#but i only finally started working on it a day ago so i'm proud of myself ; )

[ssivinee]

❥ 𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

ITZY! Racer! Shin Ryujin x F reader x tripleS! Racer! Park Sohyun: In Seoul’s street racing scene, there has always been a long history of rivalry. Caught between two fierce racers, Y/n tries to find herself as she's entangled with the two. In a world where loyalty is risky, and feelings blur the finish line, some connections might be more dangerous than they seem.

Word Count: 12.5 k

Author's Note: IM SO BACK WITH THE LONG FICS, YUH. This was actually keeping me distracted with everything going on in this country rn...🤩. YES, I'm still working on Ambivalence. But I needed some new ideas to keep me going. This is also likely A TWO PARTER pls keep that in mind😭.

The streets were full of life, filled with people buzzing with excitement. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline while the low rumble of engines set the scene. Every racer, car enthusiast, and spectator gathered at the finish line, eyes locked on the flashing headlights in the distance.

The roar of red, purple, green, and blue cars thundered down the street, each one edging forward, only inches between victory and defeat. Five feet to the line, the purple car shot forward, tires screeching as it surged past the finish line in a final burst of speed.

The crowd erupted into wild cheers, everyones energy at an all time high as they waved their hands and whistled. In the blue car behind, the driver slammed a fist against the steering wheel, frustration stained across their face.

Emerging from the purple car, Shin Ryujin stepped out with her signature whisker-like smile, her confidence clear as day. She tossed her hair back, running slender fingers through the locks that had made their way to her face while some of her crew flocked around her, voices echoing with awe.

“The unbeatable Ryujin does it again,” Jaemin says, voice dripping in sarcasm as he tapped away at his phone, causing her to nudge him in the side.

Ryujin laughed, the sound warm and mischievous. “Hey, someone’s gotta keep you guys in check,” she shot back in a joking manner, sparing a mock glare at Jaemin.

“Someday, someone’s gonna dethrone you, noona,” Jay joked, lounging with Sohyun and Jake. He glanced at Sohyun, who looked surprised when Ryujin signaled in her direction.

“It'll likely be you, Hyun,” Ryujin suggested, and Sohyun’s eyes widened. “You’re undefeated, too, right?”

“Yeah, she’s 6-0,” Jay chimed in, patting her on the shoulder, proud at his best friend. 

“Not 23-0, though,” Jaemin muttered, rolling his eyes as he scrolled through his phone. Ryujin gave him another playful shove, unfazed. “Come on, Min. She literally just got started like a month ago.”

As they joked, Ryujin’s eyes sparkled, and she checked her phone, her expression shifting to one of excitement. “Guys, next week’s Turf Races,” she announced, a grin spreading across her face. The boys exchanged eager looks while Sohyun’s brows furrowed in confusion.

Ryujin chuckled and explained, “Turf Races happen every three months. It’s like the biggest showdown for Korea’s racers—groups from all over the country come together to race, and every city brings their best.”

Jaemin scoffs, glancing at the younger racer, “Or, as Incheon calls it, a contest to see who’s ‘the king or queen of racing.’” His tone was evidently sarcastic, and Sohyun noticed Jake and Jay shaking their heads in irritation.

“Do we not like Incheon’s groups?” Sohyun asked, catching the tension.

Ryujin sighed, flicking Jake and Jay’s forehead lightly. “It’s not like that. Seoul and Incheon have always been the rivals of the country. We’ve got the biggest crews, the toughest records, and a deep history of…let’s call it a friendly competition.”

Jake crossed his arms, nodding. “Cheuksin versus Djinn. We were the first crew, the oldest at that, the one every group respects.”

“But Djinn’s a different story,” Ryujin said, taking a sip from her nearby water bottle. “The Turf Races were always meant to be a friendly way for solo riders to meet. You know? To network and even possibly join a crew. But Djinn’s founder created their group for one reason—to compete with us. Ever since we’ve had this…complicated history.”

Jaemin leaned in, lowering his voice for dramatic effect. “Their current leader? Yeh Shuhua. First Taiwanese racer to lead a Korean crew. She’s no joke; she raced her way to the top, and no one was shocked when she took over. But she’s got a reputation…not the nicest attitude.”

He shrugged. “She doesn’t bother me, though. I can match her freak.” 

Everyone chuckled, knowing Jaemin wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge. But Sohyun’s gaze was thoughtful, her heart racing a little at the thought. “We’re racing them next week?”

Ryujin smiled at her, nodding. “Don’t worry, Hyun. You’ll do great. Besides, we’ve got a record that’s pretty hard to beat.” Jay raised his hands in mock celebration. “It’d take them winning every race for the next five years just to catch up to us.”

Ryujin laughed, then focused on Sohyun, her tone suddenly serious. “Stay with me until eleven tonight, okay? We’re going to work on a few things.”

Sohyun nodded, gripping her keys as she made her way to her car. In the parking lot, her father’s Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 awaited her, shining under the lights. The blood-red paint job gleamed, always a beauty to look at in her eyes. Climbing into the driver’s seat, she traced her hand along the wheel, memories flooding her mind. She could almost feel her dad’s presence beside her, guiding her hands like he had at so many races.

Sighing, she ran her fingers over the sleek dashboard, thinking back to the countless races he’d won. He’d been a Cheuksin legend, and even after his passing, making Sohyun a famous legacy amongst all of Cheuksin’s members. 

A sudden knock on her window jolted her from her thoughts, and she looked up to see Ryujin grinning, tapping her wrist to signal the time. Not noticing how much time had passed, Sohyun started the car, feeling the smooth purr of the engine as she pulled out of the spot and followed Ryujin up to the upper parking lot level. 

Ryujin’s purple Mustang Shelby GT350R awaited her there, alone against the expanse of concrete pillars. Sohyun pulled up beside her leader, lowering her window as Ryujin did the same on the passenger side.

“So, tonight, we’re focusing on drifting,” Ryujin said, nodding toward the concrete columns ahead. “In real races, especially on Turf Race tracks, you’ll hit some crazy turns and obstacles. Drifting can make or break those moments.”

With that, she revved her engine and gave a quick demonstration. Her car slid smoothly around each pillar, tires squealing in perfect curves, leaving clean arcs of rubber on the ground. Sohyun watched in awe, barely blinking as Ryujin returned to the starting spot and rolled down her window, laughing at the look on Sohyun’s face.

“It’s all in the timing and control. You’ve got the skills already, legacy,” she said, using the nickname with pride. “And we’ve got a week to perfect this. You’ll be ready.”

With a determined nod, Sohyun rolled up her window, heart pounding as she steered toward the pillars. She took a deep breath, then let her car fly forward, mirroring Ryujin’s graceful maneuvers. 

Hours passed in a blur of tire squeals and engine roars, but finally, Ryujin clapped as Sohyun completed her last round. “You’re ready for Turf Races,” she said with a proud smile, knowing her protégé would succeed in the upcoming races.

—--

It was Friday afternoon, and people were beginning to gather at the Turf Races location—a spot quite far enough from Seoul that closing off streets for the races had been an easy task. The night air hung heavy with the scent of gasoline, mingling with the distant echoes of engines revving while a wave of people crowded the dimly lit streets.

Ryujin leaned against her car, scrolling through Cheuksin's group chat on her phone, occasionally glancing up to spot anyone from her crew in the crowd. Her fingers moved quickly, sending messages to keep track of everyone's whereabouts.

She was too focused, barely noticing the shuffle of heels clicking nearby—until she heard a low whistle and a gentle voice. “That is one nice Shelby.”

Ryujin looked up, expecting a casual compliment. But what she saw made her pause.

You were just… breathtaking.

The beaming streetlights glazed over your skin, bringing out the sheen of your pink glossed lips, which formed a slight pout. Ryujin’s gaze dropped to your outfit—a pair of white stilettos, a light blue A-line skirt that brushed just above your knees, and a crisp white collared blouse with a bow that held your hair in a high ponytail.

You looked so out of place in the sea of leather jackets, jeans, boots, and sneakers, yet the fact that you’d called her car a Shelby instead of just a Mustang hinted you knew precisely where you were.

Realizing she was staring, Ryujin blinked and felt her face warm as you laughed, shrugging casually. “I get that reaction a lot.”

Ryujin snapped out of her trance, waving her hands nervously. “No, no, I didn’t mean to stare! I just—” She struggled for the right words. “You… don’t look like the racing type.”

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow in mock offense. “And what does the racing type look like?”

Ryujin winced, stumbling over her words. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”

You interrupted with a soft laugh. “Relax, I’m just pulling your leg.” Your eyes traced over her car, lingering on the glossy curves and soft edges of its body. “But really, that’s a beautiful Shelby. A GT350R?”

Ryujin’s jaw dropped slightly, and her usual cool shattered. “Y-you know cars?” she stammered, her voice betraying her surprise.

“My older brother’s a mechanic,” you replied, brushing an invisible wrinkle from your sleeve. “I work with him, so I’m around cars like this all the time. Especially street racers.” Your eyes drifted back to the car, admiration sparking in them. “But this one’s a standout—those decals are insane.”

You nodded towards the deep purple paint job with the bold image of a dark blue dragon that was outlined with black, almost swimming across the hood. The creature’s scales shimmered under the streetlights, each one meticulously outlined. “Any reason for the blue dragon?”

A smile broke out across Ryujin’s face, and she looked completely at ease for the first time. “Yeah. It’s because my name’s Ryujin. Dragon and Sea God in Japanese.”

Your eyebrows lifted, and you nodded, letting out a soft, “Ahh.” After a moment, something seemed to click. “Wait, Ryujin? As in Shin Ryujin of Cheuksin?” A flicker of pride flashed across Ryujin’s face before she tried to play it off, giving a casual shrug. “You know who I am?”

You gave her an amused look, eyes gleaming. “Who doesn’t know the leader of Cheuksin?”

Ryujin’s confidence faltered slightly as she remembered her reputation. But then you extended your hand, that same knowing smile on your lips. “I’m Y/n.”

Ryujin took your hand, shaking it carefully, her fingers lingering just a second too long. “Y/n from…?”

“Oh, I’m not with any crew.” You chuckled, letting your gaze drift back to the race preparations in the distance. “I’m just here supporting a few friends tonight.” Ryujin nodded, intrigued. “Is that why I’ve never seen you at Turf Wars before?”

“Sort of.” You glanced down briefly, your smile fading a little. “My brother’s shop keeps me busy most Fridays. This is a rare night off, so I thought I’d check it out.”

Ryujin hesitated, curiosity getting the better of her. “Any reason you’re dressed… like this?”

You blinked, looking genuinely confused until her meaning registered. “Oh,” you chuckled, glancing down at your outfit. “I had lunch with some friends earlier. Didn’t have time to change before heading out here.”

Ryujin thought about this, taking in your polished look. “You from Incheon?”

You laughed softly, eyes wide with surprise. “Good guess. Yeah, I am. How’d you know?”

Ryujin rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking away. “Just a wild guess,” she murmured, hoping you didn’t notice the slight flush on her cheeks.

You nodded, checking your phone as the time ticked closer to the race’s start. “I should get going. But it was nice to meet you, Miss Shin.” You smiled, your expression warm yet mysterious as you turned to leave, each step measured and confident.

Ryujin watched you go, the sounds of the crowd fading into the background. She wanted to reach out, call your name, and ask for a way to keep in touch. But something in her held back, an unspoken understanding that tonight’s meeting was all it was meant to be.

As you disappeared into the crowd, she felt a pang of regret—and maybe just a little curiosity, too.

As Ryujin’s focus shifted to her phone, you found yourself drawn to the side of the street, where a frustrated grunt caught your attention. “Don’t do this to me now,” a girl muttered, hands digging under the hood of what appeared to be her car. 

Her face was half-hidden behind messy wisps of hair and tilted glasses, and she was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice you watching.

Without a word, you glanced over her shoulder, spotting the issue almost immediately. “Your spark plug’s shot,” you noted, your voice catching her by surprise as she jumped, hitting her head against the hood. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” you said smoothly, barely looking at her as she rubbed the spot, eyes widening.

“Oh, no, that’s not on you,” she mumbled, visibly flustered. “It’s just been… a day,” she added, glancing back at the car.

“Got any tools in the trunk?” you asked, not exactly offering to help, just curious. She blinked, seeming to process the question, and quickly rushed to the back, rummaging through an assortment of random supplies before returning with an entire toolkit and a handful of spark plugs.

You let out a small laugh, barely contained. “Didn’t need all of that,” you murmured, taking a single plug from her and rolling up your sleeves.

“Oh, uh… okay,” she stammered, clearly uncertain but watching you carefully as you got to work. “You’re… you know a lot about this stuff?”

“Just enough,” you replied, already busy disconnecting the battery. “How long’s it been sitting here?”

“Uh… maybe an hour?” She seemed unsure of herself, her hands fiddling with her sleeves.

“You must be new to this scene,” you commented, your tone neutral, keeping the words light. She laughed nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Is it that obvious?”

You nodded slightly, finishing the repair without meeting her gaze. “Let’s just say most people check their engines before Turf Races.” The barest hint of a smirk tugged at your lips as you caught her watching you, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

“I only started a month ago,” she admitted shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Guess that makes you a true rookie,” you remarked, finally shutting the hood and dusting off your hands. “Try it now.”

She slid into the driver’s seat, her eyes wide as she turned the key. The car purred to life, and she looked at you with pure relief. “Thank you… I—I don’t even know what to say.” She reached out, shaking your hand with surprising energy, a grateful smile breaking across her face.

“Don’t mention it,” you replied with an easy wave. “You should be good now. Just keep an eye on it next time.”

“Still… thank you so much…” she paused, tilting her head as if waiting for you to fill in the blank.

“Y/n,” you said simply, letting her linger on the name before nodding towards the road. “Good luck out there.”

As you turned and melted into the crowd, you felt her gaze trailing after you, a mixture of awe and lingering nerves etched on her face. She watched until you disappeared completely, her hand still on the steering wheel as if replaying the exchange in her mind.

After a few minutes, all of Cheuksin gathered at the dead end of the deserted street. Sohyun leaned against her car, spacing out as nerves twisted within her, each stray thought building up in her mind. The distant roar of engines and hum of voices buzzed around her, snapping back only when she saw Ryujin rambling to Jaemin, who practically paid no mind to her.

“Can’t pay even a smidge of attention, unnie?” she teased, rolling his eyes though a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Some girl’s cast a spell on her, and now she can’t stop talking about her or looking for her.”

Ryujin’s gaze roamed over the sea of racers, scanning faces in search of someone who clearly wasn’t there. Sohyun, curious and unused to seeing her mentor distracted, followed her line of sight—but neither of them spotted the mystery girl.

"So," Jay’s hand clapped Sohyun’s back, jolting her. She felt her heartbeat quicken from the scare. "Think you’re ready?"

Sohyun shrugged, the weight of nerves still heavy. "Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess."

"Hey, lighten up a little, Hyun," Ryujin reassured, playfully patting her head. “You’ll do great.”

“So, who are we up against, noona?” Jake asked, leaning casually on Sohyun’s car.

“It’s Seoul versus Incheon and a few smaller groups,” Ryujin replied, looking at Sohyun with an encouraging smile. “Traditional match-up. You’ll go against Djinn’s second-in-command. They seemed to have taken an interest in you since I’m training you, so they put you up against someone with experience.”

Sohyun's fingers tightened around her keys. “Anything I need to know?”

Ryujin’s gaze sharpened. “The racer’s name is Choi Yeonjun. Skilled, but… he doesn’t play fair.”

“‘Doesn’t play fair’ is one way to put it,” a voice interjected, slicing through their conversation like a blade. Everyone turned toward the middle of the street, where a woman with sleek black hair stood, exuding a presence as sharp as her smirk. “I call it ‘determined to win.’”

Sohyun straightened instinctively. ‘That must be Djinn’s leader,’ she thought, noting the woman’s confident stance and the air of authority she exuded.

“Determined to win?” Jaemin cut in with a sneer, tauntingly folding his arms. “It’s desperation, Shuhua. When was the last time Yeonjun won without trying to pit someone's car?”

Shuhua arched an eyebrow, amused by Jaemin’s challenge. “Oh, poor Min-Min,” she purred, her voice laced with mock sympathy. “Still sore about the last race, hmm? Yeonjun knocked you right out, and guess what? He won.”

Jaemin’s fists clenched, but Ryujin stepped forward, blocking his view of Shuhua with a calm, confident smile.

“Always here to stir up trouble, aren’t you?” Ryujin said coolly, her eyes never wavering. Shuhua flicked her hair back, sending Ryujin a look meant to rattle—but Ryujin didn’t flinch. She never did, and that’s what made Shuhua hate her even more.

“Shin Ryujin,” Shuhua drawled, her smirk sharpening. “Always a pleasure.” But her eyes said otherwise, sparking with the rivalry that ran as deep as the roots of their crews. “Why don’t you guys just prove it with your racing?”

With that question, Shuhua’s face becomes serious as her eyes land directly on Sohyun, who almost shivers at her gaze. “We definitely will. Especially after Yeonjun beats that precious new protégé of yours.”

Ryujin let out a soft chuckle, her gaze falling on their newest racer. “So you’re so worried about a girl I’m training that you need to pull a cheap stunt?” she said, her voice steady but cutting. “All for what, Shuhua? Just so Yeonjun can snag a win, and you can say you’ve beaten someone I’m teaching?”

“No,” Shuhua replied, stepping closer until she stood directly across from Sohyun. The only thing separating them was the sleek, red car, and the street went silent as every eye turned toward the standoff.

You worked your way through the gathered crowd, just catching sight of Shuhua and the girl you’d recently helped. Rolling your eyes at Shuhua’s usual games, you already knew this routine—the intimidation, the taunts, all the flair that made her notorious as Djinn’s leader.

With a cocky tilt of her head, Shuhua’s voice carried confidently. “Not only do you train her, but little Miss Park Sohyun here is Cheuksin’s legacy.”

Your eyes widened at the revelation. So the ‘helpless girl’ from earlier was no ordinary racer—she was someone with a name, a history. You smirked, finding it endearing that she was carrying on her family’s reputation. 

Shuhua’s gaze lingered on Ryujin, her smirk ever-present as she gestured toward Sohyun. “I just wanted to see what she’s made of. And since I’m racing you,” she paused, her eyes flicking back to Ryujin with a look as sharp as it was smug before settling back on Sohyun, “I figured Yeonjun would be the perfect opponent to push her limits. Don’t you think?”

Ryujin’s stance relaxed, confidence radiating as she glanced at Sohyun. “He would,” she replied smoothly, taking a few strides closer, which made Shuhua instinctively step back from Sohyun’s car. “And I promise you this—Sohyun’s going to be the one to knock Yeonjun down a peg or two.” She reached out, patting Shuhua’s arm with a smug smile that held no hint of doubt.

Shuhua’s smirk wavered, and with a scoff, she turned away, motioning to her crew, who immediately fell in line behind her. Jay placed a reassuring hand on Sohyun’s shoulder, sensing her nerves. “Don’t worry about them, Hyun. They’re just trying to get under your skin,” he said, and Ryujin nodded in agreement, her steady gaze a quiet reassurance.

You, meanwhile, stepped through the crowd toward Shuhua, catching her attention. She turned, her face lighting up as she saw you approach. With that familiar flirtatious smile, she closed the distance, sliding her arms around your waist. “You finally made it,” she murmured, her voice dripping with a mixture of excitement and mischief. You rolled your eyes, but her smirk only grew. 

“And you’re back to causing a scene,” you replied dryly, though your tone held a hint of annoyance.

“Come on,” she purred, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, “Don’t be like that, baby.” She pulled you into a kiss, her fingers pressing into your back as if to draw you closer, oblivious to the crowd around you.

Across the lot, Ryujin had started making her way back toward her car, only to pause mid-step when she spotted the two of you. Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing as something unspoken flashed across her face. The sight of Shuhua’s hands on you—and the intensity of a kiss—made her visibly tense. “Shit.”

Sohyun and Jaemin only caught Ryujin’s reaction, both their eyes following the direction of hers. The younger girl’s eyes widen at the view, “fuck,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief. 

Jaemin, noticing the tension, followed their gaze and immediately grasped the situation. “There’s no fucking way,” he muttered, hitting his forehead with his palm as the realization hit him fast. This was something that was surely gonna bite them in the ass. He just knew it.

———

Two hours passed, and multiple races had come and gone, but Ryujin and Sohyun remained seated in their cars, each lost in thought as time dragged on.

Inside the darkness of her car, Ryujin’s fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel, her gaze distant as she fought the tension inside her. She knew she couldn’t allow herself to feel drawn to you. It was wrong; every logical part of her told her so.

You were with Shuhua—the woman who led the crew that had been a nuisance to Cheuksin for years, the woman whose antics often fueled the bitter competition between them. It was like craving forbidden candy, the temptation all the more potent because she knew it would end in pain.

Meanwhile, Sohyun sat in silence, her hands gripping the wheel as her mind circled over recent events. A pang of frustration rose in her chest as she chided herself for being so easily captivated. She barely knew you, yet in that brief encounter, you had gone out of your way to help her. The way you’d helped her with her car, saving her from further distress—it shouldn’t have meant so much, but it did like the calm within a storm.

While the two women of Cheuksin sat in deep thought, you sat in the passenger seat of Shuhua’s sleek car, feeling the weight of her gaze on you that never seemed to leave.

You stayed quiet, absorbing the silence, something you’d grown accustomed to despite the label of “girlfriend” she’d given you. The relationship felt like an empty shell—just a surface attraction without depth.

Five months ago, she’d spotted you at a high-end lounge, captivated by your looks, and that was that. She took you out, but the dates were more about her than the two of you.

Shuhua would talk endlessly about herself, and you’d sit back, downing glasses of liquor to drown out the sound of her voice. By the fifth date, she’d asked you to make it ‘official’, and you’d agreed with little hesitation, not for love or even real interest, but for the easy fun of it.

It was shallow, you knew that. But you also knew Shuhua didn’t see you as much more than a trophy herself. She paraded you around, prideful in her claim over you, flaunting her arm candy like an expensive piece of art that she wasn’t willing to sell.

But lately, the fun had worn off, and Shuhua’s true self had begun to show. Even if you didn’t feel strongly for her, you had always valued loyalty. As empty as this relationship was, you held onto it with a strange sense of commitment, keeping things monogamous out of habit more than anything. Shuhua, however, had other ideas—she flirted with other women openly, craving their attention as if you didn’t exist in her life.

It was only a matter of time, you felt before you’d see her taking it further, and the thought of it was slowly beginning to anger you.

You knew your worth and valued yourself. A famous crew leader wasn’t about to change that.

The scene with Cheuksin was no different from the usual problems she liked to cause, but watching Shuhua’s antics up close made them hit differently. You’d heard plenty of rumors about her behavior at these events, and tonight only confirmed them. At one point, you believed she might’ve been genuinely passionate about racing—it showed in how she talked about her past wins and accomplishments. But now? It was hard to tell what motivated her anymore.

The thought always had the cogwheels turning in your mind. Was it the popularity? The money? The constant attention? Whatever it was, it seemed like her motivations shifted every time you blinked.

As she glanced your way, you felt a pang of discomfort that was getting harder to ignore. The time you spent with her was becoming more exhausting by the second, and you’d reached your limit. You took a deep breath, your voice steady as you murmured, “How about we stop things here?”

Shuhua looked at you, confusion etched across her face. “Stop what here?”

You sighed, trying to keep things calm, even though frustration simmered beneath the surface. “This. Us. Or whatever you want to call it.” Her eyes widened, panic flashing over her face in a way you hadn’t seen before. “W-what? We were perfectly fine.”

“No, we weren’t,” you replied, unable to hide your irritation. “You don’t really like me like that, and I don’t feel that way about you. We’re not even dating,” you continued, watching as her expression changed again. As if she let her mask drop, she caught herself quickly, masking any vulnerability with her usual smirk, her cockiness returning as she leaned back.

“Oh, please. You wouldn’t leave me, Y/n,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. “You wouldn’t leave what we had.”

You shot her a disbelieving look, letting out a scoff. Opening the car door, you exited, pausing only to lean in briefly. “Watch me,” you said, your voice firm as you slammed the door shut behind you.

Shuhua’s initial shock quickly morphed into a steely gaze as she studied your leaving figure, trying to gauge whether you were serious. “You’re not being serious, right?” she scoffed as she rolled her window down and crossed her arms. “Why now? Just because I’ve been giving Cheuksin shit?”

You shook your head, keeping your voice level despite her accusatory tone. “It’s not even close to being about that. I just… don’t feel it anymore.” You paused, carefully choosing your words. “We both know this was never really… deep. It was fun for a while, but I’m not looking to be an accessory.”

Shuhua’s smirk faded, her eyes narrowing. “So you’re really leaving. Just like that.”

“Just like that,” you confirmed, keeping your tone neutral. You didn’t want to argue or drag this out any longer than necessary.

For a second, she looked almost vulnerable—a rare crack in her otherwise unshakable confidence. But it disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by a bitter smile. “Fine. Go then. Let’s see how long it takes before you’re crawling back.” She looked away, dismissively waving her hand as if to say you were already forgotten.

You didn’t respond, merely nodding once before completely walking away from her. You took a deep breath, feeling a strange weight lift off your shoulders. Shuhua’s car drove away without so much as a backward glance, her headlights vanishing into the parking lot.

The roar of engines, laughter, and voices of the crowd drew you back to the Turf Races, and you found yourself wandering back to the main area. You couldn’t help but feel lighter, the tension that had been building in your chest finally dissipating. As you scanned the crowd, your gaze was drawn to Ryujin’s car once again.

Ryujin, still in her seat, hadn’t noticed you yet, her expression intense as she mentally prepared for the upcoming race. She looked calm and collected on the outside, but there was a storm behind her eyes as if something weighed on her mind.

You hesitated before approaching, knocking lightly on her window. She looked up, startled, but when she saw it was you, her expression softened, and she quickly rolled down the window.

“Hey,” you greeted with a small smile, trying to hide the way your heart sped up at her gaze.

Ryujin’s eyes flickered with surprise, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Back again? Thought you’d left with…” She trailed off, realizing what she’d almost said.

“Yeah, about that.” You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. “Guess I’m flying solo tonight.”

Her gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if she was taking in every word and gesture. “Well,” she said, her voice softer now, “you’re always welcome here. And… good timing.” She nodded towards the starting line. “Our newbie is up next.”

“Good luck to her,” you murmured, feeling a pang of something you couldn’t quite place as she flashed you a confident smile. She was so proud to show off her protégé and for the first time in a while, the care made you smile. It was enough to make your stomach flip, but you quickly shook off the feeling, stepping back as she revved her engine.

Ryujin nodded once, her usual cool returning as she focused on the race. As Sohyun pulled up to the starting line, you found a spot near the crowd to watch, anticipation building as you leaned against the barrier. The crowd’s energy buzzed around you, but all you could focus on was the dark, sleek Camaro Z/28, and the determined glint in her eyes flickered with the nerves that bundled up.

A girl in some risque clothing walked in the middle of the street, holding a red flag and counted them down. As she sees the flag wave down, Sohyun shot off the line, the red car tearing down the deserted street, the roar of the engine echoing through the night. You couldn’t help but feel captivated. Despite being a younger racer, to your knowledge, being a legacy was a big deal in the racing scene. So you definitely need to keep your eyes peeled for her.

The Camaro Z/28 barreled forward, taking an early lead as Sohyun’s focus sharpened. She had a unique style: precise but aggressive, weaving through the tight curves with a confident and raw grace. Every turn felt like a statement—one that said she belonged here, no matter who she was up against. 

You could see why Ryujin had taken her under her wing. There was a familiar intensity in how Sohyun handled herself on the track, a hunger that reminded you of what you heard about Ryujin in her early days—relentless, almost reckless, but with an undercurrent of something deeper. Pride, maybe. A desire to prove herself.

The crowd roared as she maneuvered around a particularly sharp turn, her tires screeching as she held control like a pro. You found yourself smiling, a genuine admiration bubbling up as you watched her push the limits of her car and her own nerves. Something was refreshing about it, watching someone new pour their heart into the race, unburdened by the rivalries and egos that clouded the rest of the scene.

The groups track was around the area and quite shorter, giving you a good view of everyones skills. It was down the road, into the parking lot where they’d have to reach to the top, come back down, lap through a different street, and come back. A drone that had a camera would follow so when the track got further, everyone would be able to watch on their phones.

You glanced over at Ryujin, whose eyes were glued to the track as she held her phone tightly, her expression intense but glowing with pride. She didn’t look at you, but you could sense the connection between her and her protégé—a mentor’s pride that softened her usually tough exterior. 

The race stretched, and the gap between Sohyun and the other racers widened. You noticed Yeonjun, notorious for his cutthroat tactics, trying to close in on her, his car creeping up at an alarming speed. But Sohyun held her ground, skillfully blocking him, anticipating his moves. You could see Yeonjun getting frustrated, tapping his fingers impatiently on his steering wheel. 

As the racers get deeper into the track, you pull up the stream on your phone, watching every cars movement as best as possible. Then, almost predictably, Yeonjun attempted to close the gap with one of his signature dirty tricks—clipping the edge of Sohyun’s car just enough to throw her off balance.

But Sohyun, sharp and resilient, managed to stabilize, shifting gears quickly to compensate. She didn’t flinch, her focus unwavering, and she sped up, leaving Yeonjun behind with a furious glare. The crowd’s energy erupted as Sohyun soared toward the finish line, crossing it with a triumphant roar from her engine.

She had won. The cheers drowned out everything else, filling the night air with an infectious exhilaration. You found yourself grinning, almost surprised by how invested you’d become in her victory. But then, you felt someone’s gaze on you and looked over to see Ryujin watching, a satisfied smirk on her face. 

“Not bad for a ‘newbie,’ huh?” she said, her tone both teasing and proud.

You chuckled, nodding. “Guess she’s full of surprises.”

As Sohyun stepped out of her car, greeted by thunderous applause and pats on the back from fellow racers, you saw a spark of something bright in her eyes. Ryujin made her way over, pulling her into a side hug, whispering something that made Sohyun’s face light up. It was a warm moment—a rare one for Ryujin, who tended to keep her emotions tightly under wraps.

After Sohyun’s thrilling race against Yeonjun, the crowd was buzzing with adrenaline and chatter about her victory. You congratulated her again, catching the smile that hinted at something more, a small flicker that made your heart stutter. As you exchanged a few words, you noticed Shuhua’s gaze, dark and unreadable from across the track. She hadn’t moved closer, hadn’t even pretended to hide her irritation, and the silent tension simmered in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Just then, the announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, “Alright, folks! Up next the leader race! This is the one everyone’s been waiting for. Alleyways, sharp turns, open highways – you know what it means! Get ready for Ryujin, Shuhua, Johan, and Breeze!”

All eyes turned to the starting line as the crowd buzzed with fresh anticipation. A drone zipped into position above the track, hovering like a spectator ready to capture every move, every maneuver. Ryujin pulled her purple Mustang Shelby GT350R up to the line, its sleek body gleaming under the lights, while Shuhua’s car sidled up next to hers, engine growling with an intensity that matched her own unrelenting energy. 

The flag girl took her place, each step deliberate as she raised their flags, drawing cheers and shouts from the crowd. Your gaze drifted back to Sohyun’s Camaro parked just off the line, a reminder of her quiet but fierce skill. She caught your eye for a brief moment, her calm presence an anchor amid the chaotic excitement.

And then—the flags dropped.

With a deafening roar, Ryujin and Shuhua’s cars, beside the two others, shot forward, leaving a cloud of dust and the roar of engines in their wake. The drone followed close behind, streaming the race live to the crowd gathered around screens and phones, and every heart raced with them.

As the cars tore through the narrow alleyways, Ryujin held precise control, her hands gripping the wheel firmly, while Shuhua was fierce, pushing forward with aggression. She taunted Ryujin, nudging close to her bumper, then trying to overtake her on every sharp turn, leaving no room for mistakes. Ryujin kept her cool, but you could see the tension etched in her jaw each time Shuhua’s car swerved dangerously close.

The crowd gasped as Shuhua attempted a risky move on a sharp curve. She nearly clipped Ryujin’s Mustang, her car jolting slightly with the force, but Ryujin held steady, her focus evident. The highway stretch came up, and they accelerated side-by-side, a blur of purple and dark metal under the streetlights, as the drone struggled to keep pace.

But Shuhua’s relentless aggression eventually worked against her. In her haste to push ahead, she miscalculated on a hairpin turn, skidding too wide. Ryujin seized the moment, her Mustang gliding forward in a flawless maneuver that left Shuhua behind, forced to regain control as Ryujin sped through the final straight.

The crowd erupted as Ryujin crossed the finish line first, her Mustang roaring in victory while Shuhua’s car coasted in moments later. Applause and cheers echoed, and Ryujin climbed out, raising an arm with a confident grin, though her eyes searched the crowd until they found yours.

The look she gave you was unmistakably triumphant, but Shuhua’s dark gaze lingered on you from the sidelines, the subtle resentment now impossible to ignore.

“Celebration at Cheuksin’s usual spot. You coming?” Ryujin asks you, as she walked closer with a proud smile on her face.

As the cheers erupted for Sohyun and Ryujins’s victory, you noticed Shuhua glaring from across the lot, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, jaw clenched. She leaned against her car, eyes narrowed in your direction, her expression a mix of irritation and something sharper—betrayal, maybe. It was clear your choice to congratulate Sohyun and Ryujin with a triumphant look on your face, Cheuksin racers, had struck a nerve.

You tried to ignore her, focusing on the buzz of the crowd, but Shuhua’s stare felt like a weight on your chest. When her car door slammed shut, you couldn’t help but glance back at her. She was watching as Ryujin pulled you into the fold, her gaze seething with resentment. A knowing smirk played on Ryujin’s face as she noticed, clearly enjoying the fact that you’d chosen her side over Djinn’s tonight.

Shuhua didn’t bother hiding her irritation, stepping forward with quick, almost hostile strides, stopping just shy of where you stood. “So this is what you’re into now?” she asked, her voice low but laced with disdain. “Congratulating the enemy?”

The bitterness in her tone caught you off guard. You’d expected her to be angry, but this was something else—pettiness. You squared your shoulders, keeping your expression neutral as you met her gaze.

“It’s not about sides, Shuhua. Sohyun earned a win against Yeonjun, and she won against you fair and square. I’m just giving credit where it’s due.”

Her lips twisted into a scowl, her eyes flashing with anger. “Funny. Didn’t see you applauding anyone on our team like that. Maybe I should’ve guessed you’d switch sides eventually.”

You opened your mouth to reply, trying to express that it was your first time at a Turf Race since your brother's time, but the sound of Ryujin’s voice interrupted. “Problem here, Shuhua?” Ryujin’s tone was cool, almost mocking, as she leaned casually against Sohyun’s car. Her gaze drifted between the two of you, and you could see the hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Shuhua’s eyes narrowed further, her posture stiffening. “Nothing that concerns you, Ryujin.”

“Right.” Ryujin pushed herself off the car, raising an eyebrow. “Then maybe you should get going. You’ve got a lot of angry teammates waiting for you over there.”

For a moment, it seemed like Shuhua was going to retaliate, but she only gave a scoff, her glare burning holes into you. She took a step closer, her voice barely more than a whisper, but her words were sharp enough to cut. “Fine. Go ahead, get cozy with Cheuksin. But don’t come running back when things go south.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel, her car roaring to life a moment later. She drove off, her headlights cutting through the dark as she disappeared into the night. 

The sound of her car receding left a strange emptiness, but at the same time, you felt lighter, as if her departure had freed you from some invisible weight. You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering tension, but Ryujin’s eyes were on you, her smirk turning into something softer.

“Guess she didn’t take that well,” she said, an amused glint in her eye.

“Guess not,” you replied, managing a wry smile. “But I didn’t expect her to, anyway.”

Ryujin’s expression softened just a bit. “You know, you’re always welcome here. Djinn doesn’t seem to appreciate what they’ve got, anyway.”

“Yeah, well…” You let out a small chuckle, trying to keep the mood light. “Guess I’m flying solo tonight.”

Ryujin’s gaze lingered on you, searching your face as if trying to read something in the expression you didn’t realize you were wearing. “Well,” she said, her voice softer now, “I’m glad you’re here. It’s been a while since we’ve had anyone new rooting for us.”

She nodded toward the starting line where Sohyun was grinning with some other Cheuksin racers. You felt a warmth in her words that you hadn’t felt from Djinn in a long time—a genuine sense of belonging that had been missing. 

After a beat, you gave a small nod. “That invitation, by the way, I’ll come with.”

Ryujin’s smile grew, a rare, unguarded one that softened her whole expression. “Good. We’ll save you a spot.” She gave you a casual, two-finger salute before heading off toward Sohyun, her energy as bright as the streetlights that lined the makeshift track.

As you watched them go, you felt a sense of belonging you hadn’t felt in a long time, even if only for the night. And maybe, just maybe, this was a new beginning—a fresh start in a world as thrilling as it was ruthless.

Ryujin’s offer lingered in your mind as you climbed into the passenger seat of her Mustang. The engine hummed beneath you, the low rumble almost soothing as the night air washed over you through the open windows. Silence settled between you both for a moment, but it wasn’t awkward. Instead, it felt oddly comfortable, like the two of you had known each other for a long time.

As she shifted gears, Ryujin glanced over at you. “So, if you don’t mind me asking… what’s your story? I mean, everyone here’s got one, right?”

You hesitated, not out of reluctance but because it was rare that anyone wanted to know about your life in Incheon. “It’s… not much, really. I grew up in Incheon with my older brother, Jeon Wonwoo. He owned a mechanic shop where I work.”

Ryujin’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Wait, that Wonwoo? The racer who used to sweep the Incheon street race scene in 2010 and 11?”

You chuckled softly, nodding. “Yep, that’s him. He’s a legend in his own right. He started teaching me to drive when I was thirteen. It was mostly just us. Our parents… well, my mom wasn’t around much, and my dad left when I was a kid.”

Ryujin’s expression softened, and she seemed to choose her next words carefully. “I didn’t know. I mean, everyone talks about how tough Djinn racers are, but… sounds like you’ve had to be strong for a while.”

You shrugged, smiling to break the heaviness of the conversation. “Guess I have. I wasn’t ever really a part of Djinn. I raced a little since it was a way to keep close to Wonwoo—and stay sane. We kept to the Incheon territory, though. Only moved closer to Seoul recently, just about half an hour away from his shop.”

Ryujin let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “You’re full of surprises.”

The atmosphere was exciting when you arrived under the bridge—a secluded spot by the river where Cheuksin’s celebrations were already underway. A few makeshift tables were set up with snacks and drinks, laughter and conversation echoing in the open space. The crew was relaxed, celebrating Sohyun’s recent win and Ryujin’s victory over Shuhua. You felt eyes on you as you joined the group, but it wasn’t the judgmental kind; it was welcoming, curious, and like they were excited to have you here.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn toward Sohyun more than anyone else. Sure, you couldn’t deny how insanely hot she was, her dark eyes reflecting the night lights with a gleam that seemed to have its own gravitational pull. But there was something else, something deeper about her that you found irresistible—like the way her laughter sounded so genuine, effortlessly soft and warm, or the way her smile reached her eyes, giving her a look that was both tough and vulnerable. It felt rare, almost raw, and you found yourself wanting to know more, drawn to that spark of authenticity.

You both seemingly found your way to a quieter spot under the bridge, away from the noise of the crew’s celebration, and found a spot to sit near the edge where a thin stream of water reflected the glow of the city. The muffled sounds of Cheuksin’s laughter and music drifted over, but it felt like you were in a different world with her. She kicked a stray pebble into the water, watching it ripple across the surface. Her gaze grew distant, and thoughtful, and after a moment, she began to share a piece of herself with you.

“My dad was a racer, too,” she said, her voice soft, filled with both pride and sadness. “He was a legend in Cheuksin. He wasn’t just some guy who raced; he was… someone people really looked up to. People here still talk about his driving—how he could handle sharp turns without flinching, how he somehow always knew when to make his move. It was like he had a sixth sense for the road.”

Her eyes drifted down, and a faint smile touched her lips, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “When he passed… well, it felt like everything changed. It felt like I had to carry on that legacy, you know? Like I had this responsibility to him, to keep his memory alive by doing what he taught me.” She paused, her fingers trailing over the pavement as if drawing strength from it. “He was the reason I even fell in love with racing. It was never just a sport to him. It was life.”

You could feel the weight of her words as she spoke, and you found yourself moved by the quiet passion and pride she held for her father. At that moment, you could almost see her as the little girl who looked up to a hero, chasing his shadow on the track, trying to fill the shoes he’d left behind. There was a part of you that felt a pang of envy, a longing for the kind of bond she’d had—a parent who was present, who inspired something so profound in her.

You gave a small, understanding nod. “I can’t say I know exactly how you feel, but… I get it. My brother, he’s the one who taught me everything I know about cars, about driving. He’s… he’s my family, my reason for even being here. But it sounds like your dad was really special, Sohyun. Not everyone gets that kind of relationship.”

Her gaze softened as she looked at you, and for a moment, you could swear her eyes held the tiniest shimmer of tears that she quickly blinked away. “Thanks, Y/n. It’s nice… having someone who gets it.”

You nodded, feeling a twinge of something you couldn’t quite name—maybe it was a sense of admiration mixed with envy. “I get that. My brother’s the reason I’m here, too. He taught me everything. I mean, I guess we’re both following in someone’s footsteps.”

She tilted her head, studying you with a softness that made your heart race. “Why don’t you race more, then? I mean, you were taught by someone amazing. You have to be good.”

You looked out over the water, her question hanging between you. “Honestly? I don’t know. Maybe… I just haven’t found the right people to race with yet.”

The answer seemed to satisfy her, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Well, Cheuksin’s not so bad, right?”

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Not at all.”

As the hours passed, you found yourself mingling with the rest of the crew, exchanging stories and laughter. Jaemin sat near Ryujin, loosening up a little because of the tiny pinch of liquid courage he had. Jay and Jake kept the atmosphere lively, sharing wild race stories that had everyone cracking up. Ryujin stood back, watching you integrate seamlessly, a small, proud smile on her face.

At one point, you approached her, raising a half-full cup. “You’ve got a good crew, Ryujin. They’re something else.”

She clinked her cup against yours, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And they like you, too. You know… you’d fit in here better than you think.”

For a moment, her words lingered between you, unspoken possibilities sparking in the space. The night wore on, filled with laughter, shared stories, and the warmth of connection. And as you glanced at Sohyun, who caught your eye and smiled back, you realized that this was more than just another night. It was the start of something new, something that felt like home in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

The smell of motor oil and hot metal filled the air as you leaned over the open hood of a sleek Porsche 911 GT3, tools in hand. The client had told you that the engine had been sputtering lately, and you were elbow-deep in diagnosing the issue. You twisted a wrench on the intake manifold, fingers smudged with grease and listened to the steady hum of your brother’s voice as he spoke from the other side of the car.

"Djinn's really falling apart these days, huh," Wonwoo said, shaking his head with a hint of frustration. He’d been listening to you tell your story with Cheuksin, and he had always had some strong opinions against Djinn. “They’ve always had this attitude, you know, acting like they’re untouchable. But it’s more than just confidence—it’s arrogance. And then there’s Shuhua… that whole situation just proves it. She’s part of what’s turning Djinn into something darker. I’d rather keep my distance from.”

Wonwoo’s gaze grew distant as he continued, his voice rougher, almost fed up. “Back when I first started, Djinn had always been messy, playing dirty every now and then, but they had the skill. Now? They’re obsessed with their image and that tough Incheon reputation like they’ve got something to prove. Djinn’s way of doing things—it just never sat right.”

He gave you a pointed look. “You’re better off where you are now. You need people who will have your back, not those who act like you’re replaceable.”

You let out a small laugh, nodding. “Yeah, well, she and I didn’t exactly end things well, and I think she’s just bitter that I’m hanging around with Cheuksin. Honestly, it feels different there. They don’t just race together; they’re family.”

He grunted in agreement. “Anyway, I’m glad you found people who get it.”

Your brother glanced over, his expression softening. “I don’t get in your business, but Shuhua… I never liked her. She was just wrong for you.” He gave you a look, one that was protective but warm. “Oh, I knew that very well,” you say, giggling as your brother just shakes his head with a smile.

“Glad you got out of it, though. You deserve better.”

You just nodded, letting his words sink in as you leaned over to adjust the throttle position sensor, thinking of the people who had reached out since Turf Races—Sohyun’s soft smile and Ryujin’s confidence among them.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, and Ryujin’s name lit up the screen. She’d texted, asking if you could take a look at her car. Something’s off with it, she said, though you had a suspicion she was also using this as an excuse to see you.

Within an hour, Ryujin pulled up outside the shop in her deep purple Mustang, the engine rumbling smoothly despite whatever mysterious problem she’d reported. She stepped out, her gaze trailing over you as you wiped grease from your hands on a rag.

You were still in your navy cargo pants and a black tank top, your hair a bit messy in a bun, dirt-streaked on your skin. She saw the slight muscles in your arms, as your veiny hands gripped around a wrench.

Her smirk widened, clearly taking in the whole scene. “Didn’t realize I’d be walking in on a dirty Y/n,” she said, eyeing you playfully. “It’s… a nice look.”

“Should’ve called ahead, then,” you shot back with a smile, feeling her gaze linger a second too long.

She only laughed and nodded toward her car. “All right, it’s got a weird rattling noise, but it only happens at high speeds. I thought I’d better bring it to someone who knows her way around a proper car.”

You crouched by the front tire, checking over the suspension. “Let me guess—started happening right after that race with Shuhua?”

Ryujin’s mouth curved into a grin, clearly impressed. “You got it. That girl drives like she’s out to kill people on the road.”

After a quick check, you found the issue—loose bolts in the wheel well. You went to work tightening them, Ryujin leaning against her car, still watching. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and interest, clearly captivated by this side of you.

Wonwoo stepped out of the office as you tightened the final bolt, wiping his hands on his rag. His gaze moved between the two of you, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the energy.

“Ah, so you’re Ryujin,” he said with a slight nod. “Y/n’s told me about you��quite the leader of Cheuksin, right?”

Ryujin’s eyes widened briefly, almost like she’d just met a legend herself. “Jeon Wonwoo, the solo racer of Incheon. You’re kind of a big deal, you know?” she said with a smile, clearly flattered and maybe a bit nervous.

Wonwoo chuckled, giving you a quick look that conveyed a silent approval. He practically sized her up, his gaze landing back on you with an approving nod. Unlike how he looked at Shuhua, his eyes softened, silently telling you he approved.

Ryujin grinned, crossing her arms. “Well, I’m glad she decided to check us out. We’re actually having another race soon, with some Seoul crews next week. It’s a bit of a tradition—a weekly thing for us. What do you say, Y/n? Want to come back for round two?”

You glanced at Wonwoo, who shrugged, his expression encouraging. “Go have fun. I’ll hold down the shop.”

Looking back at Ryujin, you nodded, feeling a spark of excitement. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Could be fun.”

Ryujin’s smile grew, and she extended her fist for a bump. “Can’t wait to see what you bring to the table this time.” She winked, casting one last glance your way before heading out to her car, her gaze still lingering a bit longer than usual.

“So that’s who you're crushing over? I’m gonna have to see this Sohyun girl, too, if Ryujin has some competition.” You rolled your eyes as your brother laughed. Beginning to think out loud, you asked, “What if I raced in Seoul next week? I can also visit Isa and stuff.

Your brother looked at you in surprise as you shrugged, “Why not, right? It could be a fresh start for me. Besides, they aren’t that far from my house.” 

Those words you last told your brother that week had you excited. The days leading up to the race were filled with a sense of anticipation that you hadn’t felt in a while.

You had always loved the thrill of racing, but this time, it felt different. It felt refreshing, like the start of something new. It had been a while since you’d felt this spark, and the thought of joining Cheuksin again made your heart race faster than any car ever could.

The morning of the race, you set out for Seoul three hours earlier than you needed to, giving yourself plenty of time to soak in the city vibe and clear your head. You revved up your car—your pride and joy, a classic 1967 Ford Mustang GT Fastback in a sleek black that gleamed under the early morning sun. The sound of that engine roaring to life was music to your ears. The streets blurred as you drove through the familiar roads, heading straight to the city. 

Once you reached Seoul, you made a quick stop before the race. It had been months since you last saw Isa, and now that she had moved to the city, you figured it was the perfect chance to catch up. You parked your Mustang in a nearby alley and made your way to the café she owned, a cozy little place tucked between two buildings, its warm lights glowing in the early afternoon.

You pushed the door open, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Isa was behind the counter, a broad smile spreading across her face as she spotted you. 

“Y/n!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she set down the coffee she was making. You couldn’t help but grin as you stepped up to the counter.

“I know, I know,” you said, holding up your hands. “I’m a little late, but I had to stop by the shop and—"

“Don’t tell me you’ve been racing again!” Isa interrupted her tone, a playful mix of disbelief and amusement. You had caught her up, just a little bit through messages

You laughed and nodded. “Not yet, but I’ve been getting to know some people from Cheuksin. Remember the crew I told you about on the phone?”

Isa raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile creeping onto her face. “The ones you’re crushing on?” she teased, clearly enjoying the situation.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “Stop it,” you muttered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Isa always knew how to tease you. “It’s not like that,” you added, though you weren’t entirely sure she’d buy it. You hadn’t talked about Ryujin or Sohyun much with her before, and suddenly, it felt like maybe you’d said too much.

Isa smirked but didn’t push further—at least not yet. “Uh-huh, sure. So, what’s going on with these two? You’ve never mentioned anyone like that before.”

You bit your lip, unsure whether to share everything. But Isa was your best friend, and she always got the full scoop. After a beat, you decided to show her.

"Okay, fine," you said, pulling out your phone and unlocking it. "Here's Ryujin," you said, flipping through to her socials and handing Isa the phone.

Isa started scrolling through the pictures, pausing to glance at Ryujin’s confident smile in one photo a close-up shot of her behind the wheel of a car in another. Ryujin’s feed was full of racing shots, casual selfies, and posts about her crew. You could tell she had a strong presence.

“She’s definitely a looker,” Isa said, flicking through more pictures. “But, hmm, there's this whole vibe to her, right? I get it, though, girl. I mean, she’s got that ‘don’t mess with me’ thing down… How do you feel about her?”

You hesitated. "I don’t know. She’s intense, but in a good way, I guess? But there’s something... about her. I can’t really put my finger on it yet."

Isa raised her eyebrows and handed the phone back to you. “Okay, well, who’s the other one?”

You quickly scrolled to Sohyun’s profile. “This is Sohyun. She’s a little different, though. Her whole vibe is a lot more laid-back, a bit shy at times, and gets nervous pretty quickly.”

Isa peered at the screen, studying the photos of Sohyun—mostly candid shots, some from races, some from everyday life. Her feed wasn’t as flashy as Ryujin’s but had a more subtle elegance.

“She is one fine specimen,” she mumbles, ensuing a laugh out of you. “She seems more relaxed,” Isa said after a moment, tapping the screen. “I get it—there’s this calm confidence about her. And I can tell she’s serious about racing, too.”

You nodded. “Yeah, exactly. She’s got this whole history with racing. Her dad was a legend before he passed, and she’s been carrying that legacy. It’s... kind of inspiring, honestly.”

Isa leaned back in her chair, taking in all the new information. “Okay, so? Are you gonna be picking one of them?”

You let out a breath, feeling the weight of it all. “Isa, I literally just met them a week ago. How about, I get to know both better before I go feral.”

Isa smirked again, clearly entertained by the situation. “It’s never simple. But don’t let this drama distract you from the racing. You’ve got some big things coming up, right?”

You chuckled, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah, I guess so. Gotta keep focused.”

She grinned, her teasing tone lightening the mood. “Just make sure you don’t let those girls distract you too much. But hey, love triangle or not, I’m all in for the chaos. Go for it, Y/n.”

As Isa started talking about her life in Seoul and her new job, you leaned back in your chair, the conversation drifting, but your mind still lingering on the races and what was unfolding with Ryujin and Sohyun. This was just the beginning, and the more you thought about it, the more it felt like a new chapter was taking shape.

You sipped your drink, feeling the cool sweetness hit your tongue as you leaned on the counter. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to head out to the race in a bit.”

Isa chuckled, reaching under the counter to grab a fresh pastry. “The queen of speed herself coming back. And I can see you getting all excited about this. What happened with Shuhua, by the way? You said something about her in your texts last week.”

You sighed at the topic of her, hearing the name irritating you slightly as you took another sip from your iced latte. "Well, let’s just say I broke up with her then she wasn’t not happy that I hung out with Cheuksin that night. Things got pretty heated between us."

Isa narrowed her eyes, clearly curious. “So to clarify, she’s your ex now?”

“Yeah, she is.” You could feel the tension in your shoulders begone as you said the words. Isa’s gaze was soft and understanding. 

“So, you’re really going back to race with them, huh? And you’re excited about it?” she asked, her smile returning.

“I am,” you said with a laugh, finally feeling the weight of the conversation lift. “It’s a fresh start. I get to race, and I get to hang out with people who actually feel like a crew, a family. Djinn? They were never that for me.”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me how messed up they were,” Isa replied, shaking her head. “You’ve been through a lot with them. It’s about time you found a better group of people.”

You gave her a grateful look, feeling her words sink in. “You’re right. Honestly, I think tonight's race will help me figure out what I want to do.”

Isa grinned, leaning against the counter. “You’re going to crush them. I just know it. But, hey, I’m excited to see you get back on track. Just don’t forget about me when you become famous… again.”

“Of course not,” you said, laughing. “I’ll come visit you and make sure you’re not drowning in coffee orders.” 

She handed you a snack—a small chocolate muffin, rich and velvety, the kind you couldn’t help but indulge in. “Here, a little something for the road. Go kick some ass tonight.”

“Thanks,” you said with a smile, wrapping your hands around the tiny baked good. “I’ll send you a message later. Maybe we can hang out after this whole thing is over.” 

With that, you waved goodbye to Isa, leaving the café with a renewed sense of energy. The city felt different as you returned to your Mustang. You couldn’t wait to see where the night would take you, but you knew this was only the beginning.

You slid into your car, revving the engine as you made your way to the race location, your mind buzzing excitedly. This was your time to show everyone the “old” you.

As you cruised through the streets of Seoul, the excitement in your chest was palpable. The city lights, the neon signs flashing by, the hum of your Mustang’s engine—everything felt busy. The streets were crowded with cars, each one heading toward the race location, and you could feel the buzz of anticipation building with every turn you made. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

This wasn’t just another street race—it was the race in Seoul, where some of the best drivers gathered, and you were about to make your debut.

You reached the location in the middle of the city, an intersection where the hum of engines roared in the night, and the air was thick with the sound of revving engines.

This was on another level. The streets were lined with cars—muscle, imports, classics—all ready for the challenge. Crowds of spectators lined the sidewalks, many with their phones out, recording the race or chatting with friends about who they thought would win.

Ryujin, Sohyun, and the rest of Cheuksin were already there, and they couldn’t help but gawk when you pulled in. The black paint and muscle-car design was a contrast to the newer, sleeker cars around it, but it stood out in a way that made heads turn.

Sohyun’s eyes lit up as she walked over to your car. “You have a Fastback?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement. “It’s… it’s my dream car. Before I got my dad’s car, I used to have posters of this thing everywhere.” Her hands brushed against the hood.

Ryujin stepped forward with a grin. “I gotta say, I didn’t expect you to show up with such a beast. Are you racing tonight?” she asked, her voice teasing but with an edge of respect.

You gave a quick nod, excitement building in your chest. “Yeah, I’m racing tonight. I didn’t come all the way out here just to watch.”

The group watched you intently as if waiting for you to prove yourself. And then Jake, stepped up, an eager grin on his face. “Hey, you racing tonight? We wanna see the ‘famous’ Y/n in action.”

You found his friendly smile endearing and his words fairly genuine, so you were ready. “I’m game,” you said, the thrill of the night flooding your veins.

Everyone gathered around, watching as Ryujin became the flag girl for the race. She stood at the starting line, holding a signal flag with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Alright, you know the rules,” she called out to everyone. “Keep it clean—aggression is allowed, but no dirty tactics. We race fair in Seoul.” She grinned at you. “And most importantly, have fun.”

You gave a confident nod, tightening your grip on the steering wheel. The drone hovered overhead, its camera poised to capture every moment. The countdown began, and the crowd grew hushed, all eyes on the street in front of you.

With a roar, the flag dropped, and you slammed your foot on the gas.

The Mustang surged forward, its engine roaring to life as you pushed it into the streets of Seoul. The roar of the engine, the shifting of gears, the screech of tires—it all blurred together as you tore down the road. The night air whipped past you, but the focus was on the road ahead. The sharp turns of the city tested your skill, but you barely slowed down. You shifted, braked, and powered through every curve, your car hugging the asphalt with precision.

You were so far ahead of the pack that it felt like you were in a different race altogether. As you drifted through a tight corner, the car sliding sideways and gripping the road as if it were an extension of you, you knew the others were starting to realize something—you were no amateur.

The drone followed closely, capturing every drift, every move, as you expertly navigated the tight streets. Pedestrian cars honked as you narrowly avoided them, but your eyes never left the road. The cityscape blurred as you shot through alleyways and highways, your Mustang handling every turn with an almost unnatural precision.

It was a battle of skill and speed, and you could feel your heart racing along with the engine. But as you neared the finish line, you knew you had this. The familiar area near Cheuksin came into view, and you gunned the engine one last time.

You crossed the finish line in a blur, the crowd erupting into cheers. As you slowed down, you could hear the sounds of approval—whistles, cheers, the buzz of phones as people recorded the moment.

Ryujin and Sohyun were already looking at their phones, and as soon as they saw you pull in, their eyes widened. They instantly knew what they had just witnessed. They both exchanged a glance, knowing they were far more impressed than they had been just moments before.

Ryujin’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before she gave a satisfied grin. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You definitely brought it.”

Sohyun nodded, her expression soft but filled with admiration. “I’ve never seen anyone handle a car like that. You’re something else, Y/n.”

As the adrenaline settled in your veins, you leaned back in the seat of your car, a satisfied smile on your lips. Tonight, you had shown them what you were capable of—and it was only the beginning.

You smiled, feeling the rush of the race still pumping through your veins. “Thanks for inviting me. I couldn’t have asked for a better competition.”

Ryujin chuckled, glancing at Sohyun, then back to you. “Well, you definitely made him work for it. But I gotta admit… you’ve got me hooked. Can’t wait to see what else you’ve got.”

Sohyun nodded, her lips pulling into a soft smile. “Yeah, same here. It’s clear you know exactly what you’re doing.”

As the two stood before you, it seemed as their energies shifted, and you could feel it. It wasn’t the usual camaraderie, the easy banter they had earlier. There was now tension between them—something unspoken that made the silence around them almost too loud. You couldn’t quite place it, but you knew both of them were holding back in a way they hadn’t before.

Ryujin leaned casually against the side of your car, glancing at Sohyun with a faint smirk. “So, what now? Are we done for the night?”

Sohyun didn’t answer immediately, her gaze flicking briefly to Ryujin, then back to you. “I think… I think we’re just getting started.” Her voice was almost too soft, but there was a weight behind her words that caught you off guard.

For a split second, the world seemed to slow down. It was clear. Both of them were feeling something more than admiration. Something that wasn’t supposed to happen—not between the two of them, especially not in this moment.

Ryujin’s eyes flickered, her usual teasing tone replaced with something more guarded. “We’ll see about that,” she muttered, though the edge in her voice made it sound more like a challenge than anything else.

Sohyun stood a little straighter, but there was a softness to her expression, a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. “We’ll see,” she echoed, her eyes lingering on you for a fraction longer than was comfortable.

The silence hung between the three of you for a moment, tension threading through the air, neither of them willing to break it first. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond, but before you could say anything, a shout from the crowd broke the moment, pulling everyone’s attention away.

As the noise swelled around you, both Sohyun and Ryujin looked away at the same time, their faces neutral but with something deeper lingering beneath the surface. You could feel the shift in the air as both women subtly moved apart, the unspoken competition between them growing stronger by the second.

‘What the actual fuck just happened???’ You thought, extremely confused at what just occurred.

You stood there, caught in the middle, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. It was the first time you had ever felt a distance between them. And for the first time, you couldn’t help but wonder how this would all play out.

But for now, you were the one with the upper hand. You’d won the race. Now, you need to think about what to do with these two.

[supes9]

"I'm gonna take that promotion, I guess."

"Well, engineers have their bad days, too..."

🚨 SUMMER OF 51’s (2024) 🚨            ⮑ Day 16:  Change Your Mind

[wrioluvr]

dr ratio x top male reader

this idea came to me in a dream..... dr ratio it seems i've grown quite fond of you. nsfw, gets wholesome at the end

"see, dear, if you insert your cock in me at exactly 67 degrees to the right, we'll both feel the maximum amount of pleasure." dr ratio says confidently as he precisely adjusts your tip at his entrance to his desired position. "are... are you sure?" you can't help but stare incredulously as he treats your cock like it's a mathematical instrument. "don't be silly. i'm always right." lying beneath you, he finally finishes calibrating the angle he wants you to fuck him in. "okay. put it in me now!" he declares triumphantly, clearly proud of his own work. you can't help but shake your head fondly at his antics, his dedication to using his intelligence to "optimise" every situation was rather.... silly sometimes. nevertheless, you push into him slowly, enjoying the sound of him trying the stifle his moan at the feeling of your cock stretching his tight walls. "s-see. i told you so- mmph." his pride meant he'd completely deny this in front of anyone else, the way you'd fucked him like a whore, thrusting in and out of him at "the optimal speed" (according to him), but in private, you were the only one who he wanted to please. increasing your speed of your thrusts without warning, you can't help but smirk at the way he bucks his hips into you, legs shaking and hole clenching even tighter. "you idiot! i told you to follow the speed-" he starts to protest, but he's quickly quietened by your hand over his mouth as you lean forward and whisper lowly to his ear. "you talk too much, baby." he shudders at your words. "need some....stern teaching?" despite the intimacy of the situation, you have to try not to laugh as you repurpose the conversation you had a few days ago to rile him up. hearing you use his own words to tease him, he glares at you, but can't get any words out as his mind is so focused on being pummelled by your cock. it's so pathetic, he thinks to himself. usually his brain is so busy, endlessly pondering, but now he can't think of anything but the way you're fucking him. "shit...i'm gonna cum..." you breathe out as you hold his hips, almost reaching your limit. "do it in me." he says sharply, his attitude coming back in an instant. you have no choice but to oblige, pumping him full as the both of you climax. the two of you collapse onto the bed, a heap of sweaty bodies and unspoken affections. you lie on his chest as he strokes your hair, trying to catch your breath. "well done. plus 10 points." "what the fuck are you saying??" you laugh as you throw the pillow at him. "nothing... just talking to myself." "weirdo."

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"you know, you might be an idiot, but you're my idiot." he suddenly says, looking back as you soap his hair in your shared bath, cleaning up from your intense session earlier. his words carry a level of warmth to them despite their bluntness, a warmth he'd never give to anyone else. "stop calling me an idiot." you pout, leaning forward to smack him on the head playfully. "i'm serious! don't worry your pretty head about anything, i can do more than enough thinking for the both of us." you place your arms around him and hug him from the back in a tight embrace, the warm water surrounding you only adding to the romantic atmopshere. "whatever you say, veritas." ♡

omg i based his personality completely off his leaked voicelines and tried to incorporate some of them here hfgdhgd

[gender-euphowrya]

huge dev update my grandma is gonna see a psychologist

[lostgirlmuseum]

Who the Hell is Daryl?

Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of “Y/N”, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. 

He was finally going to ask you out.

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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. ‘Opposites attract’ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.

The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.

The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasn’t anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you approached him. 

“Buck, I’m out of water, can I take a sip of yours?”

He nodded, “Sure, Doll,” and tossed you his bottle. 

You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him. 

“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena. 

His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.

I’m going to marry her someday.

He shocked himself with the thought, he wasn’t sure where it had come from. But he couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didn’t disagree with the thought.

Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck. 

After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings. 

You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.

He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.

“Oh, Bucky,” you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.

“What’s up?”

“Could you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.”

“You got it, Doll.”

“You’re the best! I’m almost done, I’ll be out in like two minutes,” you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.

Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.

But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He would’ve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.

Who the hell is “Daryl,” and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?

Bucky couldn’t help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.

Daryl ❤️ I’m back in town, lemme know when you’re around 

You About to leave for a quick mission, but I’ll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernie’s cafe?

Daryl ❤️ Lets do it. And I miss you too, can’t wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful

You Love you too, and Im always careful 😘

Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And you’d told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?

Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set. 

So you were meeting this “Daryl” tomorrow morning?

Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.

Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasn’t ready to face you.

You’d never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust him? Maybe you weren’t as close friends as he’d thought.

“Which movie did you want to watch tonight?” You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.

“Um, I’m actually really tired, suddenly. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.

“Oh, okay,” you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.”

With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.

Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didn’t like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? He’s—well, he’s Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something he’d never felt for you before.

He didn’t get much sleep that night.

Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didn’t know.

Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall. 

And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees. 

Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Good morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?” 

“Yes.” He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. “Where are you headed?”

“To meet a friend,” you nodded smoothly. 

Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.

“Which friend?”

“Penny.”

So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.

He didn’t move from his bed.

“Bucky?” Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.

He couldn’t get himself to respond. 

The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.

“Hey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.”

“Fine.” He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.

A pause. 

“Jamie, what’s wrong?” You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?” You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.

“I don’t want you to call me ‘Jamie’ anymore.”

“Okay…”

He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, “please talk to me.”

He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesn’t love him.

“Where were you?” He asked.

You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this. 

“I was at Bernie’s with Penny.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneered.

Your eyes widened at his bite.

“I’m not lying? Bucky, what is going on?”

“What’s going on is that you’ve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“A boyfriend?” You blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,”

“Why won’t you be honest with me?” He yelled, and you scooted back.

“I am!”

“Then who is Daryl?”

“What?”

“I saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.” Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.

“Bucky,” you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.

“What?” He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.

“Call the number.” You simply said.

“What?” He repeated.

“Take my phone, and call the number.”

Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon. 

“Go ahead,” you urged.

He pressed the button. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ri—

“Hey!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. “What’s up hon?”

“Hello?” Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.

“Uh, hi? Is that Bucky?”

“P—Penny?” He sputtered.

“Hey Bucky! What’s up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.”

“Hey Pen,” you interjected, “Everything’s fine, I’ll call you back in a bit, kay’?”

“Sure thing, bye, love ya,” Penny added, and hung up.

Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.

“I don’t understand.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as “Daryl” because it’s my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they don’t see each other often, but when they do it’s like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny “my Daryl” because I know that even if we don’t talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.”

Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry I called you a liar.” He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.

“Jamie—can I call you Jamie now?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Jamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?” You asked, wide eyes looking into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to—” he licked his lips, “well, I was…”

“You can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?” You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.

He gulped.

“I was going to ask you to be with me.”

You tilted your head, not quite understanding.

“Like, I was gonna ask if you’d let me be your boyfriend.” He mumbled. “So when I saw that you were texting and saying ‘I love you’ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.”

“James,” you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. “You silly, jealous man.” You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. “You want to be my boyfriend?"

"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.

"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.

He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.

“I'm so happy,” he whispered between kisses.

Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.

A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!

Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh

Here's my Masterlist if you'd like to read more!

[clawsmiic]

"I had to talk to you."

Repost from other account

2.4k words

CW: Heavy flirtation, canon divergence (S4 end events didn't happen), College Student!Steve, Steve has shit eyesight

October 13th, 1989

Steve sighs, leaning back on the drivers side of his 1983 BMW. Burgundy paint starting to chip on the hood, the car becoming less appealing day by day. Girls passing by not even looking in his direction anymore. He was old news in Hawkins after people found out he had finally started at a college half an hour away in Fort Wayne. Just starting his life like everyone else did 4 years ago just wasn't appealing to most girls.

At least not Hawkins girls.

But at this point he didn't care. He was proud of himself for pulling his life together after all the bullshit he had been put through. With saving an entire town too many god damn times. Cutting his dad off when his parents divorced. Moving out to get a rented house with his best friend Robin. Just what he learned he needed over time.

Getting into a good school by himself with no help was just a cherry on top of the fuck you sundae he graciously served his past problems.

He was satisfied with what he had right now.

Dustin walks out of the new game shop in the newest strip mall to grace Hawkins. Steve looks up, pushing his Ray-Ban sunglasses onto his head.

"You made it out before, Robin. I'm surprised." Dustin glanced at the instrument shop a few doors down, then back to Steve. "You get what Eddie needed?"

"Mostly yeah. She's still getting her trumpet fixed?" Steve shrugs at Dustin's question and slides his sunglasses down in place again.

"She probably got distracted looking at something shiny and new. You know Robins crow brain sometimes." Dustin laughs, looking into his bag, shuffling a few things around inside.

Steve looked over at the liquor store at the end of the strip mall. Looking back at Dustin, he taps the top of the car. His head snapped up, eyes a bit surprised at the sudden noise.

"You want anything?" Steve asks, tilting his head back towards the store.

"Coke? If they got it." Dustin simply replied before getting in the back seat. Steve nods and walks to the liquor store.

The bell chimes over his head as he walks through the door. He takes in the warmth of the store and the radio playing over the speakers on the ceiling. Such a nice contrast to the crisp Autumn air outside.

He turns heading down an isle of assorted liquor bottles and bar accessories before finally stopping at the fridge. Humming along to the song over the radio, mumbling the lyrics to 'I wanna know what love is' absentmindedly.

Sliding his glasses down his nose, he squints at the selection. All the labels are blurry the farther he is, he steps forward rubbing his eyes and sure doesn't help with the florescent lighting blinding him from above.

God I need to get my eyes checked.

Opening the fridge, he grabs the 3 soft drinks and a 6-pack for later when he hears a metal scrapping and whoosh next to him. Followed by a muffled but panicked "Shit!"

Looking over, he sees the back of a squatting woman struggling with a metal shelf slipping out of one of the fridges.

Walking over, he quickly puts his things down and pushes the shelf back in. The metal shelf, cold against his warm skin as he reaches into the fridge, fixing the fasteners back into place.

An issue he's all too familiar with working at Family Video. The fridge racks always got loose and every time it happened he was always made to clean them up. He could only imagine the mess a bunch of glasses and beer would have made.

"Thank you so much!" The woman speaks as Steve stands up, slowly closing the door. Looking back, he finally sees your face. His lips slightly part as you continue talking, he can't hear a word you're saying right now.

All he can hear is the very oddly convenient Foreigner song playing over the store radio as he takes in every detail of your gorgeous face. From your shiny hair to your bright smile. The vibrant colored nail polish on your fingers you're waving as you talk. You're unfamiliar, he's never seen you before, but you're an absolute stunner of a woman.

Steve never thought of himself as a love at first sight kind of guy. But right now he was undoubtedly being proven wrong by the spark he was feeling, not to mention the nervous knot in his stomach.

"But really you're a life saver... Thank you." You stop talking, looking at him. Your face falls as he perks up, realizing he's just been staring like a complete idiot this entire time.

"You're welcome!" He spoke, choking almost over how inappropriately loud he was for a second. Feeling the effect of not talking to women for a while really hit him. You look down at his soon-to-be purchases.

"Full Sail Amber. Good beer." You comment, making him look at the floor and nod.

Crouching down, he grabs his things and stands cracking his head on one of the fridge door handles. His sunglasses fell off his face and onto the floor. He stands up wedging his soft drink between his side and arm. Rubbing his head with a hiss.

"You okay?" You ask with a slight chuckle. Bending down, you grab the sunglasses, Steve moves his hand, grabbing the bottom of the door handle to shield your head from injury.

"Yeah, thanks." Before he gets to put his hand out to take his Ray-Bans back, you slide them on his head with a soft smile.

God she's so fucking pretty.

"You're welcome. And thanks again for... Saving me from paying for a full shelf of beer." She turned down the isle to another part of the store.

Part of Steve wants to follow you and try chatting you up, but the slight embarrassment of hurting his head just keeps him from doing so.

He turns, goes to the front of the store and makes his purchases. Heading outside, he walks to his car, finally seeing Robin in her usual spot, the passenger seat. Opening the driver's door, he slips in.

"There you are!" Robin looked at him, her trumpet case in-between her legs on the floor of the car.

"What's with the face?" Dustin asks, Steve looking at him in the rearview, glaring.

"Shut up Henderson." He hands them their sodas, moving to close his car door when he hears the bell from the liquor store chime.

Out you walk, starting across the parking lot to a top-down red 86' Volkswagen Cabriolet. Steve freezes, staring again. He really can't help but stare.

"Oooh." Robin and Dustin both taunt him, making him sigh. He needs more friends, fewer annoying friends.

"She's pretty." Robin says looking at Dustin.

"Too pretty to talk to, apparently." Dustin adds, laughing as he looks back at Steve.

"I talked to her in the store." Dustin raised his eyebrows, pushing his baseball cap up a bit.

"You asked her out?"

"No." Steve watches you load your bag into the back seat and start pulling the top up on your car.

"Not too late!" Robin smiled, taking a sip of her drink. Dustin looked at her.

"He's not gonna do it."

"No, he's gonna do it."

Steve feels like he has a devil and an angel bickering on his shoulders right now. His foot meets the new asphalt of the parking lot as you open your driver's door.

He's quickly out of the driver's seat.

"Holy shit he's doing it." Dustin comments as he shuts the door on them.

He stops at the bumper of his car, hearing your car engine click over. Music pours out of your open windows before you turn it down quickly.

The universe is screaming at him to talk to you when he starts hearing that familiar Tears for Fears song, 'Head Over Heels'.

Please don't pull away, please don't pull away.

He nearly sprints across the parking lot out of fear of missing his chance. Upon reaching the car, he knocks on the back window, pulling you from looking for something in the console.

"Hi..." He says awkwardly, approaching the window. Leaning on the door, he smiles as you smile back.

"Hi. You need something?" He gets so agitated that you smirk up at him.

'Why'd you have to be so God damn pretty?'

"Sorry if this is weird, but I had to talk to you." He started, finally being able to say something. Your eyes go half shut with a soft nod.

"Talk to me?" He nods, clenching the door frame for a second. "Go ahead then. Talk."

His eyes go wide in surprise at your sudden confidence. Steve stammered for a second.

"Uh... At the risk of sounding crazy or desperate... You're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." You can feel your body warm up as he gives the most genuine smile you've seen on a man in a while.

"Mmhm, go on."

"Are you by chance single? Or like... Are you even attracted to men at all?" He asks, sheepishly smiling.

"Yes, and yes." Your smirk slowly turns into a grin as he squats to eye level now, feeling a bit more confident after your answer.

"I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington." He smiles again hearing you reply with your name. "Are you new to Hawkins?"

"I am actually. I just moved here from the city and needed to stay nearby for school."

"Where are you going?"

"Trine University." His eyes go wide, the same school he goes to. What are the odds?

"Really? I actually go there too. Education major." You look him up and down. You never pegged him for the teacher type.

"Software Engineering major."

"So you're smart and gorgeous. Good to know." He smirks, finally feeling like himself when talking as your flush finally becomes noticeable. "You like movies?"

"What kind of psychopath doesn't like movies?" He laughs at your response, leaning in closer to the window.

"Lemme be more specific. The new Halloween 5 movie came out today. You interested in seeing it? Maybe with me tonight at the drive-in theater in Lafayette. We can have dinner after. All my treat, of course." He can see the sparkle in your eyes, that spark he felt looking at you before is still lingering around him.

"What's in it for me?" You playfully ask. He cocks his head to the side, leaning it on his arm for a second.

"A fun night out with a gentleman, I promise I'm fun." You chuckle, rolling your eyes, he knows you want to say yes. "Please?"

He'd never said please before when asking a girl out. It didn't feel embarrassing like he thought it would. You turn your attention back to the console looking for something.

Pulling out a napkin and pen, you quickly write down your number and address. Turning back, you hold it out to him as he takes it.

"I'm free at 8. And dress nicely. You're taking me somewhere decent after the movie."

"I'll take you to the most expensive restaurant I can find if that's what you want. I don't care. As long as I get to see you again." You laugh at his bluntness, it's like music to his ears.

"That won't be necessary. I don't need to be spoiled."

"What if I want to spoil you?" That caught you off guard as you didn't respond right away. He let a soft breath escape his mouth. "You like roses?"

"White roses." You reply, he nods, standing up again and folding the napkin, storing it in his back jean pocket for safe keeping.

"I'll be sure to remember that." You two just stare at each other in silence for a minute. No man's ever looked at you like Steve has right now, it makes your heart race from nervousness.

"I'll see you at 8 o'clock then." You look past him for a moment and back to him. "Tell your friends I said hello since they like to stare so much."

Raising an eyebrow, Steve turned his head. He sees Robin poking her head over the roof of the car and Dustin sitting on the rolled down window frame. They quickly hurry back into the car, noticing they've been caught. He should be embarrassed, but he fully expects their behavior from being friends for so long.

"Ignore them." Steve says, sighing as he looks back at you. "I'll see you at 8."

He turned away towards his car, trying to stay as confident as he was before turning his back. Reaching his car, he pops the door open, clutching it for dear life as he silently collects himself. Robin poked her head across the driver's seat to look up at him.

"You good dude?" She asks, concerned but also excited as he just nods.

You pull out of your parking spot, stopping behind his car and honk once to get his attention. Dustin pops his head out the back window as Robin looks out her open door. Steves head snaps up at you as you lean on your window frame, chin on fist with the most shit eating grin on your face.

"See you at 8 sexy~" You called to him. And then you have the balls to blow him a kiss before peeling out of the parking lot.

Steve silently gets in the car. Robin shuts her door as Steve does his. Dustin sits forward looking at Steve, who's just gripping his steering wheel, the adrenaline starting to wear off.

"Dude, she's so into you, into you!" Dustin breaks the silence as Robin nods.

"And I'd say it's the same for Harrington here." Robin grins as a massive smile spreads across Steve's face.

He starts excitedly thrashing frontwards and backwards. Enough to shake the car and look like he's about to rip the steering wheel from it's column. He lets out an excited yell, causing his two friends to laugh at him.

He let out a long breath, looking at them.

"She says hi by the way."

[jezabelle9299]

Coffee Break S.R x FEM! reader

Overture- Emily has been getting you coffee in the morning, and while you really appreciate it, you haven't actually been drinking them

CWs-None really, mild insecurity. (Also reader doesn't like coffee and is very non-confrontational.

A/N-Day 13, and posted on time? I'm a little proud of myself.

It really was so sweet. On your first day Emily was the first person to talk to you, and starting on your second day, she’d bring you a coffee most mornings. The first time, you’d thanked her and then let the coffee go to waste, pretending to drink it every few minutes, but otherwise just feeling guilty about not liking it. The second day however, it seemed like this might be a regular thing, so you looked to your new deskmate Spencer. 

“Hey Spencer, can you keep a secret?” 

“Sure, what’s going on?” He was already intrigued, so he leaned over his desk to get closer to you.

“So Emily got me this coffee and it was really sweet of her, and I really don’t want it to go to waste, but I don’t actually like coffee. Do you maybe want it?”

“Sure, thank you. But you can just tell her you don’t like coffee, she’ll get you something else.” He took the mug from you, with only slight hesitation. 

“No way, it was really nice, and I really don’t want to tell her.”

“Alright, well thank you. But she really wouldn’t be mad.”

****************

That was two weeks ago. When you would bring Emily coffee, you got hot tea and didn’t say anything, and when she brought you coffee, you’d pour it in Spencer’s mug and keep the cup as a prop. It was too late to say anything now. So maybe you’d just pretend to like coffee forever. 

“So are you ever going to tell her you don’t actually like coffee?” Spencer moved his chair around the side of his desk to sit closer to you, also helping to cover up you pouring your coffee into his mug. 

“Probably not.” 

“You can’t fool them forever. They’re all here for behavioral analysis, and they will notice eventually.”

“But they haven’t noticed yet. I once let my boss call me the wrong name for two years, and I wasn’t even the one who corrected him. I could do this forever.” After finally finishing with the coffee, you handed it back to him. But he was in no hurry to move away from you. 

“Please tell me we have not been calling you the wrong name.” He looked confused and surprisingly upset at that prospect.

“No! No– I promise I’m only lying about the coffee thing.”

“And remind me again why you would do that.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t want to seem mean, and I don’t want her to think she’s been buying me coffee just for it to go to waste or something, but I don’t want to drag you into it.”

“I don’t think I could see a world in which anyone thinks you’re mean, especially since you’re willing to lie about liking something just for someone else’s benefit.” 

“Thank you, but–could you please just keep it a secret?”

“Of course, and I would like to say that you’re putting an impressive amount of effort into this.”

“Thank you. And I appreciate you drinking the coffee for me, I really would hate to waste it.” 

“I’ll always take an extra coffee in the morning.” 

“Well aren’t you two sweet having your coffee together in the morning. Send me an invite to the wedding, yeah?” Derek teased as he walked by, making his way toward Penelope’s office. Neither of you could think of anything to say, not for lack of trying.

But once he left, you and Spencer finally got your brains working again, left to revel in the embarrassment of your coworker teasing you like that. 

“Don’t worry, I plan on thoroughly destroying him later.” He said it fully serious, and you couldn’t help but laugh just a little bit. You couldn’t imagine Spencer really destroying anyone, he was too sweet. 

“I’m looking forward to it.”

[heeseung-min]

[22:00]

Yang Jungwon has been always jealous of his brother. Being first in everything, getting everyone appreciate him, even his parents favor his brother more than him.

"Jungwon, come here. Your brother brought someone. Introduce yourself."

His mother said delightfully. Looks like she is so proud of the person his brother came with. Jungwon rolled his eyes and walked closer to them and finally sees the person his mom was talking about.

Jungwon couldn't explain how he feels at that time. He went speechless when he sees you shyly standing beside his brother while looked at him. His brother immediately introduced your name although that made Jungwon annoyed a little bit because he wants to hear your voice not his brother.

"It's rare for you to bring a girl to our house."

"Well because she is not just a girl. She is my girlfriend."

His mom screamed happily at his brother's remark but Jungwon didn't feel the same. He left the conversation and went straight to the table to dine the food his mom prepared. The dinner went good with his mom asked few questions on you such like when you started dating, about your family, your work and more. The conversation mostly focused on you and his brother. Jungwon wanted to leave the table since he felt his presence is not needed until he heard your voice calling at him.

"What do you do now, Jungwon? Your brother told me you just finished your college weeks ago."

"Um, well I don't have specific job right now. I just do part time when I'm free and at the same time I started planting some of fruit trees at our grandma's garden."

"That's awesome. Is the small garden at the front yard is yours?"

"Yes. I planted some flowers ---"

Jungwon's mother cut him off before he can even finish his sentence. His mom keep asking questions and questions leading to keep your attention focused on her. His brother also didn't care about Jungwon and keep talking between them only. Jungwon huffed slightly and went to wash his dishes before entered his room.

His face flushed when he remembered how focused you were listening to what he said. Usually, his mother or brother didn't pay attention on what he does as long as it's not embarassing their image, it's fine. He felt warm when you genuinely praising him. He loves it.

And maybe he wants it more.

"Do you like the flowers?"

Y/n looked at her behind and found Jungwon slowly walked and crouched beside her and stare at the flowers she was looking at.

"Yeah, the daisy looked so beautiful when I see it in front of my eyes. I didn't expect a man to plant flowers."

"Why? I think planting is really fun."

"Most of men thinking it was too difficult and planting flowers usually done by women. Even your brother thought like that."

Jungwon chuckled when he heard that sentence. Of course, his brother doesn't deserve to have you. Useless prick. He didn't know how to take care of woman properly.

Jungwon and Y/n started to get closer. But Y/n treat him literally like a younger brother and Jungwon is dying to get out of that zone and want more than that. That day, his brother went out to work while his mother was out to visit her friends and Jungwon was pretty sure it will take a long time so he wanted to use the time wisely to spend it with you.

He went out of the room and saw you were sitting in front of the piano on the living room. Seems like you wanted to try to play but didn't know how to so the notes that coming out sounds funny. He walked closer until he is behind you. While you still didn't realized someone has been standing on your behind, Jungwon took the chance to slide his hands on yours and hold it gently. Hearing you gasped and felt your hands shaking a little bit made him smile.

"Jung- Jungwon? What- what are you doing?" You stuttered through your speech. Jungwon didn't say anything but he started to move both of your hands on the piano.

"I'm teaching you." Just a short sentence from him and your tense body slowly relaxing. Little by little, you started to enjoy it and both of you lost in the time playing the piano with each other. Jungwon even taught you some simple songs that you can play on the piano.

"Thank you so much, Jungwon. It feels really nice."

"I'm always here for you, noona."

There are another week left until your marriage with Jungwon's brother. Everything has been prepared but you are still nervous about the ceremony.

"I hope everything will be fine."

"I'm sure it will. We did good so far."

Jungwon's brother reassured you. He knew you are the type to easily get nervous so he did his best to not make it too stressful for you.

"Hyung, can you take mom from her friend's house? She asked for it." Jungwon suddenly said made both of Y/n and his brother looked at him. His brother just nodded and stand up to take his coat before went out of the house.

"Be careful, okay?"

"Will do, baby."

Oh,

Jungwon certainly sure it will not.

Three hours have passed yet your boyfriend and his mother is still not back. Jungwon did told that her mother's friend house is not too far and they should be back in 30 minutes. At first, you tried to stay positive thinking that they may go to somewhere else before going home. However, when your text messages and calls didn't get answer you became paranoid.

"Jungwon, do you think we should go find them?"

"Let me try to call mom's friend first."

Before any of both of you can do anything, Jungwon's phone ringing. He picked up the call and you can read from his reaction, it seems something bad happened.

"Noona....they were in a hospital."

_______

_______

Jungwon's happiest moment in his life was the day he got to married with you. He still can't believe when you said yes to his proposal after few times you've been refusing. The second happiest moment when he decided to sabotage his brother's car that night.

When the doctor announced that his brother and mother did not survive from the car crash, he nearly jumped out of excitement. He had to control himself since you were beside him sobbing uncontrollably. He played his role as a hero so well that you never figure out he was the killer.

"I love you so much, Y/n."

"Love you too, Jungwon."

OH MY GOD YALL🤡🤡🤌HOW LONG I TOOK THIS TO FINISH GOSH SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEAR FOR TOO LONG😞😞i hope yall still didn't forget me

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[widowmaxff]

if you wanted to, could you please write an angsty oneshot of moms!wandanat and reader where they get into a a bad argument which results in reader running away to yelena’s? ending could be happy or sad- up to you overall!

proud

pairings: parents!wandanat × daughter!reader | yelena × fem!reader (all platonic)

warnings: angst, argument, crying, insecure reader (?), happy ending!, steve × reader (platonic) at some time of the one shot, bad writing

a/n: i finished this crying because a cockroach attacked me, so thats why the ending was kind of bad writing sorry :P anddd tysm for your request <333 i loved writing this

You were never sure when it started, but it was probably a long time ago. When you learned that having parents who fought the super villains in the world wasn't normal, you realized that your life wouldn't be normal either. But even though you liked seeing your mother training with her red powers or running and being able to do whatever you wanted through the great corridors of the Compound, you still missed having a 'normal' life.

Being able to go out on the street without worrying about some evil man who hates one of your mothers kidnapping you or even being able to make friends at school without them being people who just wanted to meet your uncles, were things you wanted so much to experience. But that wasn't the only thing that made you feel bad in your daily life, having mothers who were superheroes also made you barely see them in weeks.

Even though most people your age didn't want anything to do with their parents anymore, you still missed the comforting and long hugs, the nights you had a marathon of your favorite movies and even when you still had dinner together as a family. But now, either they were too busy with work, like missions and paperwork, or they just didn't want to deal with a teenager.

And even then you tried to get their attention in some way. "Mom?" You knock softly on Natasha's office door, hearing a quiet response for you to enter. "Can you help me study for my test of the next week? I really don't understand this." You chuckle seeing your mother's eyes continue on the papers on her desk.

"Can't you look up the answer on the Internet or something? I'm really busy here, Y/n/n." You knew that Natasha would dismiss you somehow, but deep down you still hoped that she would look at you.

"Yes, but- I wanted to understand how to solve it and not just research it." You whisper, watching your mother write something down in the corner of the paper.

"Wanda can help you." She says, her eyes unable to take the words from her face for even a minute.

"Okay- um, thanks anyway, Mom." You only hear a mumble under her breath, making you wonder if there was something wrong with you. You close the office door with a little less hope this time. Your other mother was always a step ahead than Natasha in terms of emotional comfort, so maybe she would help you in your task by remembering your daily difficulties with that kind of thing. "Mama?"

"Yes?" Your mother murmurs, you barely listening. Wanda was sitting on the sofa at the Compound while devouring herself with a book in her hands.

"Can you help me study for my test of the next week, please?" You sit next to her while Wanda flips through another white page of the big book.

"Now?"

"Yeah. If it's possible."

"Can I help you...tomorrow?" Wanda finally looks at you from above her book. "Today is my only day off from the week's missions and paperwork and I'm really tired right now, my love." Your eyes fall to your hands in your lap, it was obvious that deep down you knew she was going to promise you something and maybe she would deliver. But by the time the next day passed, and then the next, and then the next... and Wanda didn't talk to you about it, you knew she wasn't going to help you.

And when you felt your head hurt just looking at that big red note in the corner of your test, you knew your mothers' wouldn't react so well to it. Maybe before they started spending time apart from you, they wouldn't get mad or anything like that because of your grade, but now you were sure that wasn't what would happen.

Stirring your fork on the plate still full of food, you go over the things you would say to your mothers' about your school grade. You travel between words and don't even notice when someone enters your field of vision. "Is everything okay, Kid?" It was your Uncle Steve. He sits in front of you watching you think about what to say to him.

"Yeah, it's just...school stuff."

"Is someone picking on you?" You knew that Steve almost saw you as a daughter, and you also knew that he was aware of how your mothers would rather be busy than deal with a teenage girl going through puberty, and that maybe now is the time when you needs them the most.

"Not like before, but that's not it." You leave your fork on your plate before sighing deeply. "I just got my test and I didn't get a very good grade," Murmuring you hold back the tears that sting your eyes. "now I don't know how I'm going to tell my mothers this."

Steve sighs. "I'm sure they won't fight with you, Y/n/n. Your mothers' will understand what happened and a grade doesn't define who you are, okay?" Your uncle didn't have much certainty in his voice but you tried to believe him anyway. You nod and put a small smile on your face, as a gesture of thanks.

Steve ruffles your hair, getting up from the chair when he hears the loud and unmistakable footsteps of your mothers' approaching you. He sends you a smile to try to reassure you that everything will work out, and with each step closer to you, your heart starts to accelerate. Your mothers' had a neutral expression, even if Natasha seemed angrier. "Aren't you going to eat?" Wanda asks, walking past you and heading towards one of the closets.

Completely ignoring the question, you take a deep breath and swallow hard. "I received the grade for that test in which I asked you to help me study." You mutter as you saw your mothers still facing away from you. "I got a D." Your voice was low, but even so, the two stopped what they were doing and looked into the depths of your soul.

"You got what?" Natasha seemed to finally understand that you were there. Her arms crossed as she walked towards you.

"I-I asked for help and-"

"Now you're trying to get out of this by blaming us for not helping you?" Wanda cuts you off making your eyes focus on her.

"I'm just saying- I tried, okay?!" It could be said that you got anger issues from your mom genes, or that you were just overwhelmed and your patience was running out. And when your tone of voice increased, you knew Natasha's anger would increase as well.

"Hey, don't talk to your mother like that!" Natasha slams her fist on the table in front of you, making you almost jump out of your seat.

"Well, you shouldn't be talking to me like that either." You didn't know where so much courage came from to fight back against your mother, but when you realized it, the damage had already begun.

"I'm your fucking mother, I talk to you however I want!" Natasha had never made you feel as scared as you did now, but it seemed like now that the words started to come out, they wouldn't stop.

"Ah, you haven't even been acting like a mother these past few months. Hypocrisy, huh?" When you finished speaking, you saw Wanda's eyes want to turn red like her hair. She approached the two of you quickly with the angriest expression you had ever seen.

"What's your problem, Y/n?!"

"My problem?" You get up from the chair and cross your arms, anyone who saw you in that position would notice the similarities in anger between you and Natasha. "You tell me! I'm not the person who would rather spend time anywhere else than with her own daughter. I'm not the one who forgets that she still has a daughter to raise!"

You screamed so loud that you were sure the entire Compound could hear that argument and that they could probably feel the tension in that environment from afar. If you were in a cartoon, you could see smoke coming out of Natasha's head and definitely Wanda's eyes catching fire. "You're being so selfish right now, Y/n." 

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are! Just because your mother and I work all day to give you a better life, you think that we don't pay attention to you?" You had never seen Wanda like that, screaming and looking like she could kill anyone who came in front of her.

"Ah, yeah. Because last week when you weren't working you preferred to spend the whole day with Peter than with me just because he got a good grade!"

"Yes, because he always made us so proud by passing all the tests he had, unlike you!" Natasha spits the words out of her mouth without even thinking about what she was saying. And when they passed your ears you could feel your heart breaking.

Hearing that your mothers were more proud of a teenager who worked with them than they were of you made you feel like a gunshot was slowly passing through your chest. Natasha and Wanda knew how insecure you felt in your daily life, mainly due to academic validation, and now it seemed like all those days they had to spend helping you feel better about yourself were going down the drain.

Natasha sighs deeply when she sees your eyes widen, holding back tears that would fall at any moment. Wanda didn't seem any different when she heard the same words coming out of her wife's mouth. She never imagined that an argument of that size would ever happen between you, and Wanda could have sworn that she felt her heart stop beating out of disgust at the thought of how bad you must be feeling right now. "Y/n, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay." You murmur, uncrossing your arms. Two tears fall from your eyes and you make sure to wipe them away quickly. Your eyes were anywhere but on your mothers, because you felt so disgusting knowing that they were more proud of Peter than they were of you, that you couldn't even look at them.

Neither Wanda nor Natasha say anything when you turn and start walking out of the kitchen. You seemed to be walking automatically, your eyes blurry and your mind foggy, just going through your mother's words, over and over. But when you realize it, you're already outside the Compound, a few blocks away. You remember only one person who could help you outside of that place, and who wouldn't mind if you showed up suddenly.

And that's how you found yourself in front of Yelena's apartment, your aunt. She had found a place to live close to Natasha's house when she reconnected with her years ago, and especially when she discovered that she had a daughter, you. "Y/n?" Yelena seemed confused to see you there, with your face soaked and red, looking like an abandoned puppy. "Hey, what's wrong?" She didn't take long to have you in her arms.

"M-Mom and Mama h-hate me." You finally managed to murmur after some time sitting on the sofa in the apartment with Yelena stroking your hair and saying affectionate words. 

Anyone who saw her doing this wouldn't believe it. Yelena wasn't the type of person for physical touches and especially sweet words, but when the subject was you, she became another person. "Why do you say that? They love you more than anything, Y/n/n."

"No, they don't."

Yelena had never seen you like this, not when you cried for days when you saw your favorite character dying, not when your mothers had to leave for a long mission. It was strange to see you crying almost as if there was no air in your lungs, your aunt wondered what happened to make it look like you had a bullet in your body and you were begging her to take it out. So, when you fell asleep crying on the couch, Yelena didn't wait a minute to call Natasha and insult her in every way possible. "What the fuck did you do?"

"What?"

"Y/n showed up at my door, I've never seen her crying as much as she does now." Yelena looks at you from the apartment's kitchen, you were curled up on the sofa with a blanket covering your body.

"Are you with her? Wanda and I were looking for her throughout the entire Compound." Natasha seemed to be relieved on the other end of the call, but even so her voice still sounded apprehensive about what had happened. "We're going to your apartment, I'll answer your question when we get there."

"You better!"

[...]

"She's sleeping on the couch." Yelena says when she sees Wanda and Natasha's eyes follow behind her, trying to find you. Yelena noticed Wanda's red eyes, not as if she wanted to cast circles of magic through her hands, but as if she had cried before arriving at the apartment. Your aunt knew that Wanda was sensitive, especially when it came to the topic of you and that you probably inherited that from her too, but for you two to cry so much like that, something really happened. 

"Tell me what happened before you look at my niece again." Yelena has always been very protective of you, for example the time two girls made you the target of jokes in your school, and your aunt didn't wait a second to go to each of their houses and have a word with them. 

"I better show you." Wanda says getting closer to Yelena, moving her fingers that came out red magic towards her mind - Steve messing up your hair, Wanda opening cabinets, red grade, Natasha screaming, you screaming, not being a mother, Wanda screaming, Peter being mentioned, not proud, disgusting feeling, you crying, you leaving the kitchen.

"Jesus." Yelena sighs deeply, running her hands over her face. "I really don't know how you're going to fix this, but I'll warn you: the hole is deeper than it looks."

"What- what do you mean by that?"

"Look, I'm sure you didn't want this to turn into a big snowball, but Y/n been feeling neglected for so long that after today it might take a while for things to get back to normal." Yelena says leaning on the front door frame.

"We didn't-"

"Yes, you did this to her. Today wasn't the first time she's shown up at my door in the last few months, but she's worse than the other times." Yelena crosses her arms and closes her eyes trying to calm down. "I had to listen to her talk about how you hardly talk to her on a daily basis, how you forgot to go to her presentation at school and didn't even apologize, how there were days when you forgot to pick her up and she had to walk in the rain to my apartment because it was closer, how she cried because you never had movie nights again because apparently now you have movie nights with Peter." Yelena's voice got louder with each thing she remembered you saying to her, and there were countless things. "I don't want to hear what you have to say, I want you to talk to her, apologize."

Natasha was so embarrassed to hear all those things from Yelena that she preferred to remain silent. Wanda had started to cry again, but it was silently, digesting all those things they did and didn't do to you. She had always dreamed of being a mother and now that she wasn't acting like one made her want to vomit over her own actions.

"Can we see her?" It was a stupid question coming from them, since they were your mothers and have the right to see you whenever they want. But they knew that everything was messy and bad for you because of them, so the least they had to do was respect your space.

Yelena just nods and gives Wanda and Natasha space to enter the apartment, taking light steps towards you. They bend down in front of you and see your swollen eyes and your red face with dried tears. Your mothers could cry just to see you in this state. Wanda starts to caress your face trying to make you wake up calmly, it was something she used to do when she went to your room in the morning every day to wake you up. And when you felt that you quickly knew who it was. "Mama?"

"Shh, yes it's me, my love." Wanda says with a small smile on her face when she hears your voice. You seemed lost for a few seconds but when you looked around the apartment you quickly remembered, throwing off the blanket and quickly sitting down on the couch. "Hey, it's okay."

"What are you two doing here?" You murmur, looking at your mothers' faces, who seemed sorry for everything that happened.

"We... came to talk and apologize, is that okay for you?" Natasha says, you could see in her face that she felt just as guilty as Wanda, because most of those horrible words were said by her. "Yeah, I guess." Wanda sighed in relief at your answer and felt some of the weight leave her body.

"I know that just apologies won't be enough to make you want to be around us for now, but your mother and I are completely sorry, my love. We were so stupid about leaving you aside these last few months, we didn't even realize what we were doing to you and it's really fucked up." The swear word made you laugh briefly, putting a smile on your mothers face. "And maybe you don't want to forgive us and that's definitely okay, but know that we're going to do everything we can to get things back on track, okay?"

Natasha agrees with Wanda's words and takes a deep breath before starting to speak. "We love you very, very much, sweetheart. And you are our greatest pride in our entire lives. I know you may not believe this, but you can be sure that me, your mother, your aunt and all your other uncles feel most proud of you, okay? You're our little star and our little agent." 

A genuine smile appears on your face when you hear the sweet words that came out of your mothers' mouths. "First, you guys are literally the only people I want by my side and that's the only thing I've wanted these last few months. And I'm really grateful that you guys are sorry about that, even though it's probably going to be hard for things to go back to normal." They nod their heads when they hear your words in your low voice. "And I... forgive you. Not completely but until I can feel good again, but I think hearing you say sorry is a start."

"Okay, yes, that's okay." Wanda leaves a kiss on your forehead and strokes your hair affectionately. "We love you so much, dear."

"Love you too." You say, hugging the two women in front of you, finally feeling maternal affection after feeling neglected for so long and wondering what you had done wrong. Even though it took a while to get used to it all again, you were definitely happier than ever just hearing the words that they were proud of you. "Now I finally don't need to come to talk to Auntie Yelena anymore."

"Hey! I heard that!" Yelena shouts from another room in the apartment making the three of you laugh. You loved making fun of her, but even so, you will always be thankful for all the things she did for you. "Wow you're so ungrateful, Mini Romanoff."

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❝MANWICH❞ — k.ys & c.jh

part i || part ii || part iii.

PAIRING. kang yeosang x reader x bf! choi jongho.

GENDER AND WARNINGS. smut. idol verse. dom jongho. switch yeosang. sub reader. masturbation (both recieving). oral (both recieving). handjob. fingering. mxm action (only one part, so you can jump that if you are uncomfortable). cum eating. double penetration. p in v. overstimulation. lmk if i forget anything (i probably did).

SYNOPSIS. in which jongho choses to make one of your dreams come true with the helping hand of yeosang.

WORD COUNT. 7,7k.

NOTES. english is not my first language. this is a collab with @songmingisthighs & @bro-atz, this is the third and final part, also apparently i'm the only one who remembers how tihs crazy collab came to be, but yeah, i gave my best on this, i hope is up to everyone standards and lets be honest, the standards are high after those two amazing parts help. i also didn't think it would turn out like this, but anyways, hope you enjoy it, bye ♡.

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraing how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡

                There were many things Yeosang was proud of, there were many things he could endure. He was a person with a strong conviction, he wasn’t a person to fold easily, or to beg, or to show his soft side. At least not until you came into the picture, at least not until he managed to have you around his arms, to have you wrapped around him in more ways than one. If he was to say the truth, those two weeks he had with you, every single night having you squeeze him in between your legs, hearing you whimper and screaming his name were like a dream.

                A fever dream he was now, trying to recover from.

                Unfortunately, just like Jongho had been stuck in the studio, was now his turn, and for the last month, not only he had to barely see you because Hongjoong would lock him in the studio or Yunho and Wooyoung would lock him in the dance practice room, he also had to come home late at night and hear you and Jongho every damn fucking night.

                He knew it was wrong to crave you the way he did. The offer Jongho had proposed all those weeks ago still felt like a trick. Did Jongho really allow Yeosang to have you in every way?, to satisfy your needs in every way? Yes, yes he did. In all honesty, that day really wasn’t on Yeosang’s mind, at least not until the day you and Jongho returned from that trip he said he’d take you. 

                That was when he started to question everything, if it had even been real. The two weeks he had your legs squeezing his face as he ate you out, the two weeks he was buried inside you whispering sweet nothings as he watched your face contort with pleasure, pleasure he was giving you.

                Everynight he returned home, everytime you and Jongho kept him awake as Yeosang could hear all the moaning and beg that you did for Jongho, just like you had done with him all those weeks prior, his name never leaving your lips, the sweet delicious lips that he often on imagined wrapping around his cock as he could hear the two of you through the walls. Fuck he was a pervert, no, he was a simp. A perverted simp, if that was even a thing.

                As if his situation wasn’t bad already, as his mind kept wandering back to those weeks he had you, it also returned on how you ended up on his dick. By a motherfucking proxy kiss. If that wasn’t horrible, he now not only imagined – vividly – you around his cock, but the way he could hear Jongho command you and toying with you, was also starting to rail him up, the damn kiss playing over and over in his head when all he could hear was Jongho, probably because he was muffing your sounds and, in all honesty, the way Jongho spoke during sex should not have such an effect on him.

                When the two of you were being vocal, Yeosang couldn’t help but curse and imagine him with the two of you, on how you would whimper in between them, or how Jongho could easily manhandle the both of you, as he had done several times to both in different scenarios. He should not be thinking of you like that, he should not be thinking about his friend and member like that, yet, it was all he could think for the past week as he would use his fist, imagining it was you, as his mind would wander around imagining Jongho commanding you and Yeosang around. 

                “Good God, fuck-”

                That was his mistake, making him bite his lip with his other hand against his mouth containing the moans that wanted to leave him as the warm white stripes of cum would go all over his abdomen, it was only then he noticed how quiet the whole house was, a moment of panic flowing through him.

                “Fu-fuuuuuck!”

                When he heard your crying moan and Jongho’s little laugh, he could finally breathe peacefully. Hopefully neither of you would’ve heard him, hopefully he was still in the clear, being able to fuck himself at the thought of the two of you. Fuck, he was completely doomed at that point. Yeosang bit his lips as the sound of your wet pussy echoing through the dorm, along with your little moans and pleading pointless words sank through his body, making his cock getting hard again. 

                Giving him no other choice but to fist his leaking cock one more, using the cum on his body to help him find his release once again, your loud moans being the only focus of his, as he shut his eyes, his fist moving firmly against his length, completely unaware of how a certain figure passed through the room, a small smirk on his lips as he kept his walk towards the kitchen in search of getting you some more water. 

                Today was the first day in a while he had a break from everything, so he ran home just so he could relax. He knew you and Jongho wouldn’t be home, so he would also be able to relax and not have the imagine of any of you making him hard. No, that moment was for him to purely relax at the cozyness of their home. So, Yeosang took a long warm shower, made something for him to eat, making sure to leave some for you and Jongho to share as he knew you’d whine if you noticed he made food and left nothing for you.

                Once he was finally done, he sat down on the couch, his head resting peacefully on the back of the couch, eyes shutting down and sleep finally catching up to him. If he could just sleep it would be incredible, but the world had a different plan, or rather, Jongho, had a different plan.

                Although Yeosang sighed loudly at the pop-up text, he just locked his phone once more, only to be followed by three more notifications in a row. With a low curse spoken, he lit up the phone, the last notification being a simple, ‘open the damn text’ from Jongho, which he quickly did, regretting the same second his eyes were found with your smile, your cute little laugh filling out the dorm and Yeosang caught himself smiling at the screen.

                You two were out together at a park, your shorts leaving your legs bare for his eyes to linger as Jongho made sure to focus a lot on you from afar, and Yeosang couldn’t stop his mind from wandering towards the memories of your smooth skin against his, your legs wrapped around him, legs squishing his face while he ate you out. Then the laugh filled the space, the laugh you would leave whenever he kissed your neck after sex, or when his fingers lightly caressed your heated skin, or when he dropped an unfunny joke, but you laughed as if he had said the most hilarious thing ever. 

                Fuck, he missed you.

                The memories of all those weeks flew back into his mind as his fist worked around his length, teasing himself at the thought of you, you with him, you with Jongho, you. He was down bad and that was bound to become a real issue, but as of now all he wanted was to think of you, on how pretty you sounded when you moaned his name, how your nails dig into his flesh and scalp whenever he was eating you out or burying himself in you. At last, his thoughts went to the first time he had you, on that very same couch weeks ago, on how your pleas were music to his ears, on how perfectly your cunt hugged his cock, how pretty you looked above him impaled on his dick.

                His train of thoughts was cut short as he heard the lock on the door, how long has he been edging himself? In a quick movement, he picked one of the cushions, placing it on his lap as he took his phone swiping randomly at the screen, his cock aching under the cushion as the pressure made him hold a whimper as he heard you and Jongho entering. Both eyes quickly found Yeosang as he forced a smile trying to sound natural, but he noticed Jongho’s stare, most specifically on the cushion Yeosang held firmly against his lap.

                “My raccoon! You are finally home!” The fact that you didn’t notice how uneasy he was, made him give you a genuine smile, but still moved a little away from you, a small wrinkle on his nose as he did so, feeling the fabric of the cushion cause friction against his cock. “Sangie, you okay?”

                “M-me? Ye-yeah, I’m fine, totally fine!”

                He knew by the confusion in your face that you didn’t fall for that, walking closer to him, making him try to stay put, although his cock ached at every step you took closer.

                “You sure? Your face is red, maybe you have a fever or -”

                “Sweetheart he says he’s fine,” Jongho’s voice made you both turn to face him, but you still turned to Yeosang, your hand finding his forehead and neck, before he flinches away from you, not noticing your hurt face at that. “Why don’t you go take a shower, hm? Maybe do what we talked about?”

                “Okay teddy bear,” your voice was weak and Yeosang almost let out a whimper at how obedient you were being, “take care of Sangie, I don’t think he is fine.”

                “Don’t worry sweetheart, just do as I say, yes?” As they both watch you walk away, Jongho’s eyes find Yeosang once again, but his eyes are closed. “C’mon,” his voice was stern as the older one eyed him confused. “Hyung, don’t question, just come, let’s go to your room.”

                As soon as Jongho’s back faced Yeosang, he put his cock back into his trousers, cushion forgotten back on the couch as he tried his best to keep his hard on hidden. Jongho is on the desk as he points to the chair beside him.

                “Jjong, look -”

                “Sit.”

                It was all it took for Yeosang to know it was time for the dreadful talk.

                The talk in which Jongho would lash out on him for telling you he liked you, for fucking you every night for two weeks straight, for fucking you in Jongho’s fucking bed, for -. “Take it out.”

                “What?”

                “Take it out.”

                Jongho said it again, right hand on the desk as his left was inside his front pocket. His eyes and jaw sharp, not leaving Yeosang’s face even for a second, making the older one feel considerably small beside him.

                “Take what out?”

                “I know you are hard as fuck right now hyung,” Yeosang’s eyes shot up and he felt his cock twitches inside his trousers as Jongho lowered himself just a little, “now take it out and start stroking.”

                He shouldn’t be as turned on as he was.

                He shouldn’t be as turned on as he was by thinking about you, his friend’s girlfriend.

                He shouldn’t be as turned on as he was for how Jongho was talking to him.

                “J-Jongho, ple-please I-”

                “Take it out now, hyung.”

                Yeosang’s breath hitched as he looked down at the tent and wet patch on his trousers. Thank fuck you were in the shower, or would you like to see him like this? At yours and Jongho’s mercy? Something deep inside of him told him you would like that. He whined a little at the friction of his sweats against his red angry sensitive leaking cock, moaning as it was finally free, twitching slightly as Yeosang’s eyes found Jongho’s attentive ones already on the red tip, but he was still dead serious, and that was a little unsettling to say the least.

                Jongho leans over, face mere centimeters away from Yeosang who was already panting. A small shock went over Yeosang’s face as Jongho’s hand went to his lips, his tongue wetting the palm before his fingers met with the red tip, smearing the pre cum all over the head before going up and down Yeosang’s length.

                He had to admit, Yeosang had a pretty cock and having him do Jongho’s every bit made the younger one wanna play with the older one a little bit. The image of you and Yeosang coming back to his head, the moan he heard from both your lips that night he found the two of you in his bed coming back to him, on how turned on he was despite being slightly angry at the situation, or was it jealous? He didn’t know anymore, all he knew was that he wanted you both to squirm under him, fuck he wanted to see you both fucking again, but this time, he’d be present to guide you both through it, to see both of your fucked out faces as he buries his cock into both of you.

                Seeing Yeosang whimpering and squirming all thanks to his hands was a sight he never knew he wanted or needed. Whenever he started to shiver, Jongho would slow down the movements of his hands and fingers and watch Yeosang break little by little at that. On the other hand, Yeosang couldn’t do anything but to curse as he felt Jongho’s hand work on his cock, how good he was, how much at his misery the oldest one was, and how much he liked it.

                “Look at me hyung,” he couldn’t, he couldn’t open his eyes, all he wanted was to cum, “I said, look at me,” a harsh squeeze made Yeosang jolt and open his eyes in shock, finding a small smirk on Jongho’s lips although his eyes were dead serious. He gulped knowing that was the moment Jongho would tell him that it was over, that he would never have you, that he -. “You wanna fuck my girlfriend, don’t you?”

                As Yeosang remained silent, Jongho’s hand squeezed his cock once again, the wet sounds already even more present whenever his fingers went up the tip, spreading more of the precum, making Yeosang whimper and bite his lip.

                “Th-that’s not -”

                “Don’t fucking lie to me,” his voice died on his throat at Jongho’s words and torturous movements. “I know you want to, so I’ll let you fuck her again.”

                “Huh? Jjong what are you argh fu-”

                Fuck, why was Jongho so fucking good with his hands?!

                Yeosang’s thighs start to shake as his chest starts to go up and down, as his abdomen contracts even more, Jongho knows he’s at his limit, he’s gonna cum at any second and Jongho can’t help but smile as he sees Yeosang's spent expression. His smile only grows wider as he notices the shower noise being cut out, you were done and now the fun would happen.

                “Sweetheart, are you done?”

                “Yes, teddy bear, where are you?”

                The panic on Yeosang’s features made Jongho move his hands a little faster, but just enough to contain whatever thing the older one was planning on doing.  “Come to Yeosang’s room.”

                Although you were confused as to why Jongho would be in Yeosang’s room, you didn’t question as you tiptoed your way there, only to gasp at the sight in front of you. Yeosang fucked out face, cock out, red, angry and wet, being held by your boyfriend’s hand as he eyed you with a smirk, letting go of Yeosang turning towards you, eyes drinking every single part of your body regardless of the barrier of the towel.

                “Jjong, what -”

                “Perfect,” he says as his wet fingers call you towards where he and Yeosang were. You do as you are told, trying to ignore how wet you already feel yourself becoming, pushing your thighs together at each step which doesn’t go unnoticed by Jongho, whose smirk grows wider. “Lose the towel and get on the bed.”

                Your eyes avert to Yeosang once more, meeting it again before your eyes go to his rock-hard cock, wetting your lips ignoring how mouthwatering it was, how bad you wanted it in your mouth. As you lowered your head watching the towel fall to the ground, you also noticed the tent in Jongho’s pants, your eyes meeting him once more, the smirk present as his hands both went to his pockets, and you knew his hard on was getting uncomfortable. You took slow steps towards the bed, hyper aware of both their eyes on your naked glory as you crawled towards the bed.

                The whimper that left Yeosang and the groan that left Jongho, made you smile at yourself before turning back to them, knees shut together as you sat on your heels, hands crossed in front of your body, waiting for more orders. Jongho’s eyes turn to Yeosang, a simple ‘strip’ is said and the oldest looks between the two of you before finding Jongho nodding and you smiling, not taking long before he gets up the chair, striping down from every piece of fabric against his skin.

                Your breath is caught on your throat at the sight of him, but it doesn’t last long as Jongho also starts to strip, causing you and Yeosang to slightly panic, even if for different reasons. In all truth, you had led on the idea of having a threesome with the two of them, but never to open about it, yet you tried to make the idea blossom in Jongho’s mind. When he told you to get all clean up, you knew it meant that tonight you’d be fucked good, you just didn’t expect for Yeosang to be participating in it, but you weren’t complaining.

                On the other hand, Yeosang felt a pit in his stomach as he watched Jongho strip, his eyes averting for every single part of the youngest body, on how the wet stains would stick the clothes, the wetness being the mix of saliva and precum from how well Jongho had worked him up, his cock twitching again at the memory begging to cum at once, begin to be buried in your cunt or to be around Jongho’s fingers once more. Fuck, he was doomed.

                “Hyung, all fours on the bed,” the voice that came out of Jongho was dark, full of lust and Yeosang knew what awaited him, he just didn’t expected to be so eager for that to happen to make him question if it was a dream, one of the fucked up dreams he’s been having since hearing you and Jongho fuck every day and night since you two got back from your trip. “Hyung?”

                “Jjong, maybe he’s not okay with -”

                “If you are gonna fuck my girlfriend, I’m gonna be present, are you okay with that, hyung?”

                The subtlety that Jongho said that he will be present however he sees fit, made Yeosang gulp, looking at you once more, all pretty in the bed waiting for both of them to ruin you. The thought of both their cocks buried in you made Yeosang close his eyes and let out a breath before heading for the nightstand, opening the drawer and handing the lube to Jongho, who smirked at the oldest one who heads your way, standing right in front of you. Your pretty breasts insight for him, making his hands twitch to grab them, to pinch the perked-up nipples, to hear you moan to -

                “(y/n) spread your legs so we can see you properly, will you, sweetheart?” You do as Jongho says, your hands going to the mattress as you lift your hips moving your legs around until they are wide open on the bed, the sight of your wet folds making both boys in front of you smile. “Now, hyung, all fours, I want you to look at that pretty cunt while I take care of you for a while, yes?”

                Both noticed how you clenched at those words, biting your lip as you saw how lenient Yeosang was towards Jongho’s schemes, you threatened to close your legs, but Yeosang’s strong hands held them open making you whimper at the smirk he gave your way. The lube quickly being opened as Jongho took a good amount spreading on his fingers and on Yeosang’s ass, which you saw him closing his eyes. Fuck, this is gonna be one hell of a night.

                Your eyes met Jongho’s as he lowered his lubed fingers towards Yeosang’s cheeks, his right hand pushing one cheek to the side before playing with the hole as you saw the man in front of you whine and bite his lips, your hand cupping his face, making him look at you. Once he lifted his face, you could see the wet patch on the duvet from Yeosang’s leaking cock.

                One last look at Jongho, a small question there, the only answer you got was a small air kiss, so you pushed your body forward. The same time your lips met Yeosang’s, Jongho’s fingers entered his asshole, a loud moan left Yeosang’s lips but that didn’t stop either of you to kiss. How much you missed his lips, how much you missed his body, his reactions, him.

                Yeosang had been good to you, both you and Jongho knew, he also wasn’t stupid, your boyfriend knew how you two looked at each other, but he also knew you would never leave him or do something without his permission. He also knew Yeosang would never try to steal you from him, so what was the bad thing about sharing once in a while? If everyone was okay with the arrangements?

                Once you noticed how Yeosang would only moan stead of kissing you, your lips started to move around his face, kissing the corner of his mouth and his sharp jaw, as your fingers would tangle in his hair, scratching his scalp as you feel yourself getting wetter at the sign of him like that. Moving yourself closer to him, your legs still spread open, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Jongho, who worked his fingers up Yeosang stretching him open a few more times, feeling his own cock starting to hurt.

                “Hyung, eat her out.”

                Yeosang doesn’t take a second to waste as he lowers his head finding your wet cunt, feeling Jongho’s hand grip his waist holding it up as he put more lube putting on both Yeosang’s ass and his cock, pumping a few times watching as your face contorted in pleasure at how Yeosang’s tongue was playing around your clit and folds, your hand going straight to his hair as your other sustained your body, making your back arch, giving Jongho clear sight of your perked up breasts before he pushed his tip on Yeosang’s asshole, making him moan against your pussy.

                “Fuck, this is…”

                Your words died down at your lips as Yeosang lips closed around your clit, moaning as he felt Jongho stretch him out from behind, the tip of his cock touching the duvet just enough so he knew he wouldn’t last, but Jongho picks up on that, pulling his hips towards his cock, making his dick dangle loosely, receiving a whine from Yeosang.

                “Once she comes, you can cum.”

                “GOD FUCK!”

                It was like a fucking prayer to listen to you scream like that, to see the pleasure building up in you, to see how your eyes rolled back, to see your legs tremble, to see you biting your lip trying to contain the moans that were to leave you. Those things only turned Jongho more as he held Yeosang’s hips tighter, ramming against him, hearing your moans and his, completing each other in front of Jongho.

                As the youngest took a pace behind Yeosang, he became an incoherent mess of moans, which make him eye you with hooded eyes before using one of his hands to hold you in place as his dominant hand played with your folds, all while he left a chaste kiss on your clit making you arch your back before gasping as he pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them as his thumb pressed circular motions on your bundle of nerve along with random kitty licks when he felt himself capable of using his mouth for anything other than moaning at how good it felt Jongho’s cock on his ass. All Yeosang wanted was to make you cum, not only because he loved to see your fucked out face, or how much of a mess you could make, but also because once you did, he was also allowed to cum after all the edging it has been happening.

                “C’mon princess, cum on my fingers, make a fucking mess like we all know you love to make.”

                That was your breaking point, Yeosang’s deep voice as Jongho fucked him from behind, his fingers curling inside of you so well that you couldn’t do anything but clench around them, your eyes went to Yeosang’s first before meeting with Jongho’s who had a smirk at your direction, mouth slightly ajar as he kept thrusting into Yeosang. And just like that, your whole body started to tremble, your legs shaking, caging Yeosang’s face against your core as his fingers wouldn’t stop pumping and curling inside of you, his nose bumping against your clit at every thrust Jongho made.

                “That’s it sweetheart, make a sweet mess on hyung’s face.”

                The scream that left your body came along with the pull you had on Yeosang’s hair as his tongue kept taking all of your juice, only meeting you once he was sure none of it would go to waste before crashing both your lips, and you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue, but the connection was lost as Jongho pulled Yeosang towards him, holding him by the neck, giving you open view of Yeosang hard leaking cock. 

                “Baby bear, can I?”

                “Yes, sweetheart, I think hyung has been good for us, so put that mouth to use, will you?”

                So you laid flat on your stomach, kissing the tip of Yeosang’s cock, hearing one of the most pleasant moans leave his lips as you take your tongue out, kitty licks all over the head before licking your dominant hand to hold the base of his cock, only enough to hold him in place, but light enough that Jongho’s thrusts would pump the base ‘till the middle of his cock, as your mouth engulfed the other half and tip, the taste of the precum finding your taste buds making you roll your eyes back, finding Yeosang’s already down on you, and you realized he himself, was also moving his hips trying to get more of himself in your mouth. 

                Panting heavily, both men were starting to get sloppier with their thrusts, as you took Yeosang’s cock with a better grip, moving your head trying to get more of him every time, hollowing your cheeks feeling him closer and closer, by the noises you could hear from Jongho you knew he was also close, so you moved your hand under both of them grabbing hold of Jongho’s balls, hearing him groan loudly. Your cunt already wet just by seeing and hearing those two men.

                As Yeosang’s left hand found your hair, you knew he was gone, he wouldn’t last long. Your hand squeezed the base of his cock as your hand started to move along with your head. It's been a while since you had Yeosang crumbling in front of you and that was making a new round of arousal to find your core. 

                Once his left hand forced your head to a stop, the warm cum went down your throat not long after, but once you patted his thigh he let go of your head as you promptly tried to get every drop of his cum in your mouth. Ah small weak, ‘fuck, princess’ was heard, making you eye up fiding a fucked out Yeosang looking down at you sucking him dry. 

                “Such a pretty little thing, ain’t she.” Jongho’s voice came from a little behind and you noticed he too had cum as he took a clean towel around his cock, that was getting hard by the second, although you still had Yeosang’s cock in your mouth. Your boyfriend’s hand patted your head before the tips went all the way to your back. “Did you swallow everything like a good little slut, sweetheart?”

                “Yes, teddy bear,” you said, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, letting go of Yeosang’s now soft hardened cock as Jongho’s fingers took your jaw, pulling you in. “What do you want me to do now?”

                “Well, you thought of me while fucking hyung, and thought of him while fucking me, so I guess nothing better than having both of us fucking you, no sweetheart?” You gulp trying to close your legs, but Yeosang’s hand were faster cupping your wet core, the pads of his fingers pressing lightly on your swollen clit. “Now, be a good slut and let us take good care of you, yes?”

                Before you could answer your boyfriend’s lips were on yours, his hand firmly on the nape of your neck as you felt Yeosang’s hands leave your pussy, but the movement under you made you break the kiss only to find the eldest head in between your thighs once again, eyes filled with lust. You moan loudly as his tongue takes a long stripe from bottom up, but you are silenced by Jongho’s lips again on you.

                It didn’t matter that you were whimpering against his lips, it didn’t matter your whole body was shaking on top of Yeosang almost making it impossible for him to breathe – not that he cared at least. As your body started to fail you, Jongho’s arms wrapped around your waist holding you steady as Yeosang ravishes on your pussy, finger, tongue, and mouth taking their time as your mouth was way too preoccupied with Jongho’s own mouth. 

                You could feel the buildup on your lower stomach, your legs already unable to hold you away from Yeosang, barely able to keep kissing Jongho, which he quickly noticed, giving you a smirk before calling the oldest one in between your legs, who quickly left from underneath you, his face glistering with your juice as he stood behind you, his hard cock pressing against your ass as Jongho kept his gaze fixed on you, analyzing how much you still could take. 

                “How do you feel about marking hyung?”

                “I think the skin is rather blank, Jjong, should we really mark the little princess?”

                You tried your best to hide how the praising was getting to you, how they are talking about you as if you weren’t there was affecting you, but you couldn’t, you had no more strength in you to fight the neediness that took hold of you. 

                “I think even sluts have owners, property should be marked so no one else touches.”

                His hand on your neck pulled you in for another kiss as you felt Yeosang’s teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder, his hands cupping your breasts playing with the hardened nipples, making you moan against the kiss with Jongho. As your legs failed again to keep you steady, you felt Jongho put his left leg under you, your soaking cunt against the skin of his thigh in a way to keep you elevated so both men could take their time with you, and God they were taking their sweet time with you. 

                As an instinct, your hips started moving on their own against Jongho’s thigh, making him chuckle against your lips before taking one side of your neck as Yeosang took the other, both sinking their teeth on the burning skin, leaving a mark each. Jongho’s hand never leaves your hips, helping you move against his thigh as Yeosang kept playing with your breasts, cupping, pinching, squeezing it. You were seeing stars and they had barely started to properly touch you, yet you were long gone under their lustful gazes and touches. 

                Again, as you start to feel the buildup, the warmth spreading from your core, the trembling of your limbs, but they both stop, making you cry out loud already sensing a bit of the tears forming. 

                “Please teddy, let me cum, I’ve been good, please.”

                Jongho only coos at your words, fingers gently brushing the skin of your face, in contrast to the hands around your marked neck, you could also feel Yeosang still kissing every part of your back, hands playing tortuously with your breasts as you feel him dry humping your ass, low grunts being heard from time to time. 

                You were nothing but their fucktoy at that point and you couldn’t even complain.

                “You will sweetheart, I promise you that, but first I wanna make your filthiest dream come true and to have both of us, with you being at our mercy.”

                Instantly your hips started to move faster against your boyfriend's thigh, getting a chuckle from both of them, but you didn’t mind, you were desperate. 

                “Seems like someone is eager,” Yeosang baritone voice made you shiver and throw your head back, only to find his lips brushing closely to yours. A painful pinch on your nipple made you gasp before he silenced you with his lips. “You should start behaving if you want to cum, princess.”

                “That includes, stop moving your hips, sweetheart,” at that, Jongho’s fingers held your hips in place, digging into your skin, making you whimper as you could feel the crescent moons forming on your flesh. “That’s it, such a good girl, aren’t you?”

                “Yes, yes I am,” you whispered, barely capable of forming a coherent phrase as they sandwiched you, pressing their bodies against yours, taking everything you could give them and more. “I’m your good girl.”

                You heard both of them groan at your words before Yeosang’s body takes a distance from yours, but before you could say anything, Jongho took your waist pulling you close as his back fell on the mattress, before his hand pulled your leg up so you could straddle him properly, his hard cock in between your bodies. With a small exchange of looks, you swiftly took his cock and put it at your entrance, but didn’t sink down to it, you knew better than to do that.

                “Oh sweetheart, you think you are ready for what’s to come?” Jongho coos as his fingers draw small random circles on your skin, your legs barely capable of keeping you up from all the things both of them have done to you. “You think you are ready to take both of us?”

                “Yes, yes please,” you cry out a plea, noticing Yeosang missing for your view before feeling hands cup one of your breasts as another takes your throat making you look at Yeosang behind you, a small smirk before he pinches your nipple and slap your tit making you hiss, before feeling his cock against your back. “Please Sangie, I’ve been good, haven’t I? I’ve been good, right. my little raccoon?”

                Your doe eyes almost made him pull you in for a kiss, but that wasn’t the moment for that, he also didn’t even think Jongho would be okay with that happening, not when you were mere seconds of being impaled by the younger’s cock. 

                “You’ve been good, princess, but do you think you can take us both?”

                His hand left your breast finding its way between your ass, pulling the cheeks to play with your asshole, making you jolt as he pressed one finger in.

                “Have you done what I told you to do, sweetheart?”

                Jongho’s upper body quickly met yours, his hands firm on your shaking thigh, he was testing how much you could endure until sinking into his cock, just so he could punish you for doing something without his permission.

                “Yes, yes I have, I cleaned up real nice for you teddy bear.”

                “Oh sweetheart, that wasn’t for me,” you felt his left hand leave your thigh already anticipating what was gonna happen, “Yeosangie hyung is the one taking your ass, because just like I said prior, your cunt was made for me.”

                A harsh slap met your right ass cheek, and you whined in pain and pleasure, closing your eyes as Yeosang pulled your face higher, kissing your cheekbone before pushing another finger into your asshole, making you jolt before sinking in a little, feeling the tip of Jongho’s cock entering you in the slightest as another harsh slap was felt.

                “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Jjong, but my legs, please, I can’t, I-”

                “It’s okay sweetheart, you can sit down, we’ll take care of you, won’t we hyung?”

                “Always the best for the princess.”

                Although you wanted to give in completely, you knew Jongho wouldn’t like that, he has been taking his time with you, if you sink in completely on his cock, he’ll be upset, and yet, the stinging on your right ass cheek made you consider how much were you willing to not take the punishment.

                At least, Jongho’s hands were holding your legs, helping you to keep spreading them a little at a time, clenching every once in a while, mostly because on how Yeosang’s fingers were going in and out of your asshole, making you only imagine how it would feel once his dick was inside. As you sank down on Jongho’s length, both boys were saying the filthiest praises you could hear. 

                Fuck, princess, can’t even take my two fingers is this pretty little ass?

                Sweetheart, my cock isn’t too big for you, is it? Your cunt was made for it after all.

                You are so pretty like that, all fucked out, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?

                You are gonna take the both of us so well, aren’t you sweetheart, such a good girl.

                Our good girl.

                They were driving you insane and they were barely fucking you properly.

                “That’s it sweetheart, how are you feeling?”

                “Full,” you moan as one of Jongho’s thumb found your clit, making you gasp and arch your back. “So big Jjong, oh my -”

                “Ready to take hyung’s cock, sweetheart?”

                Without expecting a word, you heard the lube being opened again before feeling the tip pressing against your other hole as Jongho’s hands spread your ass cheeks, Yeosang’s were firmly on your waist, making you whine and moan at every centimeter he entered you. If you felt full before, now you were on a break point of losing your fucking mind.

                Nails digging into Jongho’s shoulder making him groan against your ear before slapping your already red ass cheek, making you clench around both of them, making Jongho repeat the act as Yeosang pulls your hair, fingertips going all the way down your spine until it reaches the point where his cock is buried in your ass. 

                “Princess, we need words.”

                “I need you to move, please.”

                “Now, that’s not how I taught you, sweetheart.”

                “Green, my color is green.”

                “That’s more like it,” Jongho kisses your temple before holding your thighs while Yeosang pulls you slightly up by the hair, leaving a bit of space between you and them. “Tell me if you ever feel empty, sweetheart, okay?”

                “Y-yes, teddy bear.”

                In a swift motion, both start to move in different rhythms but in such sync that you never felt fully empty nor fully full. As Jongho would be coming out, Yeosang was coming in and you thanked your boyfriend for having the idea of asking Yeosang all those weeks ago to fulfill your every need or else you wouldn’t be here in this fucking manwich of heavens.

                In all honesty, you were nothing more than an incoherent moaning mess. Your mouth open, screaming moans and curses leaving it every so often, your nails digging into Jongho’s flesh as you tried your best from time to time to escape the overstimulation they were creating within your body, they were fucking reorganizing your organs at this point.

                Whenever your body would start shaking, both would slow down their rhythm, whisper sweet nothing in your ear, Jongho would kiss your lips as Yeosang would leave open mouth kisses to your neck and back. You bit your lip trying to muffle your moans, but Yeosang took your neck as Jongho pushed his fingers to spread your lips open.

                “Don’t you fucking dare hold back your moans, do you hear me?”

                “Ye-yes, te-teddy be-bear,” you cried as both of their rhythms came back full force, your cervix was nonexistent at this point, you were numb, your legs and arms shaking like crazy, you clenched around them more than you relaxed. “Oh God, fu-”

                “Tell us how it feels, princess.”

                “Tell us how it feels to have both our cocks.”

                “So fucking good, Jjongie,” you cried another moan just as Yeosang yanks you back, making both hit you on a different spot, feeling the common build up in your lower stomach, “fuck, yes, don’t stop, please please please let me cum, please!”

                You screamed as both of them, once again slowed down their movements, you just wanted to cry at this point, so you did something you knew you would be punished for, but it didn’t matter, you need to cum, you need to-.

                “What the fuck you think you are doing?” Jongho’s hands pulled your wrist away from your clit, making you look at him with pleading needy eyes. Fuck, you couldn’t take it any longer. “Hyung, hold her hands back,” the grip on your hands were firm, making you whine and move a little, the friction of your clit against Jongho making you moan. “If you wanna cum so badly, we’ll make you cum.”

                “Thank you.”

                The chuckle that left Jongho’s mouth was enough for you to know you were fucked.

                It didn’t take half a second and they both started rammering their cocks in and out of you, while Yeosang held both your arms and hair – making you back arch, leaving your breasts and clit exposed for Jongho’s pleasure –, you boyfriend took his time, slapping your breasts, pinching your nipples, playing with your clit, it was all too much, too fucking much and you were loving every second. 

                “Cum sweetheart, cum for us, cum all over my cock.”

                Automatically your body responded to Jongho’s words, clenching one last time before you convulse in between them, crying and cursing out loud as they used you, kept fucking you through your high, which wasn’t even done yet and another one was building up. Yeosang let go of your hair, hands wrapping around your throat pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, as Jongho’s thrusts became more feral. 

                “One more time princess, cum for us once more, please.”

                At Yeosang’s words against your ear, you came once again, this time, feeling the older one’s thrusts become erratic before he fill your ass with his seeds, before pulling out, letting your body fall against Jongho, who quickly enveloped you around his arms, fucking you even harder before his hips suddenly stop and you feel his seed inside of you. 

                “How are you sweetheart?”

                A small kiss is felt on your temple as you feel Jongho lift you up, putting you on the mattress, the feeling of emptiness and numbness fill you up after what just happened. Your eyes scan the room, finding Yeosang returning from the bathroom with a towel, ready to clean you up, while Jongho takes his already used one to clean himself before joining your other side as Yeosang takes his time cleaning your legs and taking particular care with your sensitive areas.

                “I feel amazing Jjong, thank you,” you pull your boyfriend in for a kiss before looking at Yeosang who is taking extra attention to the task at hand, even though you know he already cleaned all he could out of you. “Sangie?” His eyes pick up as you call his name. “C’mere, please?”

                You try not to roll your eyes as you saw Yeosang direct his attention to Jongho, who chuckles nodding as his fingers trace random patterns on your heated skin. In a swift move, Yeosang is now on your other side, pulling the loose hairs away from your face, making you giggle before taking his hand in yours.

                “Hope we weren’t too harsh with you, princess.”

                “Never,” you say genuinely, although your body would certainly complain a little more once it starts to cool down, but you didn’t care. “I know you two could never really hurt me, thank you for everything, my boys.”

                You kiss each of them on the lips one last time before looking at the bathroom door of Yeosang’s room, making both boys chuckle. 

                “I’ll get the bath ready; you make sure she doesn’t sleep before that bath or we will never hear the end of it!”

                Jongho got out of the bed shaking his head as Yeosang pulled you close to a hug, your leg quickly flying over his, tangling with each other, hand intertwined on top of his chest. 

                “And to think this all started because of a fucking proxy kiss Jjong gave you,” both laughed at the memory, as you turned to face him, making him curious. “I don’t regret it Sangie, and I talked to Jjong, he knows you like me,” he closed his eyes cursing at himself, “he also knows I like you,” his eyes shot up at your response, a small smile appearing in your lips. “I like you Sangie, but I also love Jongho, and he loves me, this needs to be clear.”

                “I’d never ask for you to choose between us, if that’s what you are going for.”

                Your laugh made a smile form on his lips, before you pulled him in for a chaste kiss.

                “I was actually thinking of proposing something, like, maybe sharing?”

                “Enough talk, you need to shower, we talk about that tomorrow,” Jongho quickly entered the room, taking your arms around his neck as he took your legs on his arm before turning to Yeosang, both of you eyeing the oldest. “I believe she said enough for you to think it through, hyung, we’ll talk tomorrow after a good night of sleep.”

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[wileys-russo]

Hayley Raso + “you’re such an asshole I can’t believe I like you” + playing video games together ! 🧎‍♀️🫶🏼

world class II h.raso

"hay, baby you can't sleep yet." you wandered past the lounge and noticed the australian start to drift off, shaking her ankle as she groaned and opened her eyes.

"why?" hayley sighed deeply, rubbing her face and crossing her arms over her chest. "because the entire point of your jetlag plan is so you're back and fit to train a few days before your match babe." you smiled sympathetically.

"baby i could just take a tiny nap? then i'll still sleep tonight!" the brunette tried to bargain as you shook your head. "not part of the plan, and as both your girlfriend and a physio i have to ensure you follow that plan!" you laughed, gesturing for her to sit up.

you and hayley had met during her season at everton. you were only a trainee physio then, on work placement to finish your degree but you'd caught the australian's eye right away, the two of you getting along like a house on fire.

hayley was sat with a proud smile at your graduation, still only a friend to you then but not for a lack of trying, you only taking her attempts to flirt with you as banter and not yet clicking she wanted to be much more than just friends.

after you were fully qualified you quickly found yourself with a job offer in manchester for the devils, though still with 6 months left on your lease you stayed living where you had been and hayley amped up her efforts to woo you.

finally you clicked that she wasn't just being friendly on a drunken night out with some of her friends who were visiting from australia that she'd insisted you join, two of them quickly pulling you aside and asking when you and hayley had started dating it all suddenly made sense.

fast forward a couple of years and you'd both made the move to spain and were living in madrid, hayley still playing football and you working in a local sports clinic, working more with younger kids and teenagers who came up from the academies than directly with a team like you had been prior.

"you're no fun." hayley pouted with a frown as you shook your head. "maybe not, but neither is being medically benched because the team physios catch wind you're too tired to be cleared to play." you warned lightly, her eyes widening.

"you wouldn't!" hayley sat up properly now with a scoff. "i would love, if it meant you avoided any and all risk of injury." you promised softly, running a hand through her hair and shrugging.

"i wish you'd stayed working in england." hayley mumbled as her eyes began to once again feel heavy. "well aren't you absolutely charming." you rolled your eyes, turning to leave as a hand grabbed the back of your top.

"sorry! i'm just tired." hayley groaned, pulling you down onto the lounge and trapping you in between her arms and legs in a tight bear hug. "i know baby, but this plan will mean you aren't tired like this for very long." you twisted your neck to sweetly peck her lips.

"will you play fifa with me then? i was getting my ass kicked at tillies camp and i have to make sure i can hold my own before the next one. i didn't win a single game!" your girlfriend huffed, forever hotheaded and fiercely competitive much as it amused you to watch.

"love i've not got a clue how to play. in fact hay you banned me from playing because it was 'too hard to watch' remember?" you quirked an eyebrow as a guilty smile curled into her features.

"babe that was ancient history, i'm a new much more patient woman now." hayley grinned as you let out a loud sarcastic peal of laughter and tapped at her forearms to let you up.

"it wasn't even eight weeks ago raso." you hovered over her with a shake of your head, suddenly pulling back as she tried to sit up and capture your lips in hers. "oi! come here and give me a kiss." the australian frowned impatiently.

"no." you smiled, standing and heading toward the kitchen to make lunch for the pair of you, not at all surprised at the sound of footsteps hurrying after you.

"hayley!" you gasped as a body barrelled into you almost taking you down to the floor before your girlfriend grabbed your hand, spinning and dipping you, holding you just from falling as your heart raced.

"don't do that! its not funny." you smacked her chest with a thump as she laughed and you scowled, trying to move past her but before you could take another step her mouth was pressed against yours, feeling the winger smile into the kiss.

"you're a child sometimes." you pulled away and smacked her on the head with a magazine that was handy on the counter, only causing her to smile wider clearly proud of herself.

"that can wait! just one game? it'll help keep me awake." your girlfriend tugged you back from the kitchen with her best puppy dog eyes as you sighed. "fine. one game!"

"how the hell do you defend? i forget the controls!" you moaned in annoyance, only having had possession for about two seconds this entire half as your girlfriend knocked back goal after goal.

"hayley!" you huffed as she made her player do a backflip after another goal and cheered loudly in your ear, kissing your cheek apologetically from where you lay between her legs, your elbows resting on her knees and your back pressed to her front.

"you said this would be easy." you complained as the game stopped for half time. "no, i said i would put the match settings on easy." your girlfriend corrected as you pinched her thigh unimpressed with the answer.

"you're winning 8-0 surely you can spare five fucking minutes to show me the controls again?" you huffed before she could click to resume play, a lazy kiss pressed to your jaw as she dropped her remote and her hands settled over yours.

"when you attack you click this to pass, this to clear, this one to sprint and this one for a header or a short ball, and this to shoot." she explained slowly, pointing out the different buttons as you nodded.

"when you defend its the same sequence just different results. this one to chase, this one to tackle, this one to slide tackle and this one to clear." your girlfriend explained as again you nodded, doing your best to follow along.

"so does this mean you might let me keep the ball for more than thirty seconds and maybe even give me a pity goal?" you asked hopefully as the winger grabbed her own control and grinned.

"not a chance darlin." she stole a kiss and clicked resume before you could bite back with a remark. the second half you played a little better, but still you failed to score and conceded yet another five goals making it so hayley won with a whopping 13-0.

"that was humiliating." you scowled tossing the remote to the side onto the lounge and rolling your eyes. "thats life, win some you lose some. i feel a lot better about my results at camp now! thanks baby." her hands settled either side of your face and tilted your head back so she could press kisses across your skin.

"you're welcome." you rolled your eyes, gently tugging her hands away and sitting up, glancing to the screen only for a moment as your head snapped back to it and you frowned.

"world class!? you said you put it on beginner." you turned to glare at your girlfriend who shrugged, quickly turning off the tv and sitting up on her knees.

"did i? guess i must have clicked the wrong one babe, sorry." she grinned, pushing you to lay down as her face hovered over yours, not an ounce of remorse in her eyes.

"you're such an asshole, i can't believe i like you." "only like?" "barely tolerate." "what happened to love!" "maybe if you weren't a world class bad loser, you might get some."

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: somno, smut | crossposted on twitter

eddie's loud, he can't help it. in everything he does, he's big & dramatic & commands the attention of the room. it's one of the reasons steve falls for him in the first place. when they're fucking in a tiny trailer with thin walls however it becomes a problem.

it only takes getting caught once with wayne's all knowing stare the next day when steve comes to pick eddie up for a date. he snuck out the window that morning to avoid being found but it turns out eddie's loud mouth did the work for them the night before.

if anything, steve's proud that he can fuck eddie enough that he can't keep his mouth shut. turn his brain and limbs to mush as he rattles out curse after curse, praise after praise. proud that he can get eddie so thoroughly fucked that his name is echoing off the walls.

at first it was cute, bending down to smother eddie's mouth with a kiss to swallow yet another too loud moan. at first they'd giggle when eddie would shout steve's name as he hit his favorite spot that set his nerves on fire. at first steve would whisper filth in his ear hoping he'd take the hint and quiet down to his level, slowing his hips to roll in an agonizing pace. but nothing worked. steve would still pound into him and eddie would still yell like they had the world all to themselves.

"you should just fuck me when i'm passed out," eddie moaned as they took advantage of wayne's overnight shift. "it'll -fuck- it'll be like the best wet dream i could ever have."

steve's hips stuttered as he thought about it, and then picked up even harder when he pictured it. "yeah? want me to keep you quiet, baby?"

it didn't take long for them to finish, took even less time to start round two after they got hard again while planning out the details. turns out they both are a little too into the idea of steve taking him apart when he's asleep.

the first time, eddie wakes up halfway through while steve is blowing him and is too excited to go back to sleep so he resorts to biting into a pillow to keep quiet. the second time, steve's too afraid of eddie waking up again so he settles with fucking into his own fist and then coming all over his bare ass. eddie wakes up while the sun rises to the sheets stuck to him with his cock hard and red which gets them both going again.

they finally hit the sweet spot after a while of trial and error.

they fall asleep curled around each other like they always do, only this time eddie's ass has been thoroughly stretched and steve falls asleep with his half hard cock nestled between his cheeks. when steve inevitably wakes up, skin sweaty where the two are pressed together, the fun can begin.

it doesn't take too long for him to get hard again, it doesn't take too long for him to slip his freshly lubed fingers into his ass, it doesn't take too long for him to get his cock fully surrounded by heat as he slides fully into eddie.

eddie snuffles against the pillow and steve freezes, an excited panic thrumming through his veins, until his boyfriend quiets back down with one final small whimper. he rolls his hips slowly, listens to the ambient noise in the trailer for any signs of someone else being awake and gently brings his hand up to cover eddie's mouth. just in case. just like eddie asked for however many times ago.

fucking into eddie when he's pliant is everything steve could have dreamed up. nothing will compare to being able to fuck exactly how they like to, loud and electric and fast and perfect, but this? grinding his hips with his nose pressed into the back of eddie's head, every inch of him on edge as he waits to either get caught or succeed, is a thrill in and of itself.

he comes probably too fast, too turned on by the whole thing. he comes buried deep in eddie, twitching out every last drop, keeping his hips pressed close. he comes with his mouth wide open on eddie's neck, teeth skimming over sensitive skin, whispering out curses that even the best ears couldn't hear because they're only meant for eddie's.

steve pulls out, sleepy & sated, reaching down to run his fingers through the mess of come & lube that follows. eddie whimpers something quiet & sweet so steve gives him his fingers against his lips like a reward for being good. for being quiet. for trusting steve like he does.

eddie's sore when he wakes up in the morning. he grimaces against the pull in his ass as he goes to stand until he realizes what happens. reaches between his legs to feel how tender his hole his. looks on the sheets and sees where he came against them in his sleep.

he wakes steve up with his mouth. considers it a much deserved payback until he's squirming against the mattress & whines out eddie's name.

"you fucked me?" eddie asks as he pops off with a grin. it's not a question that needs to be answered nor is the next one. "did it work?"

steve groans as he tangles his fingers in eddie's hair, bringing his mouth back where he wants it. mutters out a few curse words as eddie trails his fingers over his balls. "what do you think?"

"i think you need to shut up before i'm the one who has to keep you quiet now."

they have wayne's schedule memorized and eddie uses his standard early saturday morning shift that day as an excuse to make steve get as loud as he can, his name echoing off the walls this time around, driving him crazy with his lips and tongue and fingers.

little do they know that wayne now has his fingers plugging his ears with a grimace, wishing he hadn't swapped shifts with gary for the day, contemplating going in to work anyway to escape his loud ass nephew and his loud ass boyfriend.

[aniesvision]

i love you too (bff! matt x f! reader)

warnings: reader in this one is bisexual!, suggestive, dry humping, make out, pet names (sweetheart, baby), oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, raw (don't do it), love confession!

a/n: hi!! this one's based on this request, i'm sorry it took me so long to post it but i hope you like it!! i decided to make it kinda fluff too, friendly reminder that english is not my first language, enjoy ✨

synopsis: You and Matt are best friends since middle school and both of you have feelings for each other without knowing, what happens when Matt comes back home to see you thinking of him?

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It's not unusual for you to sleepover at the triplets house. You're all great friends since middle school and sometimes you travel all the way to Los Angeles just to see them and spend some time together. You're so close to them that you even know their parents, and you're also friends with Justin as well. When you're in Boston, you stick to Nate and some other mutual friends, it's funny how you share almost everything in your life with the triplets, even your friends.

You arrived in L.A a few days ago and according to your plans you're supposed to only go back to Boston next week. Between all three of them, you and Matt became the closest ones. You both have similar taste in almost everything, music, games, tv shows, girls... Yes, girls, he was the first one to know you also like girls, not just boys, and he was so supportive. He encouraged you to tell Nick and Chris too and they also supported you, which made you so glad to have them in your life.

Matt was just your best company to everything, every moment, your best friend. He's the first one you text when you're sad, the first one you call when you have good news. He was the first one to know when you finally kissed a girl, the first one to know you started dated someone new, the first one to know when you broke up, the first one to pop in your mind whenever you were touching yourself.

It took you years to realize that you didn't just like Matt as a friend. And when you did, it scared you so much that you forced yourself to get over it. You tried to go on dates, meet new people, but it was useless.

You'd talk to him everyday, always sharing the news, keeping him updated on whatever's going on with you. And he did the same thing, of course. Part of you knew you needed space if you wanted to truly get over him, but how could you ask for space to your best friend? How could you distance yourself from the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Matt called you two weeks ago to talk to you about all his plans, things he's been working on for so long and you were so proud of him, so proud of what he was achieving. He wanted to see you, and you couldn't say no, you immediately booked your trip to L.A.

And here you are. Matt picked you up at the airport, helped you unpack, asked you to stay in his room (you usually take turns between all three rooms, you don't mind sharing a bed with any of them), bought you your favorite chocolate and your favorite ice cream.

The last days were so great yet so confusing. It was the first time you were seeing Matt after realizing you like him, things were different and he also noticed that, but didn't push you into telling him what was wrong. You always tell him everything, he just waited patiently knowing you'd tell him eventually, whenever you were ready to talk.

Of course it wasn't on your plans to tell him you like him. You just made an extra effort to sound natural and act normally around him.

Matt, Nick and Chris needed to record a car video and you couldn't be more relieved that you were going to have some alone time. You needed to think, and to just simply be by yourself, you love all of them, but being around three guys all the time is exhausting, specially when your feelings are so messed up towards one of them.

You were lying down in Matt's bed, with a pillow in between your legs, mindlessly scrolling through social media.

It's funny to think you're so clueless about what's going on. It seems almost unfair how long Matt's been waiting for you to feel something back for him.

Matt never thought you'd see him as more than just your best friend. You guys know each other for so long and nothing's ever happened before so why would things magically change?

He tried to make you see him, truly see him, making an effort to treat you extra nicely, give you gifts, treat you the way you deserve. He's tried for the last two or three times you've flied to L.A, but it didn't seem to work, you'd still text him about all the people you'd go out with and none of them was him.

He was just about to give up and try to move on. The way you were acting different around him made him think if you were finally connecting the dots and pushing him away. He was wondering if you were mad at him, if you wanted to just ignore and pretend nothing was happening so you wouldn't hurt his feelings. He was wondering if you'd say no, if you'd reject him right away if he tried to make a move.

After recording the car video all he wanted to do was to see you and apologize. He didn't want things to change, he didn't want to lose you, if he couldn't have you as his girlfriend he wanted to at least have you as his best friend.

Nick and Chris walked back to their rooms and Matt waited a bit longer, scared to face you. He walked slowly and silently to his room, thinking about what to say.

You, in the meantime, eventually started to feel bored, since Matt was out with Nick and Chris to film. You searched for a movie and one of them got your attention. Whenever the three of them were out to film, they always took long to come back, so you and your frustrated mind decided on watching a movie with a good amount of sex scenes.

It wasn't your intention to do anything about it, just simply watch it, but you involuntarily grind on the pillow that was in between your legs, the friction making you huff silently. You had no control over your actions at the point and you bury your face onto the pillow to keep you silent. Unfortunately, that didn't just muffled your moans, but made you pass on the sounds of the door opening.

You hear someone clearing their throat and you immediately shut down the tv, looking breathlessly to the direction of the door just to be faced with Matt. You were breathing heavily, cheeks red, eyes widen in shock, hair messy and completely embarrassed.

-Were you just... –He starts to ask, but you interrupt him.

-No. –You quickly respond, making him tilt his hand in sarcasm, closing and locking the door behind him.

-So you weren't grinding on my pillow and I'm insane. –He mocks, with a teasing smirk on his lips. And god the smirk alone made you even wetter.

-I have no idea what you're talking about. –You whisper, watching as he gets closer to the bed.

-So you're definitely not wet, right? –Your eyes widen even more at his statement, but you're quick in denying it with a nod.

-Can I check? –He asks, throwing the pillow aside and hovering you, still with that stupid smirk on his lips.

You don't even know what to say, unsure if you're dreaming or if he was just making a sick joke out of your embarrassment. This kind of interaction never happened between you and Matt, and although your body was screaming to feel something –anything– from him, you were so confused.

His eyes were darker than normal, and although the smirk was still there, he looked serious. You furrow your eyebrows, confused, not wanting to make a wrong decision and ruin things. Seeing your hesitance, he slowly moves his hand to your thigh, caressing it lightly with his thumb.

-You're not gonna answer me? –He tilts his head, leaning closer and making you pull back until you were laying down on the bed again, with him on top of you.

His fingertips explore your skin, stopping by your hip and squeezing it. You bite your lips nervously, not making anything to stop him.

Matt's eyes drop to your lips, silently asking you permission to kiss you, and you knew right there that it was your chance, maybe your only one, so you take it. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and brushing your lips against his.

He moans softly against your lips, immediately deepening it and stabilizing his weight on his free forearm, placing it next to your head.

Neither of you could believe it was happening, and the way your lips moved so perfectly together only reassured both of you that there was no such thing as getting over the other, you were both so fucking needy, waiting for something like this to happen for so long.

Matt slides his hand that was on your hip under your shorts, his middle finger tracing a line against your clothed wetness.

-God, you're so fucking wet. –He groans, and all you could do was gasp.

He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, the kiss becoming heated and making both of you wanting more.

You tangle your fingers in his hair as he moves his lips to your neck, his fingers rubbing your clit through your panties.

-Matt, please... –You plead under him, desperate to feel him, not even caring about how eager you looked.

-Patience, sweetheart.

His voice is hoarse and deeper than usual, sending shivers down your spine. Matt pulls away to take off his shirt, taking his hand off your shorts and lifting your t-shirt over your head as well.

He kisses you again, quickly directing his lips to your neck. Matt unclasps your bra in a heartbeat, not waisting any time to lick and nibble your nipples. You gasp at his actions, arching your back and pulling him closer to you by his hair.

He smiles against your nipples, looking up at you while he leaves red and purple marks all over the valley of your boobs. He keeps moving down, your breathing getting heavier each second.

Matt finally slips down your shorts and panties, discarding them on the floor, his face in between your legs as he admires the way you look.

-So beautiful. -He whispers, pressing sweet kisses on your inner thighs.

-Please... -You plead again, but this time he complies.

Matt eats you out slowly, savoring the taste of you. He's so absorbed by the moment, his tongue tasting the sweetest liquid of your wetness, he's absolutely loving to feel you, to have you like this, his only goal for the night is to make you feel the best. He wants to please you, to make you feel things you've never felt before, experience all the things he can provide you. He wants to eat you out not just to make you feel good, but to make you feel loved. He wants to show you through his actions how much he fucking loves you.

-Fuck, Matt. -You moan, just the sight of him driving you crazy.

He smiles, keeping up with his actions and teasing your entrance with his middle finger, pushing it in and thrusting fast and deep. Matt's fingers always caught your attention, and knowing that they could feel as good as they looked is such a precious information.

Matt tries his best to keep eye contact with you, but he was so focused that his eyes could barely stay open, he was pussy drunk already.

With the sensations of being touched by the one you've been craving for so long you reach your orgasm sooner than you wanted to. You cover your mouth when you hear yourself moaning loudly, releasing all over his face, his stupid little chuckle while he looked at you with his chin covered by your juices only served to make you wetter and needier.

Matt quickly discards his own clothes next to yours on the floor, your eyes widening with the sight of him fully naked. He didn't give you any chance to speak, kissing you eagerly and making you taste yourself.

You can feel him passing his tip between your folds, collecting the wetness and entering you without any warnings. You whine, feeling him stretching your walls.

-Fuck, baby, you're so tight. -Matt groans in your ear.

There was no way you'd last, you were sensitive already and he was so fucking hot, your feelings for him only increasing with this new connection, both of you knowing that things were definitely going to change between you two.

Your moans get louder with each thrust, his eyes giving you a warning look before he raised his hand to cover your mouth. You found it so hot that your eyes rolled back, your legs shaking uncontrollably against him. He moved his hips faster, nearing his own climax. Matt buries his face on your neck, bitting and kissing it to keep him quiet as he painted your walls white. He groans in your ear and you finally let yourself cum again.

Both of you stay silent, just catching your breaths without exchanging a word. He slides off of you slowly, throwing himself in the empty space on the bed and looking at you.

Matt was sweaty, his hair sticking on his forehead, cheeks pink and lips parted, just as you were. He couldn't help but admire you, even looking completely fucked up you still looked perfect in his eyes.

You had no idea what to say. The events replayed in your head and now you didn't have a clue on why it happened. Maybe you should clarify your feelings, it wasn't just a friendly fuck or random hook up to you, and you hoped it wasn't just that to him as well.

Matt clears his throat, getting your attention, and he places his hand on your cheek, cupping it gently.

-You good? Can we talk? -He asks softly, trying not to scared you away.

You only nod, incapable of saying anything, waiting for him to talk first.

Matt takes a deep breath before talking, deciding to be honest and just go for it.

-I love you. I'm so sorry for not telling you this before, but I didn't want to ruin things, I was so scared of losing you. I really, really like you, please tell me you feel the same.

You feel your heartbeats racing, it takes you a few seconds to understand that this is truly happening. Matt just confessed his feelings for you and he looked so adorable all shy and anxious like that, waiting for your response. You smile, leaning to kiss him delicately.

-I love you too. -You whisper, and he sighs in relief.

There's a moment of comfortable silence, both of you acknowledging the previous events, cuddling and enjoying each other's presence. There's no need to talk, no need to discuss anything, it was already settled, you love Matt and Matt loves you, and it's all okay.

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FIC IDEA WITH LANDO: So reader recently moved to Monaco bc of her job (any remote job u want and content creater) anyways she is working at a café just to get some money and lando is a customer. He flirts with her and stuff and she writes her number on the cup without him noticing at the moment. The reader then like a week later mentions it to her friend and talks about how he did not respond yet and like what exactly happened not knowing her friend was on live and her fans get invested and call this mystery boy “café boy” (kind of like Alix Earle with nfl man) Then McLaren invites the reader to the paddock and lando sees her and then have like a talk together in his drivers room and he mentions how he was nervous to text or something. After she makes a soft launch post captioned “my café boy 🤎”. IF U DO IT PLEASE TAG ME!

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Moving to Monaco had always been your dream. Living in the beautiful country right on the water, starting a new life in such a peaceful place and being able to follow your dreams.

It had been your dream ever since you were a little girl.

However, moving to Monaco was in itself very pricey. It hadn’t been easy, gathering the money you needed to lead a relatively comfortable lifestyle in the exclusivist country, but you had managed to do so.

And now, you now had to step up a bit until things got going for you.

And you figured that working at the local coffee shop was the best solution. At least just until you got settled in your new home country and your career kicked in.

You knew that Monaco was the home to a lot of athletes, especially Formula 1 drivers, but you didn't really expect to meet any of them. Monaco was not really as small of a place as people thought, you wouldn't just run into an F1 driver in the street that casually.

No, you run into them at coffee shops.

You had been minding your own business one day, thankful that it was still early and people were not yet coming for coffee. But then the entrance bell rang, and your eyes met the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on.

The one and only, Lando Norris.

You didn't want to seem like an obsessed fan, so you tried to keep your excitement at bay the best you could.

"Hello" he greeted when he approached the counter, that famous smirk adorning his features.

"Hi. What can I get you?" you asked sweetly, praying to God that he wouldn't notice the furious blush on your cheeks.

"I'll just have a cappuccino, love" he asked, giving you a dazzling smile.

You blushed even more and nodded, getting to work on his drink.

He didn't say anything else for a second, he just watched and admired your movements as you effortlessly prepared his coffee.

"I haven't seen you around here before, and trust me. I would have remembered a face as beautiful as yours" Lando suddenly asked, leaning forward against the counter.

You almost did a double take, not wanting to get your hopes up. Was he actually flirting with you? Were you just dreaming?

You cleared your throat before you answered, which made Lando smile even more cockily.

"I just moved here a couple of days ago, got a job with a modelling agency and figured I would work for some extra money until the modelling gigs kick in" you explained, looking at his from the corner of your eye to see his wide eyes when you mentioned being a model.

"With a face as beautiful as yours, figured you were a model of some sort. Nobody would pass on someone as pretty as you"

You blushed again, thankful that the shop was almost empty and people couldn't see you falling apart just from talking to the man.

"Do you flirt with every barista you meet, Mr. Norris?" you teased, pouring the drink into a to-go cup.

"Just the insanely pretty ones"

You chuckled and shook your head, taking the sharpie in your hand to write his name on the cup. As soon as you wrote his name, your hand moved on its own, scribbling your phone number underneath and the message 'call me <3' next to it.

Biting your lip, you gave him the drink with a smile, biding your goodbyes.

"I'll see you around, Y/N" he said, looking at your name tag.

"Okay" was all you could say, your mind too fuzzy to come up with a better response.

He turned around just before he exited the cafe, winking at you before departing.

What the hell had just happened?

♡♡♡♡♡

Much to your disappointment, a couple of days had gone by without a single text from the driver.

You hadn't thought much of it, way too busy with unpacking and such to even think about your encounter. It was our friend who kept asking you about it, going out of her mind when you mentioned you had given your number to an F1 driver.

"Y/N, come here, you left me all alone" Samantha, your friend, called out for you from the living room.

You sighed, unwillingly getting out of your very comfortable position on your bed and walked into the living room.

Not even paying attention to what Samantha was doing, you fell on the couch face first, your sore limbs tired from the short walk from the bedroom to the living room.

"I was very comfortable in bed, thank you very much" you mumbled, but Samantha paid you no mind.

She knew how grumpy you got in the evenings, so she had learned to ignore your comments in such instances.

"Has he texted you yet?" she asked, making you glare at her.

"I don't know how many times you've already asked me that and how many times I've given you the exact same answer. No, he hasn't" you grumbled, hiding your face in your pillow.

Samantha hummed, casting a sneaky glance to her phone.

"But like what exactly happened?" she pressed, making you sigh.

"It's not that interesting of a story. He came in the coffee shop, ordered a drink, we flirted a little and then I wrote my number on his cup" you explained once again, and unbeknownst to you, your fans were going wild over the information they had just heard.

Samantha almost wanted to laugh when she saw the dozens of comments flooding in, calling Lando the "mysterious café boy" that hadn't texted you.

"If I were him, I would have texted you the minute I walked out" she defended, making you sigh.

"But you're not him. There are numerous reasons that could explain why he hasn't texted me, he's a busy guy, Samantha" you defended, getting up from the couch to head back to your bedroom, so done with the conversation.

Samantha waited until the door was closed before switching her attention back to her phone.

"And there you go, ladies and gentlemen. Our girl is finally finding love" she giggled, clapping her hands.

If only Lando would have the courage to make the first step.

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You had always been a fan of Formula 1, you got that from your father. He would always bring you with him to races when you were younger, and his love and admiration was passed onto you from a very young age.

However, you hadn't attended a race in a while, you hadn't had the opportunity or the time to go to one.

Until now.

McLaren had contacted you a couple of days before the Silverstone Grand Prix, inviting you as their VIP guest for the weekend. And who were you to refuse a weekend with the team of the guy you were crushing on?

That's how you found yourself walking towards the McLaren hospitality, bag clutched tightly in your hand as you approached the brightly papaya colored building.

Sighing with a smile on your face, you had just put your hand on the handle when the door opened from the inside and Lando stepped out, stopping in his tracks when he saw you in front of him.

The both of you froze, not knowing how to react. The first one to break the tension was Lando, who smiled at you widely.

"Hey, Y/N. Long time no see" he said, making you chuckle and nod.

"Yeah"

He nodded, and silence settled for a split second between the two of you before he spoke up.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't text you. I saw your number, even saved it in my phone and was meaning to say something. I was just too nervous to screw things up, cause I really like you" he confessed, making your heartbeat quicken significantly.

Your eyes widened, and relief finally settled into your troubled mind. There had been so many thoughts and theories in your head about why he hadn't contacted you. Maybe you had misread the situation, maybe he wasn't interested, maybe he didn't see your number written next to his name, countless possibilities had been swirling around in your head.

But now, you were finally content. He was just nervous, bless his heart. If you were being fair, you would have been way too nervous to contact him if the roles had been reversed.

"Don't worry, it's okay" you reassured him, which made Lando feel better.

"I want to make it up to you. How about dinner tonight? My treat, I'll show you around the city" he suggested, his eyes full of hope.

You couldn't possibly deny him, so you found yourself nodding.

"Great" he smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek before departing towards the garage.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile.

He hadn't forgotten you after all.

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Opening your eyes you take in your surroundings. You're in Ormond. Quickly you decide to look for a totem since you're running Inner Strength.

After some while of running sround you finally find a totem in the corner of the killer shack. But you weren't alone. Mikaela also just arrived at the shack and started to work on the totem, she probably runs a Boon perk.

"Uhm, Mikaela... Could I maybe have this totem? I have Inner Strength, I could-" She glances at you and grunts. "Why don't you go find another totem?" You tilt your head. She never has been so mean, but maybe she had a bad day. You nod. "Yeah true..." You sigh and decide to work on a gen for now, you're sure you'll find another totem somewhere else on the map.

Just as you work on the gen, Jake rushes towards your gen - he's injured. Quickly you get up and try to heal him, but he backs away. "Don't touch me, I don't need your help!" You raise an eyebrow. "But. You're injured?" He starts to work on the gen and continues to groan in pain. You decide to also continue working on the machine. "Jake, I really hate to bug you, but you really should-" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!"

Quietly you let go of the issue and shake your head. What's up with him? Did he also have a bad day? A bad trial? More than one bad trial? Well, you didn't want to push any further... The gen is repaired and Jake takes off, leaving you behind, confused and thinking.

After some time you see a totem behind some crates and you quickly destroy it, unlocking Inner Strength. Well, at least something positive!

After some while the killer had downed it's first victim - Jake. You didn't feel to bad... He didn't want to get healed after all! Soon after Jake got hooked another scream erupted from within Ormond. Mikaela also met her demise. She also got hooked. You didn't meet the fourth survivor yet. Let's just hope they didn't have a bad day aswell...

Just as you were thinking that you run into said survivor. It was David. With a thud you fell on your butt. "Oh David! I'm sorry, I didn't see you-" "Quit the bullshit! Everybody knows you're working with the killer!" Your eyes went wide. "What? What are you talking about? I never worked together with any killer!" How could he say that?? What did he mean by 'everyone'??

He pushed you out of the way and makes his way over to the hooked survivors. You look after him as you could feel hot tears starting to run down your cheeks. "What the fuck..."

You trot over the map. Mikaela and Jake had been saved a while ago but you had lost your fighting spirit for this trial already. And you didn't meet the killer yet.

Let's analyze this! You were friends with some of the nicer killers like Susie, Rin, Anna, Carmina, Trickster and even Danny.

Susie is a nice girl, always listening to you and talking to you about all kinds of stuff. Like the rest of the Legion she is always down for the weirdest shenanigans.

Anna is a big woman, her hugs are almost bone crushing yet she always takes care of you outside of the trials telling you different russian fairy tales.

Even though you were friends with Rin, she is more reserved than Susie or Anna. You love to style her hair and learn more about japanese culture. But most of the time she rather wants to be alone than have any company. In all honesty she is ashamed of how she looks. Poor girl...

Carmina is a nice company. Sometimes you chill in her realm, watching her feeding the crows and paint new pictures. One time she surprised you with a picture of you she drew. You liked it alot and she was happy, letting out a proud croak.

Trickster. A hard case. Yes, you were some kind of friends with him. He LOVES talking about himself, his incredible shows, his murders and everything involving him in general. This man is in love with himself and sometimes it's annoying as fuck but you stick around because you're the only survivor he still kind of tolerates.

And the last person - Danny. Infamously known as Ghostface. He is really something. A deadly and quiet stalker, always there when you need him. He also is narcissistic but not as much as Trickster. He likes to talk about the murders he commited when he wasn't in the entitys world. You couldn't see his face but everytime he talked about this topic you could swear he has a big ass smile plastered on his face. And to admit this you kind of have a weakness for the masked stalker.

Looking around you decide to go for the gen in Ormond. Someone has already started to work on it but the killer has destroyed it. Just as you sit down Mikaela comes running towards you and groans in pain. "Heal me!" You get up and look at her. "You could ask me nicely instead..." Not waiting for her answer you still start to patch her up as she backs away and pushes you back, running out of the house.

You gasp as you fall against a hard thing. Immediately an arm wraps around your neck. "Hey doll... What's up? Didn't see you all trial, it was about time, don't you say?" Danny. Of course. Why didn't you notice that sooner...

"Please hook me. I want this trial to be over." He huffs. "You're no fun." He removes his arm and puts a hand onto his hip, making him look a little bit like a Karen. "Hm... I'll get back to you."

After some time Danny downed Jake, Mikaela and David, having them laying on the floor. You were still working on the gen in Ormond, not able to concetrate. The gen had blown up many times even though you were REALLY trying to make it work. Maybe todays events just got to your head...

Danny comes back and grabs your arm. Without questioning him you follow and see your fellow survivors laying on the ground, whincing in pain losing a lot of blood. David looks up to you. "(Y/n)! Heal- I fucking knew it... You're working with the killer! I fucking knew it!!" Mikaela and Jake look at you with looks of disapproval, annoyance and hate. All mixed feelings, but not good ones.

Danny grins and kneels down in front of David. "Heh.. I'll be right back." He brings Jake to the hook and then Mikaela. They get sacrificed immediately. Like promised, Danny comes back. You were still standing there, not knowing what to do. You WANTED to heal David, but after him being an asshole and just treating you like shit you were starting to question things.

Danny chuckles and hands you his knife. "Now (Y/n)... Why don't you show David what you think about his mean mean behaviour earlier? I think he needs to be punished..." He puts his head on your shoulder. "C'mon... Make me proud..."

You look at Danny and grab the knife tightly in your hand kneeling down in front of David. "David...", you start. David huffs. "You're a fucking traitor... You're the reason we always lose when we're teamed up with you... Sometimes I wish you were fucking dead. Forever."

Those words hurt. Like someone plunging multiple needles in your heart. David was always a guy who loved to brag about his fights but he was there when needed in trials. But now. You despise him. You really do.

You look at the knife in your hand, knuckles white from gripping the knife so hard. David grins. "You're weak... I knew you-" Before the brit could finish his sentence you plunged the knife in his neck, making him bleed even more. He gurgles for a few seconds before closing his eyes. Now he was really dead. Not sacrificed and not mori'd... At least not by a killer.

You slowly get up and look at your now bloody hands. From behind you you could hear slow claps. Slow claps. Just like a villain in a superhero movie. You turn around.

"Damn... I really didn't think you would be able to do that... Yet you proofed me wrong. Interesting..." He smiled and takes the knife from you, cleaning it from Davids blood. Danny sighs. "Saw how they treated you earlier... I couldn't let that go 'unseen'." He sits down on one of the benches, manspreading. Quickly he pats his thigh. Not even knowing what you're doing you sit down on his thigh and let your head fall against his shoulder.

"I didn't even see you.." Danny nods. "Of course. I am Ghostface, I am a master at staying hidden." He sighs and puts his hand on your head soothingly caressing your hair.

"I didn't think survivors could be like this... Y'all are supposed to stick together when a killer is trying to. Well kill you." You sigh audibly. "I was confused and then I thought they were referring to my friendships with some of the killers including you... I didn't even know you were the killer until Mikaela pushed me into you."

"Yeah, what a move."

The wind is blowing and you shiver. Danny notices this and holds you closer to him. "Cold, are we?" He move his free hand to his mask and. Removes it?! You have never seen Danny without his mask and he looks really pretty... You look at him.

"You must trust me a lot to remove your mask..." He smiles a cheeky smile. "Think whatever you want about this. You should get the hatch as a little reward. For killing David and basically doing the dirty work for me." You just nod and get off his thigh. He grabs his mask but isn't putting it on just yet.

After a while of looking for the hatch you finally find it in the killer shack. "I'll see you around. If you want it or not."

With that he pushes you into the hatch grinning. Just before you get engulfed in the black fog, you see him putting his mask back on.

What will the others think?

[xoxoladyaz]

It Hits Different This Time, Part 2

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie x Steve Harrington

TW: Mentions of alcohol, drug abuse

QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry that the last entry was so angst heavy, I promise this one provides some comfort! Eddie needed to take a big step here and he really, really does. Also, much love to everyone who commented, I've tagged you at the bottom of the post - let me know if anyone else would like to be notified of the next entry!

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It was another five days before Steve heard from Eddie. Another five torturous days of radio silence, only this time, there wasn’t anything online. No new articles were popping up saying he’d been spotted somewhere, no new TikToks of him meeting fans on the street. The rest of the band was MIA too; Steve had thought about sending Jeff a text to check-in but ultimately decided to wait another couple days. Robin had been texting with Chrissy, after all, and if something bad had gone down, she would know.

When Eddie did finally call, it wasn’t from a number that Steve recognized.

“I’m getting a call from Malibu.”

“Holy shit!” Robin sat up on the other end of the couch and shot him a look. “Okay, just breathe dingus, okay? It’s going to be okay, I’ll be here the whole time.” She squeezed his ankle comfortingly. “You can do this.”

Steve accepted the call with shaky hands and brought his phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey Steve.”

He shut his eyes and swallowed, trying to stop his voice from cracking. “Eddie.”

He heard Eddie let out a watery laugh across the line. “Do you, uh, have a minute?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Steve hummed. He physically couldn’t get an actual word out. 

This was it. Eddie was leaving, he’d cheated, it was over – 

“I’m in rehab.”

Steve’s eyes shot open. “You’re what?”

Robin started rocking back and forth. “Turn it up!” She hissed, and Steve obliged, turning up his volume so she could just barely hear what was being said. (Was this a private conversation? Yes. Did Eddie know he’d probably immediately tell Robin everything? Also yes. 

Was this news big enough to warrant having Robin eavesdrop?

Absolutely yes.)

“Yeah, I’m, uh, at the Promises Treatment Center in Malibu,” Eddie continued. “We got back about five days ago and when I saw your note, I – 

“Look, Steve,” Eddie continued, and his voice was choked up, like he himself couldn’t speak, “I fucked up. I’ve fucked everything up. You are – you said in that note that you didn’t want me to give up on my dreams, and you’re right, making it big and getting famous for my music was my dream for literal years. Because I kept thinking “once I get a record out there,” “once I go on tour,” “once I win a Grammy,” “once I get a million dollars,” then I’d finally be happy. 

“But it turns out the only thing being famous has done is make me pretty fucking miserable,” Eddie let out a harsh laugh. “But I was so goddamn convinced that this was it, you know, that I’d accomplished my dreams so I must be happy that I started taking whatever I could get my fucking hands on to make me feel that way. The thing is drugs and the alcohol and the parties never made it fucking last. It just made every other second that I was in the public eye that much worse.

“But I’d still made it, you know? I felt like I didn’t deserve to feel this fucking miserable. And everyone back home was so fucking proud and I didn’t want to let them down - ” Eddie paused for a few moments to clear his throat before continuing. “I didn’t want to let you down. Because Eddie “The Freak” Munson didn’t deserve you, but maybe Eddie “The Rock Star” could.”

Steve can feel his own throat closing up and he can barely see Robin’s face, his eyes are watering that bad. “Baby,” he sobbed. “I wish you’d told me.”

“Me too,” Eddie sniffled across the line. “I didn’t though, I just kept self-medicating and ignoring it, because that’s always worked,” he huffed sarcastically. “But then - ” Eddie cut off again, and Steve can hear that he’s trying so hard to hold back his own sobs, “then I came home last week and realized that I’d missed our goddamn anniversary because I was too fucking high and that you were gone and I just – I called Jeff and I told him to get me on a plane out here because you – you, Steve Harrington, you are the best thing in my goddamn life. And the only dream I want to chase now is the one where we get married and adopt some kids and grow old together.”

“Eddie,” Steve sobbed out again, and he heard Eddie start to cry too, and then suddenly they were crying together, even from hundreds of miles away.

“So I’m gonna be here for the next six weeks,” Eddie finally continued, his voice still full of tears. “I’m, uh, meeting with a therapist for a few hours every day and working through my shit. I wanna be a guy who deserves good things, baby. I wanna be a guy who deserves you.”

“What – what about the band?” Steve sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. A handful of Kleenex appeared in front of him. Robin must have gotten up to grab them at some point. He shot her a thankful nod and patted at his eyes; Robin nodded back and did the same, her face flushed that bright shade of red that accompanied her own tears.

“Murray wrote a provision into our contract where if one of us checks into rehab, then the band is instantly put on a two-year, non-negotiable hiatus.”

“But – what about your momentum, the label kept talking about it?”

“The label can go fuck themselves” Eddie practically growled over the phone. “Who do you think hosted the party where I first got my hands on the hardcore stuff anyways?”

“Babe - ”

“Murray said he was going to look into some sort of contract termination so we can sign somewhere else. And even if we didn’t have that thing written into our contract, we probably would have gone on hiatus anyways, or worse. That – the last leg was rough. Gareth was just as fucked up as I was and Jeff was fucking pissed. He kept having to pull Gareth out of orgies and shit while babysitting Phil and I too.”

“Did,” Steve swallowed harshly, “did - ”

“No, baby, never,” Eddie declared quickly. “Even when I couldn’t fucking see straight, you were the only one I wanted to be with. I honestly don’t even know who we were partying with at the end there, the label sent them for some PR shit, I don’t know. It’s just another reason why we want out.”

“Oh,” Steve murmured, “okay. Good. Or, well, not good. You know.”

“Yeah, baby, I do,” Eddie replied softly. 

They sat in silence for a few moments, just listening to each other breathe. “I, uh,” Eddie started up again quietly, “I’m wearing the ring.”

“Yeah?” Steve found himself smiling despite the fresh tears welling up in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice was just as choked up as before. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Eddie - ”

“Look, I know, I know I hurt you so, so badly and I’m never going to fucking forgive myself for what I did, but I – you’re everything I want, baby. If I had to give up Corroded Coffin tomorrow for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. And I – I know I can’t expect for you to just, like, forgive me after the shit I pulled, but – will you be there, when I get out? Can I – I want to come home to you,” Eddie finished, and Steve could hear that he was crying again.

Steve looked over at Robin, who was wiping more tears out of her own eyes. They looked at each other for a few moments.

It might be crazy, but I think I want to say yes.

I don't blame you. I mean, this is one hell of an apology, especially from Mr. “I’ll Never Need to Go to Rehab Ever.”

Yeah. And I love him.

And you love him.

“I’ll be there,” Steve murmured reassuringly, and Eddie burst into a new wave of muffled sobs on the other end of the phone. “Just do what you need to do and come home when you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting for home.”

“At home?” Eddie’s voice broke on a whimper.

“At home. I’ll even clean the bathrooms and everything,” Steve joked, and Eddie let out a loud laugh despite the quiet sobs Steve could still hear. 

“Really? You’ll be there?”

“Yeah, Eddie. I’ll be there. We can get through this.”

“Together.”

“Together. Because I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie let out an incredulous laugh again, “I love you so fucking much, baby. I’m going to marry the fuck out of you someday.”

“Save the sweet talk for when you get home, okay?” Steve could feel his heart settling in his chest, and whatever tears he’d had left to cry were all gone now. There was just the twinge of missing Eddie, but that would go away soon enough. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Eds.”

“Thanks, baby.” Eddie’s answer was soft now. “So I, uh, get a couple hours to call people every day from one of the site’s phones. Can I keep calling you?”

“Please,” Steve heard Eddie exhale in relief. “Every day sounds perfect.”

“Good, good. I’ll have to, uh, use some of my time to talk to Wayne, but the rest of it is yours, baby. And Gareth, Jeff threw him into a different center too. His check-in was much less voluntary though.”

“Shit,” Steve winced. “Is there anything Robin or I can do to help?”

“Take Jeff and Chrissy out to a nice dinner and use the Amex,” Eddie snorted, causing Steve to laugh.

“Consider it done.”

“Good." Steve heard the sound of another voice behind Eddie. Eddie replied something Steve couldn't understand, but it was in the affirmative. "Doc says my time is up for today. My, uh, talk with Wayne took up a lot of time,” Eddie returned, and his voice trembled as he spoke. “But I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll see you in six weeks.”

“Yes you will.” Steve shut his eyes and imagined Eddie was standing right in front of him. Eddie with his riotous curls and holey graphic tees and tight jeans. Eddie with his rings on his fingers, with Steve’s ring on his finger. Eddie, standing across from him and smiling at him with that twinkle in his eye that had first caught Steve’s attention all those years ago. 

“I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll see you on the other side.”

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