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đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: spencer needs your help examining a crucial piece of evidence...but the moment he sees you, his mind goes blah blah blah...proper name, place name, backstory stuff...
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ/đđ°: spencer reid x diva!chemist! female reader, same reader as in pick your poison but you donât need to read that firstâthere arenât any major references, suggestion that the reader engages in casual hook ups, reader has a belly button piercing and a described outfit, spencer's pov only
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đ/đ§: requested by @trulymadlydarling it was slowly gathering dust in my inbox đ sorry!
"I think the threshold of my lab isn't exactly the best place for camping."
A woman's silhouette cast a shadow over Spencer as she appeared right above him in the dimly lit hallway.
Spencer sighed in frustration and hauled himself to his feet. As he brushed off his pants, he kept his eyes off the woman in front of him.
"Well, I didn't think you'd make me wait fifty-eightâ"
"Oh, just say the hour. Is rounding numbers really that hard for you?" she scoffed, her voice carrying a trace of genuine curiosity. She swiped her access card, unlocking the door to the lab. With her back turned to him, he took in her appearanceâan oversized fur coat draped over her shoulders, a designer handbag hanging from one arm. His gaze drifted downward, and to his surprise, he noticedâŠpajama pants and slippers?
"You should be grateful I even bothered to show up at this hour," she added.
"This is really important," Spencer replied as she led him inside.
She moved through the space with effortless familiarity, heading straight for the light switch. Well, this was her domain, after allâthe place where she spent most of her days.
"I don't care," she replied. "Unless you've found proof that Marilyn Monroe was the Zodiac Killer all alongâthen, well, I care a little. Honestly, you have no idea how much you owe me for showing up..."
He rolled his eyes.
"Should I be thanking you on my knees, or...?"
"I could have been busy. I could have been out with the girls at a club. I could have been having the night of my life..."
"I get it, you made a huge sacrifice answering my request, but can you nowâ"
"I could have been in bed already. My own. Or not my own," she glanced at him over her shoulder. "Though in that case, I wouldnât have picked up."
Spencer simply sighed. By now, he was used to itâthe way most of their conversations followed the same pattern. How she always set the pace, steering the direction as she pleased. How she sometimes deliberately ignored his words and didnât care if it made her seem rude. How, in general, she didnât care what impression she left on others.
He had witnessed it countless times, found it irritating every single time, and yetâevery single timeâhe kept the conversation going. Funny.
She switched on only one of the lights, leaving the room bathed in a soft twilight. Her handbag landed on the long counter beside one of the microscopes, and she tossed her fur coat next to it, completely unconcerned about knocking something over.
Sometimes, he watched her with quiet fascinationâthe effortless confidence in her movementsâand wondered if she had ever, even once, smacked her hip against a doorframe. Or stubbed her toe on a cabinet. Those small, mundane humiliations and everyday mishaps simply didnât seem to fit with who she was.
He tightened his grip on the plastic bag he had brought with him, the one containing something that needed to be examined. The team didnât know about it yet.
The thought, the theory, had quite literally yanked him out of sleep. He couldnât function without checking this lead immediately. But he knew that if he went through the lab, heâd have to wait until morning for the resultsâŠso he decided to ask for a friendly favor.
Okay friendly was a big word.
They had known each other for a few months, worked together on several cases, gone on a date, slept together.
Not necessarily in that order.
He was just about to open his mouth, say something, hand her the bag⊠when, for the first time, he actually saw her in better light than the dim glowâor rather, lack of itâin the hallway. Against his own will, his gaze started its journey over her.
From the slippers on her feet, up the loose pajama pants that ended just below the piercing in her navel, the black camisole with thin straps, to her faceâcompletely free of makeup.
Until now, he had only seen her in two versions. One was her usual, elegant work attire. The other was her evening lookâform-fitting, designed to turn heads and keep them there.
On second thought, there was also a third version. Without clothes.
But he had never seen her like this. Casual, comfortable, dressed for nothing more than wandering the walls of her own apartment.
She lifted her arms to tie her hair into a ponytail, and her shirt rode up slightly.
âIf my piercing fascinates you that much, I can give you my piercerâs number,â she offered dryly, a fleeting smirk on her lips as she caught his stare. He immediately snapped his gaze back to her face, cursing internally when he realized he probably looked like he had been caught staring. Which, of course, he hadnât been. âExcellent work. Full professionalism. Experienced handsâŠâ
"I need you to check this stain," he interrupted, raising the bag.
They had been talking too much, and he really needed to know if his suspicions were correct.
She stepped closer to take the bag from him.
âIs this a crucial piece of evidence, or can I touch it?â
âYou can touch itâŠâ
She stopped just a step away, shifting her weight onto one hip and tilting her head to get a better look.Spencer instinctively straightened, feeling a strange tension along his spine.Earlier, he had been looking at what she was wearing. Now, what caught his attention was how she looked.
Thereâs a certain kind of beauty you never quite get used to, no matter how often you see it. The kind that, every time, knocks the air from your lungs for just a secondâthat fleeting disbelief that someone like this actually walks the earth.
She had it. She radiated it.
And she was just a step away.
She took the garment out of the bag. It was a red turtleneck sweater. She lifted it higher toward the light, furrowing her brow as she examined the stain.
Spencerâs gaze fell on her beautiful face, her eyes shimmering slightly, her lower lip slightly pursed in thought.
Suddenly, she scoffed, snapping him back to reality.
"Mystery solved, and I didnât even need a microscope," she said, shoving the sweater back into his hands. As he took it, his fingers brushed against hers, catching him slightly off guard. "Itâs foundation. Iâd recognize that stain anywhere. So, hooray, happy to help, no need to put me in the case report, have a good night, and see youâ"
He grabbed her wrist before she could step away, stopping her in place.
"This isnât a joke," he said, his voice dropping, tinged with sudden irritation.She raised an eyebrow at both his tone and the way heâunintentionallyâclosed the distance between them. As usual, she looked him straight in the eyes, and as usual, it was hard not to be drawn in. But he tried, because this case was really consuming his thoughts. "Listen, I called you because I need someone to actually test it. Not just glance at it. It'll only take a moment, and then you can go back to crawling into bed with whoever you want. Can you do that?"
The second-to-last sentence made her expression shift slightly.
For a moment, they stood there, unwavering, eyes locked without so much as a blink. Then, the corners of her lips tugged upwardâjust barely. But it felt more like a forced gesture, an attempt to maintain her carefully practiced expression, rather than a sign of genuine amusement.
"Alright," she replied softly. Not to be mistaken for shyly. There was nothing shy about her, a fact he was reminded of constantly.
"Iâll test it, since it matters so much to you. And then Iâm going back to bed." A slow blink before she yanked the sweater from his hands. "With whoever I want."
Why did swallowing suddenly stop being an automatic reflex and turn into something he had to consciously work through?
"Thatâs great," he said shortly, dryly. He could feel himself slipping into the trap again, letting her toy with him. "Have fun."
"I will."
With that simple assurance, she walked away, and the very particles of air around him seemed to loosen, finally allowing him to breathe again. He turned after her instinctively, the way a swivel chair spins when someone sets it in motion.
She crossed the lab table and leaned over an empty workstationâempty, like all the others. The entire width of the counter separated them now, along with the return of cool detachment to her face. Slowly, Spencer rested his hands on the smooth surface, watching as she got to work. Watching as her hair bounced slightly with the shift in position. Watching as her jaw tensed in concentration. Watching as she leaned over the workstation slightly.
"So," she began flatly, not pausing her work or even looking at him.
Spencer gave his head a small shake, realizing that this time, he really had been staring. At least she hadnât seen it.
"What exactly am I testing?"
His gaze drifted to her again.
"Something related to the case."
"Wow, I never would've guessed."
He was too distracted to mentally slap himself for how pathetic he was.Â
"Uh, itâs not exactly groundbreaking," he began.
He could focusâhe just had to try hard enough. He just had to clear the lingering trace of her scent from when sheâd stood so close. Had to shake off the echo of her words. With whoever I want, she had said. The more he thought about it, the more accurate it seemed. He firmly believed she could have whoever she wanted. With that confidence. With that face. With that bodyâŠ
"Thatâs why Iâm checking it after hours. Just, you knowâŠbackstory stuffâŠ"
A sound escaped her lipsâsomewhere between a scoff of disbelief and a startled laugh. She looked at himâno, she pinned him with her gaze.
"Backstory stuff?" she repeated, her lips curling into a smile. Not even a mocking one anymore. She was genuinely amused. "Did you, Doctor Spencer Reid, when asked what the evidence pertains to, actually respond with backstory stuff�"
âNo, IâŠI meanâŠâ
âOh God, itâs a good thing they donât put you in front of cameras. Imagine you, at a press conference. Just casually dropping backstory stuff on national televisionâŠâ
âI can handle myself in front of cameras,â he clarified, feeling an odd warmth creep up the back of his neck. âBut there arenât any here. And besides, I didnât realize you wanted me to recite the entire case file from memoryâŠâ
âThat wonât be necessary,â she said with another amused snort. âBackstory stuff is actually a surprisingly accurate term. You know, very professional.â
He rolled his eyes, feigning irritation, though what he really felt was more akin to embarrassment.
âSpeaking of professionalism, maybe you could get back to work?â he suggested.
âI donât have to,â she replied, flashing him a sweet smile. âI already checked everything. And I was wrong. Itâs not foundationâitâs nitroglycerin.â
Spencerâs jaw practically hit the floor.
For the first time since stepping into the lab, his mind was running at full capacity.
"Nitroglycerin? Are you sure?"
"Well, I donât get these things wrong," she said, almost offended.
"Nitroglycerin," he repeated in a whisper.
Oh, for heavenâs sake. Suddenly, everything made sense.
She leaned her elbows on the table, watching him with interest.
He wanted to kiss her.
Noâhe did notâ
"Thank you," he blurted out, her words becoming background noise as his thoughts raced. "Thank you for coming. ThisâŠthis really helps. I have to tell the teamâ"
He turned toward the door, dazed by the realization.
Something stopped him.
"Spencer," she called gently.
She didnât seem angry that he was leaving so abruptly. If anything, there was a certain soft glint in her eyes, a quiet fascination with his sudden revelation. Standing in the doorway, he looked at her one last time, feeling himself freeze in place again. He said nothing, sensing that she wanted to say something instead.
She tilted her head slightly.
"You owe me a favor," she said.
There was something about the way she said itâsomething that sent a slow, deliberate shiver down his spine. Not even a shiver. More like a careful march of cold fingertips down his vertebrae.
So, naturally, he did what any grown man with an IQ of 187 would do.
He parted his lips slightly and nodded.
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Could I get, by any chance, something with Aragorn and sharing his coat.
I. Am. So. Cold. Star. Maybe I can get warm via your words đ
-Hannah đ„¶
Of course you can. Hopefully something in this is warming, darling (and hopefully you don't freeze to death <3)
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Pairing : Aragorn X GN!Reader
Wordcount : 1.3k
TWs : None
Summary : In which you aren't just 'chilly' - something icy has seeped into your bones, enough to make you shiver on watch. Aragorn notices, and offers a solution.
Sometime between the lovely dusky hues of sunset and the inky blackness of midnight, a chill has seeped into your bones. Even with your own cloak and your bedroll, thereâs still some warmth missing. Something thatâs letting ice settle into your bones. Staring up at Caradhras, you wonder if itâs the mountain's fault. Youâre still a while off - but the malevolence of it can be felt even from here. And something that malevolent is also probably petty enough to send cold weather in the way of the Fellowship.
So here you are, stuck on watch duty and (perhaps) being cursed by a mountain to shiver. As a group youâve agreed not to light a fire; stealth is paramount and the lasting marks it gives make the Fellowship too easy of a target. That decision had seemed so logical and reasonable to you only a few hours ago. Now, the reward of possibly not getting seen by enemies right now isnât a great comfort or resolver to your issues. Still, you are only to be on watch for another hour.
The cold is sharp enough to keep you awake at least, and you gaze out into the blackness around you. Nothing stirs, except for the movement of the Fellowship around you. The gentle breathing in and out, the occasional shuffle of a bedroll while asleep. And then a louder movement and shifting of fabric.
Itâs close enough that itâs probably a member of the Fellowship, so while you whip around to see what it is your hand only strays to your blade - it doesnât wield it. Aragorn seems fairly thankful of that fact as you turn to face him, his hands not above his head but his palms open. Showing that heâs not a threat. âMy apologies if I startled you.â
âThereâs no need to apologise.â You relax, your handle letting go of the knife as you shuffle to face him more. âIâm just glad I didnât hold a knife to your throat.â
âI trust you not to damage me.â Thereâs a small smile on his face, âAnd I would rather you put a dagger to strangers in the night than simply let foes walk in. Your dagger to my throat is much preferable to the dagger of an orcs.â
At his comment you allow yourself to laugh a little, and he joins you. âIt almost sounds like youâre asking me to stab you.â
âWhen more of the Fellowship are awake I would be happy to spar with you, preferably not to first blood.â
âYouâd be fine with sparring with me?â
âYouâre a worthy opponent.â Aragorn has shifted himself slightly as the two of you have been talking, out of his bedroll and now simply sitting, looking up at the stars. âI imagine Boromir would be grateful for someone to show as an example to the young hobbits. Perhaps it will teach them the value of sword-fighting with their swords.â
This time you can grin as you respond, âI think the hobbits have done remarkably well already. Flipping enemies onto their back, who are over double their size.â
Aragorn laughs this time, making an effort for it to be quiet - but it is still rich, infectious. âI think I am still slightly sore from their antics.â
âThe fine bedding of thin fabric and dirt is not helping?â Both of you have been travelling for long enough that beds are at risk of becoming a forgotten luxury, but even rangers can still tire of sleeping on this floor. Especially as it becomes cold enough to be firm, more like solid wood or rock than the ground. Aragorn lets out an appreciative hum at your words, before the conversation lulls between the two of you.
It is not an unpleasant or uncomfortable silence, and is in fact far from it. Aragorn has a quiet, unobtrusive way of making his presence known as he gazes up towards the stars. Itâs comforting in a way, and you find it reassuring - not just in the sense a fellow human is beside you. There is something about the man that implies safety, a level of protection. Still, you donât drop your gaze as you continue your watch - making sure that there is nothing watching the two of you in the shadows. Seconds pour into minutes, which begin to stack on top of each other before Aragorn speaks again.
âYouâre cold.â
âHm?â For some reason, you only making a questioning noise. You are cold (youâre fairly certain heâs just seen you shiver), but something in you refuses to immediately acknowledge it.
âYour cloak is thin, and not for the weather of Caradhras. BesidesâŠâ His gaze travels briefly over you.
So he has seen you shiver. Hopefully not too badly. Resisting the urge to pull your cloak closer to you, now that youâre talking the chill has started to make itself known again, you try to reassure him. âThe weather is not yet too bad, nor am I freezing. I can survive the rest of the watch.â
âBut I do not want to see you shiver through it.â Moving, Aragornâs hands go to the clasp around his throat. âThe chill is yet to affect me, take this.â
âI- I couldnât.â Your words come out slightly higher than you tried, but you donât want to accept the cloak. You donât want him to chill either, and⊠it feels strangely intimate. âIt wonât do us any good if both of us freeze.â
âIt wonât do any good if you freeze either.â He points out, stopping to think. His hands still move to fully unclasp the cloak, but he doesnât take it off when it gets looser. âCome closer.â
âYou meanâŠâ Youâre thankful heâs not close enough to hear your heartbeat, or to feel the heat on your face.
âThe cloak is big enough for both of us, for the most part.â His tone is still remarkably casual, before it becomes more serious. âUnless I have overstepped.â
There it is. The true invitation of if you want to come closer to him or not. And truthfully, he hasnât.
Taking a quick breath, you move closer to the man - unsure of how much distance you should leave between the both of you. You inch closer, before eventually his arm loops around you with fabric - both enveloping you with the warmth of the cloak, and pulling you slightly closer to the ranger. He smiles, before asking, âWarmer?â
âYes.â Your tone is only slightly begrudging, and itâs more to tease than anything. âDefinitely.â
âIâm glad to be of service.â His tone is warm as well, and he stares at you for a second more before looking back up to the stars. âPlease, move if you need to be more comfortable.â
From the little part of your legs that are touching, you can feel that heâs warmer than you. For a second you think about moving closer to him, but youâre already sharing a cloak. âWouldnât want to leech all of your heat.â
âIt is not leeching if I am offering.â Gently, one of his hands rests upon yours. âIf that is what you want.â
His body heat is not just what heâs offering. But, as you think for a second (hand slowly intertwining with his), you realise you donât want to say not to either offer. Moving even more fractionally than before, you close the gap between the two of you - resting onto his shoulder. His arm adjusts the cloak briefly, pulling it more around you to shield you as well as he can from the elements.
This time, he doesnât pull his hand from your shoulder.
A/N : Well, apologies to the oneshot I had planned on working on today. But I do very much like this one, and hopefully you guys all like it too! Have a lovely day/night
(Also I will happily take feedback on the title, if it will be offered.)
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LMAO CHOISSEUNGGGG YOU'RE SUCH A FLYUUUURTTTTT
#he is making me squiggle my feetttttt#ohhh seokryu you lucky lucky girllll#their dating era is SO FKN CUTEEEEE#and their little conversation in bed đđđđđđđđ#SO CUTE SO SO CUUUUUUTEEEE#ah i LOVE love#love next door#jung hae in#choi seung hyo#choisseung#jung so min#bae seok ryu#seung ryu#ìë§ìčê”Źìë€#kdrama#netflix drama#tvn drama
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Barista!Nanami whos never believed in love at first sight. He believes that finding love was stuff you only see in movies, that it was too good to be true. Nanami thought that even if it wasn't the case, he was undeserving of it.
Barista!Nanami who yawns tiredly as he takes the orders of customers, mixing and making drinks with no enthusiasm or excitement whatsoever. He mentally curses at himself when he remembers that he has to close up the cafe today.
Barista!Nanami who asks you for your order monotonously, not looking up from the small tablet as you speak. You ask him how his day has been, he only replies with a hum.
Barista!Nanami who finally looks up at you when you hand him your card, hazel eyes widening as he takes in your features. He doesn't think hes ever seen anyone this beautiful before in his entire life.
Barista!Nanami who stutters over all of his words when he asks for your name, eyes looking nowhere but you. And when you do finally tell him your name, his mind immediately adds his last name to the end of it.
He goes to make your drink, putting his utmost care into it and paying attention to every small detail, even going as far as drawing a little heart with the foam.
Barista!Nanami who watches you as you stand there on the other side of the counter, making small talk with him and asking him about his day. He responds with a simple 'yes' or no' since he can't bring himself to try and converse with you like a normal human.
Barista!Nanami who sadly watches you walk out the cafe, giving him a small wave and smile as you leave. He's already looking foward to when you come in again.
But days go by and you never returned. He thinks about your honeyed voice and beautiful face ever night as he goes to bed, hoping he would see you the next day at work.
Barista!Nanami who sees you walk into the tiny cafe, his features instantly brightening at the sight of you. You order the same drink from last time, and nanami draws another little heart on the foam.
Barista!Nanami who looks foward to seeing you every day just to hear your sweet voice ask him how his day has been because that alone motivates him to come to work every day.
Barista!Nanami who is already thinking about the day when he asks you to be his and he's only met you twice.
Barista!Nanami who didn't believe in love at first sight before, but now he does after meeting you.
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Just a lil sum sum for my kento pookie <3 I've been seeing barisa Nanami fanaet everywhere đ
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BAD THINGS | JJK (Part 1)



summary getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.
pairing jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader
rating 18+ minors dni; smut, angst, fluff
genre f2l, fwb au, university au
word count 7.4k
content jk 20 | yn 20. down bad, simpy, jealous jk. he's kind of a himbo đ. oc is a nerd but shes confident, a little slutty and a little bitchy. misunderstandings. mcs are (retired) hoes. they r both hopelessly & secretly(?) in love w each other. but one of them is just a littleee more obvious abt it... oc has dissociation as a defense mechanism baddd when she's hurt. football (soccer) jk. campus librarian yn. kth is oc's ex bf. the slightest bit of love triangle themes but like she's jk whipped cmawnn it's me đ. cursing. kissing. short nsfw scene; dirty talk, p in v sex, almost getting caught
a/n so this is another draft dump LOLLL⊠i chopped off the end bc i wasnât happy with it and decided to just turn this into a two-parter with an undetermined pt2 release date. so donât read this if youâre not a fan of open or unresolved endings, baby!! not even the Lord himself knows when iâll get back to her since iâve got a lot in the works atm đŹ butttt i think this first part is seaux cute and itâs my blog so iâm posting it đ just like habits, hereâs a sweet little treat - maybe a lil sumn sumn for you to pass some time with... <3 love you lots
now playing: bad thingsâmgk & camila cabello

âIt smells like sex in here.â
Your roommateâs voice cuts through the quiet room, half-amused, half-accusing.
Looking up at her from under your warm covers, you respond casually, âWell, autoeroticism is a type of sex.â
Nari tilts her head, her lips pursing slightly as she processes your words. Then, closing the distance, she sits at the edge of your bed. The blanket shifts dangerously low, nearly exposing your bare chest. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress a laugh, quickly tugging it back up in time.
âIs that a nerdy way to say masturbation?â she asks, narrowing her eyes. âAnd did you really have to get fully naked? With the door unlocked? God, Y/nn, Iâll never get used to how comfortable you are with your sexuality.â
You giggle softly, leaning back into your pillow, lashes lowering as you gaze up at your pretty roommate. âI can teach you how to get comfortable with it if you want.â
Nari rolls her eyes, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile. She playfully smacks your thigh through the blanket, making you laugh. âIâm gay, but not gay enough to settle for a slut, sorry, baby.â
âSlut?â you echo, feigning offense with a dramatic gasp, your eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. âItâs 2024, unnie⊠I donât know if you can say that anymore.â
âMmm,â she hums thoughtfully, her eyes sweeping over your barely-covered frame as she shakes her head. âItâs not even two oâclock, Y/nn. Likeââ she cuts herself off with a chuckle and a shrug. âNo, you know what? Iâm not even surprised. Anyway, I came to ask if you needed anything from the supermarket. I wouldâve texted, but I heard your voice through the doorâŠâ She pauses, realization dawning a beat too late. âOh god. Those werenât conversations. Fuck, sorry for interrupting.â
âItâs okay.â You smile, poking her lightly with your blanket-covered foot. âWasnât going that great anyway.â You shrug. âStrawberries, please? And some chocolateâthe dippy kind.â
âSure,â she nods, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your sweaty cheek. You try to nuzzle into her affectionately, but she laughs, pushing your face back into the pillow. ââNot that great?â Youâre sweating like a dog,â she teases as she stands to leave. âBe back soon. Love you.â
âLove you,â you echo, waving lightly as she shuts the door.
The second you hear the front door click shut, you exhale sharply, tossing the blanket off your overheated body.
ââNot that great?ââ Jungkookâs voice breaks the silence, mock offense lacing his tone as he steps out of your closet, his cock still hard and pressing against his stomach. You reach for your bra from the floor, pretending not to notice his pout. âNot exactly the review I usually getâŠâ
You laugh halfheartedly, clipping your bra back on and scanning the floor for your panties. Jungkook frowns, shuffling back onto the bed, his warm chest brushing against your back as he watches you tug your panties up.
âHeyâŠâ His voice softens when he realizes you're redressing. His hand gently rests against your side, only for it to be covered by your shirt as you pull it over your head.
âY/nn? Whatâwhatâs wrong? You donât wanna keep going? Iâmââ His words falter as you stand to pull your jeans on, facing him with a look that leaves him unsure. His throat tightens, but he tries again, âDid youâ I mean, I-Iâm more than happy to keep going. It didnât bother me that she almost caught usâŠâ
You give him an amused smile, making his heart lurch, but you say nothing. Jungkookâs mouth goes dry as he watches you fasten the button of your jeans and walk over to your desk. Still silent, you put on your glasses, picking up your phone and swiping across the screen.
Jungkook sits on the bed, completely naked, his lips pursing as he watches you text without sparing him a glance. He opens his mouth to say something, but youâre already locking your phone, reaching for your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. His heart sinks as you walk toward the door without a word.
You twist the doorknob, then hum softly like youâve forgotten something. âCould you lock the front door behind you, please?â
Jungkookâs jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. You tilt your head, faking confusion as you ask, âIs that going to be difficult for youâŠ?â
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head as he leans down to grab his briefs from under the bed. âYouâre a real bitch, you know that, Y/n?â His tone is sharp as he tugs the underwear on.
Leaning against the door, you nod nonchalantly, watching him stuff his hardon back into his briefs. âMhm, Iâve heardâŠâ
Jungkook pulls his black tee over his head, still looking incredulous. âWhy are you acting like this? Did youâdid you, like, actually not enjoy it?â
Your stomach tightens as you catch the insecurity flicker in his eyes, his brows knitting together slightly as he zips up his jeans. You roll your eyes at yourself for feeling bad, knowing that's exactly why youâre in this position to begin with.
âIt was good, Jungkook.â You blink at him, your voice lacking the enthusiasm heâs used to. Now fully dressed, he walks over to you, his shoulders drooping slightly.
You clear your throat and open the door wider, a gesture for him to leave. Jungkook hesitates, stopping just in front of you, his hand brushing your arm gently. But you pull away, and his heart sinks further.
âI have to goââ
Jungkook cuts you off with a frustrated huff. âY/n, if I did something you didnât like, you need to tell me. I told you before, if I get too rough, I want to know⊠I'm sorrââ
âYou werenât too rough,â you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head. âIâll text you later, okay? I really have to goââ
âSeriously?â He snaps, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. âWhere? To Taehyungâs?â
Your head tilts as you look up at him, unimpressed. âWhy do you just assume Iâm going to another guy's? I could have a study groupââ
âBecause I know when your study groups are,â he shoots back, glancing at his phone and then at you. âAnd because you said we had a couple hours. Itâs only been forty-five minutes.â
âCan I explain later?â you sigh, exasperated. âThis is taking so lonââ
âHoly shit,â Jungkook mutters under his breath, shaking his head, jaw clenched as he brushes past you toward the front door.
He shoves his feet into his shoes angrily, staring at you as you quietly close your bedroom door and follow him. Thereâs a softness to your movement, a quietness that almost makes his anger dissolve. Almost.
âIâm not going to keep doing this.â His voice holds a cold finality, one that makes your eyes drop to the floor. When you finally look up, thereâs a slight glassiness in your gaze, and his throat tightens. âIâm not going to let you make me feel like this anymore.â
You stay silent, your eyes flicking between his before you nod slightly and slip on your sandals. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as you open the front door. You stand there, waiting for him to walk through.
Jungkook glances at the corridor, then back at you, and his resolve immediately fucking crumbles. His lips part, ready to take it all back. Tell you he didnât mean it. That he doesnât care how many times you push him away, ignore his texts, put your situationship on hold while you see where things could go with another guy that could offer you what he couldn't. Heâd still come back.
Heâll always come back.
But his eyes flick to your phone as it dings, a message from your ex, Taehyung, flashing across the screen. You meet his gaze briefly before you flip the phone over, hiding the notification. But itâs too late. Jungkook already saw it.
He leaves without a word.

âDunno. Been like two days or something. Don't remember, don't care.â Jungkookâs voice is flat, casual, but tension lingers behind his words as his thumbs flick over the controller, eyes locked on the screen.
He and Jimin are sprawled out on their dorm couch, Jungkook playing FIFA while his best friend scrolls through his phone.
Jimin doesnât even look up, fingers tapping lazily as he scrolls. âWhy do you still pretend like you donât care around me? Iâm like the last person you should lie to.â
Jungkookâs jaw tightens, eyes focused on the screen as his player sprints down the pitch. But everything feels off, like the gameâs moving slower than it should. His shot misses the goal by a mile, and his teeth clench hard. âIâm not lying.â
Jimin rolls his eyes amusedly, still swiping through his Instagram feed. âMm, sure, Jungkookie. I believe you.â
âIâm not,â Jungkook snaps, offended, his grip tightening on the controller. He flicks back to the main menu and loads into another match after getting absolutely thrashed in the last one. âShe hasnât texted me, I havenât texted her. Whatever. Sheâs probably back with her ex or something. Couldnât care less.â
The small sniff that follows is almost imperceptible, but Jimin catches it, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. âAh.â He hums, not even bothering to look up. âYouâre trying to convince yourself, not me. I get it. No worries then.â
Jungkookâs fingers freeze over the controller, jaw locking as his eyes snap to Jimin. Heâs burning holes into the side of the blondeâs head, and it takes everything in him not to hurl the controller across the room. Meanwhile, Jimin, lounging comfortably on the other end of the couch, continues scrolling, completely unbothered.
Jungkook exhales harshly through his nose, turning back to the screen. His chest tightens, frustration building, making every movement feel stiff and out of place. The new match starts, but heâs not in it. The ball slides past him, and when another easy goal slips through his fingers, his teeth grit harder.
He canât focus. Not on the game, not on anything. Because all he can think about is you. How you brushed him off like it was nothing, how you acted like he didnât matter. And the worst part? You still havenât texted.
Not once.
He keeps telling himself itâs fine. That he doesnât care. But the tightening in his chest, the ache in his stomach â it all says otherwise. You both get around, and itâs no secret. Jungkook canât even remember the last time he even cared about hearing from someone after hooking up.
But you?
You have him wrapped around your finger so tight that he hasnât eaten properly for the past forty-eight hours, meanwhile you havenât even sent him a single fucking text.
Itâs pathetic. He's pathetic. And itâs all your fault.
Jiminâs voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts, softer but still pointed. âYou know,â he starts, glancing up from his phone, âif you really didnât care, you wouldnât be this upset, Jungkookie.â
Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping the controller to the side without even pausing the game, dragging a hand through his messy hair in frustration. "Yeah, I know, hyung. But I donât even know why sheâs mad in the first place. Things were fine. Good, actually. Like really fucking good."
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âHoly fuck!â
Your gasp fills the room as you clutch the back of your thighs, holding your bent legs up while Jungkook drives his cock deeper inside you. His hips snap against yours with his athlete precision, his thick length slamming into your g-spot with each thrust, ripping strangled, throaty moans from your throat.
âYes baby,â you whimper, your voice cracking. "So gooâuh! uhh, uhhh, my godddd!"
Jungkookâs chest heaves, his teeth dragging over his lip ring as he watches you fall apart beneath him. âI know, baby, I fucking know,â he groans, his voice rough, the sound of your wet cunt sucking him in driving him wild. âFeels so fucking good. Always take me so well, Y/nn. Such a pretty little pussy. Made for me, ah? Fuucck.â
Your nails dig into your thighs as you spread your legs wider, needing him deeper. "Yessss, uh, love your big cock, Jungkookie. M-makes me feel fucking dumb. Godddd, I love it."
He groans, his pace quickening, eyes locked on the way you tremble under him, your eyes rolled back, expression completely fucked out. His lips part to tell you how fucking pretty you look whenâ
The sound of your roommateâs keys jingling in the front door freezes him.
âShit,â he curses under his breath, pulling out of you so fast it makes you wince. In a scramble, Jungkook jumps off the bed, grabbing his clothes and kicking them under the frame in a huff.
Your blanket is barely covering you when he dives toward your closet, slipping inside and shutting the door just as the front door swings open. Your heart sinks as you watch him disappear. You clear your throat, sitting up just in time for your best friend to step into the room.
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Jungkook leans back into the couch, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at nothing in particular. âSee what I mean? We were good. Then, boom, sheâs pissed.â
Jimin scoffs, still amused as he scrolls through his phone. âAre you fucking stupid?â
Jungkook turns to him, confusion written all over his face. âWhat?â
Jimin rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto the coffee table and fixing his best friend with a deadpan stare. "You really donât get it, do you?"
"Well, obviously fucking not, hyung. Can you stop talking in code and just tell me?â

The dim lights of the campus library flicker slightly as Jungkook pushes through the double doors, the sound of ice clinking against the sides of the drink in his hand echoing in the foyer. The space is mostly empty now, save for a few scattered students packing up their things, preparing to leave for the night.
His eyes immediately find you. Youâre by the front counter, walking away from one of the tables, probably having just told the last few stragglers that the library is closing. For a moment, you donât notice him, too absorbed in your task, your brows furrowed in concentration as you tidy up the space. But when he approaches the counter, heart lodged in his throat, your eyes finally land on him.
âSorry, weâre closed for the nââ Your words falter as soon as you realize whoâs standing before you. Jungkook, clad in a cozy hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, his big boba eyes skimming over your face. His expression softens as he blinks, shifting the drink in his hand.
âHey,â he says quietly, placing the Dunkinâ cup on the counter in front of you before slipping his hands back into his pockets. âCan we please talk?â
Your eyes flicker from his face to the drink, lingering on the straw already placed in the cup, a chunk of the liquid missing. You wrap your fingers around the cup with an amused look, lifting it to take a sip of the caramel coffee.
Glancing at the time on the computer monitor beside you, you ignore the way him getting your order exactly right makes you feel and nod slightly. âSure, but can it be quick? Iâve still got a bit of reshelving to do before I head off,â you hum, your gaze darting back to him.
âIâll help?â

Jungkookâs gaze follows you as you step up onto the stool, reaching to place a book on the top shelf. He couldnât tell you what the novelâs about, not even if you held a gun to his head. But he could tell you exactly what color panties youâre wearing, thanks to the perfect view your short skirt offers him every time you stretch up.
Baby blue, by the way.
Once the book is nestled between the others, you glance down at him, pushing your glasses back up your nose when they slip slightly. âNext one, please.â
He blinks, shaking off the haze clouding his brain, and hands you the last dusty book in his hands. His eyes trail over you, glued to the way you move as you place the book on the shelf, the scent of your coconut shampoo and vanilla-creme perfume making his head spin.
âYou know, weâre almost finished, and you still havenât done much talking,â you say lightly, your Docs clacking against the steps as you climb back down.
âYou look so pretty today,â Jungkook blurts dumbly, his voice a little hoarse as he follows you down the aisle, pushing the book cart.
Your head tilts in amusement as you watch him get closer, his hood still tugged low over his hair. âThank you, Jungkook. You look cute in your hoodie.â
âY'still mad at me?â he asks with a cute little frown, pulling the cart to a stop before stepping around it to stand directly in front of you.
Your soft laugh hums through the quiet library as you shake your head. âDonât think so.â You let him close the distance, his big hands ghosting over the sleeves of your sweater, sending shivers up your arms.
âStop calling me Jungkook then,â he mutters, his lips brushing your ear as he leans down, resting his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent heâs been craving for days.
âIsnât that your name?â you feign confusion, lifting your hands to pull his hoodie down, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair that appear.
Jungkook nips lightly at your neck in warning, the gentle bite making you let out a soft breathy noise, and he swallows hard. âKookie or Jungkookie,â he corrects, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses little kisses into your skin.
âKook?â you hum, your teasing tone making his hands slide further down your waist.
âNo,â he scoffs under his breath, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck without even trying. âTae calls me that.â
A laugh slips from your lips, but heâs not laughing. He pulls you closer, his lips lingering on your skin as he mumbles, âIâm so sorry, Y/nn.â
He leans back to meet your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach twist. âI didnât hide because I was embarrassed of you, I swear. I justââ
âWhoa,â you mutter, your hands pressing gently against his chest as you push him back a little. âI didnât say that. Why are youââ
âJimin hyung told me,â he pouts, taking a step closer as you step back. âI didnât understand why you were mad, but he explained it to me, andââ
âYouâre telling people about what happens between us?â you snap, moving around him. âWhy would you do that?â
âBecause I was confused and losing my mind,â he rushes out, his voice tight with frustration. âYou hadnât texted me since that day, and I was going crazyââ
âYou didnât text me either,â you shoot back, shaking your head as you grab the last three books from the cart and climb the step stool. âWeâre not together, Jungkook. You donât have to worry about hurting my feelings.â You laugh bitterly. âAnd anyway, you didnâtââ
âBullshit,â Jungkook frowns, stepping closer to the stool as you shove the books onto the shelf with more force than necessary. âYou were pissed at me.â
You donât reply, your hands gripping the books tightly as you try to shove them into place, but your frustration makes them impossible to slide in properly. Jungkook keeps talking, and your hands shake as you fumble with the last book.
Then, with one final shove, the book slams into place, but your shoe slips against the edge of the stool. Before you can even begin to fall, his strong hands are around your waist, lifting you off the steps and plopping you safely on the ground.
âY'okay?â Jungkook asks, his voice soft as he steadies you. His hands linger on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.
You donât want to admit how flustered you feel, but his hands are so warm, so soft, and you donât pull away. You just nod gently.
Jungkook leans in, his lips brushing your neck again as he mumbles, âYou're usually private about your personal life, and I didnât want you to worry about explaining anything to Nari that you didn't want to. Would never be embarrassed of you. Could never be."
Your heart softens at his words, and you can't control your body as it melts into him, your fingers curling into the back of his hoodie. His lips drag up the soft skin of your neck until they eventually find yours, and just like that, you forget why you were ever mad at the pretty fuck-boy in the first place.
His mouth moves hungrily against yours as he pushes you gently against the shelves and your breath catches, letting him lift you by your thighs until they're wrapped around his waist, his groin pressing right between your legs.
The kiss grows a little deeper, a little wetter, and your hands thread through his hair, tugging at the scalp and humming in delight when his groan vibrates against your lips. His tongue swipes against yours, his nose nudging up that your glasses lift and a soft moan slips from your lips, your own tongue trying to lick off all the caramel he stole from your drink.
Just as your hands slip under his hoodie, your phone starts buzzing in the cart. Jungkook pulls back, breathing heavily, his lips red and a little swollen as his long arm reaches for your phone. He hands it to you, letting your legs sink to the ground as he takes a quick peek at the screen.
His tongue flicks over his lipring in annoyance when he sees the name on the display. KTH.
You glance down at the phone in your hand, completely unbothered as you decline the call. Taehyungâs name disappears from the screen, and you lean up to press a soft kiss to Jungkookâs pouty lips before turning back to pack the stool into the now-empty cart.
Jungkook adjusts his hoodie slightly as he watches you push the cart back down the isle. He follows close behind, biting his lip to keep from breaking into a big fucking grin.

âDid you guys at least use a condom?â
âShut up,â you laugh, nudging Jungkookâs side as the two of you make your way toward the library entrance. The lights flick off one by one behind you, your voice filling the quiet space. âI didnât sleep with him.â
Jungkook has your bag slung over his shoulder, his pleased little smile plastered across his lips as he gives you a once-over. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip, unable to stop himself from staring.
You just look so sweet. Wrapped up in your white knitted sweater, smooth and soft legs disappearing under the hem of your little plaid skirt, hair falling imperfectly perfect over your shoulders. And those glasses. Those pretty fucking glasses perched on your pretty fucking nose. He doesnât know why, but the sight of them makes his cock throb in his joggers. You just... do that to him.
Finally, you both reach the double doors. Jungkook pulls the keys from your bag, dropping them into your palm as he steps a little closer. The air between you stills for a moment, neither of you saying anything as he watches you carefully. His brow furrows slightly, his heart skipping a beat as you fidget with the keys in your hand, blinking up at him through those pretty eyes. He wonders whatâs running through that brilliant mind of yours.
âIâm sorry, Kookie,â you say softly, your voice breaking the silence.
Jungkook frowns, shaking his head as he takes another step closer, the concern in his eyes clear. âWhy?â
âYou told me you wouldnât let me âcontinue to make you feel this way,â and I justââ
âNo, Y/nn, I didnât meanââ
âNo, Jungkookie.â Your voice is firmer this time as you look up at him, your expression more serious. âYou have every right to establish boundaries. If I make you feel confused or frustrated, you donât have to put up with that.â
ïżœïżœïżœIâd let you, like, spit on me and tell me Iâm stupid, Y/nn,â he shrugs, flashing you a pretty grin. âWell, I am stupid, but still, Iâd let youââ
âYou are not stupid.â Your eyebrows pull together as you cross your arms, voice sharp with protectiveness. âDid someone call you stupid?â
Jungkook bites his lip, fighting to keep the smile off his face. âNo, Iâm just saying you could if you wanted to.â
âYouâre such an idiot,â you huff, your arms falling to your sides as the keys jingle in your hand.
âHey⊠you justââ
âAh,â you murmur, giggling softly as you step closer, slipping your arms around his waist. âSorry, I didnât mean that. Youâre the smartest boy,â you coo, tiptoeing up to press soft kisses under his jaw.
Jungkookâs lips purse as he bites back a smile, his heart swelling at your touch. He tilts his head down, his eyes locking onto your cute little pout, and with no resistance left in him, he lets his grin break free as he leans down to capture your lips with his.
A light groan escapes from his throat as your arms tighten around his waist, your soft, warm body pressing against his like itâs exactly where you belong. His hands slip up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair as his lips part against yours. His tongue slips through, finding yours effortlessly as the kiss deepens, his world melting away until itâs just you. Just the way it should be.
Until the weirdest thing happens.
It's almost as if the one person Jungkook least wanted to see on the entire planet had suddenlyâ
âY/nn?â
Taehyungâs voice shatters the moment, and you immediately break away, furrowing your brows in confusion as you turn toward the sound. Youâre still snug against Jungkookâs chest, his arms reluctant to let you go, tightening a little when he realizes who it is.
âTae?â you blink, your hands dropping to Jungkookâs forearms, gently prying them loose as you glance up at him. His jaw is set tight and you wipe a bit of your lip gloss from the corner of his mouth. âOne sec, Kookie. Lemme justââ
âY/nâŠâ Taehyungâs knock on the glass comes again, this time a little more impatient, and Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head.
âIâm coming,â you call out, slipping from Jungkookâs grasp and flicking the latch on the library door. The cold night air rushes in as Taehyung steps inside, a warm smile instantly spreading across his face as he spots you.
âHey,â he greets, moving closer and wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. You reciprocate, giving him a light pat on the back, but his hands slide down to rest around your waist, lingering in a way that makes Jungkookâs tongue poke the inside of his cheek.
Jungkook shifts his weight from one foot to the other, your bag slipping slightly down his arm as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, his narrowed gaze fixed on the back of Taehyungâs head.
âWhatâre you doing here?â you ask, stepping back from Taehyungâs hold, your brows knitting as you look up at him.
Taehyung sighs, letting his hands fall to his sides. âYou werenât answering my calls or texts for the past three days. I even went to your dorm and asked Nari what you were up to, but she told me you died and to go away, so⊠Iâve been trying all the places I thought youâd be.â
Jungkookâs brows shoot up, disbelief flickering across his face. The sheer guts it took for Taehyung to admit all that in front of him? And the fact that he was doing all that in the first place? He thought he was your biggest simp, but shit.
Then, as the words settle, a wave of relief washes over him. You havenât talked to Taehyung in three days. So, you really werenât texting him that night.
His heart soars.
You offer Taehyung a small smile. âIâve just been really busy, sorry, Tae.â
Taehyung chuckles, shrugging lightly. âYeah, seems like itâŠâ His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, lingering on the bag hanging from his arm for just a second before he nods in acknowledgment. âHey, Kook.â
The striker forces a tight-lipped smile, returning the goalie's nod. âHey, Tae.â
The tension in the air is thick, making you clear your throat awkwardly. Being stuck in an empty room with the both of them? Fucking nightmare fuel.
You knew getting involved with two guys from the same sports team and friend group was a disaster waiting to happen. But in your defense, it wasnât exactly the plan...
Youâd already been hooking up with Jungkook casually for a while before Taehyung even entered the picture. In fact, the last time you had slept with Jungkook was right before a match that Taehyung had invited you to watch. Youâd been texting with him for a while, and the plan was to go out to dinner after the game. Jungkook had never invited you to a gameâŠ
Anyway, not exactly your proudest moment.
It's just that when Jungkook had gotten all pouty and sad after you told him you wanted to see where things with Taehyung could go, and there were twenty minutes left before the game startedâŠ
It was a parting gift, okay?
Taehyung had been a great boyfriend, truly. Caring, funny, easy on the eyes â things had been going well. You werenât even sure why you ended it after five months.
Maybe it had something to do with the way your stomach would twist every time you were out with the group, and Taehyung wasnât the one making you laugh the hardest that night.
Maybe it had something to do with the way youâd sit in the bleachers, watching their games, but your eyes would somehow always drift to Jersey #1 instead of Jersey #30.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that a twenty-minute quickie with #1 had been more intense, more mind-numbing than anything you experienced during five months with #30.
But those were just theories, of course.
âHave you eaten?â
Taehyungâs voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, refocusing on him. âHmm? Uh, no. But I was going toââ
âHanjieâs is open late. Did you wanna grab something for dinner?â he suggests, his tone hopeful as he looks over at Jungkook and adds, âYou down, Kook?â
Your brows furrow instantly at the worst idea youâve ever heard. As your lips part to impolitely decline the invitation, Jungkook responds faster than you can.
âYeah, I could eat.â
Your eyes snap to Jungkook, wide with horror. Heâs holding Taehyungâs gaze, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips as he adjusts your bag on his shoulder. He glances at you, his head tilting slightly like heâs enjoying this far too much.
You narrow your eyes at him, disbelief written all over your face, before turning back to Taehyung. Youâre about to put an end to this terrible plan, but Taehyung chimes in again, all smiles and casual energy. âCool, letâs go.â
He pushes the door open, holding it for the two of you, looking back at you expectantly.
Your fists clench at your sides, and you stay rooted to the spot, but then Jungkookâs warm hand presses gently against the small of your back. âCâmon, know youâre hungry,â he murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear. âIâll pay.â
You roll your eyes, but reluctantly step forward, letting him guide you into the cold night air. Taehyung happily lets the door swing shut behind you both, glancing back as Jungkook locks the double doors behind him with the keys you hadnât even realized heâd slipped from your hands. He drops them back into your bag, pulling his hood back up over his head before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.
You fall into step between the two football players, walking silently down the cold campus path toward Hanjieâs Sikdang. You hug your arms tighter across your chest, sending up a silent prayer that one of the street lamps overhead would give way and fall right on top of you.

You trail behind Taehyung and Jungkook, who are already making their way to a booth. They slide into opposite sides, both of them leaving an open space beside them, clearly expecting you to take a seat.
Your jaw clenches as you glance between the two options, your eyes drifting to a stool at the edge of the room. It's tempting, but dragging it all the way over to sit at the end of the table would make you look like a fucking freak, and so, with a resigned sigh, you walk toward the left side of the booth.
Jungkook bites back a smirk as you slide in next to him, promptly grabbing your bag to plop it on the other side of the seat, removing the barrier between you. His knee bumps yours under the table, and though you roll your eyes, you pick up your phone, pretending to check your notifications to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
Menus are passed around, and the three of you glance over them briefly. Taehyung orders a steak sandwich, while you and Jungkook opt for cheeseburgers and he gets fries for the table.
As the pretty waitress walks away, you steal a quick glance at Jungkook, curious if he noticed the way she blatantly flirted with him. But, to your surprise, he seems completely unfazed, swirling his straw in his drink with casual indifference. Hm. He definitely noticed.
Taehyung, ever the easygoing type, tries to break the silence by bringing up a lighthearted memory. From when the two of you were fucking dating.
"Y/nn always used to order iced tea on our dates," he chuckles, glancing at the drink both you and Jungkook just ordered. "Guess some things never change, huh?"
Your eyes flicker toward Jungkook, who already knows how much you love iced tea. Heâs watched you order it countless times on group nights out, and sometimes, heâs even ordered it for you when you were running late or in the bathroom when the waiter came by. His lips pull into a tight smile as he takes a sip from his glass, clearly trying not to react to the comment.
"Yeah," Jungkook says, his voice casual but carrying a subtle edge. "I know."
The conversation drifts from small talk to more neutral topics, and soon the food arrives. You try to focus on your cheeseburger, nodding along as Taehyung chats about practice and classes, chiming in here and there. But somehow, the conversation keeps veering back to your shared past with him.
"Remember when you used to bring me snacks to practice? Gummies and pocky sticks?" Taehyung teases with a grin, leaning back in his seat as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "You were so good at taking care of me back then."
You laugh lightly, brushing it off with a nonchalant shrug. It's an old chapter of your life, one that no longer holds any weight. But beside you, Jungkookâs energy shifts. His body grows tense, his thigh pressing harder against yours as his grip on his burger tightens.
You glance over at him, your brows furrowing slightly. Heâs clearly frustrated, and you just blink slowly. You didnât care about Taehyungâs comments. Why should he?
"Yeah," Jungkook mutters, his voice low as he shoots Taehyung a tight smile. "Iâm sure Y/nnâs still great at taking care of people."
Thereâs a sharpness to his words, a barely-veiled implication that makes you chew slower on your bite of the burger. You glance down at your plate, shaking your head subtly as discomfort creeps up on you. Taehyung, oblivious or unbothered to the underlying tension, laughs at Jungkookâs comment and nods along.
"Yeah, Iâm sure she is," he agrees, his tone light and carefree.
You force a smile, but the entire situation feels like a cruel joke. You glance at the door, reconsidering your poor life choices. A free cheeseburger is definitely not worth the monthâs supply of testosterone youâve just inhaled in the past fifteen minutes.
"I'm tired," you say after another minute, setting down your half-eaten burger. Both boys glance up at you, Taehyung is the first to respond.
"Long day?" he asks softly, biting into a few fries.
You nod, reaching for a napkin to wipe the grease from your fingers. Jungkookâs gaze is heavy on the side of your face, and when you look up, you see him finish chewing before giving you a nod.
"Okay, let's go," he says, waiting for you to slide out of the booth.
You shake your head, gesturing toward the food still left on both their plates. âFinish eating, Iâll wait until you guys are done.â
Jungkookâs lips part, probably to insist, but Taehyung beats him to it. "I'm pretty much done... I can walk you back to your dorm if you want? It's getting dark out."
Your head turns to Taehyung, blinking at his unfairly gorgeous face before you smile appreciatively. "That's okay, Tae. Itâs not far, Iâll be fine."
Jungkook looks down at his plate, his jaw working as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. Without a word, he picks up the last bite of his burger, shoves it into his mouth, and quickly chugs the rest of his iced tea. He swallows, then pats your thigh with finality. "Câmon, letâs go."
You glance up at him, noting the firm set of his expression as you grab your phone from the table. Jungkook reaches for your bag, sliding it off the booth as you both prepare to leave. Taehyung hums in surprise, stuffing a few more fries into his mouth before sliding out of the booth with a smile.
"Hey, no, if youâre still hungry, eat," you frown lightly, tilting your head at Taehyung. "Weâll wait."
Beside you, Jungkookâs hand tightens around your waist in protest, and you give him a pointed nudge in the ribs with your elbow. He exhales sharply through his nose, clearly annoyed but relenting.
Taehyung laughs through his mouthful, shaking his head before swallowing. "Nah, all good. Iâm full now, letâs head out."
Jungkookâs hand slips from your waist momentarily as he tosses a few notes down for the bill and a tip before placing his arm back around you. Taehyung follows suit, placing his cut on top of Jungkookâs and tucking his wallet back into his pocket. He falls back into step with the two of you, still smiling as you guys leave the diner.

The walk back to the female dormitories isnât long, the three of you strolling along the stony path under the soft glow of the streetlights.
Things are okay now, your stomach satiated and the fact that you're going to be tucked up in your bed soon easing your mind. Taehyung walks to your right, Jungkook to your left, the latter quiet, the former chatty. As the temperature drops even further, you canât help the slight shiver that runs down your spine.
Taehyung notices immediately and stops his ramble. âHere,â he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, his voice as warm as ever. âYouâre freezing. Take this.â
Normally, you wouldâve accepted it without a second thought because 1. it's a cute boy offering you his jacket, and 2. why would you want to freeze to death?
But when you feel Jungkook tense slightly beside you, you pause. Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you gently rub your hand over Taehyungâs shoulder in thanks, offering him a small smile as you decline. âIâm fine, Tae, thanks though.â
As you glance over at Jungkook, you catch his eyes, narrowing yours as they shift up and down his hoodie. If he doesnât want you to have Taehyungâs jacket so bad, he can offer you his own.
He holds your gaze, his lips quirking up in amusement as his tongue darts out to swipe over his lip. His hands easily drop to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it slightly to reveal his bare stomach with no shirt underneath.
You can barely suppress the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of his cute tummy after eating, but you keep your expression serious, raising a brow as if to say, Okay, and? Give it.
Jungkook tilts his head at you, his lips curving upwards, a breathy laugh escaping as he bites down on his lip ring. With a resigned shake of his head, he stops walking, both hands going to the hem of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off.
A snicker bursts out of you, and before he can expose himself any further, your hands fly out to stop him, tugging his hoodie back down. âShameless,â you mutter, shaking your head, still laughing softly as you grab his arm and drag him along.
You fall back into step with Taehyung, who glanced back curiously at the two of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged his jacket back on. When you finally reach the steps of your dorm block, you climb up the first one, turning back to face them.
âThanks for walking me home. Sorry I was a bummer at dinner.â You give a small, apologetic smile, your hands clutching the strap of your purse. âIt was good, Iâm just tired.â
Jungkook blinks, his eyes raking over you, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he remains quiet. Meanwhile, Taehyung shakes his head, his voice gentle. âDonât apologize. You didnât do anything wrong. Love spending time with you, no matter how youâre feeling.â
Your heart tugs at his words, the familiar pang of guilt settling in your chest. You feel bad for ignoring his texts, but even worse because, as sweet as his words are, you wish they were coming from Jungkook instead.
God, you fucking suck.
âThank you, Taehyungie.â You offer him a soft smile, setting your bag down on the step before stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck.
He steps closer, his hands curling gently around your sides as he pulls you into a warm hug. His body relaxes slightly in your embrace, the sound of the nickname you'd always call him when you were together turning his limbs to jelly. Your hands rub gently across his back before you give him a light squeeze.
As you pull back, your eyes meet Jungkookâs. His expression is hard to read â his gaze on you, but not quite meeting yours. Taehyungâs hands reluctantly fall away from your waist, and he quickly wipes the disappointment from his face, replacing it with his signature bear-y grin.
You shift in your stance as Taehyung steps back, his eyes wandering around the dark, empty courtyard. A soft sigh lodges in your chest as the quiet stretches on, Jungkook continuing to stand there, his eyes still resting on you. Unmoving, silent.
After a long minute, Taehyung breaks the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. âReady to go, Kook?â
He glances at Jungkook, clearly surprised by his stillness, as if he expected him to have said goodbye to you properly by now â maybe with a hug or at least some words.
That makes two of you.

a/n ermm i know that dorms def do nott have seperate bedrooms at uni... đ i realized once i was on my final re-read and i was nawtt going back to re-edit it all đ so let's use our big imaginations for this one!! lemme know what u think? love youu <3
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Hello love!! How are you doing? đ
I LOVE your works so much!! You are so amazing and talented!! I wanted to thank you for writing the đđ»đźđȘđŽđ cursed technique Nanami fic, and especially not judging me for it đ«¶đœ. I donât know you but you seem like such a nice and cool person, with that being said⊠I was thinking about a fic I saw where Saturo Gojo got his wisdom teeth removed and he falls in love with you over again and I thought that would ADORABLE but with Kento đ (also I canât remember who wrote the fic to give credit sorry) So like yeah Nanami would get his wisdom teeth removed and youâd take care of him and he would be such a charming man (he already is) but like just the most fluff thing heâd be like âyouâre a very beautiful nurseâ âIâm not a nurse but thank youâ you feel me? Anyways that was it lol
Much love and take care!! đđ
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is it like your followers cause I see request and people ask if they can be added as anon and Iâm like so confused)
Youâre myâŠ. my wife?
Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, established relationship, crack, fluff, suggestive at the end.
An: Hey Anon! Tysm for requesting again. Iâm glad you liked the freaky energy fic!! Also, ofc Iâll never judge you for any fic idea (as long as itâs not like straight up deplorable with nasty kinks).
I hope itâs okay, but I changed this fic idea a little because I fear it was a bit too close to the original creatorâs idea, and I donât want to encroach on their idea. However, I hope the vibes are still there that you wanted!!

Your normally strong, doting, intelligent husband has been reduced to a confused mess. Lying in the bed in the sterile infirmary, Shoko carefully monitors his vitals while Satoru recites exactly how it all happened for the nth time.
Your loving, sweet, charming husband was hit with a very specific cursed technique while he was out on a mission with Gojo. Luckily, he was physically unharmed and mostly mentally unharmed as well⊠except the cursed technique is one that messes with the memory.
The curse didnât just want to kill Nanami; it wanted to break him. The curse robbed Nanami of his memory of his most precious moments: the oneâs that included you.
His hazel eyes scanned the room, wondering why everyone was making such a big fuss over him. He was fine - really.
You sat beside his hospital bed, wanting to hold his hand, but you didnât want to overwhelm him. Shoko said that his mind may be a bit fragile after having such a crucial part of his memory tampered with.
When his hazel eyes met yours, Nanami stared at you for a moment before shifting in his bed slightly. He looked to be uncomfortable with your sheer presence, which only broke your heart more.
âWere you hit with the cursed technique too?â He finally speaks, looking over at you with a bit of a confused look. He was really trying to piece together why you were here with him.
âOh, umïżœïżœ no..â You quietly respond with a forced smile. Your heart longed for your husband, and he was right here but he wasnât your husband.
âForgive me⊠Are you Shokoâs apprentice..?â He tries once again to remember. Heâs seen your face before. Maybe in a different lifetime.
Satoru and Shoko are silent as they both witness whatâs going on between you and Nanami. Holding their breaths, theyâre hopeful that heâll regain his memory at some point. The curse couldnât just extract memories. As Shoko explained it, the curse probably just kept the memories hidden from Nanami. Your husband will probably slowly start to remember you over time.
âNo⊠Iâm not Shokoâs apprentice.â You politely answer again. As bittersweet as this is, itâs certainly a cute scene to see Kento trying to make conversation with you.
âHm.â He hums to himself quietly before he gazes at you again. His hand combs through his hair, trying to fix it up from lying in the hospital bed, and Satoru quietly snickers.
âTrying to look good for her, Nanamin?â He teases lightheartedly, earning a death glare from your husband. You softly giggle too, realizing whatâs going on. Your poor husband isnât uncomfortable with your presence. Heâs nervous.
âDonât be crude, Satoru. Thereâs a lady in the room.â He huffs, shaking his head at Satoruâs audacity.
âAww, thank you, Nanami.â Shoko grins, subtly playing along with Satoruâs tactic.
âI wasnât talking about you.â Nanami responds flatly before his eyes shift to you in another âsecretiveâ glance, except everyone notices how he keeps looking at you. Your husband canât keep his eyes off of you.
âI.. apologize for being a bit forward, but do you think we couldâŠâ His eyes flicker down to the wedding band thatâs proudly sat upon your finger. His face subtly drops to a disappointed look. âAh, I see. forget what I was saying.â
Shoko and Satoru are nearly losing it. The irony that Nanami is disappointed that he canât ask you out because youâre married to him is hilarious. You give them a look, and they both quickly excuse themselves from the room, so they can go laugh together.
Once the two are finally out of the room, you smile softly before placing your hand over your husbandâs, using your thumb to gently stroke the back of his hand. He looks at you with an unsure look, but he doesnât remove his hand. His Adamâs apple bobs as he swallows harshly.
âIf you were my wife, I wouldnât like you touching another man like thatâŠâ He mutters quietly, causing you to softly giggle.
âWell, itâs a good thing I am your wife.â You finally reveal to him, unable to keep the secret any longer.
Nanamiâs eyes widen, and he looks at you with sparkling eyes but also utter confusion written all over his face. His heart is racing in his chest. The heart monitor starts to beep at a more pressured pace. The pretty woman that has been sitting next to him is his wifeâŠ?
âYouâre my⊠my wife?â He asks quietly.
âMhm.â You hum in agreement before lacing your fingers with his. Your wedding band rubs against his. Both of the gems were cut from the same diamond. His eyes then focus on the joining of your hands, and he notices it too. âWeâve been married for a few years now.â You explain in a calm tone, trying to ease him into the idea of it all.
âI⊠Iâm sorry⊠I donât-â Nanami is rarely off kilter like this, but heâs just trying to wrap his head around it all. Youâre his wife⊠Youâre his wife. âIâm sorry- I just canât seem to rememberâŠâ
âItâs okay, Ken. Take your time.â You encourage as you rub on his hand gently.
His eyes fall to his lap, and a small smile curls on his lips. He may not completely comprehend whatâs going on, but he knows in his very soul that heâs the luckiest man alive because youâre his wife.
Watching Ken fall in love with you all over again and rediscover all his daily pleasures was a treat. He slowly regained his memory over time: prompted by his senses randomly picking up on familiar sighs, smells, or even tastes.
Ken didnât only fall in love with you all over again. He fell in love with the life he cultivated with you again. He found himself laughing a bit harder. He squeezed you a bit tighter. He lounged in bed for an extra ten minutes in the morning time to bask in your presence.
Oh, and thatâs not to mention the literal tears he cried the first time he felt your cherished cunt after the incident. The way you squeezed around him so intensely⊠the way itâs so fucking wet â greedily sucking him in⊠Goddamn, heâs so lucky to have you.
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How would bucky react to his wife being known as a milfđ jealous or proud
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warnings: pda, possessiveness, you and bucky are married and have a 3 year old sonđ and no actual smut but some allusions to it
authorâs note: i think heâd be a mix of both but he only knows how to be possessive about it!!! sorry if this is not what you wanted but it is unfortunately the way my mind workedđ
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18+ only minors dni.
Buckyâs not blind. He knows youâre beautiful inside and out and how your energy reflects on everything you do. The kindness in your heart and the serenity in your soul attract people to you. The fact that youâre the most gorgeous person on the planet is just a little added bonus.
This Saturday afternoon is spent shopping for a new summer wardrobe for your three-year-old son and maybe snagging a couple of cute pieces for yourself.
Bucky completely clears his schedule every weekend without fail to devote time to you and your child together. This one starts with a brunch. You are dressed up all sweet and pretty for him in a dainty white sundress, enhancing your body in all the best ways. You look breathtaking, and Bucky hasnât been able to keep his hands off you. Heâs not sure how heâs supposed to behave for the rest of the day until he can get you back into the bed.
You seem to have caught the attention of the young waiter, whose pale skin grows a splotchy red every time you thank him for his service. He stutters out a thank you, boldly initiating eye contact but quickly darting away when Bucky sits up just a little bit straighter, a little bit taller.
Later, after a successful shopping trip, you hold back a giggle as your son darts around the playground while you are seated next to Bucky on the bench.
âWhatâs so funny, baby?â he furrows his eyebrows, still a bit peeved at how the sales associate at the previous boutique you three visited wanted to set you up with her son. Showing you pictures and talking him up. Bucky was busy on the other end of the store, letting your son wander around to burn off more energy. His ears perked up at your conversation with the older lady. He argues that what he did was not petty or childish in the slightest, but the way he all but stalked over to you just to place a possessive hand on your waist and an almost vulgar kiss on your lips had the poor lady coughing in discomfort as she quickly busied herself with folding clothes.
Then suddenly, your son appeared and began poking at your calf, âMama, can we go now?â While you remained breathless with your cheeks burning, Bucky quickly snatched him up, kissing his forehead before leading you two out of the boutique. A few minutes later, youâre in the car, and your son gets your attention from the backseat. " Mama, mama!â you reply, turning around as Bucky pulls out of the parking spot. " Yes, baby?â
âDada said we have to save you from the monster lady! He said she was going to steal you from us! Did we safe you, mama? " His chubby face is twisted in concern.
You looked at Bucky with narrow eyes, a light smile tugging at your lips: " Yeah, baby, you saved me. Thank god I have you and Dada to protect me!â Bucky just had a smug smile on his face, not at all ashamed of what he had done. Your son giggled in agreement, no longer concerned and instead focused on the cars passing by. You fiddled with Buckyâs fingers on your thigh as you admired him while he was driving when he leisurely brought your hand to his face, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.
âNothing,â you giggle, watching your son run around the slide instead of sliding down it, âI just think itâs cute how jealous you get.â Your voice has a teasing lilt as you look up at him, playfully squishing his cheeks together. Bucky rolls his eyes, his hand grabbing your wrist gently to easily remove it from his face as he moves your hand to trace over the diamond ring adorning your ring finger. With a slight smirk, he brings your hand up to kiss your ring finger, intertwining your hands and looking at you with a glint in his eyes.
He brings his face closer to yours, lips hovering but not touching as he speaks lowly, âOur next stop is gonna be a jewelry store. Iâm getting you a bigger diamond so everyone knows youâre well taken care of.â He places a peck on your parted lips before turning around and calling for your son, who looks ready for his afternoon nap, as he holds his arms out for Bucky to carry him.
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take a chance with me . luke castellan x reader
you decide to confront luke about your current situationship with him.
luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of Athena , crack , misunderstandings , âwhat are weâ , âi thought weâre already datingâ , fluff with slight angst , overthinking , kisses , them being sappy , nicknames
note : canât stop falling in love with this evil betrayer smh. inspired by nikiâs song âtake a chance with meâ ! (IM SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE this is my first time writing kiss scenes help đđđđ)
let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3
âItâs getting dark. Let me walk you back to your cabin, yeah?â The dark haired boy smiled at you.
Gods how you loved that smile of his.
Itâs a tradition of yours. Him walking you back to your cabin after your outings. The two of you walk hand in hand as your near the Athena cabin.
You and Luke had been acquainted for quite some time. You both first met when you arrived in camp for the first time.
You were fifteen back then. Time passed by as fast Zeusâ lightning strikes as summers blurred after summers. In a blink of an eye, you guys were both eighteen now. Adults, no longer those carefree teenagers that relied on your counselors.
During those three years of friendship, you and Luke only got closer. It was hard to admit, and after an excruciating time of denial (and constant pestering from your half siblings including Annabeth), you finally surrendered and admitted the growing feelings you harbored for your close friend.
Youâre too afraid to confess your feelings as you treasured your friendship with him deeply. You would gush about how sweet he is to Annabeth, rolling yourself on your bed as blood rushed to your cheeks at the thought of him.
Little did you know he was doing the exact same thing. Confiding to Annabeth about your recent encounters, eyes lit up rivaling the shine of Apollo himself as he thinks of you.
Poor girl. Annabeth was sick of it.
But this summer, you felt a shift in your dynamic with the curly haired boy. He would eat lunch with you more often, asking you to go on more hangouts, challenged you on more duels, battles. It felt different, closer.
You were not complaining, matter of fact you were quite glad. Maybe your feelings wasnât just one sided after all.
But as time move forwards, the closer you two get, more couple-ey interaction commends. He would tuck your hand behind your ear as you both converse, intwining your hands when your in the same path, calling you nicknames.
The more your relationship with him progressed, the more it blurred the line between friends and more. At this point, you knew he had feelings for you as well, and he too was well aware of yours.
A bubble of thought soon started clouding your mind. What were you both now? Friends? Close friends? Lovers? You donât remember Luke asking you to be his girlfriend.
What was the nature this relationship?
You feel his grip on yours loosening as you stopped near the grey building of Cabin 6. âThis is it for you, princess.â
Words rolled of his tongue like honey and you felt like a honeybee, drawn to its sweetness.
Friends donât call each other nicknames.
Luke placed a gentle hand on your cheek, drawing closer has he placed his lips on your temple, as if he was kissing your thoughts away. âWhatâs got you thinking so hard since we started walking, hm?â
Your cheeks lit up like campfire at his action, he smiled noticing your flushed state.
Cute
You look up to the curly haired boy, his fingers still pressed on your cheek. What are we, Luke?
What if Luke suddenly doesnât want you anymore because of that question?
Were you too selfish by wanting more?
Was this not enough for you?
No it wasnât. You want to draw a clear like between friends and more, and Luke and you were shoveling a deep hole in the middle of said line.
What if he fears commitment and disappears?
âOh no, itâs nothing Luke.â You shook your head away from his grasp, pushing all your thoughts away. âItâs late, I should probably get in.â
But before you can turn away from him, Luke was quick to grab your hand, not letting you go any further. âNo, Yn. Something is clearly bothering you. And I donât want you to go to bed with an unpleasant feeling.â
He squeezed your held hands. âPlease, Yn. Is it something Iâve done?â
You were quick to deny him. âItâs not, Luke. I donât even know itâs just. I donât know, confusing? I think complicated is the right word.â
The dark haired boy brought your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing your forearm softly. âItâs okay take your time, darling. Iâm listening.â
You sighed seeing him caress your hand gently as he brushed his lips on the skin. âItâs about us, Luke.â
Dark hues make contact with your own. âWhat about us?â
âWhat are we Luke? I donât even know anymore.â You retracted your hand from his grasp, frustration getting a hold on you. âFriends donât hold hands while they walk, friends donât kiss each otherâs foreheads, or hands, or even call each other nicknames.â
You look up to see the confusion written clearly on his face. âWhat are we, Luke Castellan?â You asked once more.
There was a moment of silent and you dreaded it. Each passing second you can hear the rustling wind, chirps of birds, and the sound of your heart falling into your stomach.
Before he finally broke it. A wholehearted chuckle graced his lips, creasing his eyes.
You scrunched your eyebrows at his reaction. Clearly displeased. Were you some joke to him?
âLuke, this is serious, why are you laughing right now?â
He quickly straightened his composure after hearing your tone. âEhem, wait sorry. Youâre serious? Is this what youâve been worrying about?â
âWell yeah. Whatâs so funny about it? Am I just some joke to you?â
âNo no! Yn, wait.â He placed both of his hand above your shoulders. Eyes peered at yours before genuinely asking. âHavenât we been dating for like two months now?â
What? Confusion warps your face.
âYn, remember? Two months ago when I took you on a picnic by the lake? I asked if you wanted to be together and you agreed to it, remember?â He tried to recall your memory.
Then it snapped.
âOh, that was a confession? I thought you meant it in a friendly way.â Luke mentally face palmed himself and you sheepishly giggled.
âOkay maybe I was too vague with my words so letâs redo it right now yeah?â You tilted your head at him.
The dark haired boy took both of your hands from your sides, lacing them into his. âYn L/n, daughter of Athena, one of the best warriors Iâve ever seen, wisest and the most just ever, will you take the pleasure of being my girlfriend?â
You unwind your laced fingers, your hands moving, circling themselves around the nape of his neck as his hands are now placed on the sides your waist, drawing you closer. âHm will I?â You teased him lightly.
âPlease?â
âI guess you got yourself a girlfriend, Castellan.â
You laughed against his chest. And you can feel his ribcage expanding was he laughed along with you.
You tilt your head above, standing on the tips of your toes, as you pulled him even closer than before. Your noses touch at the proximity and you could feel his breath on yours. âIs this why youâve never kissed me before?â you hear him whisper.
âWell I am doing it right now.â You pull him in, his lips crashing with your own. His grip on your waist tightened as your hands made its way to the softness of his curls. Eyes tightly shut as you both bask in the bliss of ecstasy before pulling apart.
He leaned his forehead against yours. Giving your lip a small peck as he craves for more of you. âI donât know if this is not obvious yet but I like you, so so much, my Yn.â
You softly giggled. âI like you just as much, my prince.â
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ticci toby nsfw headcanons đđ€Č canât express how much i love your hcâs bro its so good đ„čđ pls keep cooking

âTicci Toby Relationship HCsâ
CW: NSFW, f!reader
THANK YOU SO MUCH! This ask single-handedly brought me out of my writing slump. I went ahead and added SFW dating HCs as well, a little bonus đ Also Iâm in a leg brace from soccer so Iâm stuck in bed.
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- This guy has got a LOT on his mental plate, be prepared for that.
- He is 100% a friends to lovers type of guy. Heâs not easily trusting, so that relationship really has to be built up.
- When he does have a crush on someone he beats himself up about it because he feels so stupid for thinking youâd ever like him back.
- Moving onto actually dating him, he is so so so insecure. Lots of reassurance is needed, but if youâre able to get through to him he eventually realizes you actually like him.
- Crazy touch starved. In the first few months of dating heâs super unsure of if he can kiss you or even put his arm around you, heâs HORRIFIED of crossing any boundaries and you leaving. Youâll probably have to make the first move.
- He most likely wonât be the one to ask you out. If youâve known eachother for a while and heâs feeling a little confident thereâs a possibility, but in his mind heâd rather stay friends and get to see you rather than get rejected and you not talk to him anymore.
- LOVES going on dates with you, but heâs a ball of anxiety. It should be easy to cool him down and let him know youâre enjoying it, heâs just so worried about if youâre happy or not.
- Usually thinks going on walks or sitting on a curb together is like the perfect date, ESPECIALLY in the fall. He keeps an old camera on him that he got from Brian so he can make little home videos and capture the moments you spend together.
- Picks up cool leaves, glass shards, or other things left in the forest and makes sure to show you.
- Heâs actually not an awful cook. Heâs a fast learner in pretty much every aspect and he already knows the basics. His mom taught him when he was young how to make some baseline German dishes, and this man can WHIP that shit up.
- Once you two are to the point in your relationship where you can cuddle, he is ALL OVER YOU. Especially when itâs raining/ thundering out and you two can lay in bed together. Since he overheats easily due to his CIPA, in the colder seasons youâll have to leave the window open so he can stay cool.
- After seeing how his dad treated his mom, he has a pretty good grasp on how to treat a partner. At times he can fly off the handle, especially with his bipolar disorder, but afterwards he breaks down and apologizes. If at any point you even SEEM like you donât like him anymore he gets defensive, it makes him very standoffish or snappy.
- Wonât shut up about you after you start dating. Not in a rambling way, but he finds a way to bring you up in every conversation. He doesnât meant to, but how could he go without telling someone youâd like the flower he just walked by?
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â©NSFWâ©
- VIRRRRGINNNNNNNN.
- I mean VIRGIN virgin, like this guy has had NO activity. No first kiss either. All the knowledge he has is from porn, so heâs completely clueless. If youâre both inexperienced youâll just have to persevere.
- Heâs the kind of person to get turned on looking at a picture of you fully clothed, heâs just so in love with you.
- Before you two start dating heâs 100% taking candid pictures of you or finding your instagram posts and jacking off to them.
- Massive bottom. He puts out a front for a WHILE before youâll be able to realize heâs not a top, he doesnât want to look like a sissy. If you suggest being on top heâs BLOWN AWAY. Acts like heâs just doing whatever you want, but afterwards you definitely realize heâs been waiting for it.
- Sensitive as hell. Heâs a loud one, but again he doesnât want to look weak or not masculine enough. He tries to hold his moans and whimpers back and grunt instead, but if you do it just right heâs a whimpering, whining, PANTING, mess. Kiss his neck? Heâs rock hard. Even if youâre just giving him a hickey heâs whimpering and bucking his hips into you.
- Tits man 100%. Doesnât matter what size, the fact that theyâre there is enough. When youâre on top of him he prefers for you to face him so he can watch them bounce. When heâs on top heâs usually in missionary so he can still see them.
- Hair pulling kink, specifically his. He canât feel the pain, but the yank drives him CRAZY.
- Big on oral. Giving or receiving, he doesnât care. If heâs giving he prefers for you to sit on his face, but heâd never admit that.
- His favorite place to do it is tight spaces. Closets, cars, narrow alleyways. Especially if it adds to the thrill of getting caught.
- STAMINA. He cums crazy fast, but heâs definitely able to make up for it with how many rounds he can go. Even if he came a few minutes ago, itâs already up and ready to go again.
- Likes to have music playing in the back while you do it. He probably already made a playlist the second you started dating, but if you ever want to choose the music he doesnât mind.
- At first heâs self conscious about his abilities, but after some time and seeing how good you feel heâs a cocky motherfucker. Slyly grinning and looking at you all worn out after a few rounds boosts his ego to the moon.
- Dim lighting all the way. He wants to be able to see you, but he feels too exposed when itâs too bright.
- Not completely opposed to a threesome, it depends on who it is. Heâs more protective than possessive, so if he trusts the person enough heâd be okay with it. If it had to be anyone in the mansion it would probably be Cody or Liu, but heâd make sure youâre okay with it.
- Rabid horny teenager.
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an: this is SADLY the last part :( donât worry, i do plan on writing more fics for the f1 dilf!! hereâs your long awaited reveal on the baby daddy lol made this one extra long for yâall <3 enjoy!!
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f1gossiproom could mark webber be the father? recently former red bull and williams drivers, mark and y/n have been spending time together. the pair were spotted having dinner several times and a source confirmed that webber attended y/nâs daughterâs recital! they were once again spotted out in australia spending time in bondi beach with y/nâs daughter (not pictured to protect her privacy) they were soon joined by friends and webberâs family. a source, who wishes to remain anonymous, saw them and said y/nâs daughter, gemma, and mark were bonding as if they were dad and daughter đ he even calls her âgemâ and âgemmyâ! what do you think? is mark webber the real father? we certainly think so!
formulaho3 how about just leave them alone?
roscoesno1fan mark looks like a total dilf in that pic so yes
oscarspastry what if the real father is the friends we made along the way?
webberxvettel i need to know the truth before i die
hamiltonsmerecedes not f1 twitter trying to cancel y/n for getting with their faves đ
lnwhores i stand by my cancelled wife
myhonestbitchface and when y/n reveals that sebastian is the bd then what đ€š i feel it in my gut đ that german bitch is the bd
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THE PADDOCK SESSIONS has posted a new YouTube video!

Italics = voiceover by y/n
âHello!â Y/nâs daughter, Gemma, opened the door to Dan. She knew that he was going to film an interview with her mother about her racing career. She watched as Danâs camera man waved to her. She assumed they had already started filming.
âGemma hates and loves when Iâm away. She stays with her grandparents when I have to leave or if her dad is not busy then theyâll be together. I think she loves it because her dad lets her have ice cream before bed. Iâm more of a strict parent between me and him.â
Photos of little Gemma appear on screen. The young girl was picture with her mother on her first birthday, then with Mark and family members then Sebastian and Jenson.
Dan entered Y/nâs London home with Gemma by his side. He spotted Y/n making tea. âGot here just in time.â He laughed as he joined the former driver in the kitchen.
âI hope the flight here wasnât too bad.â Y/n passed a mug over to Dan.
âSlept my way through it,â before Dan could take a sip from his tea, he noticed the mug that he was given. It had âbest dad everâ sloppily written in paint. âCute.â He held the mug up and smiled.
âYeah, Gemma made it for her dad last year for Fatherâs Day.â Y/n smiled proudly at her daughterâs creation.
Thatâs when Gemma joined the conversation. âBut I couldnât give it to him on actual Fatherâs Day! He was away racing and couldnât be here so I had to give it to him later.â She explained.
After the pair finished their tea, they walked together to Y/nâs small garden. There she had a little seating area where the rest of the interview would take place.
âLovely garden.â Dan commented.
âThank you, although I wonât take all the credit. Sebastian comes to help, Gemma kind of bosses him around telling him where each flower looks best.â Y/n laughed, setting her mug on the glass table.
âDad loves the flowers I picked out for the garden.â Gemma pointed out as she joined them outside. As Dan started the interview, Gemma kept playing outside with her toys.
More images of a young Y/n flashed on screen. She was driving for Williams at the time, they were her first ever team.
âWilliams was my first home. They were nice to me, but they put so much pressure on me to perform, like every race had to be perfect. And when it wasnât, you could feel the disappointment, like a weight hanging in the air. Iâd go back to my hotel room at night, and it was just me and the silence.â
The video showed a clip of young Y/n in the Williams garage getting ready for her debut race. She noticed the camera then smiled and waved. The video then cuts to from a happy, full of life Y/n to a gloomy, quiet Y/n sitting alone in her garage.
âI didnât have friends in the paddock back then. Everyone was focused on their own thing, and the people around meâthe trainers, the engineersâthey all kept their distance. One of my trainers actually told me, âIâm not here to be your friend; Iâm here to work.â And thatâs when I realized I was completely on my own."
Y/n then looked over her shoulder and saw Gemma using a teddy bear that her father had bought the girl for her birthday last year in Germany. The former driver smiled at the memory of her little family spending a special day together.
Back to the interview, Y/n then talked to Dan about her divorce. It was a dark time for her. She had been young when she said âI Doâ to a man she thought was the love of her life. At the time of her marriage, her husband was six years older. She was nineteen at the time, about to turn twenty.
Several headlines from the day her marriage was announced appeared on screen.
âBarely an Adult, Already a Wife: Y/N Marries Six Years Her Seniorâ
âY/Nâs Whirlwind Marriage: Chasing Love, Not Podiums?â
âTeenage Racerâs Rush to the Altar: Desperate for Love or Just Immature?â
âIs Y/N Looking for Validation in All the Wrong Places?â
ââSheâll Marry Anyoneâ: Critics Slam Y/Nâs Hasty Decision at Just 19â
"They painted me as some kind of desperate girl who couldnât handle being alone. The truth was, I was 19, scared, and in loveâor at least I thought I was. But that didnât matter to them. They just wanted to sell papers."
Dan then spoke. âWhat led to the divorce?â
Y/n sighed deeply. Only a few people knew the real reason. âItâs . . . a complicated thing to talk about. I mean, when youâre nineteen and in love, or what you think is love, you donât always see the red flags. At the time, I thought Iâd found someone who believed in me, who would support me no matter what. But as time went on, I realized that wasnât the case."
A picture of Y/n getting ready by herself on her wedding day appears on screen. Her family were not present as her husband at the time wanted it to be only them. She smiled brightly at the camera as her photo was taken. The image fades then clips of Y/n racing in the early 2000s play.
âHe wanted a family. Kids, a house, the whole thing. And thereâs nothing wrong with that, but he wanted it then, right when my career was just beginning. He gave me an ultimatumâracing or him."
Dan lightly gasped at her words. âOh . . .â
âI chose racing. How could I not? It was everything Iâd worked for, everything Iâd dreamed of. But he didnât take it well. He made me feel like I was selfish, like I was throwing away a chance at a ârealâ life."
Several more images of Y/n and her then husband flash on screen. Thereâs no photos of him attending races, mostly because he thought racing was dumb and didnât like loud crowds.
âHe didnât trust me. Whenever I was away at races, heâd insist I call him every single day, sometimes multiple times. If I missed a call because I was in a meeting or debrief, heâd accuse me of . . . things. Things that werenât true. I couldnât even have a normal conversation with my trainer or my team principal without worrying about how heâd react."
"There were times I wanted to visit my family, to go home and just breathe. But heâd make me feel so guilty for even thinking about it, like I was abandoning him. So I stopped trying."
The screen cuts back to Y/N on the sofa. Her hands are clasped tightly now, her voice calm but with an undercurrent of emotion.
âAnd then the divorce was final and for a moment I was happy until he went to the media spreading all sorts of lies.â Y/n added.
Several more magazine headlines appear on screen.
âThe Truth About Y/N: Ex-Husband Reveals Why Their Marriage Failedâ
ââShe Wanted the World to Love Her, Not Meâ: Y/Nâs Ex Speaks Outâ
ââAll She Cared About Was Fameâ: Y/Nâs Ex-Husband Speaks Out About Their Divorceâ
Then the screen cuts to clips of Y/nâs ex husband being interviewed about their marriage.
âI sacrificed so much to support her career, but she couldnât give me the one thing I wanted: a family. She was too busy chasing the cameras and the glory.â
âIt was rough. Instead of being asked about racing, I was asked about my failed marriage.â Y/n recalled all the times during interviews when her ex-husbandâs name was mentioned. âI just wanted to go home a cry, but I had a job to do. But of course the attention I was getting got me fired.â
âHow were you told you were no longe driving for Williams?â Dan asked.
âWould you believe it if I said it was a ten second phone call from Claire Williams?â Y/n laughed. âClaire and I were never enemies. A few days after I got her call, she had dinner in my house and explained to me that she didnât want to be the one to call me, but she was pressured to. Apparently the Williams team thought it was best for her to tell me in a phone call because they thought it would be âeasierâ if the news came from her, since sheâs a woman. They thought it would hurt less coming from her. Can you believe that?"
Dan noticed how Y/n laughed at the mention of the famous ten second phone call.
âIt was definitely ridiculous of them. But they didnât understand how humiliating it was either way. But Claire . . . I could tell she hated it. She ended the call so quickly because she didnât want to do it. She didnât want me to be dropped from the team."
A photo showed of Claire Williams talking to Y/n before a race. At the time, Y/n didnât know it, but Claire was her only friend.
âI donât blame her for how it happened. She was caught in the middle of a decision that wasnât hers to make. And honestly, her coming to my house afterward to explainâthat meant something. It didnât fix anything, but it showed she cared." Y/n finished drinking her tea then resumed speaking. âThat ten-second call changed everything for me. But at least I know it wasnât Claireâs choice. It was just . . . Williams being Williams."
âAfter everything that happened with Williams, you had every reason to step away from the sport. But instead, you joined McLaren. Looking back now, would you say that was the decision that changed everything for the better?" Dan questioned. He watched as her face softened. She truly adored her time with mclaren.
Y/n nodded. âJoining McLaren felt like a fresh start, like a second chance to prove what I was capable of. At Williams, I was just surviving. But at McLaren, I got to thrive."
Clips of Y/n during her time with the mclaren team played. Her smile was genuine and she looked happier than ever.
âI wasnât sure if I wanted to keep racing. I didnât know if I could trust another team. But McLaren . . . they believed in me in a way no one else had."
"It wasnât just about the racing, though. McLaren gave me a second chance, not just at my career, but at myself. It reminded me why I fell in love with this sport in the first place."
âAnd then came those three idiots.â Y/n laughed when she remembered becoming friends with Mark, Jenson and Sebastian. Her cheeks tinting slightly, but her smile stays steady.
âBut with that friendship came negative comments. I remember reading articles calling you horrible names just for having friendships with them.â Dan commented.
âThose negative comments still come my way even after many years,â Y/n added. âI stayed away from social media for that same reason until recently.â
âBut with sharing your life on social media also came questions about your daughters life as well.â
Y/n knew it was something that was going to come up in the interview. Dan didnât want to ask, but Y/n wanted to share. Gemmaâs father and her had discussed it before and they both agreed to the interview.
âYeah, the whole âwhoâs the father?â thing has taken over every social media app i have. I canât avoid it, especially when people constantly message me about it.â Y/n spoke. âJenson thinks itâs hilarious.â
âJenson?â Dan questioned.
âYeah, he sent me a meme about it comparing us to Mamma Mia. I sent it to Sebastian and he sent it to Mark.â
The remainder of the interview, Y/n talked about her family she shared with the man who endlessly supported through everything. Every time she talked about him, she smiled brightly. It was clear that she loved him and their daughter more than anything.
As the video came to an end, Gemma was seen running towards someone who was out of frame. âDadâs home!â Gemma jumped into his arms and hugged him.
âI thought you were flying in next week.â Y/n stood up to hug him.
âI come here to surprise you and Gem and this is how Iâm treated?â He placed a kiss on Y/nâs temple, still holding onto Gemma. âSorry, I definitely interrupted you two, havenât I?â
âItâs alright, Jenson. We were just wrapping things up.â

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f1gossip after finally revealing the identity of her daughterâs father, y/n and her daughter gemma were seen together in a beach in california đ jenson button also lives in california so weâre thinking the button family is spending some time together.
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âCan I have money for ice cream?â Gemma ran up to her parents, Mark and Sebastian. The former drivers were all enjoying the sunshine of California, an idea that came from Gemma. She had been the one to call Mark and Sebastian to join her and her parents. They agreed even if they cancelled their plans with friends. They would literally do anything for the young girl.
Without hesitation, all the men took out their wallets and took out money for the girl. Their actions caused both Gemma and Y/n to laugh.
âOkay, thank you.â She gladly took the money from each of them.
âIâll go with you, Gemmy,â Mark said as he got up from his spot and took Gemmaâs hand in his. Together they walked to the ice cream stand.
âHas Claire called you?â Sebastian wondered. Ever since the interview was posted, the Williams team had posted several posts of Y/n when she was driving for them. They were finally acknowledging her wins and podiums. And of course they received some criticism from fans.
âShe messaged me letting me know she watched the interview. Sheâs happy I did it.â Y/n replied.
âWe all are. You shouldâve done the interview years ago.â Jenson said.
Y/n only nodded and turned her attention to Mark and Gemma. The girl had always been close to both the German and Australian drivers, how couldnât she when they had been in her mothers life and now they were in hers.
âGemma asked if she could go to a race, but she wants you all to be there.â Y/n spoke up. Gemma desperately wanted the three men to join her. Y/n knew they would all say yes immediately.
âDid she say which one?â Sebastian asked.
âShe said she wants to go to each of your home races.â Y/n grinned as Jenson immediately said he was in. Sebastian laughed then nodded. Of course they would join Gemma, the girl had them all wrapped around her finger.
âAnd will you be attending too?â Jenson winked at her. âWe could do a repeat of what happened after Australia.â
âFunny, I was about to suggest the same thing but it happened in Canada.â Sebastian teased.
âWell werenât you a busy woman.â Jenson smirked. âAnd Mark?â
Y/n kept quiet, innocently sipping her lemonade. After setting her drink down, the former drivers waited for her answer. âIf you must know . . . We were in Vegas.â
Jenson groaned. âI was thinking Monaco.â
âWhat happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, baby.â
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â ËïœĄâౚà§Ë Florida is One Hell of a Drug - [Part 2]
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â„ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
â„ chapter two synopsis: lando hard launched his status as a girl dad, throwing all the fans into a loop. hopefully this visit to the miami gp will bring you closer two together as co-parents
â„ smau + written - fc: girls on pinterest + madison beer for paparazzi pics - none of the pictures are mine
â„ warnings: swearing and suggestive jokes !!!
â„ a/n: I'm literally honored that y'all have been enjoying this series. sorry it took me so long to write this part/chapter!
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logansargeant chill damn
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Things between you and Lando were still pretty awkward. After all, if someone asked the two of you the night you hooked up where youâd be in a year, a flight to Miami with your newborn baby would not be your answer. You didnât trust him very much yet, but who could blame you? You expected him to do everything in his power to stay away from you and Camila. But here he was, flying the two of you out to watch him race. Lando really wanted to prove to you that he was all in. That he wasnât going to take off running the minute things got hard for you two as co-parents.Â
You were extremely grateful that Oscar and Lily were on the same jet as you. This made the atmosphere not too uncomfortable. Lily was rocking Camila in her arms as her and Oscar talked a little about Mark Webber. You debated whether you should jump into their conversation after having an extensive f1 research night with your best friend the day before, but you decided to just sit in silence.
You caught Lando staring at you and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long flight.
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He scanned the keycard to a nice suite in the same hotel the grid was staying in.
"This will be your room," he said, wandering inside. "Don't worry about where Camila will sleep, the hotel provided a crib."
"Thank you," you said genuinely. He was trying to be thoughtful.
"If you need anything, you have my number." Lando said before leaving the room.
You sat on the edge of your bed and pulled out your phone to check your notifications.
They already found you? And they thought you were a wag? Damn the paparazzi is quick.
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user6 I found y/nâs instagram before it went private. How is she so gorgeous?
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user8 Iâm obsessed with herrrr
user12 sheâs so aesthetic
user4 new favorite wag
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-Race Day-
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The last 20 laps of the race were driving you absolutely insane. You watched closely as Lando started to pull away from Max second by second. Your leg was shaking and you wondered why this was so nerve racking.
19 laps left. 18 laps left. 15 laps left. 10 laps left. 5 laps left.
1 lap left.
The crowd and garage erupted with cheers as Lando crossed the line in P1. You heard him screaming on the radio and couldn't help but smile. Lando Norris, the father of your daughter, is now a Formula 1 race winner.
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user8 his gf is so pretty
user10 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
user5 babe wake up Lando just hard launched his status as girl dad
user7 HE'S NOT THE STEP DAD HE'S THE DAD THAT STEPPED UPP
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user11 lets go lando, he is here to stay!!!
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user12 my heart belongs to the dads of the grid
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âLando, great race. How does it feel to not only get your first win but have your daughter and partner here with you?"Â
âOh uhm, sheâs not my partner.â he pressed his lips together. âBut, yeah it feels great. Itâs been a long time coming but we finally got the win. I hope I made my daughter and the fans proud today.â


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yourusername logan got me a bouquet đ„° oh also oscar got camila some stuff too
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logansargeant @/oscarpiastri look who's the favorite uncle now
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user4 the girls are fightinggg
user3 she made her account public again yay <3
user9 ok but that's so cute :(
user8 loscar as uncles >>>
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You and Lando walked through the sliding doors of the 5 star hotel you were staying at.
"Some of the other drivers and I are gonna go out tonight if you'd like to come? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." he rubbed the back of his neck.
You nodded towards Camila who was in your arms as a silent "I have to take care of her."
He pulled his phone out quickly, âIâm sure I can find someone who can-â
âNo, it's ok. Go enjoy yourself.â you said, shaking your head and pushing his phone back down. âNot too much, though. Donât want you ending up with another unplanned kid.â Â
The comment took Lando aback but drew a laugh out of him.
âIâll see you tomorrow. Congrats on your win.â you smiled, walking back to your room.
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Later that night you laid down in your hotel room bed, scrolling through your feed. Dozens of pictures and videos of Lando popped up. Camila made a squealing noise in the portable crib beside you.
"I know, right?" you said to her with a laugh.
You stared at one picture that he looked particularly good in. You couldn't pretend like he wasn't attractive.
"Alright," you sighed, and placed your phone down. "Goodnight, mija." you leaned over, kissed her forehead, and switched off the bedside lamp.
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drew starkey x younger!reader (like 19/20 sorry not sorry đ), reader calls drew âpapaâ *not in a weird way*, smut, in love w the age gap concept cus of @native2princess ! <3
you watched yet another video on the internet of drew down at disney world without you, but with his friend group that all had a few years on you.
he would send pictures of everything that was cute or that reminded him of you, and you really did appreciate it. but it still didnât swallow the lingering feeling in your gut.
you werenât even invited. it was obvious why since you couldnât even buy a drink legally, let alone not even close with half of them, but for some reason it still hurt and had you questioning things even further about everything.
you swore that you guys were drifting apart.
not only did that make you sad, but it also left you scared and questioning everything.
the only thing that made you wonder why you two were drifting like you thought you were was because of the age gap.
was he getting tired of you? was the age gap starting to become a burden? were you just too immature?
and letâs not even get started on how drew acted around his female friends â that were once again a lot older.
all you could do was just cry. it was a dumb reason to cry about, but you donât wanna lose drew yet you really think you are. he was your first and you hoped heâd be your last, but who knows where you two may end up?
seeing how he acted with his friends currently was already ruining you. now you found yourself down a rabbit hole of searching through old videos of him before you were even dating.
it was crazy, of course you were aware of that. but it did nothing but further increase your worries seeing how he would act around these girls. all older than you and all more outgoing.
so now here you were, stalking your own boyfriend while you sat in your bed, silent tears streaming down your face.
currently, drew was now in paris for the fashion show. he wanted you to come, but it would be too difficult for you. plus school had just ended and both of you knew that you were planning to spend more time with your family this summer.
regardless of that, this feeling was awful. youâve had old puppy-love heart breaks during highschool with guys you dated just to say you were in a relationship, but this is real. a real committed relationship youâre in with a guy a little over 10 years older than you.
heâs so mature. so are you, but not entirely. you still had a lot more to experience and learn, and he was always so patient.
but maybe now that patience was wearing thin.
you sniffle one more time before closing out all your apps and throwing your phone on the nightstand next to you. wanting to sleep it off and praying youâd wake up feeling better, your insides just were not letting that happen. not to mention you couldnât fall asleep without at least getting a goodnight text from him.
laying down was no use. as soon as you tried to lay your head down on the pillow and just relax, the overthinking just continued to grow. there was no escape from these thoughts and it was just eating you straight alive.
you huff while turning over, switching sides and seeing if that would help. spoiler: it didnât.
all you could do now is groan while sitting up. a certain thought ran through your mind that you really didnât want to go through with, but did you have a choice? you already felt as if the end of things are near, so why let him break your heart (even though youâd be expecting it) when you can just do it the hard part first?
with a sigh, you reached over to grab your phone and open drewâs contact. everything was making you sick. you just stared at the screen, skimming over the conversation you had earlier.
it was the usual. âhows your dayâ, âi miss youâ, âthis reminded me of usâ, all the cute stuff.
but it just didnât hit the same. that feeling of him leaving you because of your age wasnât going anywhere, and it was making you feel insecure on extreme ends
your fingers started typing. there were no real thoughts, just your pure raw emotions. you hit backspace a couple of times, you sat there and thought about the next few words you were going to say, but eventually you got it all put together it pained you type, but it pained you even more contemplating on whether or not you should send it.
âhey drew. iâve been missing you a lot recently and i know itâs weird and youâre going to question why i sent this after you read it, but im sorry. i really do feel like youâre leaving me soon and itâs taking a toll on me badly. i donât want this to end but i can tell that it is and i just know + feel like weâre drifting apart. i feel like itâs because of my age so i really do understand and respect that. we can talk more once you get back because i hate to do this over text but i canât just bottle my feelings anymore. goodnight đ©·â
a few more seconds of contemplation, you hit send and stared at the screen. you didnât know how he would respond so you shouldâve been shutting off your phone and running away.
but you didnât. you stared at the screen and waited until he read it.
thankfully, it didnât take him any longer than three minutes to open your message, and soon after, the dots were bubbling.
drew himself was lost. confused wasnât even the word for the long paragraph you just sent him. he even started triple texting you.
â???â
âwhat are you talking about baby?â
âiâm so lostâ
you sighed reading his texts. he didnât get it, realistically you shouldnât have expected him to. it was out of the blue, and little to your knowledge, he didnât think for a second anything was wrong between you too.
when you didnât answer him as soon as you read it, he went back to typing.
âanswer meâ
âiâm really confused and worried. itâd be nice if you stopped leaving me on readâ
âcall me nowâ
you didnât even have a chance to start typing because you had an incoming call with drewâs name on it. you didnât wanna pick up, but you knew you had to because if the roles were reversed, oh youâd definitely be throwing a fit.
swallowing quickly, you hit the green answer button to drewâs facetime call but moved your face out of the camera.
heâs walking, most likely back to his hotel with furrowed eyebrows and an expression that you think showed⊠annoyance?
drewâs the first one to speak up, ây/n, what the hell are you talking about?â he says sounding very confused and very upset as well.
âi feel like weâre drifting apart apart i donât know.â you replied. your voice isnât even a third as stern as his. itâs not stern at all nor convincing.
âwhere is that coming from? what are you talking about itâs our ages?â he questions you again.
you really hoped a fan wouldnât come up to him. not because it would interrupt the call, but because they would be walking up on him pissed off and getting a taste of his very apparent bad mood.
you sighed, âitâs just how i feel. maybe iâm not mature enough for this.â
his face scrunches with confusion even further. he then looks down to his screen to see the ceiling you were showing.
âwhy do you all of a sudden feel this way? you are mature. if you werenât, this relationship wouldnât be a thing in the first place.â
this was something else you wanted to avoid; him being mad at you. you hated making him upset and now that you were already upset, and he was just getting annoyed with you, it wasnât helping and it made you feel worse.
âshow me your face baby. you know i donât like talking to walls.â he says once you donât respond to his actual voice this time.
reluctantly, you put your face in the screen. sitting up and cuddling onto your bed sheets.
ây/n, nothing is wrong. we arenât drifting apart at all so i donât know why you feel otherwise. weâre okay and you know this, baby. stop overthinking.â he reassures you.
before you could finally respond with anything else, you heard a few girls calling his name from the other side of his phone. good luck to them!
âiâll call you back. weâre not done talking.â he says, then swiftly hangs up.
you wanted to puke. you hated being in any type of conflict with people, let alone being in one with drew.
a headache was starting to form, and it forced you to lay back down and sleep. you kept your phone right next to you on your bed, just in case drew woke you up by ringing your phone again.
â
you werenât sure when the previous night you fell asleep, but you didnât wake up until 12 the next day. and that was due to your doorbell ringing multiple times at once.
you whined at the fact you had to leave your warm bed, but you slowly made your way down your apartmentâs stairs, rubbing your eyes and forcing yourself to wake up.
opening the door ready to curse out whoever had the nerve to wake you up at this hour, it was drew standing at the door with flowers in one hand and his stuff in the other.
now this is what really woke you up.
âhow are you hereâŠ?â you questioned.
he exhales, âsoon as we hung up yesterday i checked out and booked a flight here. we really need to talk in person.
you step to the side to let him in, then he shuts the door behind him and hands you the flowers.
both of you take a seat at the table. âi need you to fully explain what youâre feeling. that paragraph honestly made no sense and as soon as i read the whole thing i knew i had to get down here.â he says.
you press your lips together before speaking. âiâm sorry.â
he makes a face of puzzlement and also motions for you to keep going.
âmaybe im not mature enough for this, drew. i donât know.â
âwhat makes you think that? what happened or what did i do that has you questioning everything?â he asks, reaching out for your hand.
you sniffle before continuing, âi just feel like im holding you back. youâre buying drinks, going to clubs and hanging out with your friends who are all around your age and im still in school. itâs not working-â
he cuts you off before you can finish that. âthose arenât reasons, baby. it is working. do you feel left out or something?â
âno itâs just,â
thereâs a pause before he says something again, âjust what? i donât understand whatâs got you so in your head.
âi donât know how to explain it. i just think youâre drifting from me because of where weâre at in life and i hate it.â the words finally form, and you can feel a little bit of weight being lifted off your chest now that youâve got it out.
his expression now shows a face of understanding, then heâs standing up and swiftly making his way over to you, lifting you up before securing your legs around him.
you let out a squeal at the action. when he was balanced, he made his way upstairs to your room with you in his arms.
stepping into your decorated room, he throws you down on the bed then hovers over you. âiâm gonna prove to you that you deserve this relationship.â
his lips make their way to your jaw, leaving little lovebites on them, then down to your neck and chest.
your hands fly to his buzzed head. you let out soft sighs at his lips being on your body, a feeling you loved the most.
his hands travel to your pajama shorts then dipped into the waistband of your panties. as hes taking them both off at the same time, he distracts you by now placing his lips on yours, slowly making out with you.
now your hands are taking action, working to get is shirt off to see his toned body once again. when itâs off, one hand is still on his head while the other goes down to his abs, feeling on him.
now heâs starting to get quick, fumbling with his belt and pants, ready to do you into the mattress.
sooner than later, both of your clothes are off and in random sports throughout the room.
his middle and ring finger are inside you, stretching your out as you moan and grind into his hand.
drewâs cock is laying there on your stomach, practically reaching your ribs. this was just another reminder of how deep he really goes when fucking you.
you could barely keep your eyes on him while his fingers worked you. âthat feel good?â
you moan out a âyea.â you definitely couldnât let him go. the way he could make you fall apart with just his fingers is crazy as it is.
âi bet, baby. already so wet. you know what you want huh?â he coos.
this makes you nod. âwant your cock, please.â you reach your hand down to where it rested on you, but he moves your hand away.
âi know you do. but i need this pussy stretched and ready for me.â he responds
âi can take it! promise! just give it to me,â you whine.
drew gives in at your begging. he removes his fingers from inside you before sticking them in your mouth.
he grabs his cock before lining it up with your entrance. he slowly pushes in, making you whimper around his fingers. it hurt a little bit, but the pleasure overrode the pain.
âshhh,â he hushes you, putting his cock in all the way and forcing you to take all that he gave you.
you continued to let out sounds because of the pleasure he was giving you. drew was letting out groans of content himself.
âfeels so good, baby. so fucking good.â he throws his head back.
his words did nothing but turn you on more. your eyes squeeze shut before you guide his hand out of your mouth and onto your throat, signaling what you want from him.
he smirks before moving his other hand to your throat, choking you slightly but enough that you can still breathe.
âyea you like when i go hard on you, right baby? this pussy just loves when i go rough on her, doesnât she?â he teases.
âmhm!â you squeak, loving the feeling of just taking all of him so deep and so rough.
he makes your legs cross completely around him before leaning down into your neck.
this was your favorite position. you being on your back, him groaning in your hear and putting hickeys on your neck, it was so much at once and you loved it real bad.
his lips are right next to your ear. âiâm not going anywhere, yeah?â
he lets out another sound before continuing, âyouâre not leaving me either. neither of us are going anywhere.
your breath catches in your throat when he says this. maybe this was all you needed. some reassurance, and a good pounding to go with it.
he sits up before pulling out to turn you around. now that youâre flat on your stomach, he slides right back in with a hand on your lower back right before your butt and the other pushing your head down into the pillows.
you screamed out when he started thrusting all over again. it hurt so good, you just wanted to do this forever him.
you tried to move away slightly because he was just going ham on your poor hole. but all it took was you reaching one hand up, gripping the sheets and trying to pull away before he yanked your head back by your hair. he then brought your back up to his chest and held you by your throat.
âstop running, baby.â he growls into your ear.
âitâs so deep tho, papa.â your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth hangs open.
he kisses right below your ear, âyouâre fine.â
that bubbly feeling started to form again. you were about to cum, and somehow drew could always tell too.
âknow youâre gonna cum, mama. hold that shit.â he tells you as he pushes you back into the sheets.
right now that request just didnât seem possible. âi canât!â
he gives your right cheek a firm slap. âyou can and you will. donât make me say it again.â
you guys stay in this position for a while. him just hitting it from the back deep and all you needed to do was lay there and take it like a good girl.
his good girl.
suddenly, he flips you back over, then lays down himself setting you on top. now heâs got his feet planted on the bed, thrusting up into you.
at this angle, you guys can see the belly bulge happening from how deep his cock was. just proving how big he really is again.
âsee that baby? thatâs me. all up in those guts.â he says to you.
you throw your head back, but he cups the back of your head to bring you down into him, chest to chest.
âyâthe only one who gets fucked like this. yâknow that? only one who deserves it too,â his arms wrap around your waist now. âonly fucking one.â
his lips are practically on your ear as he says this. youâre only able to nod, but he wants to hear your voice.
âtell me you understand that baby, say it.â his thrusts slow down, but there still deep, and heâs angling it to make sure heâs hitting that good spot.
âiâŠâ
another slap hits on to your cheek. âsay it, princess.â
âyes! i understand!â you finally moan out.
âyes who, baby?â
âyes papa!â your voice is weak now.
he smirks at your submission and continues to fuck you hard. more than just a few thrusts later, heâs letting out a lot more groans than what he already was.
âshit baby⊠yâgonna make me cum soon. you gonna let me put it in you, hm?â
âdrewâŠâ
his hips are starting to stutter. âknow youâre ready to cum too. been holding it in like papa told you too, good girl. fuckk.â
his arms are really really squeezing around your waist, keeping you still so you canât try and move from his brutal thrusts.
âcum with me baby girl. got a big load for you.â he moans.
âdonât knock me up.â as good as the moment felt right now, you were dead serious about that.
he chuckles, âi wonât baby. know you wanna feel that cum all in your stomach tho.â
you moan one last time before finally cumming around him. you couldnât hold it back anymore, no matter how much he told you to wait for him.
but your own orgasm sent his off. he felt you come undone around him, and two seconds later you felt his hot sperm fill you up.
drewâs arms moved from around your waist to seriously gripping your hips down, not letting you waist a drop of what he had to give you.
moans and deep breaths were coming from the both of you. that was the most intense sex you guys had for a while, not to mention the first time heâs actually came inside you.
when he finally came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you and just let you rest on his chest.
âthank you,â you quietly speak up.
he doesnât respond, but he smiles and kisses your forehead.
minutes after just sitting in silence, he sits up against your headboard and takes your face into your hands.
âbaby, when i say youre what i want i mean it. if you werenât mature enough for me, i wouldnât still be here.â he says. you donât actually answer, you want him to keep going.
âi love you so much, sweetheart. nothing about that is going to change and nothing can make it change. i donât know what you saw or if i did something, but im sorry. okay?â
you nod with a smile. âokay.â
he smiles back at you then pressed his lips against yours, giving you a nice firm kiss. which slowly turned into a makeout.
you guys pull away just to catch your breath, âwe gotta get you packed up, sweetheart.â
âfor what?â you ask.
âiâm taking you back to paris with me.â
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meddling
azriel x reader drabble
word count: 2k - longest drabble ever, i'm so sorry
summary: reader just escaped a horrific past that has left her closed off and in need of isolation. she takes up residence at the house of wind, finding solace in the private library. she's content to keep to herself, but a meddling house and a stray little shadow have other plans.
a/n: i wrote this very quickly, this is more like a stream of consciousness than a well-planned piece of writing lol. also my first time posting so pls be kind đ i just felt like writing and then ... this happened. ok enjoy!
azriel was a silent, watchful protector of yours when you initially arrived at the night court. studying you, observing you from afar. you spend most of your time on the third level of the house of wind - shy and in need of isolation. your past was something you were desperate to forget. but, even after your relocation to velaris, your mind was murky. you'd tried sorting through thoughts and emotions that you'd pushed deep down in order to survive, but it all felt akin to wading through waist-deep mud in heavy, laced-up boots. you'd found solace in the private library on the third floor, only doors down from your own chambers. many mornings you awoke, dressed, and shuffled to the warm library that was lit with beams of light from dawn's glow. you'd curl into your favorite chair that overlooked velaris and the glistening sidra far down below, taking in a centering breath. it felt like muscle memory, and the house had learned of your routine. a warm teacup waited for you, right beside your well-loved armchair. your tea was the perfect temperature: the house had learned that too. and every morning, a sly, stray tendril of shadow wove its way through the half-opened library doors. it noted your presence, your general state of well-being, before darting away playfully to relay this information back to its master. yes, rhys had asked azriel to watch over you, but even az knew that this level of attentiveness was overkill - even for him. you'd peek up at the tiny shadow each morning, expecting it now. at first, shortly after arriving at the house, you'd blink up at it - not having the mental energy to delve into its motive. now, a couple of months later, you'd felt more settled. more relaxed. and you almost considered this lone shadow to be a sweet little companion, the only being that dared approach you this frequently. you'd give it a soft grin each morning, and it would swirl happily, lazily, before departing as quickly as it came.
you were always cold. try as you might, you often only felt true, comfortable warmth when bundled beneath the layered blankets that adorned your oversized bed. you knew you shared this hallway with azriel, but rarely ever saw him. you'd hear him arrive late at night every now and then - assuming that he'd just returned from some sort of mission. what you didn't know, however, was that azriel had tried his hardest to silence the thump of his boots against the stone floor every single time he approached the arched door of your room. before, when he only shared this hallway with cassian, he'd make noise on purpose upon arriving home. his own way of letting his brother know that he was home and safe, without having to strike up any sort of conversation. he was drained after most missions, had enough of speaking. but with you occupying the room next to his own now, he wouldn't dare disturb your well-deserved, peaceful slumber. az assumed with the past you'd endured, that you'd trained yourself to sleep light. not a sound, don't fuck this up, he'd think to himself, willing his shadows to silence his footsteps entirely. even with the suppressed steps, he still tightened every single muscle. stepping so slowly, he knew he must look ridiculous. if cassian ever saw this, saw him, he would never live it down. on several occasions, your heavy wooden door had unlatched on its own during the night, leaving just enough of a space between the frame and the door that azriel could see the beige drapes that fluttered lightly against your windows through it. your sweet shadow companion would leave az's silent side to dart through the crack, and return just as quickly to whisper cold, shivering against his master's ear. to deter the draft from chilling your bones any further, azriel would reach a scarred hand out to the doorknob, closing it as silently as possible - making sure to pull until he heard the slight click of the latch.
you'd often opted to eat your meals either in the library or in your room - the house setting out a plate and silverware for you wherever you'd decided to spend your time that evening. you didn't allow yourself to wonder what the members of rhysand's family must have thought of you - a secluded, timid female that went out of her way to avoid the members of a family that had tried so hard to give her a home, a place to heal. you'd always quickly push those thoughts to the back of your mind, wanting to focus on taking care of yourself, and not others for once.
tonight, you'd chosen the library. you'd recently begun a trio of books that you'd found on one of the overflowing shelves, and you were unable to put them down once you'd started. you didn't notice the time, didn't notice the mid-afternoon sun become dusk, making the sidra glow like wildfire. you did, however, notice the grumble of your stomach once it became evening. the light of day was gone - the library now filled with the warm glow of faelights, dim candles sitting in golden candelabras, and a crackling fire within the hearth across from you. you frowned to yourself, noticing now that the house hadn't placed dinner on the mahogany coffee table that sat in front of the fire. you glanced around, the thought of verbally speaking to the house itself feeling a bit silly. you briefly told yourself that asking the house may offend it - that was even more laughable. could you offend a house? while silently mulling over these questions, that sly, sleek little tendril of shadow slowly approached you from the door of the library. it curled and twisted its way to you, stopping at your right hand to weave its way around your wrist. you looked down at it curiously - it had never touched you before, had never gotten this close. you'd deduced at this point that it was one of az's shadows - figured that it was just curious about the new presence in the house. however, it began to twirl, trying its best to get your attention. "yes?," you whispered aloud. speaking of silly interactions, you thought briefly. it weaved through your fingers, as if it were trying to hold your hand, before darting towards the door and stopping in the doorway. it was waiting for you; wanted you to follow. you cocked a curious eyebrow, slowly closing your book to set it on the table before you. gathering your linen dress in your hands, you stood, hesitantly walking towards it. "where are we going, little one?," you whispered towards it. the shadow responded immediately by darting down the hall and to the left, towards the stairs. you quickened your steps to catch up to it, only to find it waiting on the landing of the staircase for you. once you spotted it, it darted away again, down one level. peering over the railing, you noticed it twirling towards the doorway of the dining hall. family dinner was taking place, and judging by the various muffled voices and laughter you were able to hear from the staircase, everyone was present.
you tiptoed quietly down the stairs, which you realized was probably pointless. you were sure at least one of them had already picked up on your approaching scent by now. the patient shadow still waited by the door for you, swirling and twirling happily. inviting you inside to dine with its master and his family. you took a deep breath, watching as the shadow darted back to azriel's shoulder, whispering something against the shell of his ear. immediately, az's head snapped towards the doorway, meeting your own nervous gaze before you had the chance to escape without being noticed. his presence felt grounding - it had since the first time you met him. he didn't speak much, but neither did you. he felt familiar, safe, and you wondered briefly if it was due to the affection you'd grown towards his shadow that checked on you dutifully since your arrival - an act that you assumed was azriel's doing.
your hands were clasped in front of you as you nervously played with your fingers. you surveyed the room, taking everything in: the relaxed family, the spread of delicious food on the table. azriel continued to watch you with a calm, yet indiscernible expression on his face. the corner of his lips turned up just slightly, trying to convey that it was okay, you could come in. rhysand noticed you next - he followed azriel's distracted gaze to the threshold of the door, finding your small frame standing there. "well, look who it is," rhys drawled politely, loud enough to quiet the rest of the family sitting around the table. everyone's gaze found you at once, and you swallowed thickly. your eyes darted back to azriel's in a silent plead, his hazel eyes feeling like a lifeline. az nodded once, gaze soft and kind. "why don't you sit down and join us? we were hoping you would," rhys stated sincerely, gesturing a sweeping hand out over the spread of food. âhelp yourself, y/n. if you donât see something youâd like, the house will prepare a more suitable meal," he smiled warmly. as if on cue, a goblet of wine, plates, and silverware appeared in front of an empty chair - courtesy of said house itself. you smiled softly, at the high lord, at the house's display of affection towards you. "thank you," you spoke warmly, perhaps the first time most of them had ever heard you speak at all.
the empty seat that was now prepared for you was right next to azriel, and you slowly made your way towards it. you felt the prying gaze of everyone at the massive dinner table, and silence still encompassed the room. your eyes flitted around nervously, and azriel tracked the movement immediately. he cleared his throat once, a silent, stoic glare tossed to his family. they got the hint, and all fell back into comfortable conversation amongst each other - attention no longer all on you. you took your place next to him, staring down at your empty plate. your hands fell into your lap, your fingers fiddling together once more. azriel watched you from his peripheral, not wanting you to feel balked at.
he leaned over finally, speaking so only you could hear, "would you like to try the potatoes?", his tone was warm and soft - comforting. you darted your gaze over to him, only meeting his eyes for a moment. he was much more intimidating up close, and you were far too shy.
"they're my personal favorite," he continued on, the corners of his mouth curled upward. you let out a small breath of a laugh, playing with a stray thread on your gown. "yes, please," you whispered to him, eyes raking over the large elaborate plates and dishes set in the middle of the table, searching for the potatoes he spoke of. before you could reach towards the gold serving spoon that sat within the buttery dish, his hand had already grasped it, bringing a heaping serving right over to your plate.
"i've got it," he spoke softly, dishing your meal. you nodded once, cheeks heating at the action. it continued this way, azriel asking if you'd like to try each entrée and side, one by one. he'd offer his own personal opinions on each one, and you'd both laughed at the way he'd described the asparagus - "absolutely abysmal," he'd report, nose scrunching dramatically.
after your plate was adequately filled, az went back to his own food. you began to poke at yours. "thank you," you whispered over to him after a moment. he glanced over at you and replied with a friendly smile, and over his shoulder appeared a small tendril of a shadow - your meddling little companion that had also apparently conspired to bring you closer to its master. it twirled your way happily, looping through your fingers and up your arm. you laughed softly, meeting azriel's sparkling hazel eyes. he smiled fondly at his shadow, "i'm sorry, sometimes it feels like they have a mind of their own," he paused for a moment, watching the smoky tendril weave through your hair. "they like you," he whispered, meeting your eyes with a grin.
"don't apologize," you replied softly. "i like them too. i think they knew i needed company," you said pointedly, not dropping his gaze for the first time all evening. he nodded in understanding, plopping another bread roll onto your plate.
"well, welcome to the family, y/n," his words were soft, but the weight you felt in your chest was overwhelming. warmth, true warmth, spread through your limbs, snuffing out the chill that had left you constantly shivering.
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thoughts on yandere!dae ho?
i think it fits him sm bc he'd be so needy and jealous đ
youâre right anon, 110%.
warnings â manipulation, yandere content, jealousy, ptsd mentions, noncon touching, short
yandere! daeho headcanons
yandere daeho who canât stand to be separated from you, both in and out of the games.
yandere daeho who whenever you need to use the bathroom in the games, he tries to go with you everytime.
yandere daeho who canât stand when you talk to another guy, let alone look at another guy. always finding an excuse to get your attention. making a loud noise or dropping his food on the floor whenever youâre talking to gi-hun to stop your conversation from going any further.
yandere daeho who clings to you at night like his life depends on it. if anybody even comes near your bed he immediately sits up in case somebodyâs trying to kill you. constantly paranoid and on his toes.
yandere daeho who manipulates you. he never realizes thatâs what heâs doing, he unintentionally does it. he canât help it. but so what if he is? he just wants the best for you. always shutting down and going silent if you say youâre going to go talk to gi-hun about something in private. when you ask whatâs wrong he says you said it aggressively. says the way you spoke to him was very hurtful, causing you to apologize profusely and hug him tightly. a breath of relief escaping his mouth that you trusted his words and now youâre back in his arms again.
yandere daeho who makes you think youâre going crazy. youâre already in this game of death which is bound to make anybody go crazy, but now heâs twisting his words. saying one thing to you and another to someone else.
âdaeho, but thatâs not what you said.â
âyes it is. are you sure you didnât mishear me?â he wants you to rely on him and only trust what he has to say. he wants you to think heâs the only one who has the right answers for you, making himself the only one you ever come to when you have a question or need help.
yandere daeho who over time you start to notice him slowly inching a little closer, his grip getting a little tighter as the days go on, so you decide to say something to him. he does apologize, but itâs only to make you feel bad.
âah, iâm sorry. i donât mean to be so clingy. iâll keep my distance.â and then youâre the one who clings to him, apologizing if what you said came across wrong. telling him that heâs not clingy and that you donât have a problem with him being so close. he doesnât pay mind to your words though. only paying attention to the warmth he feels around his body from you before reciprocating the hug youâre giving him back.
yandere daeho who uses his ptsd from being in the marines as an excuse to jump close to you and hold onto you. with every gunshot squeezing tighter and tighter.
yandere daeho who when the lights are out and he slides into bed with you, you ask him to go. you liked him as a friend, you two werenât a thing, so why was he so close to you? you protest to him but he only pulls you closer, shushing you, saying itâs to keep you safe and that with you in his arms, nobody will try anything throughout the night.
yandere daeho who purposely doesnât bring the ammo back during their revolt. youâd gotten too close to all those people. junbae, gihun, youngil. if he could let them die and play it off as him being scared, he didnât care. as long as he had you all to himself. not having to share you with a team, not having multiple people to protect you. no. he wanted to be the only one.
âdaeho, what are you doing?â
everybody was dead asleep. you were laying in your bed before feeling a dip and turning to see daeho. he pulls you into his chest.
âiâm just keeping you safe.â
you try to push yourself out of his grips but his biceps just flex and stay wrapped around you.
âuhm, i appreciate the gesture, but uhââ
you gulp and take as big as a breath as you can with the little space that you have between the two of you.
âcan you lay somewhere else? thereâs just not much space anyways, you know?â
he moves one of his hands to run it through your hair and you shiver. it was a kind gesture, and you liked daeho, but you didnât want this. he was your friend. nothing more, nothing less. he only squeezes you tighter though.
âdonât worry, i wonât let you fall off the bed. i wonât let you get hurt. iâd take a bullet straight through my head before i ever let a scratch even cover your beautiful skin.â
you just shrink into yourself. shrink into him, knowing that it was futile. he wasnât harming you, so you guess it was fine for now. you take shallow breaths, your chest hitting his everytime you breathed in from the close proximity. youâd think something like this may help you sleep more but it was only gonna keep you up even longer. but maybe thatâs what he was counting on. being who you could lean on and trust to save you while youâre too tired to properly play the games the next morning. you didnât know. you just furrow your eyebrows together, forcing your eyes shut before feeling his head lean against yours, feeling his lips on your head, spreading into a smile against you.
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Forget the wags, could you write something about all the drivers having massive small crushes on reader and like thereâs loads of edits on social media of them looking at her with heart eyes or just general ship edits or I mean ship fan fiction that they have to read in a team challenge or something..đ
LATE NIGHT TALKING
pairings: f1 drivers x driver!reader (indirectly)
warnings: swearing. drunk drivers. lando talking about a woman.
authorâs note: I AM BACK FINALLY! also I wrote this in my notes app so pls be patient đđ and this is probs the closest thing Iâll ever write to romance for this series lol
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âOut of all the drivers, who would you date?â Pierre drunkenly, almost-giggly, asked the question to his fellow colleagues.
Charles, George, Lando, Alex, Carlos and Yuki nervously laughed at the shit-faced Frenchman in front of them.
âOut of the entire grid?â Charles wanted clarification.
Pierre nodded. âLike hypothetical, if none of us had partners.â He quickly added.
A silence followed. The seven men thinking of all the possibilities.
âI meanâŠâ Lando was the first one to speak up, every head in the hotel room shooting up at him,
âand this stays between us, right?â He followed up, needing reassurance from the others, who swiftly nodded their heads.
âIf like, I was single, and I could only date one of the drivers⊠I would date Y/N.â He confessed.
His words were met with choruses of âsameâ and âme tooâ. A small, relieved sigh left Landoâs mouth at the othersâ agreement.
âYeah, you guys are cool and all, but Y/Nâs the right answer.â George snickered, awkwardly avoiding eye-contact with the group.
Charles hummed. âIâm also choosing her, but you know, cause Iâm not, uhâŠâ
âFor the other side of the street?â Alex laughed, taking a swig from his drink.
âYeah.â The Monegasqueâs dimples made an appearance, grinning towards the Williams driver.
âI think she would rather die than date one of you guys.â Carlos said, matter-of-fact.
Charles, George and Lando gave him an unimpressed look, despite knowing he was speaking nothing but the truth.
âShe would date me!â The McLaren driver tried saving his own ego and pride.
âShe would not.â The six others immediately shot him down.
Lando scoffed at that, sitting up more straight on the bed. âWhy? Itâs like textbook childhood friends to lovers, or whatever Lily said at that party once.â
âYou kinda sound like you want to date her.â Pierre made eyes at him, causing the younger man to lightly push him away.
âI donât! But Iâm just a little offended that you guys donât think I could, like, you know⊠bag her.â
âBag her? Sheâs not a fucking product.â Alex judged his choice of words, a slight disgusted expression on his face.
âYou know what I mean, Albon.â Lando brushed it off, not having bad intentions. âI just think she would be a nice girlfriend to have.â
âI think so too,â Charles agreed, âsheâs a lot of fun.â
âI mean- you would never get bored with her.â George hesitantly added to the conversation, feeling a little uneasy about imaging himself with his colleague.
âTrue.â The seven of them chorused.
âHey, maybe we should change the topic- itâs getting weirdâŠâ Carlos suggested. The atmosphere in Charlesâ large hotel room having changed drastically ever since the question had been asked.
âYeah, good idea.â Lando cleared his throat, uncomfortably shifting on the bed.
âI would choose Pierre to date.â
âYeah, we know, Yuki.â
#f1 fic#f1 fics#f1 x reader#lando norris x reader#charles leclerc x reader#female f1 driver#f1 x you#f1 x oc#f1 imagines#alex albon x reader#pierre gasly x reader#george russell x reader
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dating hamzah al-emad includes...
currently listening to: lust for life by lana del rey ft the weeknd ÉËâ§ïœĄâ



Hamzah quite honestly doesnât have too much experience when it comes to romantic relationships. Heâs constantly worried that heâll do or say something wrong, so please reassure him when the situation calls for it.
he lovelovelovess having you around him as much as possible. You honestly could never âbotherâ him, even if heâs editing/coming up with video ideas. One day you asked Hamzah if heâd like some alone time to get some editing done and he immediately said:
âno-what are you talking about? Here, come sit down.â
Youâre one of the very few people that donât easily overstimulate him lmao
This man has insane attachment issues when it comes to you and has no issue letting you know when he misses/wants to see you. You could be out of the apartment running errands and your phone will be filled with messages from him.
âme and the cats miss u very much btw if u even careâŠâ
âwhen are you coming homeee ;(â
Please donât be shocked when he comes up to you asking for very specific things that he may need for a video involving Martin. For example, where do you think he got the skirt for his White Chicks costume? Exactly.
Even if someone is meeting him for the very first time, theyâll immediately be able to tell he has a girlfriend because heâs constantly wearing something symbolic of you. That bracelet you randomly made him one night? Itâs practically glued to his wrist. Your claw clip practically has a home on his belt loop. So, these little things make it pretty easy for people to decipher the fact that heâs taken.
Recording with Martin takes up quite a bit of his time so heâs constantly putting in the effort to see you, hear your voice, and speak with you in general. Youâre constantly receiving photos/videos/voice memos from Hamzah when heâs in the middle of filming.
He always makes sure to bring you something back when Martin and him visit a restaurant, or a location thatâs stocked up on items he knows you enjoy.
Hamzah has been through a whole lot and has experienced his fair share of loneliness. He isnât too good with his words/voicing just how much you and your presence mean to him but he tries soso hard. Thereâll be a lot of sighs and stutters filling the pauses in his sentences but that doesnât stop his adoration from shining through.
âI just- I love you so much, y/n. I hope I say it enough, yâknow? Iâm really serious about you and I know I might not be the most experienced guy when it comes to this, but I hope that doesnât make you doubt how serious I am about you. Because I am- serious about you, I mean.â
These sorts of conversations tend to happen late at night when the warmth between your two bodies blossoms endlessly. He holds you tight as your cheek is pressed against his chest. He canât help but hold you the same way heâd hold a knife.
In his eyes, the two of you are in this for the long run and he doesnât hide his intentions of marrying you. He even slipped up and called you his wife in a video once.
âYesterday, me and my wife- wellâŠmake that my future wife.â and then a cheesy lil smirk spreads across his face đ
He even made the both of you in Sims and made it so that the two of you got married. Mandy and Martin couldnât help but tease him about it.
He loves you with his entire fucking being and he wants nothing but to be good for you, good to you, be the one to make you smile, laugh, feel at ease. He adores being able to do domestic activities with you since it gives him a glimpse into how itâll be like once the two of you eventually get married. As I said, he puts in soooo much effort into making you happy so he definitely attempts to get good at cooking so he can surprise you with breakfast in bed/homemade dinner. He stills puts in the effort to learn how to cook even if you already know how to. He wants to surprise you so bad so pls let him (â„âžâ„) (even if the French toast he made is a lil burnt)
Follows you around like a lost puppy. His hand is constantly reaching for yours, his arms are instantly wrapped around you as soon as the two of you get into bed, he always makes room for you to sit in his lap.
a/n: I havenât written in quite awhile but I had to come back since my obsession with this man has worsened this past week đ. Feel free to send requests đđ§ž
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