

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username1 ARTHUR THE ULTIMATE FANBOY

username2 charles is going to yell over this

charles_leclerc 1. he's not your brother in law 2. stop enabling him @/yn.leclerc 3. i WILL move your practice to 6am 4. that better not be my guitar

└ yn.leclerc not your guitar, harry got him his own 😌

└ charles_leclerc That's even worse???

└ username1 CHARLES IS SUCH A CRY BABY

username3 arthur: the superior harrie and the superior leclerc

harrystyles Next lesson we're learning As Tt Was

└ charles_leclerc NO.

lorenzotl Maman showed this to the entire family group chat by the way

└ yn.leclerc grandma already called to ask if harry's coming to sunday dinner 💀

username4 ARTHUR IS LIVING EVERY HARRY STAN'S DREAM

username5 charles malfunction in 3..2..1..

lando remember when i used to be your favorite ??? remember when your sister used to be my babe?

└ yn.leclerc LANDO STOP

└ username1 this will never not be funny

username6 charles trying to be threatening while everyone enables arthur is sending me

username7 imagine having harry styles as your guitar teacher i'm-

username8 arthur collecting all the perks of this relationship 😭

username9 the way charles is the only one still pretending to be mad

username10 charles fighting for his life in these comments

username11 grandma leclerc inviting harry to sunday dinner is everything

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yn.leclerc my champion 🥉 so proud of you @/charles_leclerc! P3 feels like a win after everything (also i just got harry's live reaction from the studio - he really screamed so loud he scared his entire band 😭)

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username1 OMFG THIS IS EVERYTHING

username2 HARRY YOU RACING FAN

harrystyles The band says they've never heard me hit those high notes before🤣 So proud of you @/charles_leclerc!!

└ charles_leclerc Thanks mate but please never attempt an italian accent again

└ yn.leclerc let him live 😭

arthur_leclerc harry's reaction was louder than mine and I was AT the track

└ lorenzotl the ferrari admin already asked for harry's reaction video for their socials btw

└ harrystyles Please no.

username3 harry styles is officially chares' biggest cheerleader

username4 SOMEBODY LEAK THAT VIDEO RIGHT NOW

username5 OKAY BUT HARRY AT THE STUDIO CONFIRMED

username6 this is still the best crossover ever

lando i was literally right there celebrating tho???

└ yn.leclerc please get some help

└ username2 LANDO IS TOO FUNNY

username7 HARRY BEING EXCITED FOR A CHARLES PODIUM WHILE HE PRETENDS TO BE ANNOYED PLEASEEE

username8 yn leclerc really has the coolest life ever

alexandrasaintmleux super proud 🥺🥺🥺

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gossiphub🚨 EXCLUSIVE: Harry Styles spotted house hunting in Monaco! Multiple sources confirm he's purchased a luxury apartment in the same building as the Leclerc family 👀

Sources say the property includes a music room (soundproofed after Charles specifically requested it 😂) and direct views of the Monaco GP track. Moving trucks with UK plates seen unloading musical equipment this morning.

Seems like someone's planning to make their F1 girlfriend visits more permanent... ?

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username1 HE BOUGHT A PLACE IN THE SAME BUILDING AS THE LECLERCS THIS IS NOT A DRILL

username2 the way charles made sure the music room was soundproofed i'm crying 😭

username3 HARRY STYLES: MONACO RESIDENT ERA

username4 not him casually buying a place next to f1's most iconic family

username5 THE FACT THAT HE CAN WATCH THE RACE FROM HIS BALCONY???

username6 harry going from "what's drs" to buying a place with track view, character development

username7 remember when charles wouldn't even let him in their building now they're neighbors 😭

username8 arthur probably already has the door code memorized

username9 YN AND HARRY LIVING IN THE SAME BUILDING THIS IS GETTING SERIOUS

username10 harry styles becoming a monaco tax resident was not on my 2025 bingo card

username11 imagine casually seeing harry styles in your building elevator

username12 THE RING IS COMING I CAN FEEL IT

username13 he's been seen furniture shopping with Lorenzo too 👀

username14 from "stay away from my sister" to "let me help you pick an apartment" - charles leclerc character development

username15 moving to monaco is definitely not just a casual dating move 👀

username16 the way yn can now just take the elevator to see her boyfriend >>

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yn.leclerc HOME RACE BABY !! 2atching you get that podium from our balcony was everything @/charles_leclerc! H's first monaco gp experience was definitely unforgettable P2 BABY!!🥈

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username1 I LOVE THIS SO BADDDD

username2 this couple saved 2025

harrystyles No one told me about the champagne situation. My hair was NOT prepared

└ charles_leclerc Now you know how it feels 😌

└ yn.leclerc boys please 🙄

arthur_leclerc harry's commentary was better than the official broadcast tbh

└ lorenzotl "IS THAT THE SWIMMING POOL SECTION??" - @/harrystyles every 5 minutes

└ username1 THIS IS EVERYTHING

alexandrasaintmleux Best day of the year!!

username3 HARRY STYLES FULLY EMBRACING THE F1 LIFE WE LOVE TO SEE IT

username4 the way he went from confused about tracks to naming every corner >>

username5 HARRY GETTING THE FULL PODIUM EXPERIENCE INCLUDING CHAMPAGNE SHOWER

username6 not harry learning the track layout to impress charles 😭 username7 "my hair was not prepared" sir you dated an f1 driver's sister what did you expect

lando UMM I LITERALLY WON?? BABE WHATS GOING ON

└ username1 LANDO JUST STOP PLS

└ harrystyles Sorry mate, she's my girl now

└ username2 HEEEELP

└ yn.leclerc LANDO GET OUT OF HERE

lewishamilton Great to see you and Harry 🙌

└ username1 OMFG THE GOAT AND HARRY MET

└ username2 YELLING OVER THIS

username8 harry's first monaco gp experience being a charles podium >>>>>

username9 charles jealous brother act is up

username10 someone check on harry's vocal cords after that last lap screaming

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harrystyles Monaco Grand Prix, 2025. 🏎️ Proud of you @/charles_leclerc. Thanks for teaching me which way the cars go @/yn.leclerc ❤️

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username1 IS THIS REAL??

username2 i think i just died

yn.leclerc you finally remembered your instagram password 😭

└ harrystyles Took me long enough ❤️

gemmastyles THIS is what makes you post after 2 years?

└ harrystyles Had to document my first proper f1 experience

└ username1 HE'S EVEN REPLYING TO COMMENTS OMFG

username3 HARRY STYLES BREAKING HIS INSTAGRAM HIATUS FOR F1 THIS IS NOT A DRILL

username4 THE WAY HE CAME BACK TO INSTA JUST TO POST ABOUT MONACO GP

username5 yn really got this man into f1 so much he broke his social media silence

username6 TWO YEARS OF NO POSTS AND HE COMES BACK WITH LECLERC FAMILY CONTENT

username7 HARRY STYLES F1 ERA IS OFFICIALLY INSTAGRAM OFFICIAL

username8 the fact that charles made him post after 2 years of silence is sending me

username9 this couple is everything 🥺🥺🥺

username10 historians will study this post

username11 HE TAGGED YN IN HIS FIRST POST IN 2 YEARS THIS IS SO SERIOUS

username12 breaking a two year instagram silence to post about ur f1 family >>

lando IM STILL HER FAVORITE

└ username1 LANDO NEEDS TO BE STOPPED

└ harrystyles Mate... we've talked about this..

└ yn.leclerc LANDO PLEASE

username13 this post single handedly crashed instagram

username14 HARRY STYLES X FORMULA 1 CROSSOVER FINALLY INSTAGRAM OFFICIAL

username15 everyone shut up he's so in love

charles_leclerc Welcome to the family ❤️

└ username1 CHARLES APPROVAL FINALLY OMG

└ username2 THIS IS MAJOR

└ alexandrasaintmleux Look how far you've come

└ pierregasly Mate are you feeling alright?

└ username3 DID CHARLES GET HACKED ?

└ yn.leclerc QUICK SOMEBODY FRAME THIS

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f1updates Charles Leclerc on his sister dating Harry Styles:

"At first I was like 'absolutely not'. But then... he actually took time to learn about F1, he shows up to races, he supports the team. He makes my sister happy and that's what matters. And yes, Arthur is obsessed with him, but we're dealing with that."

When asked if Harry will be at more races this season: "Well, he moved to Monaco so... I guess you'll see him around. Just don't tell him I said nice things about him."

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username1 CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YOUR HONOR

username2 not charles actually admitting he likes harry now 😭

username3 "absolutely not" to "he moved to monaco" we love to see it

username4 charles trying not to smile while talking about harry >>

username5 "don't tell him i said nice things" TOO LATE

username6 the way charles went from protective brother to soft brother

username7 HARRY LIVING IN MONACO CONFIRMED BY CHARLES THIS IS NOT A DRILL

username8 charles leclerc character development: harry styles edition

username9 "arthur is obsessed with him but we're dealing with that" HELP

username10 from "stay away from my sister" to "he makes her happy" 🥺

username11 the way charles can't even pretend to hate him anymore

username12 charles finally admitting harry is good for yn >>

username13 SOMEONE SHOW THIS TO HARRY IMMEDIATELY

username14 "he actually took time to learn about F1" proud brother in law energy

username15 charles really said fine you can date my sister AND live in monaco

username16 charles softening up about harry is everything

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yn.leclerc wedding week moodboard 🤍 can't believe my big brother is getting married! from teaching me how to drive to walking down the aisle... time flies 🥺

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username1 OMFG LECLERC WEDDING IS HAPPENING

username2 WEDDING HARRY CONTENT COMING

harrystyles Can't wait to see you in that blue dress x

└ yn.leclerc you're not supposed to know the color 😭

└ harrystyles Arthur showed me the sketches 👀

└ username1 I'VE DIED AGAIN

lorenzotl Thank you for being the best wedding planner sis ❤️

└ arthur_leclerc She just made pinterest boards...

└ yn.leclerc shut up arthur you're like twelve

└ username3 I LOVE THEM SM

charles_leclerc As long as arthur doesn't do another speech...

└ arthur_leclerc too late i already wrote it AND harry helped me with it

└ charles_leclerc This is my nightmare

alexandrasaintmleux can't wait to see all the leclerc siblings cry tomorrow

username4 HARRY IN A SUIT AT A LECLERC WEDDING THIS IS NOT A DRILL

username5 harry and yn slow dancing at a wedding? manifestesting ✨

username6 the way we're getting the whole leclerc family + harry in formal wear >>

username7 HARRY AND ARTHUR PREPARING A SPEECH TOGETHER HELP

username8 manifesting harry performing for lorenzo and charlotte

username9 harry in monaco + wedding + yn in blue = PERFECT

username10 harry styles attending an f1 driver's brother's wedding what is this timeline

username11 HARRY ALREADY KNOWS THE DRESS COLOR they're so serious 😭

username12 wedding harry era incoming and we're here for it

username13 the way this is about lorenzo but we're all here for harry and yn

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celebritygossip SPOTTED: Harry Styles and YN Leclerc arriving at Lorenzo Leclerc's wedding in Monaco!

Harry in a custom Gucci suit (matching the wedding's blue accent color 👀) while YN stuns in a powder blue bridesmaid dress. The couple arrived hand in hand.

Swipe for more angles of possibly the most attractive wedding guest couple we've ever seen...

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username1 THE MATCHING BLUE DETAILS I'M CRYING

username2 HARRY STYLES WEDDING PERFORMANCE CONFIRMED???

username3 they look like they're at their own wedding i can't 😭

username4 yn fixing his tie while he looks at her like that... i'm not okay

username5 charles in the back looking done with everything sends me

username6 THE WAY THEY COLOR COORDINATED

username7 yn and harry serving main character energy at someone else's wedding

username8 the way harry matched his suit to the wedding colors... he's so real

username9 she's literally glowing i can't handle this

username10 most attractive wedding guests award goes to...

username11 monaco's wedding of the year and harry styles brought a guitar, we're being fed

username12 gucci probably already planning their wedding outfits tbh

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yn.leclerc my big brother got married 🤍 @/lorenzotl and charlotte, thank you for the most perfect day. from practicing parallel parking together to watching you say "I do", you've always been the best big brother a girl could ask for.

and @/harrystyles... making everyone cry by performing "sweet creature" for their first dance was not necessary (but thank you for making this day even more magical) 🥺

ps: yes we did go back for @/arthur_leclerc eventually

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username1 IM SOBBING

username2 I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE

harrystyles Anything for family ❤️

└ yn.leclerc stop i'm crying again

lorenzotl Best sister and brother in law we could ask for ❤️

└ charles_leclerc Since when is he our brother in law???

└ arthur_leclerc since he bought me mcdonalds obviously

username3 HARRY'S ONLY PERFORMANCES IN TWO YEARS: YN'S BIRTHDAY AND LORENZO'S WEDDING 😭

username4 the way he only performs for leclerc family events now >>

username5 harry styles becoming a family wedding singer was not on our 2025 bingo card

username6 SWEET CREATURE FOR THE FIRST DANCE I'M SOBBING

username7 charles pretending he wasn't emotional during harry's performance >>

username8 harry really said no more concerts only leclerc family events

username9 THE WAY HE ONLY SINGS FOR THE LECLERCS NOW

username10 harry styles 🤝 making the entire leclerc family cry

username11 THE FACT THAT HE CHOSE SWEET CREATURE 🥺

username12 from "stay away from my sister" to crying at harry's wedding performance

alexandrasaintmleux Got video evidence of Charles crying during Harry's performance

└ charles_leclerc DELETE THAT

└ username1 HEEELP

username13 imagine having harry styles perform at your wedding for free

[cheriladycl01]

Hey! Could you write a fic where female reader is an older driver (maybe debuted around the same time as Seb) and just little scenarios of her being a mother figure towards the drivers. Maybe mix of SMAU and written story (if you do that) xxx 😊 big thx

MUM! - Grid x OlderDriver! Reader

Plot: Everyone needs their grid mum, and that’s everyone!

F1 was you’re life.

Not in a oh I love watching the races every week and going to one race a year. No, you were convinced there was fuel in your veins.

You drove for about 16 years in F1 being the first female driver to win a race. You debuted at the same time as Sebastian Vettel, you guys were bestfriends and didn't let racing affect that friendship. And that's all it ever remained. Every bone in your body loved Seb, he was quite literally your platonic soulmate. When you first met, your now husband, he'd become fast friends with Seb and never questioned your friendship with him and never tried to involve himself too much to the point it felt forced and thats why you knew he was the one.

When you left F1, you left the same year that Seb did, it felt right leaving the same year he did and you discussed it with him. For you it was because you wanted to focus on family. You were 17 when you first got into F1 and now 33 years old and you wanted to settle down with your husband and expand the family. Which apparently wasn't as much as a struggle as you thought it would be as you'd gotten pregnant 5 months after retirement. Giving birth in 2023 and now being pregnant again in 2025.

But F1 and half the drivers you grew up with didn't want you to leave the sport. So when Sky Sports reached out you knew you had to go.

But with the growing amount of Rookies you seem to have adopted children as well as having had them as well.

Sebastian Vettel

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y/user: 25 years of friendship! Happy Birthday to the Grid Dad from the Grid Mum! 🫶🏼

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sebastianvettel: woah, I wish I looked this cool now! Look at that haircut 🫨

-> y/user: a diva once, a diva always

fan1: OMG MOTHER AND FATHER!!

You and your husband always made sure to vist Seb for his birthday, it was like an annual gathering that was held where you both were able to have a massive catch up without being near anything to do with racing.

"Happy birthday!" you crashed him handing him his huge bag of gifts before you went to his wife who you'd become very close to and hugging her handing over a cheeky bottle of wine for the both of you to share.

Your husband stood with Seb while you and Hanna went into the kitchen to unpack the food that you'd got for Seb's birthday dinner.

"Thank you for coming" Seb smiles pulling you into a hug, sighing against you.

"I havent missed one in 25 years, even when i had Tonsillitis i still got here. Wasn't much fun for you guys, but you all had a great time" you grin at the memory making him laugh. He could still see you, wrapped up in a bundle of blankets on his sofa with a box of tissues and a honey and lemon tea.

"Mmmmm good times" he laughs, pulling out of the hug and helping you and Hanna dish up.

"What are you doing?" Hanna cries seeing him doing work.

"Huh?" he asks confused.

"It's your birthday, go sit! Keep out other guests entertained and enjoy yourself!" Hanna exclaims, forcing him out the kitchen where he went to sit with your husband.

Your husband and Seb actually did lots of what you and Hanna called 'guy things' together. They'd go on fishing trips while you and Hanna would go to Italy or Spain and soak up the sun. Or they'd play games while you and Hanna went shopping.

Your husband also found joy in travelling with you and your kids adored seeing their Uncle Seb who despite it being his birthday always had to have something for his favrioute kids.

However, another child always seemed to lurk their way into these parties, that being yours and Seb's first adopted child, Lance Stroll.

You and Seb had been officially made mum and dad of the grid. It started off with Lance being taken under his wing and you just sort of joined in with that.

Lance Stroll

Lance was one of your favrioute people, you could sit with him in a comfortable silence and didn't feel like you needed it to be forced. He was also incredibly funny when he wanted to be.

One time, you'd been talking to him off of camera and he's accidentally called you mom. You'd bursted out laughing before querying him wondering if he really did see you as a mother figure.

"Yeah and what?" he asked and you stopped shocked.

After that it was just sort of known that you and Seb had taken on the roll of parents to all the little drivers across the grid.

You would always make sure to make time for Lance as he always would make the time for you. You werent keen on his dad, as he always gave you strange stare that made you feel like he hated you, no matter how many times Lance told you to 'just ignore it'.

"Lance, that overtake today was incredible!" You praise and he nods in thanks.

“Im glad I managed to get us in the points after Fernando’s crash” he offers and you nod. He’d got himself P6 which was a good score considering how the rest of the season had been going.

“Mmmm you’re leading the Aston Team now” you exclaim happy at the fact.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re always there for me” he says making eye contact with you.

“Can’t get rid of me Lance, I’m your mother” you tease and he laughs looking down.

Charles Leclerc

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y/user: Interviewed my first son today. He asked for a hug :) always such a pleasure interviewing him and getting time to talk. Oh and then theres Lewis ...

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charles_leclerc: Ahhh thank you, ma mère adoptive! You should come see Leo your Grandson!

-> y/user: I have a grandson?! I'm so old!

fan1: argh she's so cute with everyone! We all knew she's be such a good mother (real mother)

-> y/user: I'll have you know I've been a real mother since 2018 when Charles joined the grid.

-> fan1: omg she replies!!!!!

lewishamilton: i'm not ignoring her i swear...

Charles and you first met in 2017. He was very nervous when he came up to you, asking you how you felt you're race had went. You later found out he had a whole script to say to you after your race that you'd started from pole. Little did he know that Lewis was going to turn into you on lap 3 and crash you out for the rest of the race.

"Well, i didn't finish so not great kid" you chuckle at his nervous expression where he'd finally realised what he'd said.

“I erm, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that” he blurts out and you can only laugh at him.

“I know I know. I’m just teasing you” you say placing a light hand in his shoulder trying to ease his nerves.

“You know you’ll be racing with us soon” you grin at him knowing he’s signed for Seb’s old team.

“Yes, I’m excited … and nervous. You’re all so great” he compliments looking down and you sigh.

“I bet you’re gonna be big. Like world champion big. I can see it now. Charles Leclerc WORLD CHAMPION” you say raising your hands in a jazzy manner.

“That should be you. You should have hand a championship but it’s HIS fault” he directs looking at the screen following Lewis in your P1.

“How are you so calm and not angry at him?” He presses and you just laugh.

“I used to get very angry when I first started and I was young. But you learn that you being upset gets you nowhere. I learn from my mistakes, I don’t let them have a hold over me” you explain to him. Knowing that you were a much calmer and level headed driver than you used to be.

“Do you think I’ll ever be as good as him?” He asks tone softer than it was before.

“I think anyone can be as good as him, given the circumstances. I’ve know Lewis for years and he’s where he is now because of how committed he is. He works and trains harder than anyone I know. He’s got an incredible team behind him and a car to match, when all of that falls into play you’ve got yourself a winner. He’s one of the greats and will be remembered by everyone” you offer and Charles nods, now seeing the current leader of the championship in a new light. He’d always looked up to him, but now he just seems like a hard worker and Charles wanted to be that.

Lewis Hamilton

Lewis by far was not one of your grid kids, being a similar age to you and having started your careers in the same year you’d know him for an incredibly long time.

Which means you knew his tendency to be a little … childish. And by a little you mean a lot.

Too put it bluntly Lewis is a massive brat.

He doesn’t act angry when races don’t go his way, he’ll pout and be all salty looking like a puppy whose just had his biscuits taken away from him.

He’d been know to throw caps at his teammates when they said something bad about him and would often try play the victim card. You’d know him for so long that you knew the games he played like the back of your hand.

“Lewis!” You chide the man whose currently slumped over on the drivers room. You were both on the podium. Max having taken the win.

“What! He’s taken my win from me!” He points at the empty seat where Max should be.

“That’s racing! You’ll get him next week, this week things didn’t go your way and that’s okay. So stop sulking and put that gorgeous smile on your face” You command sick of him moping when he’s still up on the podium. He looks up to see your famous mum look, and nods on instinct feeling like it’s his mum scolding him when he was a child.

“You’re scarily good at that look Yano? Ever think of having your own?” He asks and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, but I gotta retire first” you smile and he nods.

“We’ll get out of here then, less competition for me” he grins and you shake your head laughing.

That’s the Lewis you knew.

Jamie Chadwick and Bernie Collins

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Jamie and Bernie were a recent development in the F1 World. You couldn’t be more pleased that women were taking more of an interest in the sport than they historically had.

Not only as viewers but working there. You now saw so many female engineers and mechanics. And it made you so happy that women were comfy within the sport.

When Bernie came onto the scene you immedielty took the younger lady under your wing, almost becoming a mentor. But the mum side would slip out at times when people managed to pick up on it.

"Bernie did you put cream on? It awfully sunny and they haven't given you an umbrella!" you exclaimed one day, going into your back and taking out the aerosol can of sunscreen you'd brought with you incase anyone was in need.

"No i was a little rushed this morning leaving! I didn't realise how early they wanted us at the track" she sighed and you offer her the can showing her you can spray it in her cheeks. She closed her eyes letting you spray it on before you wipe it in.

"Don't wanna get greasy hands before you hold your mic hun" you smile at her as she opens her eyes thank you for the coverage.

It was very similar to Jamie, who was much younger but also whenever the girl came to the f1 track would find her way to you.

But the moment you really saw it was when you went to her Indy Car race. Her parents werent able to attend and you had the weekend free so of course you and you're husband came down for the show.

And you couldnt be prouder of her. You were one of the first people there to congratulate her on her amazing race, pulling her into a huge sweaty hug.

"I'm so proud of you darling! You did so well!" you smile kissing the side of her head pulling her in for a second hug.

"Thanks mum" she chuckles with a shake of her head before heading off with her team.

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georgerussell63: yeah you're welcome. Might need you to come to parents evening soon. Professor Wolff isn't happy with me or Kimi!

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George was one you always watched out for. Being a British driver you felt like you had to mentor him. Which is exactly what you did. The minute he came into Williams despite his awful first year, you knew he was something worth your time and knowledge. So you helped him out, gave him small pointers on the track and he got his first points in F1. The car got better as the year went on and he was driving with more ambition.

George had a special place in his heart for you after all you'd helped him do in his career. He was one of the saddest when you annouced your retiremeant. You had to actually to take him out to dinner and explain to him privately that you were leaving even before it got out in the media.

"So what's this treat of a meal for? Not my birthday!" he says digging into the Carbonara that was in front of him.

"Well, next years going to be a little different in the races!" you start to explain not picking up your own knife and fork, wanting to concentrate on getting everything out in the open.

"What, OMG are you changing teams?" he asks in shock.

"No, i'm retiring" you say and he chokes on the pasta making you look up in shock. He also looked shocked too.

"W-what? No you cant be!" he says looking at you. You were his favrioute person on the grid. He always came to you whenever he had a bad race or an issue with Max, which you always treated as if they were siblings in an argument.

"I'm sorry, but it's my time and i want to be with my husband and ... i wanna start a family" you smile softly looking at him.

"Were you're family. Here racing!" he demands a sour upset sort of look on his face.

"George ... i love you all. But i need to do this. For me, okay. I'll still come and visit. Think i've got a free paddock pass for life ..." you joke.

"But ..." he starts but you just smile.

"Come on, lets not spoil a good meal" you say, tapping his hand.

"You better come visit" he mutters looking up at you with a smile.

"Does that mean i'll get to be a cool Uncle?" he grins and you laugh with a nod.

"Oh absolutely"

Kimi Antonelli

Kimi Antonelli wasn't who you expected for Mercedes to replace a 7 time world champion. However, he was for sure the right choice. You saw him as this timid young teenager who was still going through school.

When he'd started in 2025, you were at every race as a commentator or guest. You loved travelling and being with the calendar as it went through the year and being in their to see the wins and talk to your old friends.

But Kimi was interesting. 2025 had brought many rookies who were in a very different age bracket from you. Which meant of course they all flocked to you like sheep.

Kimi was a special case where you met his mum in his F1 debut when he crashed. His mum was incredibly worried and you consoled her as much as you could until Kimi came to meet the both of you.

After that moment she trusted you with her son. You would go with him from the hotel to the track and you'd sit in the Mercedes hospitality with him.

"I don't get this, what does it mean?" he asks you about a question on his English homework that he didn't really understand. This was a typical race weekend now, between practices and interviews you were hauled up with papers both of you having what you called mocktails. It was literally just fancy water with lemons and limes and an umbrella in it but you and Kimi always found it funny ordering them.

"Well, its asking you how the poem makes you feel... its about emotion in literature" you then translate it into Italian, and he nods a thoughtful face appearing across his features before. He writes his answer out in english before showing it to you and you smile.

"I recon if you werent half the driver you are, you'd be a poet!" you grin and he frowns lightly knocking your shoulder.

"No! Shush!" he cries before laughing with you.

"Good thing I'm a good driver then!" he jokes and smiles taking some water.

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flower for your thoughts?

rafe x florist!reader

Rafe didn’t know what possessed him to walk into the flower shop.

Maybe it was the ridiculous heat. Maybe it was the sign outside that said “Today’s Special: Sunflowers and Serotonin!” Or maybe it was you, standing behind the counter, tucking a daisy behind your ear like it belonged there in your pretty hair.

He stopped in the doorway and promptly forgot how to breathe.

You looked up with that soft, welcoming smile. “Hi there! Looking for something special?”

Rafe blinked. Then blinked again. “Uh…”

You tilted your head, waiting patiently.

“…Yeah,” he finally said, eyes darting wildly around the store. “I need… flowers.”

Your smile grew. “Well, you’re in luck. That is what we sell here.”

Rafe cleared his throat. “Right. Yeah. Obviously.”

You gently walked over, wiping your hands on your apron, completely unaware of the war Rafe was having internally over how pretty you looked surrounded by petals and sunlight. ��Do you have someone in mind? A girlfriend? Anniversary? Apology bouquet?”

“No! I mean—no, not… no girlfriend.” He paused. “I mean, not yet.” He immediately wanted to slam his head into a vase.

You laughed, the kind of laugh that sounded like the beginning of spring. “Alright then, mystery bouquet it is.”

Rafe nodded, gripping the edge of the counter like it was keeping him upright. “Cool. Cool, yeah. Just, uh… make it something that says ‘I like flowers, but also I’m, like, masculine?’”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t tease him. “I think I’ve got just the thing.”

Ten minutes later, he left with a wildly chaotic bouquet of wildflowers and eucalyptus, cheeks slightly pink, and your business card tucked in the pocket of his hoodie.

He swore he didn’t even like flowers. But now? Now he needed a reason to come back tomorrow.

Maybe he’d say his “non-girlfriend” really liked the bouquet.

Even if he never gave it to anyone but himself.

...

By the third week in a row, you’d stopped asking why Rafe was back.

But he still offered an excuse. Every time.

“These?” he said, glancing at the pastel bouquet you’d just wrapped for him, the one he picked out himself with surprising focus. “Uh… they’re for my aunt.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You said last week’s were for your aunt.”

“Right. Yeah. Different aunt. On the other side. Of… the country.”

You tried not to smile. “Must be a lot of birthdays in your family.”

Rafe nodded solemnly, like he was grieving the sheer number of imaginary relatives he had to account for. “Yeah. Big flower crowd. We’re, uh, really emotional people.”

The bell above the door chimed as he left, muttering something about 'floral therapy.'

You watched him go, messy hair, sweatshirt sleeves half-pushed up, carrying a bouquet like it was a precious artifact, and shook your head, heart a little warm.

You had no idea where the flowers were actually going. But you had a strong suspicion they were sitting on his kitchen table. Next to last week’s. And the week before that.

...

It started as a casual thing, just a silly game you played when business was slow and Rafe dropped by, pretending to browse.

You’d hold up a bloom and quiz him.

“Okay, what’s this one mean?”

He squinted at the delicate purple petals. “Uh… it’s giving... mild anxiety?”

You laughed. “Lavender. It means serenity.”

He rolled his eyes. “Same thing.”

The next time, you handed him a daffodil. “This one?”

“Sunshine? Or, like, happy?”

“Rebirth,” you grinned, “but I like your answer too.”

Over the weeks, he got better. Remembered a few. Asked questions. You didn’t think he was taking it seriously, until one rainy morning when you arrived to unlock the shop and nearly tripped over something on the front step.

A bouquet.

Messy, imperfect, and so very Rafe.

Red tulips. Honeysuckle. White lilac. A sprig of camellia.

Declarations of love. Bonds that can’t be broken. Youthful longing. Admiration.

Tied together with something makeshift: a gray hoodie drawstring knotted around the stems, fraying a little at the ends.

No card.

But you didn’t need one. Because when you looked up, Rafe was across the street, umbrella in hand, pretending to check his phone, failing to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

You ducked your head, cheeks warm, heart thudding.

You’d teach him the meaning of every flower in the world. But he just taught you what it meant to be seen.

[soulsforsales]

Jason Todd Head Canons

(This is reallllyyyy rough but it's here bcs I missed y'all and disappeared for days - was dragged to a summer family trip against my will. I also wrote most of this half asleep on the bus. Bear with me.)

(warning: suggestive nsfw in one of the hcs, nothing explicit)

Jason Todd never ever sleeps with his back facing you. Why? He thinks it's just rude. And he has the need to protect you even in his sleep because what if he sleeps with his back to you and you're not there when he wakes up? I mean, if he has a bullet wound in his side, he'll just sleep on his back so he can keep an eye on you. He reaches out for you - your waist, your hand, your thigh - every time he has a nightmare or if a bad memory is resurfacing. He won't say it out loud, but you ground him. ALSO, why would he sleep facing the wall when he can stare at you falling asleep? (Not creepy, I promise.)

Jason Todd smokes cigarettes to deal with emotional pain (he has cigarette burn scars on his forearm. He says they were bad accidents. You know better), and he smokes weed to deal with physical pain. However, he tries really, really hard to give up both when he realises you clearly don't appreciate it. Besides, he has you now, he'd much rather hold you through it than a cigarette or a blunt.

Jason Todd comes from patrol exhausted and weary to the bone, but he wants to spend time with you anyway. Especially, if either of you has been away for a long time. Usually, he would just cuddle with you until you both fall asleep or have you read to him with his head on your chest and your fingers carding through his hair. It's the safest place he has ever known. But when you do have sex after a long night of patrol, I just imagine him collapsing on top of you. Like, you're done with the aftermath, he's peppering your skin with soft kisses, one lands on your shoulder, then your neck before Jason buries his face against it and then just thud, he passes out on top of you with his full body weight, sleeping like a child and he looks too much at peace for you to wake him up even though your ribs are probably crushed now.

Jason Todd never needed to make himself small. His height, size, body, and presence help him intimidate criminals. But with you? That's not the matter. He's not trying to scare, or loom, or prove something. He's just loving you, and being loved by you. With you, Jason doesn't care. He kneels before you and presses his face against your stomach in worship. He leans down to kiss you every time, and to hear what you have to say. He bends down to help you tie your laces, pick stuff you drop, or just help with anything he can. He knows he'll get on his knees again and beg without a second thought if you ever leave him. There's no ego, no pride, no toxic masculinity in him. There's just Jason. And he's more of a human and less of a weapon with you, because of you.

Jason Todd is proud of you. Not just of your accomplishments, but of you, as a person. I mean, of course, he rambles about your achievements to literally anyone who will listen. But more than that, he's so, so proud to just call you his. He always introduces you with: "This is my girlfriend/wife/partner," with a kind of pride he never seems to have for himself. You can see it in his eyes, the way they shine with: "Do you see this amazing person? I get to call her mine. Do you have any idea how much that means to me?" And you see it. Of course, you do. You're just as proud to call him yours.

Jason Todd helps around the household in every way he can. Because, yes, he's Red Hood and goes on patrol, but he also sees how hard you work. He always notices how you wait for him late into the night, even when he knows you're exhausted and just want to sleep. It's better with his arms around you, is what you say at least. Anyway, Jason always does what he can, because he loves you and loving you means taking care of you and helping you even when you don't admit that you need it. He fixes things, cleans shelves, wipes down counters, cooks for you, does the dishes, and so on. Also, he has this thing where he believes that he has to prove to be useful to be loved, that's just how he feels after being abandoned so many times. But you appreciate his help more than he knows, even if it doesn't always come from a place of safety. You let him know he's enough anyway. Helping just means he cares.

Jason Todd does not have a lock on his phone (like, poor baby barely knows how to use it), he only has it to talk to you and reply to your texts. He has three burner phones for Red Hood business tho, with the same numbers saved in them (probably Roy, Dick, and Bruce). He's just the biggest green flag. Never does anything to make you insecure, constant touches, constant check-ins, random compliments, no wandering eyes, just you.

Jason Todd might act all rough and grumpy, but when he loves, he loves with his whole soul. He's yours. Entirely. And you're his.

[la-patrona-magdalena]

Synopsis:

You always wanted your family to look at you, even just once. At least with a bit of the affection they gave to the portraits of your mother. Too bad that when they finally did, you were looking at the pages of a comic that showed the cruel future.

Inspired by the manhwa: no place for the Fake Princess

Warnings: English is not my first language, so I used a translator. Yandere content, neglect, abandonment, angst (?), allusions to death, original character (not the reader), allusions to torture. I try to keep the gender neutral,but in part there are mostly feminine pronouns. If any warnings are missing here, please let me know.

Disclaimer: This fanfic is for personal reading only. The use of this text for AI model training, data mining, commercial purposes, or any automated reproduction is strictly prohibited without the explicit consent of the author. Translation or reposting to other platforms is also strictly prohibited without the author's permission

Thank you.

You can read the fanfic in its original language (Spanish) on my AO3

Big thanks to @seleneprince for being the English beta reader

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Chapter Three - Seeing into the void

Studying today was hard. At first, as your teacher began the class, you thought the best thing would be to study, sake advantage of the high‑level education being part of this family can offer you for now, but you were still too overwhelmed by last night and this morning. Halfway through, you thought about going to tell your da-… Bruce, if he could let you skip your classes today.

He probably would have agreed, even though you… even though Bruce doesn’t hug you, pay attention to you, or look at you, he never refused your requests—so long as they weren’t about giving you attention.

Which is equivalent to nothing, because you don’t even speak to him when you need something. Almost every time you needed anything, if not every single time, you went through Alfred.

Sometimes you wondered if Bruce even listened to what Alfred told him, or if he just agreed to get you out of his hair. One of these days you’ll ask for something ridiculous just to test your theory.

Though, with what you now know, his attitude toward you makes sense.

In the end, you decided not to say anything because, first, it would be very odd to suddenly skip classes; you already had Tim worried about you after last night, and you didn’t want to worsen his strange behavior. And second, you thought that once your last class ended, you’d feel more relieved.

But you didn’t.

Somehow—though you have no idea how—you made it through today’s lessons until you reached your knitting workshop.

You stared at the balls of yarn in front of you with no enthusiasm. Yarn is the only thing you know that truly belongs to you in this house; neither your family nor your place in this mansion are yours. You never should’ve been here in the first place.

Your room is empty because you wanted to save space for the gifts you hoped they’d give you…after all, you have like five siblings! You have five… five people who live so close to you… and the rest… and… You don't know how to refer to such a large family where you steal someone's place.

Part of you is relieved those spaces remain vacant, if they’d given you anything, you’d feel it didn’t belong to you.

Instead, there are only your basic things, plus decorations, cushions, and blankets you made yourself from yarn you knitted. Some were ugly, but you still loved them. And now, you love them even more, because they’re the only things truly yours in this empty mansion.

Despite that, you haven't started knitting, you haven't picked up the needles, you've already received instructions from your teacher, but you don't have the spirit to start anything.

—Sweetheart, is something wrong?— she asked, noticing your distant gaze. You felt a slight chill run through you when her voice pulled you from your trance. — No… It’s just me… — You didn’t know what to say. Mrs. Sophia had always been so kind to you, and you wanted to tell her everything. But you’d decided not to tell anyone… and now you didn’t know who to trust. What if she was only nice because of the money Mr. Bruce paid her? — We can end the class now, if you’d like. — Her tone was gentle. She approached, as if to place her hand on your shoulder, but stopped herself and lowered her arm. “Today’s work will be your homework, okay?”

Honestly, you have no energy to continue—even though this was your favorite workshop, the one you’d requested yourself. — I’d really appreciate that… — you managed your best smile.

A few minutes later, the room was empty.

You walked through the hallways, feeling even more distant because of what you’d discovered. You had to set a plan in motion to escape this place, and erase every trace proving you’d ever been a Wayne, before the Joker learned of your existence, if he doesn’t already know and hasn’t used that information against you.

You have five years, counting this one, to plan how to flee a clown with a record for breaking out of a maximum‑security prison, and to wipe your identity from the world’s greatest detective.

You returned to your room, left your unfinished assignments from every class on your desk, and instead of beginning them as you normally would, you went straight to look under your bed for the three comics.

Thank goodness Alfred hadn’t tidied up today; with everything that happened, you’d forgotten to hide your daily pill, You saved yourself that trouble and the trouble of explaining everything.

You sat on the bed holding the two comics. Having them back in your hands and in front of you made your body feel heavy and your breathing quicken, you hadn’t touched these comics since before you discovered Tim’s double life.

You took your small Bluey wool plush and squeezed it, breathing as Tim had taught you to the night before.

You have to calm down. You can't panic every time you see the future on some pages. Your crisis will be worse if you let what you saw there happen.

Your heart steadies as air fills your lungs more normally. The poor blue plush in your hands is a little damaged by the force of your grip, you’re sure your nails could have pierced the fabric.

You’ll fix it later. For now, your priority is to think about what you’ll do with your life in the years you have left to plan.

What would someone as brilliant as Bruce or Tim do in your situation?

This isn’t a case, unless you consider your escape and disappearance one.

Well, the first thing you’d do if you were a vigilante hunting a criminal would be… investigate. Gather information.

Exactly. First, you’d compile every detail from the comics you thought might be useful, and with that, you’d figure out your best options for getting away.

Alfred was slightly surprised.

— Since class began, I’ve noticed her distant. I should check that her health is all right… though perhaps she didn’t sleep well. — all your teachers told him. It wasn’t a big deal, until Mrs. Sophia, your favorite teacher from your favorite workshop, said the same thing as she bade him goodbye, leaving much earlier than usual.

He, more than anyone, knew you were behaving out of the ordinary. He wanted to ask young Tim what happened last night, but Tim had already rushed off to solve the case Bruce assigned him. Although Alfred already knew that your strange behavior had begun long before Tim accompanied you to bed, after all, you’d skipped lunch and taken refuge in your room hours earlier.

Dinner’s aroma began to fill the kitchen. Alfred silently replayed your reaction when Tim led you into the study and how you spent the rest of the day isolated. He granted you the space you needed, though it weighed on him to see you so alone.

He rested a hand on the phone, waiting for the pot to start boiling, intending to call Tim just to ask if anything else had happened… but in that moment he received a message from Tim: reserve a plate for dinner and “I'll be there in a while.”

Alfred smiled softly to himself. At least you wouldn’t be alone with him and Damian. Even if you appreciate your silence, a little company never hurts.

He called young Damian, who’d returned from the academy a while ago, then welcomed Tim back, and finally came for you. Knowing you, You yourself would tell him what was happening to you.

When you opened the door to your room, despite looking clearly tired and somewhat sad, you seemed a little more determined. The smile you gave him when he saw him, though forced, had a hint of sincerity. Although he was somewhat relieved that you seemed better than you had this morning, a part of him knew something wasn't right with you.

—Young lady, has it been your stomach or your spirits that decided to go on strike today?— You shook your head, your signature smile still in place—so different from Bruce’s, yet one he cherished like a child’s.

— I’m sorry, Alfred… it’s just that today…— The sentence was left unfinished, just like your energy after investigating. You didn't want to cause more problems. You had enough with Tim. You didn't want to worry the only one who had the decency to look at you in this family.

You gathered information and jotted it down on the back of your knitting-pattern notebook: the things you noticed at first glance—like the Joker’s plan, the day and how he carried out the kidnapping. The location. Simple details, instead of digging deeper or analyzing everything thoroughly. You noticed that, in part, Mr. Wayne seemed a little worried when Serelith first came into their lives. Perhaps you could worry him as a person rather than a family member. It wasn't the best, but you could understand.

—You don’t need to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, however, you do need to eat some real food at least.

Alfred's voice brought you out of your thoughts. You laughed and walked beside Alfred toward the table. You thought it best to give him an excuse for your attitude. Even if Alfred wasn't the type of person to pressure you, that strange tension in the air that had been there since yesterday might disappear.

If you were a night watchman… What lie would you tell? Maybe something that's already happened before?

— The truth is… some kids at the store recognized me from an old photo. — It was a harmless lie, no one had actually recognized you, not even the clerk. But Alfred hadn’t gone into the store with you, so he wouldn’t know the truth.

— Is that so? — he asked, now giving you his full attention. — Yeah… They… They… — you stammered nervously, thinking about how to continue. Which Alfred interpreted as you having trouble saying what happened. — It’s okay — he tried to comfort you, placing his hand on your back, though it had the opposite effect.

— They told me I was my mother’s murderer! — you suddenly blurted out. It was the most logical thing you could come up with. You remembered a few times when some people had blamed you for your mother’s death… Serelith’s mother. It hurt you, but not so much now, although for some reason it's been a while since you heard those hurtful words from others. It's not like you went out much, but still…

Alfred sighed, partly relieved that you had told him what happened on your own. He knew how sad you got whenever someone brought up her death. The first time he had taken you out had been some time after a teacher posted a picture with you, bragging about teaching a Wayne. The image spread quickly, making you recognizable. He still winced at the memory of how you cried that day after a fan of your mother insulted you.

He stopped for a few moments. Aware that you were close enough to the main dining room for both Damian and Tim to have heard your conversation. He just hoped they wouldn’t react the way young Todd did years ago. Although he wouldn't mind if the kid who insulted you was taught a lesson. Alfred looked at you, knowing there was more to the story, something you were hiding—but for now, what you’d told him would be enough.

— Young one, whatever anyone says about you, adult or child, it will never change who you are. — he consoled you, still with his hand on your back. You stayed silent for a few seconds, his words sinking deeper than you expected them to. You reflected for a moment, it was true, what others said didn’t change anything about you—and before Alfred could react, you bolted down the hallway toward your father’s office.

— Give me a second and I’ll go to dinner! — you shouted excitedly, as Alfred watched you with a smile, seeing you return to your usual energy.

Maybe, just maybe, even with everything you saw. The comics, what you know, it might not be who you are, you're not his family, you're not Serelith, you're not capable enough to be another vigilante, but… Maybe, just maybe he cares enough for you, at least he'd keep you in a safe place. He'd look after you like any other normal civilian.

The little bit of hope you had from that short scene in the comics grew stronger thanks to Alfred’s words, even if they said all those things. It wouldn’t change the small but important things Mr. Wayne had done for you.

If he didn’t care, if you didn’t matter, he wouldn’t take care of you, right? He wouldn’t accept everything you say or even pay your tutors, would he? He might look at you even if not as family, just… just as a human…

— Dick, no. We’ve already talked about this. — Bruce, please.

You stop in front of his office, listening to an argument—and you clearly hear your father’s voice. — It’s what’s best for her. — For her or for you? It’s been so long—we even forgot she existed, for God’s sake! If Tim hadn’t called me this afternoon, I wouldn’t think of her at all…

Ouch….was that Dick? Wait, had they forgotten you? Did you matter so little?. You lean against the wall, curiosity and fear curling up inside you as you listen to what they’re arguing about. — He took a risk, he didn’t even know that she… — That she what? What fault does a little girl have? Why does she deserve this treatment? — Because she’s the reason Avery is dead!

Your heart stops cold. You feel your temperature spike… Avery was the name of…of Serelith’s mother, your supposed mother. Were they talking about you? You should have known when he mentioned Tim… You listen more intently, though your vision is blurring.

— But we could try; maybe she turns out different, maybe with enough effort we can change her… — She’ll never change, Dick.

Your legs start to tremble. Are you mishearing them? Maybe not… they aren’t talking about you—just a coincidence… A coincidence that they mention how Avery died on the day you were born, Serelith’s day… Why is your body sweating so much? And why do you feel so nauseous? Is it because you haven’t been eating properly? — If we don’t try… — It’s not safe, it never will be. It’s the best for everyone, and for her. It’s better if we don’t even look at her, if we treat her like she's been dead since the day she was born.

Move. You try to move, but everything… everything you see turns into black spots.

You can’t afford to doubt now. That's what you told yourself, lying down without sheets and with your legs elevated on some pillows, waking up in your room, with Tim and Damian, both looking worried, and giving each other death glares. Meanwhile, in the distance, you heard two voices.

— Vasovagal syncope, fainting from stress. Aggravated by poor nutrition. It’s harmless, but we should call Dr. Leslie, just in case. — Thank God… When I found her lying in the hallway, I thought…

You cover your ears with your hands, your brow furrowed with stress, you don’t want to hear anything more from Dick or anyone… You just… you just want to plan how to leave…

As you try to silence the noise, ignoring it in your head, you think about what you could do with your life. You should study twice as hard, maybe get a scholarship at some university and then leave the city, no, the country, the farther from that crazy clown the better. You’ll open a small craft shop and live like a civilian, free of the Wayne name. When Serelith appears, it would be all you could do to be removed from the family. You had no idea what kind of paperwork you'd have to do; you just knew you couldn't afford to keep falling like this, even with Alfred's words still on your mind.

At least now you’re free of doubts above all else. You’re going to push yourself to fulfill what Mr. Wayne said: not only not to be seen by the Joker, not to be looked at as a Wayne daughter, but not to be seen by anyone. As if you were dead.

Three weeks weren’t enough for me, aaaaaaaaah. On the other hand, changing the update schedule to Saturdays, Eastern South America Time (UTC-5), was a good idea for my rhythm. For now, updates every three weeks will continue.

I think some tags might be wrong... I apologize for that.

With this, we can more or less say that we’re closing the reader’s arc, taking it all in. In the next chapters, there will probably be more time skips and more focus on the other members of the Batfam. I wanted to wrap this up first. I hope it turned out better than I think it did. 😔

Anyway, thank you again for the lovely messages you leave on each chapter. Even if I don’t reply to all of them or take until the next update to respond, please know that I really appreciate them and I read each and every one of you. Have a great da

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[izzih22]

Chapter 5

The Day Everything Changed

Note: last chapter… hope yall like it!!

The apartment was quite a different kind of quiet.

Not lazy or tired. Not even peaceful. Just… still.

Azzi sat on the edge of the bed in one of Paige’s oversized UConn hoodies, hands resting on her belly like she was holding something sacred. Which she was.

Paige was brushing her hair from behind, slow and careful, like if she moved too fast, she’d miss something important.

“I don’t think I’m gonna sleep,” Azzi murmured.

Paige smiled gently, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “That’s okay. I’ll stay up with you.”

“You’ve been staying up with me.”

“I’ll stay up forever if I have to,” Paige whispered. “You’ve carried our baby for nine months. I can carry some lost sleep.”

Azzi turned to look at her. “You don’t say it often, but I know you’re scared.”

Paige didn’t pretend otherwise. “I am.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve never wanted something so much in my life,” Paige said softly. “I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. And now we’re about to meet the person we made — the person you grew. I just… I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t.”

“I might cry more than the baby.”

Azzi smiled. “You will.”

They lay down together, face-to-face. Paige’s hand never left her belly. Azzi’s legs tangled with hers. They talked about names again. Paige changed her favorite five times. Azzi told her to stop picking things like “Rebound” and “And-One.” But Paige just loved hearing Azzi laugh knowing she was only kidding.

And sometime around 3 a.m., Paige whispered, “We’re ready.”

Azzi nodded. “We’re ready.”

⸻

It Broke with a Splash

7:41 a.m.

Azzi’s gasp jolted Paige out of the deepest sleep she’d had in weeks.

Then came the sound.

A soft splash, followed by “Oh my God.”

Paige bolted upright. “Was that—”

Azzi was standing near the bed, frozen, hand resting protectively over her bump.

“My water just broke,” she whispered.

Paige stared. Blinked once. Then—

“OH MY GOD. IT’S HAPPENING. IT’S HAPPENING. THIS IS REAL.”

She jumped out of bed, nearly slipped, caught herself, sprinted for the hospital bags, then spun back around.

“SHOES. DO YOU HAVE SHOES? DO YOU NEED A TOWEL? DO WE CALL THE HOSPITAL OR DO WE JUST GO? DO I DELIVER THE BABY MYSELF IF THEY’RE LATE—”

“Paige!” Azzi called, steady but amused.

Paige skidded to a stop, eyes wide. “Yes?”

“I need your help.”

That was all it took.

Paige was at her side in an instant, her hands on Azzi’s hips, her voice quiet now. “You okay? Is it starting?”

Azzi breathed through a tightening cramp. “I think so.”

“Okay. Okay.” Paige grabbed her phone with one hand, held Azzi close with the other, and opened their Family Group Chat:

PAIGE: HER WATER BROKE

PAIGE: THE BABY IS COMING

PAIGE: I REPEAT—THE BABY. IS. COMING.

AZZI’S MOM: We’re getting in the car.

PAIGE’S MOM: I’m already crying.

GRANDMA: Bringing banana bread.

AZZI’S DAD: I’m driving and praying.

Then she flipped to the UConn Girls Chat:

PAIGE: IT’S TIME

PAIGE: THE BABY IS COMING. AZZI IS A WARRIOR.

PAIGE: I’M LOSING MY MIND

CAROLINE: Y’all better name the baby after me

ICE: I CAN’T BREATHE

NIKA: DO YOU NEED US TO COME NOW

KK: OMG OMG OMG

PAIGE: JUST SEND PRAYERS AND ENERGY. I’LL UPDATE. GAHHH

⸻

It Climbed in Waves

They got to the hospital with time to spare but the adrenaline didn’t slow down.

Paige was pacing the delivery room like she was about to coach a national title game.

Azzi was in bed, calm but focused, working through each contraction.

And Paige? Paige was chaos in a hoodie.

“She needs more water. She likes it cold but not too cold. Can you lower the lights a bit? She hates the buzz from those kinds of bulbs. Also, don’t forget her birth playlist. We made a playlist. It has SZA and Luther Vandross on it—”

Azzi grabbed her hand.

Paige stopped talking immediately.

Azzi’s eyes fluttered open. “You’re doing amazing.”

Paige blinked. “Me? You’re literally in labor.”

“And you’re right here.”

Paige kissed her forehead. “Always.”

⸻

The first contraction caught Azzi off guard.

It wasn’t gradual. It slammed into her like a truck.

She doubled over, clutching her belly, face twisted in pain.

Paige was right there, holding her arm. “Breathe. Breathe through it. Just like we practiced, Az.”

Azzi tried, but her voice came out a sob. “It hurts, Paige.”

“I know, baby. I know.” Paige wiped her forehead gently. “You’re doing amazing. Just hold onto me.”

As the hours dragged on, the pain worsened. Azzi stopped speaking between contractions. Her body shook. Her grip on Paige’s hand turned desperate. Raw.

She couldn’t even form words at one point just broken sounds, moans, cries.

Paige held her.

Through every breath.

Through every scream.

She didn’t leave her side for a second.

“Paigey— I can’t—” Azzi sobbed through another one, her back arching. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can,” Paige said fiercely, her voice breaking. “You are doing it. You’re so strong, baby. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever seen. You’re everything.”

Azzi shook her head. “It’s too much—”

“I’ve got you. Just look at me,” Paige begged, brushing sweaty curls from her face. “You don’t have to do this alone. Not for a second. I’m right here.”

She gripped Paige’s hoodie and cried into her chest. Paige held her, whispering over and over, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

⸻

Her heart broke watching Azzi scream. Watching her body shake. Watching the woman she loved fight to bring life into the world.

And then—

After what felt like forever, the doctor’s voice came through the fog: “Okay, Azzi. One more push.”

Azzi cried out.

Paige squeezed her hand harder than she thought she could. “That’s it. That’s it, Az. You’ve got them. Bring them home.”

And then—

A wail.

A tiny, raw, perfect sound that cut through the room like lightning.

The room blurred.

Paige blinked.

Azzi gasped.

The doctor held up a tiny, wriggling, red-faced baby crying her lungs out, already fighting.

“She’s here,” someone said. “You have a daughter.”

Paige crumpled.

Just folded into herself and sobbed.

Not soft tears. Not a sniffle.

Real, full, body-wrecking sobs.

She leaned down and kissed Azzi’s forehead again and again, whispering through her tears, “You did it. You did it babygirl.”

Azzi was crying too. Quietly. Just watching Paige hold their baby for the first time, watching her hands tremble as the nurse gently placed the swaddled little girl into her arms.

Paige looked down at the baby, her eyes still flooded.

“She looks like you,” she whispered.

“She has your mouth,” Azzi whispered back.

Paige sat on the bed beside her, holding the baby in one arm, Azzi in the other.

“I love you,” she said, voice shaking. “Both of you so much.”

Azzi leaned into her. “I know.”

⸻

Later that night, the room had quieted. Visitors had come and gone. Their moms had cried. KK and Ice had FaceTimed, screaming. Caroline had made an unofficial godmother speech.

Now it was just them.

Paige. Azzi. Their daughter.

Paige cradled her against her chest while Azzi slept, exhausted but peaceful beside her.

She looked down at the baby girl in her arms tiny, warm, perfect.

“You don’t know me yet,” Paige whispered. “But I’m yours. Completely. You and your mama… you’re my whole world.”

The baby squirmed.

Paige smiled.

“I’m gonna mess up. I know that. But I’ll love you more than anything, and I’ll never stop showing up. You’re safe here. You’re so, so loved.”

She glanced at Azzi.

Still beautiful. Still the love of her life. Still the girl who changed everything.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For her. For this. For being mine.”

The baby sighed in her sleep.

Paige pressed a kiss to her tiny forehead.

And just like that… their story began again.

Not as two.

Not even as three.

But as everything.

Together.

Forever.

[cataractcamelot]

Retweet because now it's in MY head

It really makes me curious on how this defines the Line in which we control Kris's every move. In a scene in chapter 3 that was scrapped for pacing reasons (I don't have the image sorry :(( ) a question appears during one of Tenna's quiz segments and when we obviously don't know the answer, Kris coughs, moving the heart to the correct answer. (I think they did that too with the pie question but idk)

We control their actions, dictate how they Act and what he does in a fight, and what they say. And yet these instances of defiance are so, so interesting to me, because just HOW much control do we have over Kris, and HOW can simply being able to do things despite our control change that! The SOUL decides to be cruel to Ralsei when he asks if Darkners should feel certain things, and Kris manages to to communicate the complete opposite of our words! By not saying anything at all!!!

I have a feeling that this paired with the ability to pull out the soul whenever they want? It could be dangerous, especially to us. Pretty much any version of the playthrough, Pacifist or Genocide-adjacent, Kris lowkey hates our guts. Even if we try to be kind to them (ethical puppeteering) we don't understand their actions fully! We don't know their life and their story and it becomes so much more obvious when there is so much history we don't know. Tenna specifically draws on that nostalgia to keep Kris there, and more often than not, WE get confused, get things wrong, because we don't really know them. We've technically been around them for like. Three days.

I wonder if they can hear the command, like hear a mechanical voice go proceed or something, or if it's like an intuitive thing. Maybe Kris can tell when a spoken command is being said in a way that feels like they are thinking of saying it, but as if they were looking in third person. Like I'm going to say this thing, and it's going to happen, and I can clearly tell that this is not my words but the Player's, but it feels a bit like that.

Idk, the idea of Kris being someone who works against the SOUL, which we don't also know exactly what it's looking for other than what we are looking for (to see our fav characters again, for the story plot, because we want cool things to happen) can be taken and utilized in so many cool and unique ways. Add their capability to go against our puppeteering by using clever loopholes to avoid saying things they don't want, it's so interesting to me.

(also, I'm not sure regarding this, because it's been a while since I played chap. 1 n 2, but didn't Kris seem more... autonomous in the current chapters compared to the aforementioned older chapters? In the way that Kris in the beginning seemed to be a vessel of ours that already had lore and characteristics but the more and more it feels as though Kris is becoming more and more of a person who has a past and past friendships and a family.

Compare that to Ralsei and Susie's character arcs in the recruit route.....the themes of growing outside your archetype, becoming a rounded being who has flaws and fears and kindness and love, a human being who is not a vessel. Ralsei becomes more than just the asriel-looking cinnamon roll who heals the party, Susie being kind and gentle-hearted despite her rough exterior and weirdo behaviour, and Kris being more than the avatar we use to enact our will. Really makes you think about the world your seeing through the screen) ((I'm so normal about them))

Still incoherent about the new chapters, but something just occurred to me about the mechanics of the player's influence on Kris. In chapter four, Kris defies us by maliciously complying with our command's exact words:

Compare this to a similar scene with Asriel's room in Queen's mansion, where they simply close their eyes as we do the motion of opening the door- here they change what the actual motion is based on the command's wording.

Earlier, they cover their mouth before they can be cruel to Ralsei:

Kris stops themselves from completing their own sentence- they don't have any evidence to just predict what the player will say next, so this confirms they are aware of the whole sentence they have to say before they say it. Kris isn't just being forced through physical actions by the Red Soul, they can actually hear the entire command.

I don't know what to do with this piece of information at all.

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part fourteen | r.c

summary:

“That your parents?”

“No,” you replied, subtly angling your phone away from Topper as you declined the call. “Not important.”

The screen just turned black before it lit up again, the ringtone loud as it announced another call from JJ. Good lord.

“Must be pretty important,” Topper mused and you only sighed, accepting the call.

“What.”

OR; Your secrets come to light. One way or another.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader, jj maybank x reader (I feel like I should've added this sooner oh well)

warnings: bike crash (LOL) with minor injuries, angst, alluding to drug use, mini pov switch at the end (oh?👀)

word count: 3.4k

author's note: honestly i didn’t think id update again so soon, but here we are. also shoutout to @inthelibrarybtw for guessing the chapter’s title. you’re a day one-r and i love and appreciate you being with me from the start (she’s not the only one, there’s a few; you know who you are!🩷) happy reading!! 🫶🏼

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pt. fourteen: “like you don’t even exist”

You had never lied to Rafe before. And not telling him you were in love with him didn’t count. That wasn’t a lie. It was a secret. No, you never actively lied to him about something as trivial as who you were spending time with. What even was the reason? That you knew Rafe hated JJ’s guts and you were trying to save yourself some drama? Or was it just the kind of friendship you and Rafe now had? The one where you didn’t tell him things.

“Honey?”

You lifted your eyes from your plate, where you had spent the last five minutes pushing your steak around, to see your parents look at you expectantly.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

Your parents had taken you to Charleston over the weekend, something about spending more time with the family and whatnot. Normally, you’d drag your feet, spending a whole weekend away with just your parents, a fight almost inevitable. But this time, you actually appreciated the short trip. It was nice to get away from everyone for a bit. And for once, you didn’t have to come up with an excuse not to see your friends. Also you couldn’t quite look JJ in the eyes yet without feeling guilty that you had thought of Rafe when you almost hooked up with him. In some way, you were sure JJ wouldn’t actually mind. He’d probably find it hilarious.

“I was just asking if everything was alright with your food, you haven’t even taken a bite,” your father asked, his brow raised.

“Oh.”

You put the cutlery down, leaning back in your chair. “Food is fine. I’m just not really hungry. Sorry,” you said with an apologetic tone, pushing the plate away from you.

“Is everything okay with you?” your mother asked, and you looked at her in surprise. If your mother was concerned, things must be really serious. “You’ve seemed upset lately.”

“I know you feel like you’re too old to spend time with us especially since your brother left, but we really appreciate you coming along. We know you’d rather spend time with your friends,” your father added. Hearing him say that made you feel a little guilty because you actually weren’t even mad about being here with them, but before you could reply, someone laid their hand on your shoulder. You looked up quickly, because there was no way a stranger would just touch you like this, just to see Topper and his grandpa stand behind you.

“Look who we have here,” Judge Holden spoke cheerfully and your parents quickly stood to greet him.

“Judge, what a surprise!” your father exclaimed, shaking the Judge’s hand. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey,” you said, pushing your chair back to stand, leaning into Topper when he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. “I didn’t know you were in Charleston tonight.”

“Well, you haven’t really been talking to me lately, so how was I supposed to tell you?”

Ouch.

His words were biting, but when he pulled away, you could see the hurt in his eyes. You definitely deserved that. Considering he was one of your best friends, his been treating him like a distant acquaintance.

“Judge, why don’t you sit down, have a glass of wine with us,” your mother asked and Topper’s grandpa didn’t let her ask him twice before he sat down at your chair.

“You kids will be fine on your own, right?” your father said, effectively dismissing you as you and Topper exchanged glances, with him extending his arm for you to walk ahead. So much for quality family time.

You exited the restaurant onto the side walk, thinking some fresh air would do you good. Topper walked next to you in silence, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You knew what was coming, so you stayed quiet, trying to push the inevitable lecture back for as long as possible.

“So I’m assuming you and Rafe broke off whatever you were doing?”

Well, that wasn’t long.

Lifting your head, you glanced at him, but he only stared back at you, waiting for you to answer.

“That obvious, huh?” you deadpanned and Topper rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“I’m not gonna say I told you so, but honestly, what were you thinking?”

That stepping over this boundary would make Rafe stop seeing you only as is best friend? That he would realize he loved you too? Or maybe you weren’t thinking at all. You didn’t know which of these made you sound dumber. God, you really were a walking cliché, weren’t you?

“I know,” you said quietly, turning away because embarassment was burning your cheeks. You felt like you were five again, getting scolded by your mom because you took too much candy, because in a way, you were. It just wasn’t candy that you wanted.

“You know it sucks not having you around,” Topper pointed out, his voice softening. “Your feminine energy is missing and it throws our whole dynamic off.”

His attempt at lightening the mood made you snort out a laugh, and Topper only shrugged with his shoulders, pleased that he was able to cheer you up a little.

“I’m sorry,” you said, sighing. “I hate all of this and I miss spending time with you. I just don’t know how to be around Rafe right now, which is weird for me and-”

You were interrupted mid-word, when your phone started ringing and as you pulled it out of your purse, thinking it might be your parents asking where you were, JJ’s name flashed across the screen.

“That your parents?”

“No,” you replied, subtly angling your phone away from Topper as you declined the call. “Not important.”

The screen just turned black before it lit up again, the ringtone loud as it announced another call from JJ. Good lord.

“Must be pretty important,” Topper mused and you only sighed, accepting the call.

“What.”

“Aw, you don’t sound happy to hear from me,” JJ whined into the phone, surely with the matching pout.

“What am I, your wife?” you asked dryly and JJ chuckled.

“Do you want to be?”

You bit back a grin with an eye roll, turning away from Topper when he raised a brow at you. You hoped to god he couldn’t hear JJ over the phone. That really was the last thing you needed.

“What do you want?”

“Can’t I just call because I miss your voice?”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Wait wait wait, okay,” JJ stopped you with a laugh. “I just wanted to ask when you’re gonna be back. It’s weird not having you around.”

“It’s a common effect I have on people,” you teased. “Honestly, though, I’m not sure when I’ll be back. My parents didn’t exactly give me an itinerary for this weekend. But I’ll let you know, okay?”

“’kay. See you Sunday then, the latest.”

“Bye,” you spoke into your phone before hanging up, shaking your head a little. What an idiot. As you put your phone back into your purse, you could feel Topper’s eyes on you, and when you looked up, his lips were draw in a tight line, displaying how unhappy he was.

Great, so he heard everything.

“Maybank? Really?”

You bit back a groan, surely that would not help your situation right now.

“What about him?” you asked back and Topper rolled his eyes.

“Do I have to remind you of the last time you were standing between JJ and Rafe?”

You frowned at him, pursing your lips. “Yes. Because I never stood between them.”

“Don’t play stupid. Rafe almost blew a casket when he saw JJ working the spring fling, and now you’re seeing him? Worse, you’re keeping it from Rafe?”

Now it was your turn, to roll your eyes.

“Are you doing this just to get back at Rafe?”

His words hit you hard, the way he intended, you were sure.

“What? No! This has nothing to do with Rafe!”

That wasn’t completely true. It had everything to do with Rafe. But not in the way Topper was thinking. Clenching your fists, you felt your nails dig into the flesh of your palm, the pain calming you a little bit.

Not the time and place to have a screaming match. You exhaled deeply, unclenching your hands.

“Look, just… Don’t tell him yet, okay? He’s gonna flip out, just let me deal with it,” you asked Topper. “You know I’m better at that.”

Topper puffed out a breath, like he was contemplating your request. In a way, you knew you were asking him to keep this from Rafe, but you also knew that Topper dropping this bomb on Rafe would be catastrophic. It seemed liked Topper came to the same conclusion before he begrudgingly agreed.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But you really do have to tell him, Precious and I mean it.”

“I promise.”

You intended to keep that promise, you did. But everything got so hectic when you got back to Kildare and you never got around to telling Rafe. Yes, you could have texted him, but wasn’t this the kind of conversation you had face to face?

Topper [05/25/24: 11:49 am]: did you tell him yet?

With a sigh, you swiped the message away, tossing your phone in your purse and got out of your car. Later, you told yourself. Right now, you had to make sure JJ wouldn’t kill himself during this motorcycle race.

When he had originally told you he wanted to sign up, you tried your best to convince him not to. His bike was in no condition to win a race. But he had set his mind on it, vowing to win the race and to take you out for a nice dinner on Figure Eight. I can buy myself a nice dinner, you had wanted to say, but didn’t. Not like you wanted to start a fight.

Fortunately though, you and Sarah managed to convince John B to race with JJ, keeping his back free. That eased your worries, if only slightly. Walking down the dunes of the beach, you quickly found JJ and his friends standing around his and John B’s bike at the sidelines, talking strategy.

“- so if you’ve got my back, I got a real shot.”

“What kind of miracle work are you trying to do here?”

JJ lifted his head, grinning when he saw you. “No miracle here, just plain ol’e racing skills.”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms as you stopped next to Sarah and Kiara, watching Pope and John B fuss over his bike before you turned to the girls.

“I take it you didn’t manage to talk him out of it yet.”

“Have you seen him?” Kiara scoffed, gesturing towards JJ. Which… Fair.

You gave JJ a look as you walked towards him, placing your hand on his chest.

“JJ.”

“No, you vixen, you’re not seducing me out of this,” JJ protested, though his hands find your waist. “I’m doing this race and there’s nothing you can do to talk me out of it.”

“You sure?”

Your hand creeped up his neck, before your fingers tilted his chin down, so you could lean up to kiss him. JJ groaned into your mouth, but he made no move to pull away.

“What the hell?”

You two broke apart, your heart starting to race as soon as you recognized his voice, willing for someone else to stand in front of you, but of course, it was Rafe.

He stomped towards you, dressed in biking gear from head to toe, Topper and Kelce hot on his heels. You should’ve know they’d be here. This was on you.

Rafe stopped only a few feet from you, his eyes darting from you to JJ and back, before his gaze set on you. In the back, Topper and Kelce exchanged nervous glances.

“So this was who you were hanging out with that night?” Rafe asked his voice rising. His question was posed in a way you knew he didn’t want an answer to. And honestly, even if he did, you weren’t sure what to say.

Rafe was angry. Angrier than you’d seen him before, acting a little erratic, his eyes wild. And something else was different. He’d never talked to you like this before.

To others, sure. You? Never.

Next to you, JJ tensed, trying to push himself in front of you, his friends at your back, unsure what to do, but you gently gave JJ a shove to the back, stepping in front of him to face Rafe.

“You lied to me? For him?”

He gestured towards JJ with his hand, not even sparing him a glance, like he wasn’t even there. No, Rafe’s attention, and his anger was all aimed at you. You opened your mouth to say something, but it was like your brain short-circuited.

“Come on, Rafe, chill,” Topper said coming to your rescue. From the back, he flexed his hand around Rafe’s shoulder, trying to de-escalate the situation, subtly pulling him away from you. “Precious probably just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Clearly, the words had the opposite effect because Rafe turned towards Topper, his eyes narrowing.

“Did you know about this?”

“I…” Topper trailed off, his eyes finding yours, which Rafe was quick to notice.

“Great, what an amazing group of friends I have,” Rafe exclaimed melodramatically, turning to Kelce. “You hooking up with any of them, too?”

Kelce gave Rafe a look, lifting both of his hands as he shook his head. “Hey man, keep me out of this.”

Rafe scoffed before looked back at you, like he was expecting an answer. You knew he’d react badly, but this was on another level.

“Rafe, please, can we have a civil conversation about this?” you asked him, almost pleading.

But the boomboxes around the track cracked to life before Rafe could answer.

“Attention all racers, please take your place at the start line, the race is about to start!”

The announcement broke through the disagreement like a dull knife and you pressed your lips together as you looked at Rafe. But he only shook his head, letting out a huff.

“Whatever.”

He shouldered past Topper roughly without another word, heading to his bike, leaving you at a loss for words. Topper glanced at you, his eyes saying more than he ever could with his mouth before following Rafe. Only Kelce lingered by you, his eyes flickering to JJ before he asked: “Are you okay?”

You put up a smile, nodding. “Yeah, fine. Go. I’ll be okay.”

Kelce hesitated. You knew you weren’t convincing him, part of you wished he’d refuse your words, stay with you, but then he only nodded, walking off. The lump in your throat grew, and you tried to swallow it when you felt JJ’s hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, but I gotta go,” he said gently, and you cleared your throat, the people in front of you dispersing, giving you a perfect look on Rafe, as he sat on his bike, pulling his helmet over his head.

“‘course, yeah.”

“Good luck kiss?”

Your eyes averted from Rafe to see JJ looking at you expectantly, one brow raised. Sighing softly, you leaned in to press a soft smooch on his lips, but before you could pull away, JJ grabbed your waist, deepening the kiss. After a few seconds, he pulled away, giving you his signature grin and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Rafe turning away from you.

“Alright, let’s win this thing,”

“Just be careful, okay?”

You knew Rafe was out for blood, and while he was so mad at you right now, he wouldn’t hurt you. JJ though? You weren’t so sure about that.

“Ah, don’t worry princess, I’ll get back to you in one piece,” JJ said with a wink, before he and John B lead their bikes towards the startling line.

“This isn’t gonna end well, is it?” Sarah asked, coming up to stand next to you. You let your eyes wander over the racers, a mixture off Pogues and Kooks, JJ and John B, Rafe and Topper. As you crossed your arms over your chest, you shook your head.

“Not a chance.”

The shot of the gun announcing the start of the race made you jump a little, all the bikes racing down the beach. Surprisingly, JJ was at the front of the group, making a headstart as they crossed into the woody parts of the beach, cutting off any chance of seeing more.

It wasn’t long until the the group of racers returned to the part of the beach the viewers could see, however it wasn’t JJ at the front anymore, but Rafe.

“What the hell?” you muttered, your eyebrows creasing.

“Look, John B is third,” Sarah pointed out, gently shaking your shoulder. “JJ must have just fallen behind.”

“Right,” you muttered, as Rafe came closer to the finish goal. But then, a loud, and just all too familiar engine roared, a bike flying over the small river bank, and it was like everything was in slow motion when JJ flew through the air, clinging to his bike, his one and only lifeline.

“What…?” Pope muttered, facepalming and you nearly couldn’t watch, but your eyes were glued to JJ, until he finally landed on the sand back on the track, a little inelegant, albeit safely, just in front of Rafe.

“Holy fuck, did that really just happen?” Kiara asked, covering her mouth as JJ’s bike sped forwards.

“Is JJ actually gonna win?” Sarah muttered, and you only shrugged with your shoulders, though it seemed like Rafe wasn’t able to catch up with JJ, his front wheel just barely catching up with JJ’s tail.

JJ threw his fist up briefly, no doubt to celebrate his win prematurely, but just as both of his hands curled around the steering wheel again, Rafe sped up his bike, crashing it into the back of JJ’s sending them of them flying off their bikes. They both landed in the sand with a thud, the remaining racers driving past them, with Topper reaching the finish line first.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, your hand flying to your mouth. Your feet moved towards them automatically, your eyes flickering towards Rafe like on instinct, but he already was up on his feet, pulling his helmet off his head. JJ on the other hand, rolled over on his back, groaning out in pain.

“Are you insane?” you hissed at Rafe, scanning him from top to bottom for any visible injuries. “You could have killed yourself.”

You didn’t wait for an answer, kneeling down on the sand next to you JJ, your forehead creasing in worry.

“Are you okay?”

JJ didn’t reply, slowly pulling his helmet off before he looked at you, the corner of his lips tugging into a grin. “Princess, you really take my breath away.”

You let out a shaky laugh, sitting down in relief. You didn’t know what you would have done if JJ was seriously hurt, knowing Rafe had lashed out because of your fight. If anything had happened to JJ, it would’ve been your fault.

“Wait, how’s my bike?” JJ asked, his eyes widening. You looked over his bike, a small trail of smoke coming from it. It definitely had seen better days.

“Let’s worry about you first,” you said, changing the topic. “Do you think you can stand?”

As you helped him stand, arms supporting his waist, his friends finally rushed over. From a distance, Rafe stood in the sand, his helmet in his limp hands, staring at you as Topper stomped towards him, his own helmet jammed under his arm.

“I know she lied to you, and I’m sorry for my part in it,” Topper said in a somber voice. “But don’t you think that was too far?”

Rafe finally tore his eyes away from you to meet Topper’s, his lips pressed in a line. His thoughts were still a bit hazy, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the fall, or the line he did with Barry before he came here, but he never felt more justified in his actions.

“Wasn’t far enough.”

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author's note: THOUGHTS??

[n0vazsq]

Good looking boy | LL30 x Reader

pairing . . . liam lawson x tsunoda!reader

summary . . . Your first time visiting the paddock is definitely… interesting. What was meant to be a simple visit to see your brother turns into something else entirely when his former teammate (and your very obvious admirer) Liam Lawson can’t stop staring, gets distracted, and accidentally trips you. An awkward apology quickly turns into a dinner invitation, and suddenly visiting your brother isn't the only thing you look forward to

request . . . yes!! based on this request

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . deguchi natsuki and girls from pin!

alexavia yaps . . . title is random bc idk. also writing this at 3 am after not writing for a solid 3 months so i apologise if its pure shit <33 hope you enjoy and sorry if its short !! this is set after yuki went to redbull (japanese gp and onward) btw! i know the pacing is weird and really fast but i hope it made sense!!

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username1 i live for the tsunoda siblings fighting

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username4 praying for yuki's pr manager this weekend

username5 i just know they made everyone's life a living hell

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username7 i mean she's a tsunoda everyone in that family is good looking

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yourusername i think am idk

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username18 manifesting yuki win and liam p2

username19 yuki would probably push liam off the podium stand

username18 bro is NOT letting him hit with y/n

username19 he cant fight ALL of us tho thats a fact

username20 MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS SHIT I NEED Y/N AND LIAM TOGETHER ASAP. like bro they've been on and off flirting with each other for like a year when will he ask her out </3

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yukitsunoda0511 whoever said family is the best company clearly hasn't met my sister

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username21 HELP????

username22 crying this is so random

username23 LMFAOOOOOO

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username26 SOBBING

username27 i need to know what liam thinks about this

username28 is the picture of yuki edited?? im sobbing

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yourusername W rizz lowkey

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liamlawson30 😔

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yourusername i`m still here

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liamlawson30 can i say that y/n looks very beautiful in that picture

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yourusername aww liam tysm <33 you looked very handsome in the paddock today too

yukitsunoda0511 ...

liawlawson30 your sister likes me

yukitsunoda0511 no

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yourusername what if 'blondie' is my soulmate

yukitsunoda he isnt??

yourusername i said what IF

liamlawson30 omg there's a chance y/n in my soulmate

yukitsunoda0511 not for long

yourusername ??

yukitsunoda0511 you didn't see that

yourusername i'm not blind mate

yukitsunoda0511 you might as well be with that bat vision

liamlawson30 i think your vision is just fine y/n <3

yukitsunoda0511 no one cares and no one asked blondie

liamlawson30 being attacked for my kindness

yourusername it's okay liam just ignore him

yukitsunoda0511 don't ignore me liam.

username29 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF MY HUSBAND

username30 oh to be as pretty as her

yourusername the hate on me was unnecessary

yukitsunoda0511 sigh

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yourusername you should be 😔

yukitsunoda0511 btw i'm only being nice to you because our mother threatened me

yourusername good

yourusername does that mean you'll leave blondie alone

yukitsunoda0511 no

yourusername sigh

liamlawson30 now you're both calling me blondie

liamlawson30 seems like i'm in for a long weekend

username31 THE NICKNAME HELP

username32 im crying about the y/n x liam ship and so is yuki

username33 okay so im not schizo and liam DID flirt with yuki's sister

username34 i wish i had yuki as my bf

username35 i wish i had Y/N as my gf

username36 i wish i was liam honestly

username37 smash (both of them)

username38 yuki's way calmer than i expected him to be about this

username39 honestly was fully expecting him to light up the vcarb garage on fire after seeing liam's comment

username40 if liam and y/n don't go out soon that means yuki murdered liam

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liamlawson30 accidentaly made a pretty girl trip and then took her to dinner as an apology and i think she likes me? Tagged: yourusername

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username41 MOTHERRRRRRRRR

username42 HELLO??

username43 he ate. licked the plate clean. swallowed the table even. yuki's crash out will be valid

username44 this is all happening on friday & saturday, so i wonder if yuki will crash into liam on the race

username45 imagine if he wins in a vcarb

username46 then y/n would probably pass away

username45 i think yuki will at first

username47 IM CRYING NOT LIAM ADDING A SELFIE OF HIM AND YUKI AS IF HE DIDNT POST A DUMP OF HIM TAKING OUT YUKI'S SISTER ON A DATE ELPPPP

username48 STUNNING.

username49 the selfie is so cute tho

username50 THE PHOTOGRAPHY?? THE AESTHETIC?? THE RED DRESS?? I FEAR Y/N LICKED EVERYTHING CLEAN. liam is okay i guess

username51 ONGGGG. yeah hes fine ig

username52 FRRR. would give him a solid 6/10 for effort

username53 THE REAL IT WAG AND IT DRIVER

username54 i cried because this

username55 WE NEED MORE Y/N IN THE PADDOCK FOR MORE YUKI WINS (manifesting he'll win out of pure rage when he sees y/n and liam together) 🔥🔥🗣

username56 liam dont forget us when you become y/n's husband

username57 THE SECOND PIC IS SO FUNNY IM SHITTING MY PANTS

username58 id let him hit me with his car

username59 i'd let y/n hit me with his car

username60 mama y papa

username61 oh yuki i feel so bad for you

username62 SOBBING I JS REALISED YUKI DIDNT LIKE AND HE LIKES ALL OF LIAMS POSTS

username63 im waiting patiently for the yuki crashout.

username64 i need it asap

username65 if he says blondie ill eat my pet fish for dinner

username66 this relationship is not a want its a NEED

username67 HELLO?? LIAM AND YUKI'S SISTER?? SINCE WHEN??

username68 wait since when did he have a sister

username69 idk probably since she was born (he has 2)

username70 liam x y/n has been a ship sine their redbull academy days people just don't follow the story </3

yourusername aww you look so cute in the selfie

liamlawson30 youre talking? you look so stunning i had a heart attack

yourusername i'm so flattered omg

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yukitsunoda0511 blondie i'm giving you 5 seconds to run as far away as possible before i attack you.

liamlawson30 why? what did i do

yukitsunoda0511 tripped my sister. took her to a dinner DATE. probably kissed her and now winked at her?

liamlawson30 it's an emoji...?

yukitsunoda0511 you didn't deny the kiss.

liamlawson30 oops?

yukitsunoda0511 run blondie. run.

username72 im so confused and excited at the same time

username73 THEYRE GETTING TOGETHER???

username74 how'd he pull

username75 if liam can get y/n by being a pathetic simp why can't i pull her like this?? life is unfair

username76 manifesting a podium for him and isack idk how but i'll build an engine from the ground and i'll harvest the chassis from the earth

yukitsunoda0511 it's good that you're drinking up your last moments with my sister since you won't have any after i get to you

yourusername yuki wtf

liamlawson30 uh...

yukitsunoda0511 tick tock, blondie.

liamlawson30 should i be worried for myself or him

yourusername both 🤍

liamlawson30 not too reassuring, love

yourusername oh...😊 i blushed

yukitsunoda0511 LOVE??????? AND WHO BLUSHED

yourusername ME !!

yukitsunoda0511 why are you so proud to admit that you blushed because blondie called you 'love'

yourusername it's cuteee 😊😊😊

liamlawson30 you're cuter

yourusername stoppp tyy

yukitsunoda0511 the audacity to do this infront of me...

yourusername fuck off then

liamlawson30 y/n has anyone ever told you you're very hot when you swear

yukitsunoda0511 you blonde idiot if you don't shut your mouth i will stitch it shut for you

username77 this modern cinema btw

username78 im like 109% sure y/n is giggling at liam's comments

username79 bro i'm gonna kms this is too beautiful to let go of

username80 the look of lovee.....

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yourusername he tripped me and then took me out to dinner and now he's my boyfriend 😊 (photo dump ver.) Tagged: liamlawson30

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username81 HELP IM SOBBING HE TRIPPED HER??

yourusername liam was too busy staring at me (according to some sources *cough* yuki *cough* and accidentally ran into me (he didn't move out the way bc he was busy staring, according to the sources) so i tripped and cut my legs

username81 sobbing 😭 at least he apologised by taking you out to dinner

username82 yuki not liking this LMAOOOO

username83 AWWW LIAM AND Y/N HUGGING WHILE SHES IN VCARB MERCH IS SO CUTE

username84 4 cuts is crazyyyy

username85 I WANT TO BE A WAG

username86 imagine being this pretty sigh

oracleredbullracing ❤ Liked by creator

username87 EH???????

username88 girl what

username89 REDBULL????

username90 i cannot tell if like admin did this or someone else did

username91 HELP WHAT

username92 NOOOO IT'S OFFICIAL

username93 stop i feel so bad for yuki imagine your sister getting together with your old teammate

username94 ITS OFFICIAL??

username95 yuki wdc trust

username96 holy fuck shes beautiful

username97 where to buy a liam asking for a friend

username98 'boyfriend' MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAA

username99 im waiting for the edits of them

username100 how is yuki functioning i'd kms

liamlawson30 i'm glad you enjoyed dinner ❤ so happy to be called your boyfriend i've been waiting a year to be called that

yourusername loved the song you wrote for me <3 it was so cute!!

yukitsunoda0511 WHAT

yukitsunoda0511 YOU WROTE A WHOLE SONG YOU BLONDE CREEP??

liamlawson30 you laughed when i told you about it...?

yourusername what face was he making and how'd he pronounce the laugh

liamlawson30 nvm i just realised he was mad/sarcastic laughing

yourusername i loved the song though

liamlawson30 i loved being with you

yourusername and i love you

yukitsunoda0511 EH??? WHAT??? LOVE?? YOURE TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

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liamlawson30 i think i've fallen all over again

yourusername mwahhh ily

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yukitsunoda0511 call me old one more time i'll show you and blondie what's old

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liamlawson30 should i be worried or...?

yukitsunoda0511 actually yes. very worried blondie

yourusername i'm not scared

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yourusername what the hell did they feed you in redbull

yukitsunoda go there yourself to find out

liamlawson30 over my DEAD BODY y/n is not leaving me <3

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yourusername you didn't call him blondie!! that's an improvement <3

liamlawson30 i think yuki likes me now

yourusername what if he's in love and is jealous because we got together

liamlawson30 that would explain why he's so mad

yukitsunoda0511 I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH LIAM

liamlawson30 don't worry yuki it's a safe space

yourusername it's okay yuki i won't get jealous

yukitsunoda0511 i won't even say anything i'm blocking both of you

username101 all grown adults btw

username102 i would've fainted she's like a renaissance painting

username103 dont know if i should be happy or sad that they're officialy together

username104 both because we lost y/n to liam and because the otp became true

username105 HER BEING THE SUPPORTIVE GIRLFRIEND MY HEARTTTTT

username106 i hope they become unhinged asl

username107 new y/n fans will never get to experience liam flirting in her comments and yuki reporting every single one

username108 FRRR like those were a key part in their relationship

username109 me and y/n are in a parasocial relationship btw

username110 they are my parents. no argument.

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liamlawson30 beach day with my stunning beautiful amazing lovely angelic heavenly girlfriend... and her older brother who kind of hates me less now? Tagged: yourusername, yukitsunoda0511

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username111 PRETYYYY

username112 they look 3 feet tall 😭

username113 HELLO?? THE SECOND PIC?? THE FLOWERS?? IM DECEASED

username114 yuki is my husband

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yukitsunoda0511 cringe

yourusername no one asked yuki

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yourusername yeah probably

yukitsunoda0511 I DON'T LOVE LIAM

liamlawson30 stay in denial babe

yukitsunoda0511 do NOT call me babe you blonde fart

yourusername blonde fart??

liamlawson30 first time i heard that one

yukitsunoda0511 shut up i couldn't come up with an insult

liamlawson30 then why'd you have to insult me

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liamlawson30 aren't we friends

yourusername i'm scared what's happening

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yourusername okay then....

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yourusername i'll kill you

yourusername i didn't even say anything

liamlawson30 to be fair you said you'd kill him

yourusername you're supposed to be on my side

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yourusername blushing giggling and kicking my feet rn

yukitsunoda0511 all because he called you love??

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liamlawson30 you're cuter

yukitsunoda0511 you two already had this convo it's getting boring 😐

liamlawson30 i'm glad we're annoying you 🤍

username115 yuki development arc lowkey??

username116 the phone selfie is so adorable omgg

username117 Y/NLIAM CONTENT LETS GOOOOOOO

username118 liam pls tell us everything that happened word by word please

username119 Y/N AND YUKI APPEARANCES LETS FUCKING GOOOO

username120 YES YES YES YES i dont understand why but yeah IM SO HAPPY THEYRE TOGETHER LIKE ITS OFFICIAL OFFICIAL

yourusername i love you so much you look so handsome

liamlawson30 i love you more my beloved princess 🫶 i had so much fun thank you for making it bearable with yuki insulting me every 8 seconds

yourusername anytime dārin 💙

yukitsunoda0511 don't bring japanese into this

liamlawson30 i swear my belt was buckled a second ago

yukitsunoda0511 BLONDIE ITS SO OVER FOR YOU

yourusername seeing you shirtless makes me want to impregnate you

liamlawson30 i'll defy human biology just for you <3

yourusername see ladies this is how a man should be

yukitsunoda0511 who are you talking to

yourusername the audience

yourusername also stop replying to every comment let us have our moment

username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS SHES SO PRETTYA ND LIAM IM MALFUCNTIONING

username122 girl is a fake tsunoda

username123 sigh

username124 waiting for y/n to drop posts of this trip like a wife waiting for her husband's letters from war in the 1900s

username125 HELP

username126 omg i died

username127 SHES WITH LIAM NOW?? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

username128 rest in peace tsunoda y/n, you will be missed. welcome y/n lawson

username129 LEGIT PASSED OUT SHES SO GORGEOUS

username130 cuties omg

yukitsunoda0511 i guess you two are a tiny bit cute afterall

yourusername omg stoppp ty yuki i know how hard this was for you

liamlawson30 but you know what's cuter?

yukitsunoda0511 if i hear you say that she's cuter again i'll mail you into the ocean

liamlawson30 just showing appreciation to my beautiful angelic girlfriend

yourusername love youuu 🫶 🤍

liamlawson30 i love you more 🤍

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username131 im deceased

username132 THE KISS? THE SUNFLOWER?? THE HEADPHONES?? THIS IS TOP TIER LOVE

username133 LETS GO us girlies won yuki can smd

yukitsunoda0511 why are you two kissing? didn't need to see that

liamlawson30 your sister was looking really hot This comment has been deleted

liamlawson30 can't help my love for y/n

yukitsunoda0511 i saw the first comment, blondie. you're on thin ice

username134 gang go check out the y/n and liam update accs they uploaded the whole saga of their love story from the flirting a year ago to him tripping her to the dinner its so cute

username135 the most gorgeous couple

username136 THE SECOND PIC IS SO CUTE HELLO???

username137 liam was winning both ways

username138 PLEASEEEEE

username139 ICONIC.

username140 IUHGBSN????????????

username141 i didnt believe in love until i saw them

username142 FACE CARD IS LETHAL

username143 SUKI WATERHOUSE OMD OMD AND THE LYRICS FIT THEM TOO

username144 SOBBING i love them sm

username145 if glazing them every single second was a crime id be 89 feet under

username146 GOD HAS FAVOURITES !!!

username147 MY HEARTTTT THIS IS SO ADORABLEEE

username148 counting down the days tilll we get y/n appearance in the paddock

username149 the people's princess and her husband

username150 STOP i just realised that yuki liked this ITS OVER WE WON

username151 the aura from them is DIABOLICAL

username152 THATS SO....?? OMG FINALLY THEY CAN FREELY IN LOVE

username153 i NEED a relationship like this (both with my brother and bf)

username154 OMG THATS SO FUNNY KILL ME

username155 i died bc LIAM LIKED BEFORE YUKIII

username156 GET THIS GIRL HER RING liamlawson30 LIKE NOWWWWWW

username157 they need to get married ASAP

liamlawson30 i love you so so so so much

yourusername forever and always

liamlawson30 until the end

yourusername 🫶🫶

liamlawson30 🤍🤍🤍🤍

yukitsunoda0511 my favourite sister and her boyfriend, i guess

liamlawson30 thank you yuki! really appreciate you approving of this relationship

yourusername what about miu

yukitsunoda0511 don't tell her anything...

yourusername fine. but let me go over to liam's house instead of taking my car keys

yukitsunoda0511 fine..

yourusername LIAM HERE I COME

liamlawson30 MY GIRLFRIEND WILL COME OVER TO MY HOUSE

liamlawson30 btw i love you more than anything in this entire universe my angelic heavnely beloved y/n

yourusername i love you more than you'd ever know, pretty boy

yukitsunoda0511 GET A ROOM

minako.tsunoda be nice to your sister yuki

yukitsunoda0511 i'm not 5

yourusername then act like it

liamlawson30 guys stop fighting

yourusername HE STARTED IT

yukitsunoda0511 NO???

yourusername YES???

liamlawson30 now we have to wait while they sort it out

liamlawson30 which could take decades

minako.tsunoda seems like it

username158 FUCKING FUCK OFF THIS IS SO CUTE ALSO THEIR MOM BONDING WITH LIAM???

username159 ok thats it im jumpiing off a cliff

username160 ive never seen something more romantic and its in a fucking instagram post

username161 im actually crying

username162 i love them so much i hope nothing ever happens to them

username163 my heart is paining i cant take this anymore

username164 i need to know what yuki feels about y/n dating his bsf

yourusername they were never friends.

liamlawson30 this worked out better than we thought

yourusername yeah i didnt think we'd get so much love from yuki

yukitsunoda0511 is this sarcasm

yourusername what do you think you shortie

yukitsunoda0511 haha so kind

username165 bye i cant with them

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Who needs true love's kiss when you have a deity!

Summary: Deity reader makes Lilia their familiar to revive him.

TW: Reader kisses Lilia while he's asleep (I swear it's not as weird as it sounds. It's to revive him), Chap 7 spoiler, thing happens to Lilia that I can't specify here cause it's a chap 7 spoiler

Pairing: Lilia x Deity Reader

Note: I'm basing this off of a variety of different media but you'll probably be able to tell that a lot of the inspiration for how everything works and whatnot comes from Kamisama Kiss. However, some of it is also just me bullsh*ting. Also, the pacing is really bad and it's all pretty rushed, but to keep this note short I'll explain more in the note at the end. So, for now, sorry in advance!

The overblot was over, but it appeared that Lilia was as well. That was, until the overwhelming love from his family restarted his heart and whispered air into his lungs.

You watched on as his breathing started once more, but his eyes did not open. His body was revived, but his magic was still weak.

Before you knew it you began walking forward, ignoring Idia's quiet warning that this wasn't the right time. Of course, you knew this was a family matter.

You breezed between Malleus, Silver, and Sebek's forms that were still hunched down over Lilia's body. Before they could ask-

*Kiss*

Malleus and Silver were too shocked to speak, their jaws hanging open. Sebek, however quickly snapped out of his daze. The action was maddening enough, but what was worse was your nonchalant expression as you sat back up on your knees from leaning over Lilia.

In a flash, Sebek had tackled you, pinning you to the ground with fire in his eyes that somehow stayed alight despite the tears trying to drown it.

Chaos erupted once more as people tried to pull Sebek off of your still calm form.

A cough.

Then a groan.

Sebek's fists immediately released your collar as Lilia's form finally came alive.

Lilia shakily tried to sit up and Silver immediately reached behind him to provide support. Sebek rushed over to do the same. The two, joined by Malleus, bawled around Lilia, clutching him tightly as if scared he's slip away again if they let go.

It was a good while later that you finally stood up from where Sebek had had you pinned. You stretched your limbs before wincing slightly and rubbing your lower back. The motion drew attention from the little huddle and Sebek once more got up. He stomped over to you and grabbed your collar, lifting you up slightly.

"YOU-"

"What? Did you want me to let him die again?" One of your arms came up to grip Sebek's wrist just tight enough to make him let you go.

He blinked before his face turned enraged once more, but, before he could lunge at you once more, Malleus spoke up: "Child of man. What was the meaning of your actions? What is this about 'not letting him die once more'"

"Surely you are not arrogant enough to believe that a kiss from you would be one of true love!" Sebek once more barks.

You ignore him and move to kneel next to Lilia. Sebek seems to want to stop you, but Malleus gives him a look and he reluctantly stops. You bring a hand up to Lilia's face and brush his bangs from his forehead, slightly narrowing your eyes as you examine it. Lilia blinks before giving a weak smile and, in an attempt to lighten the mood, jokes: "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Not that anyone here is capable of seeing"

Silver finally speaks up "Prefect. . ."

"Right, sorry. Explanation." you hum, removing your hand from Lilia's forehead "I forged a familiar contract with him." You raise a hand before anyone can freak out "By doing so I transferred a significant amount of my own power to him. He will not die unless I do or the contract is nullified. And, worry not, I will not be facing death anytime soon."

Malleus gives you a doubtful look you'd never seen him direct at you but asks: "Child of man, are you not but a magicless human?"

"I may have never corrected anyone, but I also never said I was- I mean *ahem* no." you clear your throat and clarify properly when you get a handful of agitated looks directed at you. "Anyway, I won't actually expect you to act as a familiar," you look back at Lilia "you will not be forced to do as I say either. That only happens if I put strong emotion and intent behind my words, and I don't plan to do that."

The room falls quiet, the only sound being Idia's quiet, panicked murmurs to himself as he debates if he should leave or not.

"So you kissed me?"

"That's what you focus on-!"

"Yes. That is how the contract is sealed" you cut off Silver's uncharacteristically exasperated comment. "I do apologize for doing so without asking, but I figured it was best to give you the chance to choose."

"Choose?" Malleus mutters.

"If he would like to take my offer, but, also, if he'd like to continue on living."

Malleus, Silver, and Sebek all seem to choke in unison. "What is the meaning of your statement, Human!" Sebek once more grabs your collar, making you sigh.

"You may wish for him to live longer, but, ultimately, it's his choice. I have known many who did not wish to live on after they got a taste of eternity. A long lifespan sounds great until you are actually made to experience it." You once more direct your gaze to Lilia "I will not force you to remain in this existence if it is not what you desire."

"You would kill me?" he ask bluntly, his face somewhat curious and. . .smug?

"No, but I would break the contract. You wouldn't have long after that."

The space around you is unusually quiet and the realization of such makes Lilia scan the room curiously.

"I froze them." you explain "They can hear us, but they won't be able to move or speak. I wish to hear your uninfluenced feelings, Lilia. Of course, if you need time-"

"I accept."

". . .huh?"

"I would be lying if I said I hadn't wished to pass on at points, but. . .I think I can endure a while longer. Afterall, I have yet to see some parts of this world. Nor have I had the chance to see my children finish growing up" his serene and soft expression almost causes a pang in your heart, but then he opens his mouth again "And I have also yet to see them give me grandkids." Lilia cackles.

Despite their frozen states, a blush noticeably creeps onto Silver and Sebek's faces.

"But I have one more question."

"Go ahead."

"If you aren't a human," Lilia smirks and leans in "What are you?~"

With a snap of your fingers the space is unfrozen "It wouldn't be as much fun if I told you." You hum, standing up. A playful pout forms on Lilia's face and you laugh "Alright, Alright. I'm kidding"

A cloud of smoke explodes from your form and when it clears you're attire has been replaced with extravagant silks that drape over your form and drag on the ground making you look nothing short of ethereal. However, what's more alarming are the fox ears now protruding from your head and the nine tails swaying behind you. "I'm a god, of course~"

Perhaps you should have waited to reveal your form so the shrieks of surprise didn't kill your now much more sensitive ears.

Note: I don't think I did very well on the pacing of this one, but I didn't want to make it a whole 50 page manuscript. Anyway, I know the ending is unsatisfying, so if enough people want to see more I'll make another part <3 (I kinda wanna make this a series anyway)

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[afroslacks]

Hi I saw that you were taking requests and I was wondering if you were interested in doing something with girldad smoke whose teen daughter has his negotiation skills and her uncle's smart mouth and hustler mentality getting into trouble at school and reader being upset because obviously she get it from those two

Or a smoke x stack x reader where they are together and they meet readers family who don't know about them and how they react to the relationship maybe throw in an annoying old fling of readers who won't leave her alone

Obviously only if you're interested it's cool if you're not

ou, Smoke, and Stack have been in a relationship for one year. But your relationship is anything but normal. Not many people date two siblings at the same time. So, you’ve decided to keep things private to save yourself from public scrutiny and prying eyes. The boys don’t care, as long as you don’t take your love away — that’s all they want: your love and affection.

You're lying on the couch with Stack holding your feet in his lap and Smoke sitting beside you.

“So, when are we going to tell your parents about us?” Stack asks, breaking the peaceful silence as the three of you watch television.

At the sound of his words, your heart drops at the uncomfortable question. Your eyes bulge.

“What?” you ask, sitting up from your position.

“You heard him. When are you going to introduce us?” Smoke pauses the television and turns to you.

In your mind, you're scrambling to come up with a million excuses to put this meeting off. But ultimately, none of them seem believable.

The twins are anything but stupid — pushy, sure — but stupid? Not a chance in hell.

“Baby, I would love to, but… you know how my family is.”

At your reply, Stack’s face curls in annoyance at your lame excuse, and he moves your feet from his lap.

“Bullshit,” he spits, standing up from the couch.

Smoke silently shakes his head at the situation unfolding. You reach out to place your hand on his arm, but he moves it before you can touch his skin — he feels betrayed by your lies.

“Elijah,” you croak, hurt by your usually silent lover. Smoke has always been the type to still love you, no matter how upset he got. After dating them for a while, you’ve grown used to Stack’s chaotic, unpredictable energy. But you’ve also come to understand the quiet storm that is Smoke.

“Are you ashamed of us or something?” Smoke asks, raising a brow.

You immediately shake your head. “No, baby, I love you both too much for that.”

Stack scoffs at your pretty words. “You sure as hell ain’t acting like it. We wanna be like normal couples and meet your family. Nothing in our lives has been normal or peaceful — except for you.” He confesses this, locking his deep brown eyes onto yours.

You exhale at the weight of his words and start to feel ashamed for trying to shut them out of another part of your life.

“I only said no because my family might not accept our relationship. They may view it as… unnatural,” you explain, looking at them both.

Your family is very religious, while you identify as atheist or agnostic. You’re not as deep into faith as they are. You prefer facts over fiction or fairy tales, which always makes things awkward. Even when you bring up a progressive idea, for some reason, those old folks still fantasize about "the good ol' days."

“So what — we’re supposed to be your dirty little secret until you walk down the aisle and give them a nice surprise?” Smoke asks, not buying your explanation.

“No—” you begin, but Stack cuts you off.

“Are we always supposed to disappear every time you get on FaceTime with them?”

You sigh heavily, trying again.

“I’m not saying—”

Smoke adds in, “Nah, Stack, she wants to keep her famous lie going — you know, that she's 'focusing on herself,' whatever that shit means.”

You shut your mouth, having no good comeback to combat their words.

Instead, you dramatically flop onto the back of the couch, looking at the ceiling and wishing you could rewind time by five minutes.

“Oh, now you ain’t got nothing to say?” Stack crosses his arms, standing in front of the television, refusing to let the conversation die.

After some thought, you come to the conclusion that you have nothing left to lose. So, reluctantly, you agree.

“Okay.”

The Moore twins break into big grins.

One week later

You sit in the passenger seat of Smoke’s car as Stack leans forward from the back like an eager kid, eyes glued to your family home. Then he shifts his attention to your queasy, uneasy face.

“Calm down, we’ll behave,” he snickers, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing his thumb soothingly.

You hastily push his hand away.

“Not right now, Stack. I don’t have time for your games. When we get inside, I need you to behave,” you say, turning to look at him directly.

You don’t even glance at Smoke — he knows better. He doesn’t act like a crazy man.

“Whatever. Let’s go. I’m ready to meet my in-laws,” Stack says as he gets out of the car. Then he opens your door, standing there with his hand out, ready for you to place your palm in his.

You look at him reluctantly, then slowly place your hand in his, wondering if it’s too late to back out.

Sensing your hesitation, both twins each grab one of your arms and begin walking you toward the door.

“Don’t run now — we haven’t even made it to the door yet,” Smoke says, tightening his grip.

Stack firmly knocks.

Moments later, your mother opens the door with a smile — which quickly fades when she sees your uneasy face.

“Honey, what’s wrong? I thought you said we were meeting your lover.”

You say nothing, heart racing, hoping she picks up on the situation herself.

She looks past you to the twins.

“Hello. I’m Elijah, and this is my brother Elias. We’re both taken with your child,” Smoke says in the most gentlemanly voice possible.

Your mother looks back at you, eyes wide — and promptly faints.

“Mama!” you cry, breaking free from the boys to check on her.

Leaning over her, you place a hand on her forehead. Then you turn to the twins, frustration bubbling.

“Now do you see why I didn’t want you to meet them?” you scoff, then turn back toward your mother. “Monica, what are you doing on the floor?” you hear your father call out as his footsteps approach.

Just when you think the day can’t get any worse, it does.

You remember — all of this started just because they were so desperate to meet your family.

Stack mutters, “Baby, your mama’s dramatic, and I don’t even know her yet,” adjusting his clothes.

Then your father finally appears at the door. He takes one look at the twins, then down at you.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks, staring at you with a mix of anger and disappointment.

You focus on your mother, unable to meet his eyes.

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hi i’m not sure if you’re taking requests but if you are you can do this for either charles or arthur but i know july 17th is a pretty hard day for them because of jules but how would if even of them feel if they had a gf whose birthday was on july 17th? again if you’re not taking requests you can ignore this i also do love your fics they’re amazing

A/N: Oh anon, this is so sweet and sore at the same time. I went for the sweeter side of it, we don't need any more angst on an already sad day. I hope you enjoy it! Inbox is open 🫶

Bittersweet

\You never liked making a big deal out of your birthday — not really. But this year, it wasn’t because of modesty or discomfort.

It was because of the date: July 17th.

You hadn’t thought much of it until you started dating Charles. Until you found out what that day meant to him. The kind of scar it left behind.

Jules Bianchi. The friend who was more than family. The one Charles idolized, who he lost far too young. Every interview, every documentary, every quiet moment Charles shared about him — they all painted a picture of someone unforgettable. A light gone too soon.

So when you realized that your birthday fell on the same day Jules passed… your heart sank.

You’d never admit it out loud, but part of you wished you could move the day. Skip it. Fade into the background and let Charles have the space he needed to grieve without the added pressure of trying to celebrate you.

So when he asked, a few days before, what you wanted to do for your birthday, you just smiled softly and said, “Nothing big. I’m happy just spending it with you. We can lay low.”

He had nodded. “Of course, amour. Whatever you want.”

You’d meant it. And yet…

The morning of July 17th

You wake to the smell of coffee. The Monaco sunlight spills through the half-drawn curtains, golden and gentle. You stretch under the covers, still drowsy, expecting to roll over and find Charles lying beside you, half-asleep, maybe curled up in that way he does when the world feels too heavy.

But the bed beside you is empty — still warm, but no Charles.

Before you can call out, the door opens.

He walks in carefully, shirtless, hair messy from sleep, holding a tray with two mugs, a small pastry plate, and a single white tulip laid delicately across a napkin.

Your heart squeezes.

“Happy birthday, mon amour,” he says quietly, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I made you breakfast.”

You sit up slowly, blinking at him. “Charles…”

“I know,” he says, placing the tray on your lap gently. “You were worried. I could see it.”

You look down, a bit ashamed. “It didn’t feel right to celebrate. Not today.”

He sits beside you, reaching out to take your hand in his.

“For a long time, I hated this day,” he says softly. “I would wake up with a weight on my chest. Every July 17th felt like… the world reminding me of what I lost.”

You squeeze his hand. “I don’t want to take any of that space away from you.”

He shakes his head. “You’re not taking anything from me. You’re giving me something.”

You glance up, confused.

“Light,” he says simply. “Hope. A reason to smile on a day that used to only hurt.”

Your throat tightens.

“I still miss him. Every day. I always will.” He reaches for your cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But I think… I think Jules would have wanted me to feel love on this day. To not let grief take everything.”

Tears prick your eyes.

“He was love,” Charles whispers. “And now, so are you.”

You don’t speak. You just lean forward and kiss him, soft and slow, grateful and aching. He kisses you back like it’s the only thing that matters — like love can hold the weight of memory and joy at the same time.

And maybe it can.

The rest of the day is quiet.

He takes you for a walk through Monaco’s quieter corners, avoiding the usual crowds and flashing cameras. There’s no big party, no extravagant display — just small, sweet moments.

Hand-in-hand on the cobbled streets. Fresh fruit from the market. Laughter as he insists on carrying everything, even your handbag.

You pause at a small garden tucked behind a stone church — one Charles says Jules used to love. He lights a candle there.

You watch him in silence, letting him have that moment.

Then he turns and looks at you, eyes shining, and reaches for your hand again.

And you think: This is what love looks like. This is how grief grows softer.

That evening

He makes dinner. (Okay — he tries. It’s mostly you guiding him through pasta sauce instructions while he pouts over a slightly burnt garlic bread.)

And after dinner, you find a small cake waiting on the kitchen bench.

Not store-bought. Not perfect. But homemade. From scratch.

Your eyes go wide. “Did you—?”

He shrugs. “It’s not beautiful. But I wanted it to be from me.”

It’s perfect.

You blow out the candle. One flame, one wish, and Charles kisses your cheek just as the wax melts into the frosting.

Later, wrapped in blankets on the couch, his head resting on your shoulder, Charles whispers:

“Do you know what I thought when I realized your birthday was today?”

You turn slightly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “What?”

“I thought maybe… it was the universe’s way of giving something back. I lost someone I loved on this day. But then I found you.” His voice cracks. “It’s not a replacement. Nothing ever could be. But… it’s healing. Having you.”

Tears blur your vision.

“I hope it’s not ruined for you,” he adds quickly. “Your birthday.”

You shake your head. “Not ruined. Never. It’s… it’s bittersweet. But beautiful.”

He presses a kiss to your collarbone. “Then I’ll make it beautiful every year.”

And he does. Every July 17th after that holds both light and shadow. A memory, a flame, and a love that never tries to erase what came before — only to soften it.

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[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

BBC: So David Walliams repeatedly did a Nazi salute at a wilty taping... Me: My, what a shocking and unexpected thing to happen. How could the people who booked him have known.

My favourite thing about this situation is that every report coming from it describes both the other comedians performing AND the in-house audience as all developing the Sims "creeped out" moodlet.

One part of the show saw Call The Midwife actress Helen George, who took part in Strictly Come Dancing in 2015, being given a prompt to suggest she had sprained her wrist "from waving too much during the Strictly tour".

She then had to try to convince the opposing team that her anecdote was true.

After demonstrating the wave, which purportedly left her with an injury, she was told that it was "too little" and was encouraged to make a bigger gesture.

"Some other panellist was talking when David Walliams started doing the Nazi salute," Topan told the BBC. "I was shocked at what I had seen."

There were "patches of quietened gasps and awkward half-laughs and broken clapping" in the audience, they said.

The show's host, Gavin & Stacey star Rob Brydon, then told Walliams the show would be broadcast before the 9pm watershed, effectively suggesting his behaviour was not suitable for a family TV audience.

However, as the discussion about George's experience continued, Walliams made the gesture again, adding a sexual gesture with his other hand.

It's understood the exchange landed awkwardly in the studio. "The atmosphere was uncomfortable and weird," Topan said.

"I think Rob Brydon wanted to get past it as quickly as he could. David Walliams' team-mates looked unsure what to do and were not laughing... It was like an elephant in the room after that as the incident was early on in the recording and so the remainder of the show felt weird."

Article here. I'm impressed with them not pussy footing around with any "allegedly/what appears to be" bullshit too, they're straight in with "bitch did a Nazi salute twice." I also love how it finishes with "This is the first time Walliams has been on terrestrial telly since being a cunt to BGT contestants in 2022" with the heavy implication of "so he probably wanted to make a grab at relevance."

Anyway. Back into the cupboard with him.

[lassiie]

HACKER!STEPBRO HEESEUNG - TRAPPED.

The one where your antisocial stepbro pretends he's not obsessed—while secretly hacking you, jerking off to your secrets, and discovering about your desire. He’s obsessed… And you'll use it.

BEST TO READ IN DARK MODE FOR EFFECTS

CONTENT ↠ nsfw! mdni!, smut, angsty toxic Heeseung, obsessive, psychosexual dark vibes step bro Heeseung, stalker heeseung, if I can't have you no one can typpa heeseung, deep voyeurism kink, needy/pervy/manipulative reader, strong depiction of fantasies, sexual tension, consensual edging, p in the v, overstimulation, , light choking, public act, bad behavior's reader.

WORDCOUNT ↠ 9k (not proof read enough.. damn...)

Was literally obsessed with those two songs when writing this : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/4OFZVvqlg84Czl7td7XddK?si=rakigTTnSJyY8CnPyp8A7w

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Heeseung barely glanced up the first time you met.

Not when your mom introduced you, her laugh sharp and grating over the clink of designer glassware. Not when she called you her little angel, like she hadn’t spent the last decade ignoring your existence like a piece of cloth begging to be brought back because it’s trendy now. And definitely not when you smiled at him like you actually meant it.

He just slouched further into his hoodie—hood up, sleeves covering half his hands like armor. Said something that might’ve been “hey,” but it sounded more like : I don’t give a shit.

You smiled anyway. Quiet, composed. Like you didn’t notice he hadn’t met your eyes yet, and didn’t the color of his iris. He had a good face for sure. And a nice name, Heeseung. Hee—seung. 

Let’s try not to forget it… 

He’s Heeseung, the one who doesn't match the luxury flooring or manicured smiles. Heeseung, who looked more interested in his phone screen, than the pricy piece of steak he just got served.

You—

You were different. And Heeseung noticed.

Because other girls — especially the daughters of his father’s revolving door of Stepford wives — always played the same game: almost flirty, too fake, self-obsessed, and excited to be part of the family. You… You where calmer. Almost shy and ashamed to call your mom, “mom”. You, you also where interested in his presence, slightly tapping his feet with yours, giving him almost an apologetic doe eyes, like “sorry that my shameless mom, got a grip on your already married dad just to milk him dry…” 

But it’s not like he divorced his mom. And not like you where the first one. Generally other step-sis or bro never asked about him. Never cared to know what lay beneath the hoodie tortured kid style he arbored.

You?

You looked at him like he was a person. Like you saw something he didn’t even believe was still there. And with months, and then a year, like maybe… you liked what you saw.

You asked questions. Not the fake kind. Real ones.

“You coded that game on your own?”

“You really won a national contest?”

“That glitch mechanic you added… Did you write it from scratch?”

He wasn’t used to that kind of attention. Not anymore.

You leaned over his laptop one afternoon, wide-eyed, genuinely impressed. Your breath warm on his shoulder, the scent of vanilla and soft detergent clinging to your hoodie — one he was almost sure used to be his.

“You’re kind of a genius,” you’d said, and smiled that smile. Soft. Easy. Like you weren’t afraid of him. 

Cause why would you be ? You were always so nice and caring to him. Would bring him a plate of food when his dad never cared to check once. left post-it of lovely pep talk before exams— which made him smile for the first time in a decade. And how you would sit silently with him after he got scolded for positioning second on the honor board. Your hand was always soft and peachy smelly when stroking his hair like he wasn’t eight months older. And your eyes, so sweet when meeting them.

You weren’t supposed to make him feel things. 

And he wasn’t supposed to want someone like you.

But there you were. not just prim — but infuriatingly so. You weaponize it. You make being stuck-up look like a goddamn virtue. All perfect posture and polite smiles. Still something was off. Like, how you made him open up to you but never really talk about yourself, your life, your past. Acting all mysterious, and evasive when he got curious and turning tables on him.

You, you made him feel… watched. Seen. Known. And he didn’t like not knowing you back. Because he needed to know everything, It was pathological. Every variable that may have disturbed his life, every secret. And you, you were the unknown variable, the only one he couldn’t figure it out.

And the worst part?

Heeseung couldn't match you. He wasn’t good with people. Never had been. So make you open up… never. He even got tense in crowds. Even if girls liked him, he wasn't good at maintaining relationships beyond hookups. He could throw a punch, sure—but he'd rather let his opponent walk off with a smirk, too bored to bother. But he was good at something. Systems. Code. Surveillance.

So he broke the rules he promised himself not to, with you. He hacked your devices. 

He shouldn’t have connected to them. Shouldn’t have hijacked your phone. Shouldn’t have hacked your webcam feed like it was just another game level to conquer.

It started innocent-ish. Really. Some harmless digital snooping. New mother, new stepsister, weird vibes, potential threat to his peace and privacy — totally justifiable. But your passwords were laughable. The kind of thing a middle schooler could crack. 

Seriously. “Bookworm123”?

Please. 

After all he was Mr. Cybersecurity Prodigy. Award-winning code monkey. VPN for his VPN, two-factor-auth god.

And he peeked. Just a little…

Your instagram private account, that your mom swore you didn’t have because “socials medias was too destructive for her future doctor of a child.”

Your spotify. Pinterest boards. You’re files.

like essays about behavioral neuroscience and a note named “journaling” : Plans. Rage. Angry rebellion written between textbook reviews. Your escape plan : college far away, control of your own life, zero influence from Barbie and her string of Stepdads. How you craved more. Your identity crisis, GPA fetishist, and how competitive you were to the point of mania. Basically, a mirror of Heeseung in the shape of someone who tried to play the hero of his narrative.

Then, it got worse.

Because curiosity became fixation. He was too deep for it not to be.

On sleepless nights, Heeseung discovered things he absolutely shouldn't.

That his straight A’s and volunteering hours stepsister — was actually sneaking off to frat party with her friends, just feel alive, get waisted and let some sophomore finger her.

The music you fall asleep to, your “fuck” playlist too — the one you wouldn’t admit to owning even under threat of death.

That habit of yours to flirt with strangers like you had a death wish or just want to be ruined so badly being jailed would be for your own good. 

That you send cropped pics, no face — just enough tits and thighs, to creeps then ghost them when they beg to meet, just to feel seen.

And he knew the kind of porn you watched on school nights, after wishing him sweet dreams. Earphones on, lips between your t-shirt collar like you’re scared someone might hear you in that big mansion. And what killed him is how fucking rough it is. Spit. Hair-pulling. Throat-fucking. Girls like you weren’t supposed to want that. Girls like you were supposed to blush and look away, like when he got too close. You’re supposed to be horrified at things like that — not get off to it at 1:38 a.m.

He discovered your texts with that secret boyfriend of yours. How badly he treated you, and you’d let him just to feel owned, loved. Knews when you sneak late-night FaceTimes with your shirt half-off and your hand between your thighs playing loyal girlfriend just for him and his pathetic dick.

And Heeseung? He was obsessed by this version of you, the one he didn’t even dare to fantasise about, that you gave him on a plate.

Your selfcare sessions got him hard under his desk. Got him jerking off to the way your fingers curled around your own throat in the dim hue of your bedroom, playing at power, pretending you didn’t crave being broken open.

You were too good at pretending. Sitting across from him, blouse crisp, smiling like a poetry award was the climax of your week. What a goddamn lie. 

But at least he’d seen you now. Most of you. And knew better about your issues. But something in him snapped. Because this wasn’t just about obsession anymore. It wasn’t about lust. about protection.

It was about you. 

And how you made him feel real again.

How he now had a purpose.

You didn’t flinch when he glared. Didn’t avoid him at dinner. You just smiled, slid him your extra fries, and asked about the AI competition like it mattered. You looked at him like he was a person. Not a project. Not a problem. Not a hacker, not a delinquent, not some mistake his father regretted.

And that… made you dangerous. Because you now were a necessity,  he cared about. He did want to protect you.

And he wanted to own you.

To erase the line between your bedroom and his. Between your thoughts and his access. Between your gasps at night and his name.

You weren’t supposed to get close. You weren’t supposed to care.

And he wasn’t supposed to fall for you. 

Fall for you?

...

But now what ?

You were the virus in his system.

The girl who said “good job” when he didn’t ask for praise. Who laughed when no one else did. Who touched his shoulder once—just once—and left him with a twitch in his fingers he couldn’t debug.

But you were a line of code he couldn’t rewrite. A live feed he couldn’t turn off.

And maybe, if he watched long enough—if he memorized every breath, every sigh, every single unguarded look—you wouldn’t disappear like the others.

Maybe, if he learned your pattern…he could break you open before you broke him.

And maybe, just maybe, you’d want him to. Even if it meant losing something. Even if it meant pulling you into the dark with him… and never letting you go.

Now you were sitting across from him. You spare him a glance while structuring your salad like a freak, with those doe eyes and he’s hard. Hard at a family dinner while they talked business.

Suddenly his breath catches your feet touching under the table. Like questioning, you good ?

Yeah it’s me, Heeseung. That sweet voice of yours haunting his head. 

His foot slides slower in between your legs mindlessly and when you almost jolt, he realizes. 

“gotta go sleep.” he blurred, rushing off the table. “Tomorrow is exam day.”

Fuck, he wants more. More of your secrets.More of you—the real you.

So he turned on your webcam, night after night, and your phone’s, and tab. like you were his favorite streamer, his favorite radio mc, the best sound to sleep. Like you wanted him to fantasise, think of it every night… 

You were stretched across your bed, laughing into your phone, wearing nothing but a tank and panties, circling your finger on your belly mindless. The way girls do when they forget they’re being watched.

You laid out your clothes for the next day like some little honor-roll princess—giggling when your friend called you a chaebol, and you shrug her off. 

But the way you lingered on the lace you never wear… the silk you only sleep on alone… the sheer pieces he has never seen— holding them up to your chest, slow movements like the reflection was his to tell you what to wear. It was fucking foreplay. You were a fucking siren, with your fucking hair finally down, and those dumb big scare glasses off. 

And him ?

Heeseung…

He was already crashing on the rocks. He was a black-hat addict no-full-blown cyber-pervert. rock hard, mindlessly stroking his bulge at the sheer form of you in unmatched underwears.

So innocent. So mine.

Some days later, you knocked on his door while your parents were off circling the globe, allergic to stillness and obligations. Your hair was tied up but messier than usual, cheeks sun-kissed, eyes almost red—like you’d cried.

God, if someone made you cry… I’d kill them.

You held two glasses of soda, dripping with condensation. No way you could deny you’d been pacing by his door for the last hour.

“What are you up to, genius? I’m bored,” you said, voice half-curious, half-something else.

Heeseung—fool, addict, liar—let you in. Let you get too close. Showed you things he shouldn’t because you asked with that look that made him feel like a god, not a glitch. But also made him wonder who had made you sad enough to want to change your mind.

Still, you smiled at his screens like they were art. Touched his keyboard like it was sacred. No step-sister had ever looked at him like that before—hell, no one actually had. Fuck, he needed to focus. Focus on you, not you.

“You really made all this?”

He nodded, trying not to smirk, trying not to shake. His fingers danced across the keys like a seduction.

“Wanna see something fun?”

A window blinked open. He typed some commands, and grainy footage appeared: the neighbor’s yard. Middle-aged man with hedge clippers, snipping bonsai like manicuring his soul.

He tapped more keys. Suddenly, sprinklers roared to life. The neighbor shrieked, dropped the shears, and bolted.

You burst out laughing, collapsing into him, palm against his chest. That sound—reckless, sweet—made something snap inside him. It wasn’t just pride. It was possession. You weren’t weirded out. You liked it. Liked him. Not the fake polite way. The way that made him want to caress your cheek and kiss those red eyes.

But he was a coward—or your strongest soldier, as he liked to call himself. One who wanted you close, for good, not some fling you’d regret like the others he barely tolerated. No, he wanted you for life—and he was in the perfect position, as long as your parents behaved.

Then your eyes met. Dangerous idea sparking. You dared him with your gaze, then dashed out of his room.

“Try it on my bedroom camera!” you shouted, disappearing down the hall, hoodie flapping like a flag.

Fuck. If only you knew he was already connected.

Moments later — Cam03: Her Bedroom Feed lit up.

You stood in front of the lens—he used to fuck himself to thoughts of you—starry-eyed as he purposefully reactivated the red dot, signaling it was on. Made a mental note to re-enable it later.

You waved. Smiled like sin. Mouthing: “See me?”

He choked. Because yes—he saw you. Always had. But now? Now you saw him.

Like you always knew.

You reached for your top, lifted the hem just enough to flash bare skin, then darted out of frame, laughing like it was a game.

His chest burned. Panic and arousal mixed in his bloodstream like a drug. Heeseung’s brain broke.

But he didn’t shut it down. He couldn’t. Instead, he gave in. His trembling fingers dimmed your room’s lights, shifting godspeed to soft pink. He knew it was your favorite. Knew too much.

Then he started your playlist—the one with soft beats, gentle melody, moonstruck, your favorite.

You paused in the doorway. Turned just enough for the camera to catch you again. Smiled with pure fascination, like a kid. You should’ve been afraid. But you weren’t.

You looked at the cam again, really looked, like he was the sweetest boy, and you didn’t care much what he was capable of—because it was him.

You walked back to his door, dripping sunlight and mischief.

“That was so cool,” you said, high-fiving him like your heart wasn’t thundering. Like you hadn’t just exposed the darkest part of him and come back wanting more. “Can you, like… track people? Their phones or whatever?”

Heeseung blinked. “I-if their GPS is on. Or if they ping the network.”

You tilted your head. Bit your lip. “…Wanna play hide and seek?”

He scoffed in disbelief, but there was a glint behind his eyes—half challenge, half thrill. Like he’d just been dared to play a game he already knew the rules to.

He grabbed his laptop. The mansion was too big. Too full of shadows, quiet corners. A maze of marble, high ceilings, inherited guilt.

Heeseung sat somewhere, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

You texted him: “find me.” One signal. One flare. Then silence.

He tracked you through your phone GPS—chose not to use the hallway cams, even though he easily could have. Something intimate, invasive, about watching your little red dot move on his map. Every time he walked to you was an ode to the game only you two could play.

Library.

“Checkmate. You’re here.”

“Wow! So you really can!”

West Wing.

“If I’m facing a mirror, it’s too easy… not even fun.”

“Fuck…”

Wine Cellar.

“If you’re trying to get drunk, pick the 2007 Bordeaux.”

You laughed.

The pool.

He stuck to the GPS. The red dot blinking. Stalling. Then disappearing.

You texted: “find me now.”

His screen dimmed like the whole house was holding its breath.

Heeseung’s pulse quickened. GPS cut out. No new pings. He tried again. Twice. Three times. Nothing.

Every nerve in his body was a wire of curiosity. The air heavy with chlorine and humidity as he stepped toward the pool deck, leaving his computer by the bar.

Then he found it—your phone, face down on the stone near the pool.

But you, where—

“Got you!” You leapt.

Laughter, bare legs, hoodie off. Heeseung didn’t have time to react before you crashed into him—both of you tumbling into the water with a splash that shattered the silence.

You surfaced first, grinning like a devil. “You can’t find me if I don’t want you to, huh?” you teased, flicking water at him.

Heeseung stared at you, laughing mid-cough. Clothes heavy. Hair plastered to his forehead. The water clung to your skin in a way that made his hands twitch under the surface. You floated closer then. Then reached out and hooked your fingers in his bangs, stroking them like you always did. Then tugging gently.

“How about I cut your hair?” you whispered, too close to him not to have his eyes linger on your lips. “We’re starting university soon. Can’t show up like some code-goblin, right?”

He snorted. But you two didn’t move. Just watched each other's souls for too long. Heart hammering. Skin burning. You were in his pool. In his arms now. In his system.

“Are you okay?”

He, with the most considering eyes a family member ever gave you. But you just nodded to his biggest displeasure. Something was wrong, yeah.

Actually, everything was wrong. And surely something was wrong with you. You felt trapped. In your studies, in your relationship, in these always-new families, in your boring unstable life. You wanted more. More attention, more love, more recognition, more freeness, just more…

You weren't special like Heeseung. You couldn’t clap your fingers and get that video back from your so-called boyfriend—he threatened to leak it if you ever thought of leaving him again. Couldn’t clap your fingers and make a scholarship appear on your forms for university, and couldn’t clap your fingers to make you go to your best choice without the biggest loan you can think about.

But it was better to tell him everything was okay. Because if you didn't fake it… you’d be dead by now.

And maybe it’s the weather, or his concerned look, or his trembling hands on your ribs—not too low, not too high. But it felt good being with Heeseung, even better seeing the way he looked at you—you really had a problem.

“Can you… like… if I ever asked you…”

“What?” He came closer, almost locking in his hands. “Tell me…”

“If someday I needed you, would you… like… help me if I have something very complicated to solve... like… you know, math.” You laughed it off like you weren't about to ask him to get that sextape back.

He nodded so obediently it hurt. Fuck, you had him in the palm of your hand without doing anything more than just letting him watch. Deny his ever-growing desire. Playing this game you caught him in.

Yeah… maybe you really were what your mom made out of you… sadly.

After that, Heeseung was like a man on a mission. He hacked every piece of info he could find on that deep shit. Until he found it… your complicated math exercise…

A tap of you and him. Filmed like you weren’t aware of it. Heeseung couldn’t find the courage to watch it…

Until he did.

And it was everything he ever fantasized doing with you.

I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him.

That guy needed to be out of your life.

Now.

He could frame him for anything he wanted. Crash his Tesla. His mind was spiraling as he bit on his nail, replaying that video again and again and again. Zooming on you.

I’ll protect you.

First, you needed an escape. Easy—that guy already cheated on you with so many girls, it was easy for you to catch him. So he wrote a fantasy he hoped you’d fall for. He drafted messages from your bf’s phone. A fake date. Something sweet, just enough like your boyfriend to pass.

“Meet me tonight baby girl. Just us. Let’s talk. 9PM. My room.”

“Baby girl…” you hated that name, but still couldn’t refuse him. And now Heeseung understood.

You saw it, and for a second, you believed. He watched you re-read it, then start getting ready—lip gloss, that fluttery dress, even that nervous little smile like it still meant something.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend was across campus, buried in someone else. Moaning her name. Careless, as always.

Heeseung watched it all—your hope fading when you opened that door, his betrayal, his choke. Your silence. Her grasp. One earbud in, one eye on every camera feed you both could offer.

You left the place in a rush, your phone starting to buzz as Heeseung watched every message your now-ex boyfriend sent you. You found yourself drifting in a club. You needed air, music, and drinks.

The music wasn’t even that good, your drink, not that strong. You didn’t plan to dance. And you didn’t plan for some no-brain guy with smooth hands to hit on you.

And you almost let him have his way near the bathrooms. Just to forget the sound of your phone. Forget that you had to go back to that guy until he decided he’d had enough or leaked the tape.

Almost.

Until Heeseung’s hand was on your wrist, showing up out of nowhere to pull you away.

“Heeseung?”

He got you out of the club, his hand digging into your wrist. The car ride was dead silent. Heeseung looked pissed. You were hollow, but not dumb. And you let him snap.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

You didn’t answer.

“... Don’t you have a bf?”

Still silent. Tears welled up before you could blink them back, and Heeseung was at a loss for words. Yeah, it was that easy to shush him—crocodile cries easy.

“Stop crying…” he muttered, but he looked panicked now. Like your tears were acid on his skin. “Tell me what’s going on?”

Like he didn’t know.

But you had to play it well. Make him do it tonight, and no other night.

“He cheated…”

“Then leave him…”

“I can’t…” Hee looked at you with fake wonder. “He filmed me once… and…”

He nodded, enough to tell you you didn’t need to keep going.

When you got home, Heeseung took your hand before you stormed into your room, and he watched you—really watched—and got in a hug. Caressing your hair, getting closer to your ear, “I'll help you.”

You almost feared he could feel your smile. You detached your head with the saddest questioning expression.

“I’ll protect you,” he said, the heaviest stare he ever gave you.

You just nodded like you weren’t expecting much. When you actually wanted exactly what he gave you.

Back in your room, you kept re-seeing Heeseung’s expression. Almost mad, almost dangerous.

And you. You wanted more. You wanted everything—not just protection, but revenge. Revenge for the time you lost on that guy, for your virginity you couldn’t bring back, for the stress… for everything.

So you opened your laptop. Placed your phone next to it like it’s part of the performance. You know he’s watching.

You know.

Heeseung, on his part, got in his room ready to execute the next part of his plan when the ping of your camera alerts him. But tonight is not the night. After seeing you like that, he doesn't want to do that.

So he started to undress. Until—

“Heeseung?”

His head snapped to his monitor. WTF.

“You’re here, no? I mean, you’re watching.”

He almost fell on the ground, unable to walk straight to his computer.

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

The webcam light doesn’t flicker on right away when you open it.

You look at your reflection. This webcam is better than the last time you used it. Wide-angle. Pretty high-def. You can see almost your entire room. Bed. Closet. Console. The mirror angled just right to show the bathroom.

God. You made it so easy for him.

You let your fingers lazily drift to your dress straps. In a slow reveal. You watch yourself in the camera—legs tucked just right to keep mystery intact. Eyes locked on the return. You open your—

“You like it when I do that?” You looked almost innocent doing it. What the fuck were you doing, Heeseung’s mind screamed. “You want more?”

Heeseung was stunned. Too many questions. Too many desires.

He didn’t even respond, his hand mindlessly disconnecting your camera’s red dot and reconnecting again like Morse.

“Then ruin him for me. Make him as ashamed as I was.”

You were pulling his obsession like strings. A puppet master in silk cloth. The light on the webcam flickered once again.

You smiled, slowly nodding. “Good night, Heeseung.” Shut it all down.

By morning, half the campus was infected with a juicy little virus: dozens of very compromising photos of your now-ex, including a special feature of him being pegged by none other than his mom’s best friend.

Iconic.

The breakup text? Already sent. Blocked him before your brain even had a chance to process.

You didn’t see him all day. No dinner, no open door when you brought snacks. Nothing.

Maybe you really fucked up. Poor Heeseung, thinking you were innocent, only to find out you were just like everyone else—grey, messy, complicated.

But just before bed, your phone lit up. A note. Your password written clear on the screen.

You sat frozen, eyes flickering between the note that started typing on its own, and the webcam pointed right at you.

“I’ll always protect you.”

Then, an mp4 file popped up. Your lips curved into a shy smile.

You almost said something, but instead, you tapped beneath his words:

“Thank you, Heeseung. I don’t know what I’d have done if you weren’t there.”

The cursor blinked, paused—like he was thinking hard about what to say next.

“I protect what’s mine.”

Your eyes drifted to the webcam. “Am I?”

“Aren’t you?”

Your gaze dropped shyly, biting your lip to keep the smile from slipping out. Fuck, it was hot—this obsessive, protective boy who’d kill for you.

“I am…” you breathed, fingers playing with the thin straps of your dress.

“Maybe?”

Slowly, you peeled it off. No bra. No panties. Just you—bare, glowing in the soft light of your screen.

Heeseung’s side: panting mess. Trembling. Rock hard. Watching was always intense, but this? His brain shorted out. Every movement you made poured fuel on the fire in his chest—the way you loosened your hair, slid off your glasses, shy but teasing.

Your voice slipped through his headphones like a spell.

“Tell me what you want,” you breathed. “I’ll do it. As a thank you.”

He was nearly feral, watching you perched like a dream made just for him. But now you wanted him to take the lead. For once, you wanted control handed over.

And for a long, heavy moment, silence.

Then, a new line in your notes:

“Anything?”

You nodded, lips parting.

Another line.

“Touch yourself.”

“For me.”

You rose, heading for your bed.

Then:

“No. Here.”

You sat back down. Fully exposed. The chair never felt colder. The electricity on your skin was undeniable—the weight of someone watching, devouring every move.

You shivered. Something folded inside, vulnerable but not scared.

Then your screen flickered.

A video opened.

Porn.

But not just any porn. A girl like you—same frame, soft lighting. She was in a gaming chair, legs parted, cat headphones, a pink toy buzzing between her thighs. Moaning like she’d been waiting for eyes to watch.

You blinked. The message was loud and clear.

Your breath caught—not shocked, but challenged.

Back to the webcam—doe eyes, tempted. Your fingers traced lower, hips shifting, copying her exact position. Mimicry never felt so twisted.

You didn’t hesitate. Your fingers moved.

Heeseung watched like it was a live confession. Pupils dilated, chest heaving, gripping himself tight, trying not to explode too soon.

A message appeared:

“Slower.”

You obeyed, breath shaking, already slick with every stroke.

Another message:

“Fuck, you’re shaking.”

You were. Legs twitching, spine arching against the chair.

You never thought you’d go this far, but he was puppeteering you with his commands.

Then:

“I’ve never seen you like this. Fuck. I want to cum in you. In that chair. Just like that.”

You groaned, eyes fluttering shut, but forced them open—locking onto the lens like it was him.

Another message:

“I want you ruined. For anyone else. Say it.”

You moaned, fingers freezing.

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

“Say it again,” he typed.

“I’m yours, Heeseung.”

The pressure built—right at the edge—

Then:

“Stop.”

“Don’t cum.”

Your breath hitched. You froze mid-stroke, legs trembling.

Another line:

“I said stop. If anyone makes you cum tonight—it’s me.”

Your fingers hovered, shaking. The ache burned deep in your thighs, stomach taut.

But you stopped.

Because his word mattered more than your desire now.

Your screen blinked.

“Get your toy.”

You swallowed, nodded, reached into your drawer.

The vibrator was familiar—sleek, pink, faintly scented from your date-night oil. You rubbed it, coating it with your wetness, then slid it slowly inside, breath heavy.

Then the toy buzzed. Flickered. Came alive.

You gasped—he was controlling it.

Before you could say a word, it pulsed hard. Your body jerked, chair creaking beneath you. Your grip tightened on the arms as pleasure rolled through you like a whip.

“That’s it,” he typed. “Don’t touch it. Just take it.”

You moaned—too much, too fast—your body trembling, legs spreading without control. The sounds you made were filthy, desperate.

Heeseung’s fingers typed again.

“Grip the chair.”

You obeyed.

The toy buzzed harder, relentless and cruel.

“Look at the camera.”

Tears pricked, but you held his gaze—through that little glowing lens. Your thighs trembled, breath catching—

He knew.

He memorized every sound, every gasp, every twitch.

Your climax hit like an explosion—so fierce your back arched from the chair. Toes curled, lips parted in a silent cry.

If only you could hear it—the gasp, the groan, the shuddering moan from his room. Rooms apart, perfectly synced.

You collapsed back against the seat, chest heaving.

The toy powered down. The room fell silent but electric. Only the Notes app stayed open. One final line appears:

“I know your body better than anyone ever will.”

You smile, eyes rolling, calming yourself. You’re still catching your breath when your phone buzzes.

Unknown Caller.

You smirk. Answer it without hesitation.

Hee,” you whisper, lazy satisfaction dripping from your tone.

You hear him—shaky, panting, like the edge nearly broke him. “Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck… You’re so pretty. So fucking pretty. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

His voice is hoarse, frayed with restraint. You picture him—still burning from his climax, hand resting low, skin flushed.

“You drive me insane. Every breath you take, every moan...” He watches you lift your thighs, tucking yourself shyly behind them like a girl playing innocent. “It’s mine. You’re mine. Don’t you get it? I want you so bad I—fuck—I can’t even—”

You cut in softly.

“Heeseung,” you murmur, voice smooth like silk sliding over a blade. “I never said I was yours...”

Silence.

You lean in, sugar-sweet, doe eyes locked on the lens, like you don’t quite know what you’re doing.

“You think this makes me yours?”

He breathes hard. You swear you hear the tension in his throat—how he swallows that growl.

“Then what?” he whispers. “What do I have to do?”

You hum, hiding your face in your thighs, thoughtful. “I’ll know.”

Heeseung almost chokes. “You’re playing with me.”

You tilt your head.

“Of course I am, Hee. Isn’t that what you like? What we always did? Playing games.” Your voice softens, teasing, the tone that always breaks him. “You’re obsessed, Hee. But to own me?” you shake your head slowly. “You’ll have to do more than just watch me cum on camera.”

A pause. You let it hang, let it burn. Then, low and teasing:

“If you really want me,” you whisper. “Stop being a coward. Show me.”

His breath catches. You almost feel the stillness on his end.

Click.

You hang up.

Still smiling, you toss your phone aside.

“Good night, Heeseung,” you murmur to the camera before shutting everything down.

Heeseung hadn’t heard your voice in three days.

Not on the phone, not through the headphones, not even that little intake of breath when you tiptoe around your room late at night.

Three days.

Seventy-two hours of silence.

No webcam flickers. No Notes app replies. No little “good night, Hee” teasing him through pixels.

Nothing.

He tapped at your IP like a lunatic. Pinging dead signals. Checked your cloud for new files. Scraped your cache for cam logs, anything—anything—that might prove you were still playing.

But you weren’t. You’d shut him out completely. Blocked him, in every way that mattered—except the one that destroyed him the most: in person, you were still perfect.

Because in real life, you were still her.

Still the step-sister who sat next to him at dinner, nudging his arm, sipping from his glass like it meant nothing. Still in those stupid soft modest dresses that smelled like your vanilla lotion and innocence. Still saying his name in that sweet voice that didn’t match the girl who once whispered “I’m yours” for a night, while fingering herself in his favorite dress.

Still shy smilling in front of the parents, like he wasn’t slowly going fucking insane of you ghosting him in the cruelest way possible.

Heeseung clenched his jaw until it hurt. His fists, tighter. You were torturing him. Training him with your silence. Denying him touch, sound, ownership—making him feel like just another loser watching from a screen.

And worst of all? You liked it.

He could see it in the way you smiled at him when no one was looking. Like the devil behind a halo. Like the dom who knew her puppy would crawl the moment she said good boy.

You knew what you were doing. And you knew he was starving.

He watched you meet someone new through your messages—tracked him from his first DM. The second the guy sent a heart emoji, Heeseung had full access to his cloud, laptop, phone, and location history.

So when you showed up at that guy’s place in that same dress as that night, Heeseung went feral. watching you through the guy’s hacked MacBook camera. Front-row seat. 1080p. Wide angle. Clear sound. Perfect view.

You didn’t even try to hide untapping your phone camera, angling it for him. But he was already there.

He watched the way you swayed when you walked into the room. That skirt was short—barely legal. Hair done like you were on a mission to ruin him. Lip gloss like you were asking to be kissed. Or owned.

Heeseung’s fists dug into his thigh. You let the guy kiss you. Hands on your hips. Heeseung scoffed in fury. The guy went down on you and Heeseung leaned forward—eyes glued to your face smiling at him. Not for the man.

Only for him.

You mouthed his name, Heeseung, made that sound again—that sweet gasp that cracked every nerve in his body—and his hands were already down his pants before he even realized it. Stroking slowly. Angry.

Then the guy started fucking you. It was… pathetic.

You looked bored. Pretty. But not wrecked. Not how Heeseung would have done you—needed you. Not how you looked when he edged you, whispering commands through your notes.

He texted :

He’s not even close to making you cum.Why are you with him?Stop. 

Now. 

Please.

You didn’t stop. You got louder. Not for performance, because knowing hee was watching, unleashed you.

Heeseung’s hand stuttered. He bit down on his bottom lip so hard it bled. You were performing. For him, not the other guy. You had to be. And yet you didn’t stop when he begged you.

Heeseung didn’t drink. Didn’t smoke. Didn’t call a friend.

He texted one of the girls who’d been orbiting him since he entered university—some pretty, pouty girl with no idea what she was walking into.

She came fast. Obedient. Heeseung fucked her like punishment.

Shoved her onto his lap, dragged her skirt over her hips without a single word. Didn’t ask if she was ready. Didn’t even pretend to care. Just spread her thighs, lined himself up, and buried in—rough, silent, merciless.

She moaned his name, kissing his neck. Heeseung kept his eyes on the screen. Because on the monitor behind her?

You were still live. Fucking someone else. His airpods were in. And he was moaning your name under his breath.

The girl was clueless to much overwhelmed by his deep, rough trust. Riding him like she thought she was doing a good job for him to be so feral. 

Heeseung touched her the way he would have to you, controlling. forcing her in position trying to reach her deepest part, as he watched your hips roll on screen. Your nails dig into someone else’s back.

“Grippe my back. leave marks.” he ordered her.

He hiss, mouthing along with your sounds like a prayer.

“Fuck—Louder. Just like that... Just like that—fuck.”

The girl on his lap whimpered, “does it feel good, Hee?”

Heeseung stared at your body—your lips, your tits, your sweat-shined thighs.

“You’re so perfect,” he muttered. “Fuck—you…”

His climax came hard, violent. He choked your name on the exhale and came inside the girl like she didn’t matter—because she didn’t.

When the girl left, he stared at the screen for an hour. Watched you dress. Watched you check your phone. Smiling.

Not once did you reply to his messages.

You were killing him. Starving him. Making him beg. He slammed the laptop shut, chest heaving, hatred and love boiling into the same sick ache.

You were right. He was a coward. But not for much longer.

You found it on your bed. No card. No note. No sender. Just a black box, wrapped in a ribbon you never heard arrive. Inside: lingerie. Lace. Sheer. Decadent. Your exact size. Your exact taste. Lightly soaked in a scent you could recognize in your sleep—his cologne.

Your fingers trembled when you held it up to the light. No message. But then again, he never needed words.

Heeseung didn’t ask. He tried to command.

So, you didn’t text. Didn’t thank him. You just wore it.

That night, when the webcam light blinked to life, you were already sitting pretty in front of your laptop. Sheer fabric draped over your body like a sin begging to be confessed.

You leaned into the camera, eyes soft, voice sweeter.

“Goodnight, Genius. Hope uni’s not eating you alive.”

And then—

You logged off. Just like that.

Left him starving. You knew he’d pretend it didn’t affect him. He tried, bless him.

He texted the next day, like it was nothing. Invited you to his university party. Like this wasn’t war. Like he wasn’t already losing.

Of course, you went. Dressed in red. Not the lingerie—something sharper. Something that made his friends stare a little too long.

Heeseung barely spoke to you that night. Slipped back into his old self—like he hadn’t spent the week watching you like a man possessed. But he was in his element, charming his nerdy circle, and you were happy just watching him thrive.

Then, it changed.

He didn’t introduce you as his stepsister. That alone cracked the air between you. His hand found your back, fingers tracing lazy nothings while he laughed with his friends, eyes on you like you were art.

You liked seeing him smile. Liked knowing you made it easier.

And then—he excused you both. His friends wished you luck with admissions. So polite. So clueless.

He walked you up a narrow hallway, like it was nothing. A quiet corridor, half-lit.

Then he locked you in a hug.

And kissed your neck.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, hands already exploring.

“You too,” you murmured, smiling. “New haircut? You kept it long in the back. Looks good.”

“You said I should, so...”

You smiled harder, went in for a kiss—your first. His lips were maddening. Soft, sure, and hungrier than you expected. He kissed like he’d waited for years. Like he’d decided waiting was over.

"Untie your dress," he whispered against your mouth, voice low.

You raised a brow, smirking. “Thought you liked watching from afar.”

His jaw flexed. “Not tonight.”

You let the ribbon fall, letting the dress slip open. Underneath—his gift. His breath caught.

“You like it?” you teased.

He didn’t answer. He spun you, pressed you into the wall, and his hand was already between your thighs—finding you soaked.

His mouth brushed your ear, voice cracking with restraint.

“Fuck. You’re so wet for me. I’ve waited so long.”

“Say it,” he growled.

“What?”

His thrust was sharp—two fingers deep.

“Say you want me to ruin you. Say you like it.”

You whimpered, arching into his hand. “I like it when you ruin me.”

“Say it right.”

You licked your lips. “I want to be yours, Heeseung. Ruin me.”

His exhale was jagged—like something inside him broke.

Then came silence. Just heat. Breathing. Fingers moving in and out of you as he grinded against your body, shameless and reckless in a hallway anyone could walk into.

And just before you came—he pulled away.

“No,” he said simply. “Let’s go.”

“Home?”

“No. My room.”

His dorm was massive, dark except for the red glow of a snoozed monitor. His roommate was nowhere. Probably never real to begin with. You practically jumped on him. Messy kisses. Wandering hands. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, your back—and then—

Your hand brushed his desk. The monitors flared to life. And there you were—your webcam feed, glowing on the screen.

Recording. Your name as the file.

“You always make me watch,” he whispered, stripping you down to the lingerie. “Now watch yourself.”

He pulled you onto the bed, body still facing the screen.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, spreading your legs for the camera. “I’ve owned you since the first time you stepped into this house.”

On screen—your reflection trembled. Moaned. Melted in real-time.

He eased fingers inside you again while holding you in his lap, pinching a nipple until you gasped, breath tangled.

“I know what you fantasize about when you’re bored,” he whispered.

He started humping you, slow and heavy.

“I know what kind of porn you scroll past—then go back to.”

Thrust.

“I know which songs you loop when you touch yourself. I synced your playlist.”

You choked on a gasp.

“I know you changed your passwords, just to make me mad.”

His hand curled lightly around your throat.

“But I like it. I like when you pretend.”

He never slowed—just kept pushing you higher, mean and relentless.

And when you moaned his name?

He broke.

“I’m going to give you every twisted thing you’ve ever typed,” he growled. “Every fantasy you deleted. Every filthy draft you couldn’t finish. I’m going to make them real.”

Your climax slammed into you, shuddering through your bones—but he didn’t stop.

“I’ll tie you up in the library when no one’s looking,” he said, voice wicked. “Bend you over your best friend’s bed and leave a bruise only I’ll recognize.”

He laughed.

“I’ll make you cry my name with someone else inside you—just to remind you no one will ever ruin you like I do.”

You turned and kissed him, wild and unhinged.

He kissed back like a claim. Like he was branding your soul.

Then he grabbed you and threw you onto the bed. Reached for a condom.

You stopped him.

“It’s safe today, Hee. Do me raw.”

His pupils darkened. Something dangerous sparked.

He freed himself and dragged his cock against your wetness, teasing your entrance. You moaned each time the head kissed you. His smile was smug. Addicted.

“Heeseung. Please.”

He nodded—and slid in all at once.

You gasped, overwhelmed, stretched so good it hurt in the most perfect way.

He rocked into you deep and slow, biting your neck, lips pressed against skin he couldn’t stop worshipping.

Then he pulled you upright—still inside you.

“You like this position, huh?”

You nodded, dizzy, undone. He studied you like he’d been preparing for a test. He always aced those.

Then—his thrusts changed. Not faster. Just deeper. Harder.

“Hee—”

“Like that, yeah?”

You nodded again, mouth open, breathless at every delicious, punishing thrust.

He looked so fucking good like this—hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted, eyes glazed with need. You went for another kiss and he gripped your neck, slid to your hair, pulling until your back arched.

“Like that?”

“Yeah—yeah—fuck—don’t stop—”

He sucked your tits, relentless now, chasing both your highs. You clenched down so hard his groans turned ragged. He bit your nipple, then folded you in half, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

And then—he lost it.

He didn’t slow.

Not even as your body bucked under him, shaking.

He buried himself deeper, fingers biting into your hips, sweat dripping from his jaw as he fucked you like he wanted to unmake you.

The monitors kept rolling. Your name flashing on screen, over your own moans.

You reached for him—some desperate grasp for balance—but he pinned your wrists above your head, fucked you harder. One of your legs slipped off his shoulder, and he yanked it back up with a grunt.

“Keep it there,” he snarled, breath ragged. “Don’t move unless I say.”

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

You were already too far gone.

You felt yourself stretch around him again, again, again—your walls pulsing and fluttering with every brutal thrust. It was filthy, unrelenting, and it wasn’t enough.

Heeseung's voice was in your ear, low and wrecked.

“This how you like it?” he panted. “Getting used like this—getting ruined on camera for me?”

You sobbed a yes—high and gasping—and he growled. His hips snapped forward again, this time shoving you higher on the bed.

“Fucking take it.”

He leaned in, biting your lip, grinding deeper. The rhythm turned meaner—each thrust slamming into you with brutal precision.

“You like knowing I’ll replay this?” he whispered. “Jerk off to it when you’re not around?”

You moaned helplessly.

“Want you to. I want you obsessed.”

“Oh, I am,” he said. “You made me this.”

His rhythm stuttered—he was close. You could feel him twitch inside, groaning against your mouth.

Then—

He came.

Hard.

Buried deep.

His whole body went taut over yours, shuddering as he emptied himself, hips rolling slower, deeper. You felt the heat inside you, the stickiness, the way his cock throbbed even after the high.

And still—he didn't pull out.

He kissed your collarbone, your throat, lazily now. Worn out. Quiet.

The screen behind him kept glowing.

Your body was wrecked, your heart pounding against his chest.

He pulled you close, like he wasn’t finished. Like he never would be.

The next morning, the sun barely broke past his blackout curtains. You were still half-naked in his sheets when you heard his fingers tapping at his laptop. A fresh hoodie hung off his shoulder, hair a messy halo.

“Hey,” he said, voice rough with sleep.

You groaned into the pillow. “Already working?”

He smirked. “Coding clears my head. Better than coffee.”

You rolled over. He looked too good like this. Soft around the edges. Eyes warm.

“I wish you could come here,” he said. “To my university.”

You blinked, suddenly alert. He smiled, but it didn’t reach all the way. “You did apply, right?”

“…Yeah.”

He nodded like he already knew. “But you didn’t tell me…pfff.”

Your stomach turned, just a little, as you smirked. “I didn’t want you to be happy for something so unsure.”

“I know.”

Silence. He got back typing. 

“You really think I wouldn’t find out?” he said. “You think I’d just… let you leave somewhere else?”

You narrowed your eyes. “What did you do?”

He smiled. Shrugged. “Nothing you’ll ever be able to prove.”

Your heartbeat slowed. Thick. Smiling unsure.

“Heeseung...”

He stood, walking over. Calm. Barefoot. Still smelling like last night and wanting more.

“I didn’t touch your application,” he said softly. “But I might’ve nudged the scholarship committee. You’re exceptional, after all.”

You froze. “Why?”

“Because you belong here, in that prestigious place and nowhere else.”

His fingers grazed your chin. Tender. Possessive.

“...With me.”

You swallowed. He tilted your face up to his, eyes half-lidded.

“You would've turned it down if you knew,” he murmured, getting his lips closer, smooching slowly. “You’re too proud for that kind of help. Too proud to admit you want to be kept.”

Your voice caught in your throat. “That’s not why I applied.”

“I know why you applied, just like me.”

His thumb ghosted over your lower lip.

“That’s why I made sure you’d stay. to be free.”

A flicker of something dangerous passed between you. Or maybe it had always been there. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“You think you’re playing me right now, huh,” he whispered, “but—what if I like being used, if it means I get to keep you?”

Your breath hitched. And he smiled. Like he’d already won. Or maybe he was wrong. Maybe you’d just let him believe he had.

Author’s Note:

Babies~ here it is!! 💗 The second part of my enha stepbro AU (first one was HUNTED).

I really hope this one pleased you… did it??? 🥺

I worked so hard on this piece to match the exact vibe I had in mind.

Like—why was I waking up at 3 AM with wild ideas for scene effects that were borderline impossible to execute?! 😭🌀

But hey, the grind never stops when you're possessed by the fic gods.

This one definitely has a different flavor! While HUNTED leaned into soft, needy sub!Jakey energy (bless him), I wanted TRAPPED to explore the more intoxicating side of obsession—but not so far that we start hating our sweet little Heeseung~ Just a touch of crazy, y’know?

I really hope the mood translated well, because after rereading it 500 times, I fully lost that "first read magic" feeling

I’m not super proud of this draft yet—kinda wish I had more time to proofread and polish it up. I’ll probably update it later (perfectionist problems 😭).

Next up is Part 3, which is supposed to be Sunghoon’s!

Let me know if you want anything special in it—I’m all ears... and pervy brain. Just know it’s gonna involve dacryphilia, so bring tissues… for various reasons

XOXO

Reblogs and thirsty little thoughts are always appreciated don’t be shy~© Lassiie

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A pleasant reunion

Couple: Ingrid Engen x reader

Ingrid G!P

Note: This is my first G!P story so there may be some big mistakes or weird things, but I'll try to improve over time. Smut. I tried to follow the original idea, sorry if I missed a lot, but it's honest work 🤞🏻✨️original idea from @sachnobie

You had made your debut in your home country, the Netherlands.

FC Twente Vrouwen had been your home for over five years; you loved that club, but you felt it was time to take on new challenges in your career.

During your UEFA Women's Champions League campaign, you had caught the attention of many foreign teams, including the team where your sister played in England.

The last few months at the club were hectic; you received offers every other day, each one better than the last. You were on the verge of accepting the offer from Olympique Lyonnais, which promised you many good things, but only a two-year contract, a good salary, and an apartment in the team residence.

You considered it; you even had to call your sister to ask her what she thought about the contract they had offered you, since it was the first contract you had received from an international club. After she told you you could ask for better things and cut short your dream of leaving for so little, it seemed as if, almost magically, the best contract they'd offered you had fallen through the cracks.

Barcelona FC.

You couldn't deny being excited that the team was interested in you. You'd been a fan since you were little, watching Iniesta play and seeing the magic he had when it came to playing. It made you quite excited, but you were insecure. How would you do it being so far away from your family, with a language you didn't know and that was so difficult for you, on top of having to meet new people (which made you quite anxious; between you and your sister, you were the shyest).

Although you didn't reject the offer, you kept them waiting.

It went on like that for a week… or maybe a little longer, a few days… a month, actually.

And you were going to keep putting it off until the day you played your last Champions League match with your club (which also hadn't wanted to renew your contract), you were visited by one of FC Barcelona's recruiters, wanting to talk to you about the contract, while your sister and your agent waited in the tunnel.

You had a pleasant farewell on national soil after losing 7-3 to Wolfsburg.

The match was quite lively, aggressive more than anything. You were fighting tooth and nail to try to equalize the score against the German team, but you hadn't had many opportunities. The green team seemed to know every move your teammates were planning, which was starting to tire you out.

The play began in the 26th minute, with an inside pass from the center backs as they evaded the opposing team's forwards. Lynn played a long pass that landed at Renate's feet, who quickly flicked a short cross to Bente.

Two defenders rushed to block some kind of pass she had in mind, until she saw you near the right wing, while your defender was closing down another of your teammates, leaving you with enough space.

At minute 27:56, you received the pass over the top. It was coming quite quickly. You settled in, and as soon as the ball dropped low enough, at minute 28:00, you volleyed it home, scoring the most beautiful goal of that match. It took a magnificent spin and nestled in the left corner while the goalkeeper was on the ground, beating it in frustration.

You didn't have time to celebrate as you listened to your defender seemingly insulting the air. You ran toward the goal, picked up the ball, and placed it in the center of the field, ready to continue playing.

During the first goal, the fans couldn't stop screaming and chanting your name, celebrating that lucky goal that had fallen right in the 28th minute. The same number you wore on your back with such pride because it meant so much to you. It was your and your sister's birthdates.

The match ended sadly, mostly because of the defeat and your early departure. All your teammates gathered in a large circle while the captain gave a speech that made you cry. When the girls from the other team realized what was happening, some came over and joined in the farewell while you continued to cry but also smiled.

At the end of the speech, one by one, they approached you to hug you and wish you luck. Ingrid Engen was one of those people; even though she wasn't on your team, she approached you and offered you a warm and friendly hug.

"I hope your next club values ​​you and that you enjoy this new stage."

Her voice was so beautiful, you could listen to it all day and never get bored. You tightened your arms around her as you gently caressed her back with your outstretched hand, feeling her body heat.

"I hope the same for you… I hope we can continue sharing the field in the future."

She pulled away from the hug as she placed her hand on your cheek and gave you a soft, toothy smile. You froze at the touch of it on your skin. As she walked away, talking to one of her teammates, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She wished you luck, so you wouldn't be paralyzed later, unable to do anything.

After the fans' farewells and the traditional lap to sign and take photos with your fans, you walked slowly toward the tunnel, listening for the last time to hear your name being chanted in the stands.

Your agent was waiting for you with a sad smile on his face, his nose red as were his eyes, a sign that he'd been crying just like you. You walked over to him and hugged him. They both knew everything you'd been through that season and how it hurt so much.

A few meters further into the tunnel was your sister, who was talking to the Barcelona scout. From where you were standing, you could see it was a rather serious conversation; neither of them stopped talking and they were moving their hands emphatically.

You walked slowly, having separated yourself from your agent's arms and being followed by him. When they both noticed you, they fell silent. Daniëlle quickly opened her arms when she saw that your eyes were still watering, and you quickly bumped your body into hers.

You stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but were actually minutes, being comforted by your older sister as she whispered words of encouragement.

That same afternoon, you signed your contract with Barcelona, ​​accompanied by your family.

And five months later, you were already having your first training session with the team.

You lived in an apartment 20 minutes away from Joan Gamper, but even so, you had gotten up early that day, mostly because you were eager to meet all your new teammates, with whom you'd be sharing a locker room for the next few years.

You got up and took a shower, hoping that would hopefully clear your mind of the day's bad prospects. After getting dressed and combing your hair, you called your mom. She calmed your mind and said everything would be fine. You believed her.

You arrived at least 30 minutes early, nerves racing through your body. The coach was waiting for you, along with Alexia, since you'd said you'd be arriving early. The two of them took the time to show you around Joan Gamper and welcome you.

After that, the day went by normally. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious about your new club. You didn't know any of the girls since you'd never played with them, which made you feel a little insecure.

At lunchtime, you didn't know who to sit with. You still felt like you couldn't possibly meet anyone since you'd never shared a court or anything. Except for Hansen.

You had played against her a few times when she played for Wolfsburg. You decided to sit alone. You needed to review what had happened during the day, see what you needed to improve in your performance, and give yourself encouragement to keep going.

You felt a presence next to you. You looked at who sat next to you and found Caroline. She looked back at you with a small nod as you began to eat.

"I thought you'd sit with the others," you said in a low voice as you began to play with your food. It was more of a routine than a way to avoid eating. You needed to see everything on your plate before you could start eating.

"I think I appreciate them… a lot, but sometimes I need silence when eating… or doing any activity. They have too much energy for me." When you heard her speak, her tone similar to yours, you couldn't help but smile; you felt exactly like her.

They had all welcomed you, but during the day, you realized that, compared to you, they exuded much more energy than you could handle in a day. Maybe it was because they had grown up with lots of sunshine, and you grew up in a place where it was more common for it to rain cats and dogs than to have a full day of sunshine. And maybe that was true, since Caro had a personality similar to yours, and she was from Norway, almost a neighbor of the Netherlands.

From that brief interaction you had that day, Caro and you became inseparable. Wherever she was, you were there, and vice versa. You seemed glued to the hip, the best of friends.

That's why you were the first to find out about Ingrid's arrival to the team. Caro told you, quite excitedly, during a phone call after an international break.

You couldn't help but feel excited by the news. You couldn't deny that Ingrid made your heart flutter in your chest and made you feel those typical butterflies in your stomach. But you also didn't want to relate to her that way; from what you'd heard, she was in a relationship. You couldn't help but feel jealous of this person who could have Ingrid.

When the international break ended, you were one of the last to return to Barcelona. You wanted to enjoy the few days you could with your family and catch up with your sister, who enjoyed knowing you were okay in Spain. Obviously, you avoided telling her that you didn't talk much with your teammates except when they were playing a game.

You arrived quite tired from the long trip. You went straight to bed, took a short shower to get rid of the airport and airplane smell, and then went to sleep.

Maybe it was 10 minutes or 10 hours, but it was the sound of the doorbell that woke you up. You woke up groggily at the sound, not having been able to take the time you normally take to wake up.

You slowly opened the door, still rubbing your eyes to try to chase away the sleep that still lingered in your body. You froze when you saw who was on the other side of your door.

"What are you doing here, Graham? I need to recover as much energy as possible so I can handle the girls' energy."

You could only stand there like a fool, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Sorry I came by without warning… I told Caroline to text you, but she said it wasn't necessary," she excused herself as she leaned closer to you. You could clearly smell the perfume she was wearing; it was sweet, but not enough to be bothersome.

You stared at her when you saw her lean a little closer to you, as if she wanted to hug you, but didn't dare. And neither did you.

"It's like this. I think we're pretty close. You can come over anytime, too." You gave her a somewhat shy smile as you stepped aside, inviting her in. She gave you a smile, one of those that made your cheeks and chest heat up, as she walked past you, brushing her arm against yours.

You talked about everything and nothing while eating the Chinese food they'd ordered. Caro caught you up on family matters, just as you did. Her brother had started dating one of his teammates from the national team, while your sister started talking to one of her teammates from the new team. From what she'd told you, she liked him.

Ingrid listened to everything silently, while watching them. You could feel her gaze lingering on you for a few minutes longer than usual.

"And you? Tell me you've already met someone," Caro said in a slightly mocking tone as she lightly hit your knee with the back of her hand. You couldn't help but blush at her mockery.

"I think love isn't for me right now… or maybe all the luck in love will end up going to my sister… it's amazing how she always ends up dating some pretty girl." The three of them in the room laughed. When you finished, you leaned completely on Caro's arm, while she pulled away from you slightly to hug you affectionately.

"Tell me that at least this time you were able to talk to her like a normal person and without avoiding her, Caroline." Your voice sounded more subdued due to the sleepiness that had overtaken you again, but Ingrid understood it differently.

Hearing you say it in a more subdued tone, she thought you were in love with Caro, but that you weren't able to tell her how you felt. That made something inside her feel different, distinct, as if she didn't like the fact that you had those feelings for Caroline and not for her.

The next day, you arrived early as usual. In the locker room, you ran into Alexia and Ingrid, who was being given a tour of the Joan Gamper.

Alexia approached you and wrapped you in a tight hug. Alexia had something that made people feel comfortable around her. You liked cuddling with Alexia; she reminded you a lot of Daniëlle, although of course, Alexia was twice your sister's size.

He pulled away from the hug and placed a soft kiss on your hair, then ruffled your hair. You frowned as you let out a sound similar to a grunt, and walked away toward your cubicle. Ingrid looked at you with a soft smile on her lips. You blushed at the sight of her eyes on you, but you smiled back.

This time, she approached you with more confidence and hugged you. She still smelled the same as the last time you hugged; her arms felt like heaven and heaven. "How are you? How did you sleep?" You heard her voice and felt her breath against your ear, as you grew more nervous. "I'm fine. I slept pretty well last night. I was a little more tired, so I'm sorry if I wasn't a good hostess. How are you?"

Ingrid pulled away from the hug, but didn't move far from you. She brought her hand up to your cheek, caressing your cheekbone with her thumb, just like she did when you played for your old club. "I slept pretty well. I enjoyed getting to know you better last night." You could feel Alexia's gaze, a confused one, on the two of you.

Since you'd arrived at the club, you'd seemed comfortable and close with a few teammates, maybe four people. They were the only people you allowed to have that much physical contact with you, or at least longer. With the others, if you accepted hugs when celebrating or greeting someone, you obviously didn't deny them, but you didn't let unspoken hugs last too long either.

And so the next few days went by, they passed normally. Ingrid had already begun to get closer to the other girls on the team, while you remained close to Caro. If you weren't with Caroline, you were usually with Aitana. You got along quite well with her; you understood each other very well on the court and off it too; you were like one person.

Ingrid watched you from afar. You looked pretty good in that sleeveless uniform and the shorts you'd rolled up after losing a ball possession against Alexia. She had to look away before continuing to think about things she shouldn't, as she'd started to feel the familiar tug in her lower stomach.

She walked over to stand next to Fridolina, starting a conversation about training and the outing they were going to do after practice.

They were going to meet at Patri's house to celebrate a team night. They did it every two weeks, or maybe a little more depending on their monthly schedule.

That night was Patri's, and she was the most excited to be hosting. Normally, you didn't go, preferring to rest or catch up with your friends or your sister, who had some very interesting things to tell you lately.

When lunchtime arrived, you were one of the last to walk to the locker room to change from your soccer cleats into some gym shoes. You walked in wondering, or trying to guess, what lunch would be for that day. You were never a big fan of the food they served, but that was because you were used to home-cooked food, or the food your mother made.

You finished putting on the shoe on your right foot when you heard a gasp, followed by a muffled moan. At first, you didn't think anything of it, but as it became more frequent, you worried. What if someone was having a heart attack or something?

You stood up, still barefoot, and walked around the locker room, trying to figure out where the gasps were coming from.

The sounds were coming from one of the restrooms. Your curiosity was already growing rapidly. You wanted to know if someone was really suffering from a health problem or if someone was playing a prank on you, with someone coming out to scare you from that room.

The door was ajar, so you looked through the gap between the door frame and the door, and you saw it.

Ingrid was sitting on a stool with her profile to the door, her shorts bunched around her ankles, and her hand on his member.

You didn't want to look any further; it was still Ingrid's privacy, and you weren't going to break it. So you slowly took a step back and returned to your cubicle to finish putting on the remaining shoe so you could go eat.

You arrived blushing and quickly, after choosing what to eat, sat down in your usual spot, now accompanied by Caroline, Aitana, and the club's newest addition, Fridolina.

The three of you were eating in silence, the only thing you could hear being the clink of cutlery and the laughter of the other girls. You sat down quickly, unable to look up from your plate as the blush lingered on your face.

No one said anything; Graham just looked at you more than usual before continuing to eat. Ingrid appeared 15 minutes later, blushing slightly but as calm as ever.

As soon as she arrived, she started a conversation with Aitana and Fridolina. Caroline and you joined in with small "yeses," "that's right," and "mmmm," too engrossed in your eating—or at least Caroline was. You were lost in your own thoughts, unconsciously thinking about what you had seen.

The day continued like this. You avoided Ingrid as much as you could. If she was using a machine, you went to the other end of the spectrum so you wouldn't run into her and talk to her. It sounded cruel, but you felt quite embarrassed to have walked in on her in such an intimate situation.

Unfortunately, you were convinced by Aitana and Caroline to go to the meeting. You didn't want to, but they insisted so much that you ended up accepting. You had thought about saying yes and then telling them your car was out of gas, or something like that, but Graham quickly told you she would pick you up at your apartment. You had no choice but to accept.

You met Caroline outside your apartment building. She was in the driver's seat, and you climbed in as her passenger.

"I can't believe you're almost exactly the same size as me," she said after greeting you.

"What are you talking about? We're not going…" You were about to continue talking, but you gave her a look and fell silent. You were wearing jeans of a similar color, a t-shirt of the same style and color, and you were both wearing white Adidas sneakers.

You sighed heavily as you threw your head back. "I'll go change. Wait 10 minutes, and I'll be ready." You were about to open the door when you heard your roommate again. "Okay, we can handle a few more hours of banter."

Ever since you started getting close to the Norwegian, all the Spanish girls in the club had started saying that the two of you were in a relationship, but you didn't want to tell them you were officially dating. They were really annoying about it, always saying some stupid thing just to piss them off.

The drive was calm, occasionally talking and then continuing in comfortable silence, filling the space in Caroline's car.

You received a message: "I hope you have a good time today, and don't dwell on Ingrid. What you saw is over. She'll still be your friend, little one. Even so, I'll hit her when I see her for not being able to wait until she gets home, or at least lock the door." You laughed as you read your sister's message, followed by a photo of her with her new girlfriend, who seemed to be waving at you happily. "Ellie says everything will be okay and that she wishes you a good night." "Xoxo, little one." You turned off your phone and put it back in your pocket.

"I'm going to tell you something. I don't care if you don't want to know." You took a breath as you thought about how to say it. You could have told your sister, but it was more of a written message, which was very different from saying it out loud. "I think I caught Ingrid in the middle of a self-love episode." You took a few minutes before looking at her. In those minutes, absolute silence reigned. "I don't think I understood you, Flea," you sighed, trying to figure out how to explain it better. "Oh, well, I think I understood that you saw Ingrid… well, you know, in an intimate moment."

You swallowed nervously as you played with the rings on your fingers. "A few hours ago… in the locker room. I really didn't want to see something like that, but I started hearing gasps and thought, , so I set out to search and found her in a rather compromising position."

"So you didn't see her in the act, do you suppose she was doing that?"

"I don't think I saw her at the moment, but-"

"So you're not sure."

"How should I interpret the image of Ingrid with her pants down and her… thing, you know, her… wand in the air? I was standing there, and she was panting a lot."

Both of you fell silent again, while this time you covered your face with both hands, completely embarrassed by what you had just remembered and said out loud.

"That's why you've been acting weird with her." It was more of an information than a question, because yes, you had been acting strange.

"What else should I do? Dani told me to forget about it, but it's like I've caught you… or Aita, in a compromising situation."

"You'd never catch me in a situation like that. I know how to control myself and close the doors properly."

You groaned in frustration as you threw your head back against the seat again. "Daniëlle told me the same thing."

Upon arrival, the topic now behind them, they continued on their journey and the beginning of the night. They waited, standing side by side in front of the door, greeted by Ingrid and María, who seemed quite delighted to see them arrive together.

"The lovebirds have arrived. How was the trip? Did you enjoy it? Maybe that's why they took so long to arrive?" You listened to María, but you were attentive to Ingrid's face, watching her reaction when she heard María joke.

"Shut your mouth, Maria," Caro replied in a serious tone as she took your wrist and urged you to enter Patri's home. After greeting the girls who had already arrived, you slowly approached with a glass of water to where Patri's birds were. Watching them eat calmed you down.

You stared at them for what felt like several long minutes, until you felt someone grab your wrist. "What's wrong, Caro?" you asked in an inquisitive tone. She was the one who usually grabbed your wrist to take you somewhere, or to get you out of your thoughts.

"I didn't know you and Caroline were in a relationship." As soon as you heard her voice, you froze in place.

"We're not together, but the girls love to tease us because I'm attached to Caro," you replied after a few long minutes of somewhat awkward silence.

"Well, it seems like Caro has a huge crush on you. She always seems to be glued to you. I'd also think you were girlfriends," you laughed without amusement at her words.

"I don't need someone to celebrate my friendship with Caroline. We both know what we're about, and we don't need someone else's approval of our friendship."

You looked at Ingrid, who was still standing beside you, still holding your wrist with a little more pressure.

"I'm not jealous of anyone."

"Well, it seems that way, as if you're in love with her."

In an instant, Ingrid tugged at your wrist, and you felt your back hit a wall, sandwiching the Norwegian woman's body between it and the wall. "What are you doing? Was I right about you being in love, Don Caro? Because I thought you were in a relationship." You raised your chin while raising an eyebrow, almost defiantly, thinking you'd hit the nail on the head.

"Do you really believe that? That I'm in a relationship?"

A nasal sound came from you as you looked away. "It's obvious you were, and now you ran so you could stay with Caro. Do it, I'm her friend." The taller woman pressed you further against the wall, so much so that you could already feel her erection against your thigh and hipbone.

"Do you really want me to have to shout it? You're the one I love… ever since that time I had to say goodbye to you when you left your former team… I've been wanting to kiss you." Her face leaned toward your neck, and you felt her breath hit your sensitive neck. "But it was vulgar because we were in public. Then your teammate wouldn't let me get close… I want you to be my girlfriend, to be teased with me and not Caro… I want to be the one who greets you like Alexia does, to be close to me like you are with Caro, and to be the one who helps you comb your hair before a game, not Aitana."

You were speechless when you finished listening to her. You didn't know what to say; Ingrid had practically just told you she was in love with you. You felt that knot in your stomach and your heart flutter in your chest. When you felt Ingrid lean closer, you pushed her away.

You were afraid that by telling her she would use you, you weren't good at trusting people when they told you they liked you romantically, you had been through bad experiences.

"I'm sorry…" you whispered, while looking anywhere other than Ingrid's green eyes. She looked at you confused. She knew you were a person who felt more than others, but when she experienced it herself, she felt bad. You were easily overwhelmed when it came to emotions.

She held you in her arms as soon as she saw you start to cry, giving you a tight hug, trying to help you feel less.

"I like you too, Ingrid, but I don't want to be a game. I don't want to be that again." Feeling Ingrid's scent so close made you feel calm, which was helping you a lot.

The next 10 minutes were minutes focused entirely on you, on helping you stop feeling so overwhelmed and on protecting you.

"If you want, I can drop you off home… you must be tired," she murmured against your hair, caressing your back. Your hands rested on her waist as you held tightly to her clothes.

"You're not leaving?"

"I'll stay as long as you need and want me around."

As soon as they got to their car, they both sat there. A comfortable silence spread through the car. You looked at Ingrid, who seemed to be plugging into the car horn to put on some music.

You stared at her bare arms, the veins popping out on the back of her hand, and you couldn't help but shift uncomfortably in your seat. She noticed and rested her hand on your thigh, trying to calm you down. You gave her a smile and turned your gaze back to the window.

The drive was silent until you reached the parking lot of your apartment. You both looked into each other's eyes, and almost as if they'd been held hostage, you leaped to taste each other's lips.

Ingrid's lips tasted of cherries and paradise; she was a wonderful kisser, while her hands rested on your waist, leaving small caresses. You brought your hands to her neck, then tangled one in the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging lightly. You moaned against her lips as she squeezed your waist, pulling you closer.

"Do you think you can make it to your apartment? I don't want our first time to be in a car," she said as she pulled away from your lips, one hand smoothing your hair.

"Bullshit," you pulled her hair back to kiss her, signaling her to push the seat back.

She pulled away again, but to look toward the backseat, giving you a silent invitation. She moved in first, then you, positioning yourself on her lap and beginning to rock you against her already growing erection.

You moaned against her lips as she ran her hands over your back, leaving small squeezes. She pulled away and pulled your shirt over your head, while you did the same with her shirt. You stood for a few seconds, admiring how good she looked without a shirt and bra.

Obviously, it wasn't the first time you'd seen her like this. You shared a locker room with her, and she often took off her shirt to go shower.

She pulled you in again for a kiss. As the pads of her fingers dug into the fat of your hips, knowing she would leave marks there. You were beginning to gasp against her lips, your hands resting on her chest.

You felt her hips thrust upward again, rubbing against your still-clothed center. With a bit of desperation, you began to tug at her bra, wanting to take it off. She laughed against your lips. "I have a girl who's a little desperate to feel me... I also want to feel you, love."

You smiled as you placed small, soft kisses on his cheeks, watching as he blushed more beneath you. For a moment, you stopped and simply stared at his face, a little flushed from the activity you were doing and also panting.

"I want to feel you... but I don't want you to abandon me." Ingrid looked at you, she really did, she seemed to see your soul at that precise moment. "I would never abandon you, you're my girl." She left a short kiss on your lips, before hugging you tightly.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until she started to move your hips against her erection again. Her hands rested on your waist, helping you move better. You grabbed your bra straps and pulled them down a little until she was the one who took off your bra and threw it and your shirt on the floor of the car. "You're so beautiful," she left a kiss in the middle of your breast while you threw your head back, feeling the pleasure run through your body.

You moaned as you tugged on her hair, inviting her to go lower. She pulled away and looked at you again, waiting for something. You sighed shakily as you kissed her again. Your hands moved down to her abdomen as she mimicked your movements, going a little faster. Her hands took hold of your pants button and played with it for a few minutes, trying to make you more desperate.

I sat you in the car seat, while she unbuttoned her own pants and began to pull them down her hips and thighs. When you saw her erection up close, you felt yourself getting even wetter. You brought your hands to your pants and began to pull them down. As she watched you do so, a lustful smile spread across her face. Her eyes seemed darker as her pupils became more dilated, almost erasing the green from her eyes.

She sat back down and positioned you on her lap. You could feel her erection better now, while she seemed to enjoy watching you on top of her even more. "Are you okay like this? Or would you prefer it another way?" You moaned as you adjusted yourself, then leaned closer to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders so you could be firmer. "I really want to ride you, Ingrid."

She remained silent for a few seconds, processing what you had just said, while you began to pull down her boxers, exposing her promising cock. As she came out of her trance, she let out a moan louder than the others that had left her throat, while her fingers gripped your waist. You pushed your panties aside and aligned her against your entrance, feeling her glans push against you.

Both of you moaned at the same time, she from feeling how you were squeezing her and you from feeling how his big cock seemed to open you up for her. "God Ingrid, you feel so good... you fill me up so good," you whispered against her jaw, as you began to move slowly over her.

She didn't seem to respond. You looked at her face, her jaw clenched, as she looked anywhere but at you. "You can cum Ingrid, I know it's normal to be like this" you panted in her ear while you searched for your own orgasm "I don't care if you fill me with your cum, I really want you to do it. Fill me" you continued murmuring against her ear, feeling how she clung tighter to you.

Her hands moved to your ass, squeezing and spreading it, letting you feel more pleasure as she entered you deeper. By now, the windows were fogged up, and the car was moving with your movements on Ingrid's cock. It felt so good to ride her and watch her crumble beneath you.

"God... Kjære, you feel so good... I'm going to do it, I'm going to fill you with my cum and you're going to take it so good." You felt her teeth sink into your shoulder, as she stifled a moan that seemed to come from deep within her chest. You felt her cum shoot inside you, which made you want to reach orgasm even more.

You brought your hands to her hair, tugging at it as you used her to get your orgasm. She was more than happy to be used by you.

"Do it on my cock kjære, let me know how good my cock makes you feel" you moaned against her lips to bite them softly and pull on her lower lip, while you felt how you were getting closer and closer to achieving your long-awaited orgasm.

Ingrid moved one of her hands to where your bodies met and began to rub circles on your clit, which helped you reach your limit. That gentle, then sharp tug in your lower abdomen, followed by spasms and that heaven-sent feeling, was what indicated you'd reached orgasm on Ingrid's cock.

She help you through your orgasm, then begin to kiss you softly and tenderly caress your back. "How are you feeling? I think I have some wet cloths in the trunk to clean you up." She place a kiss on your cheek and tidy your sweaty hair, which was sticking to your forehead. "I'm fine, just... give me a few minutes to recover." You felt her laugh on your cheek followed by another kiss.

"Sorry if it wasn't what you expected."

"It was better than I expected, Ingrid... thank you." You placed a kiss on her cheek and then a softer kiss on her lips, while she admired how you looked after the orgasm.

"I don't think it's the right time, but can I be your girlfriend?" You smiled big to kiss her.

"Of course, but you still owe me a date and a proper proposal... although I do want to be your girlfriend." You smiled and placed several kisses on her face, feeling her smile widen.

At the next training session, both of you arrived together while Ingrid's hand protectively wrapped around yours and both of you were talking about where they would go to dinner that day.

They entered the dressing room and separated, each going their separate ways. You felt Alexia's arms wrap around your shoulders and you quickly took refuge in her arms like a little girl. "How have you been? I've been trying to contact you and you haven't answered, I was worried." She placed kisses on the top of your head, just like Daniëlle did to calm you down. "Sorry, I wanted to take some time for myself, Ale. I won't worry you like this again," you whispered against her chest, where you could hear her heart beating.

She pulled away and squeezed your cheeks, just like she did with her younger sister and the other girls on the team. Then she turned around and went back to her cubicle. You started changing there to begin training.

It wasn't until the end of the day that Pina screamed loud and clear when she saw Ingrid leave a small kiss on your lips before going to shower. That they had seen you kissing and unleashed a chaos of gossipmongers. But neither you nor Ingrid could be more worried. It would still be something of yours.

something that no one could take away from them.

"We have to tell Daniëlle what we saw." Caro simply winked at you before leaving the locker room. Maybe you both should prepare for the inevitable big sister call that Daniëlle would make upon hearing the news.