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You are right, very common tattoo. Was just curious as she looked familiar too so maybe had some cool meaning.
But who knows right, and I know, privacy and all. Sometimes curiosity kills the cat at night when bored lol
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I replied to your other ask but ye it seems like this artist did a lot of those designs. I don't know this lady but she seems pretty cool. Thank you for enjoying this mess of a blog hehe <3
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Hi!! I always see fics of Charles being the one who isnât believed heâs in a relationship (and i eat it all up cause itâs such a fun trope đ) but what if itâs the readerâs turn. Like sheâs a normal university student who always talks about her boyfriend but her friends and her fellow students just donât believe her so Charles decides to surprise her and just be the proof. Thanks in advance!!
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Charles Leclerc x engineering student!Reader
Summary: You are living the dream ⊠except no one actually believes that your boyfriend is really your boyfriend
You walk into class after the winter break with a sun-kissed glow and a new watch on your wrist.
Your friend Matteo notices it immediately and lets out a low whistle.
âWow, that has to be the most realistic looking fake Iâve ever seen! Where did you get it?â He asks with a grin.
You roll your eyes but smile back. âItâs not a fake. Charles gave it to me for Christmas.â
Your friends barely give you a chance to get the last word out before they burst out laughing. You feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment and annoyance.
âOh sure, Iâm certain that your very real boyfriend, Charles Leclerc the Formula 1 driver, just happened to give you a âŹ340,000 Richard Mille for Christmas,â your other friend Livia jokes.
âCome on guys, Iâm serious! Charles and I have been dating for months now. We met when I was interning with Ferrari last year,â you insist.
But your friends just keep chuckling and shaking their heads in disbelief.
âIf you were really dating an F1 driver, you would be posting cute couple-y pics all over Instagram. Thereâs no way anyone in that position could resist showing off a little,â Matteo argues.
You let out an exasperated sigh. You and Charles agreed to keep your relationship out of the public eye for now to avoid media scrutiny. But your friends just see this as further proof that youâre making it all up.
âMaybe heâs embarrassed to be seen with an engineering student,â Livia quips.
That stings a bit, even though you know she doesnât mean for it to.
You slump down in your chair, absentmindedly fiddling with the exquisite watch on your wrist. You hadnât realized it was worth so much when Charles gave it to you. The way his eyes lit up when you unwrapped it on Christmas morning was priceless. He was so excited to spoil you in any way he could. And now your friends think itâs just a cheap fake.
Charles is always doing ridiculously romantic things like flying you out on a private jet just so you can spend any free weekends together and sending you bouquets of roses bigger than you are. But no one believes that heâs really your boyfriend. To them, itâs all just part of an elaborate scheme youâve concocted.
You met Charles when you were one of ten engineering graduate students selected for a prestigious internship with Scuderia Ferrari. You spent six months working in Maranello, learning from some of motorsportâs brightest minds.
Charles took an interest in you immediately. He would come by your workstation in the aerodynamics lab, peppering you with thoughtful questions about your projects. You would discuss aerodynamic principles and simulations for hours. Even ex-team principal Mattia Binotto said the two of you had a visible âsynergy.â
Your internship had since ended but your relationship with Charles continued. You tried to play it cool at first, not wanting to seem overly eager. The day after you went back to study in Milan, he asked you out to dinner. Your first date lasted five hours as you talked endlessly about everything under the sun. You were amazed at how you never ran out of things to discuss.
Over the next few months, you grew closer and closer. Charles would take weekend trips to Milan just to see you, even if it was only for a few hours. He told you that you grounded him and reminded him that there was more to life than racing.
When he asked you to be his girlfriend after inviting you to the Monaco Grand Prix, you were shocked but ecstatic. You knew then that your hectic schedules wonât make it easy but Charles is unlike anyone youâve ever known. He makes your heart race faster than a V12 engine.
Youâre shaken from your reminiscing as Matteo waves a hand in front of your face. âEarth to Y/N! Come on, tell us where you got the watch. I want to get one too! It looks so identical to the real thing that we could probably sell it to some suckers on eBay.â
You shake your head with a huff. âForget it, Iâll tell you all about my âfakeâ boyfriend another time.â
For now, youâre just counting down the days until you can see Charles again.
No matter what anyone else may think, the two of you know that your love is real.
***
Youâre humming along to your playlist as you drive Charlesâ Purosangue on the winding roads leading to Milan. The SUV handles like a dream and youâre thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having 715 horsepower under your feet.
Your own trusty Fiat had broken down while visiting Charles in Monaco over the weekend. He insisted you take the Purosangue for the almost four hour drive back rather than waiting for a rental. You tried to decline at first, anxious about driving such an expensive vehicle. But Charles wouldnât take no for an answer.
âI donât like the idea of you driving all that way alone in some random rental car,â he argued. âThis will be much safer and more comfortable for you, mon amour.â
You finally relented, unable to resist when he turned on the charm. Charles gave you a lengthy tutorial of all the carâs features before sending you off with a lengthy kiss and plans for your next visit.
As you pull into the Politecnico di Milano parking lot, you realize just what a scene youâre about to cause. The other students are used to seeing you in your almost ten-year-old Fiat, not a glittering metallic Ferrari.
Sure enough, jaws drop and whispers follow you as you step out of the driverâs seat. Matteo quickly spots you from across the lot and comes jogging over eagerly.
âNo way! Is that ... is that a Purosangue?â He gapes. âWhat are you doing with that?â
âFunny story actually. My car broke down when I was visiting Charles in Monaco last weekend. So he let me borrow this while mine is in the shop.â
Matteo stares at you blankly. âVisiting Charles ... in Monaco?â He throws his head back and laughs. âYour dedication to this bit is honestly impressive, Y/N. But thereâs no way that the Charles Leclerc just gave you his Ferrari to drive back to Milan.â
You sigh but youâre determined not to let Matteo get under your skin this time. âBelieve what you want. But I had an amazing weekend with my boyfriend before heading back to reality today.â
You head into class, Matteo trailing behind you, still shaking his head in disbelief. Livia immediately jumps up when she sees you.
âShut up, is that really a Ferrari outside?â She gasps. You nod nonchalantly and take your seat.
âY/N here is trying to convince us that her boyfriend let her borrow it over the weekend,â Matteo says with an exaggerated eye roll.
âYou do realize those start at âŹ390,000 right?â Livia says. âWhy on earth would Charles Leclerc of all people let you drive his brand new ultra luxury SUV around?â
You throw your up hands in indignation. âMaybe because heâs my boyfriend and he wanted to help me out! Why is that so hard for you guys to believe?â
But instead of listening to you, other classmates join the conversation and chime in with their own theories about why you suddenly have a Ferrari.
âMaybe she rented it to play a prank on everyone,â suggests Liam.
âNo way,â Eva argues. âMaybe she got a big inheritance? Some distant rich relative died and left their fortune to Y/N?â
You groan internally. But before you can respond, your professor walks in and instructs everyone to take their seats.
Through the lecture, you catch people whispering and pointing discreetly at you. By the time class ends, you just want to go home and video chat with Charles about your frustrating day.
As you pack up your things, Livia comes over. âSo have you thought about what youâll tell people when they see you getting out of that Ferrari for the foreseeable future?â She asks.
You blink at her. âThe truth? That Charles loaned it to me while my car is in the shop,â you say slowly.
She pats your shoulder. âCome on Y/N, the joke was funny at first but now itâs just getting sad. No one actually believes that youâre dating Charles Leclerc and driving his cars around. Just tell us where you really got it so we can all move on from this weird fantasy life youâve constructed.â
You stand up abruptly, shoving your notebook in your bag. âItâs not a fantasy,â you spit sharply. âItâs my real life and Iâm sorry you canât accept that. But I donât need to convince you or anyone else.â
You storm out of the classroom, blinking back frustrated tears.
Pulling out your phone, you text Charles.
I miss you. My friends still think Iâm making this all up. I canât wait to see you in Spain next race.
Charles texts back immediately.
Not as much as I miss you. Donât worry about what other people think, we know our love is real.
And you looked so hot driving my car đ
You smile down at your phone, comforted by his words. You may never get your friends and classmates to believe your relationship, but as long as you and Charles know the truth, thatâs all that truly matters.
Sliding back behind the wheel of the shiny Ferrari, you feel your stress melt away. Who cares what anyone thinks? You have an amazing boyfriend who trusts you with his most prized possessions. And someday when you and Charles are ready to share your love with the world, everyoneâs jaws will drop in disbelief.
For now, youâll just enjoy the ride.
***
Itâs nearly time for summer break and youâre sitting outside with Matteo, Livia, and some other friends, soaking up the sunshine.
âWe should all go backpacking around the Greek islands in August!â Suggests Livia. âWe could start in Athens, then ferry to Mykonos, Santorini, and end in Crete. Whoâs in?â
Everyone voices their enthusiasm for the idea. Then Matteo turns to you. âHow about it, Y/N? Take a break from your âboyfriendâ and come adventuring with us common folk.â
You take a deep breath and stir your coffee, debating on how to break the news. âThat sounds amazing but I already have plans for the summer.â
âOh yeah? Going home to see your family?â Matteo asks.
You take a deep breath. âActually, Charles and I are going on a vacation for a few weeks.â
Your friends erupt into laughter.
âA holiday? With Charles Leclerc?â Livia giggles. âGirl, your fantasies are really taking off lately!â
You frown in annoyance. âIâm serious. Charles chartered a yacht and everything. I wish you could see how excited he is for our first big trip together. Heâs been planning it for months.â
Livia pats your hand gently. âSweetie, we know youâre probably feeling financial pressure with school and all. You donât have to lie about going off on some glamorous vacation. If you canât afford to join us in Greece, just say so.â
You stare at her in disbelief. âThis isnât about money. Charles and I have been looking forward to this since the start of the season! Iâm sorry that our relationship is still so unbelievable to you.â
Your aggravation must show on your face because Matteo holds up his hands appeasingly. âLook, Iâm sure whatever you end up doing this summer will be great. But clearly this whole Charles charade has gone too far. Itâs time to come clean.â
You stand up abruptly, grabbing your things. âI donât need to come clean about anything. My relationship with Charles is real, whether you choose to believe it or not.â
You storm off fuming. Your friendsâ outright refusal to even entertain the notion that you could be dating Charles is so patronizing and demeaning. Do they really think so little of you?
That night, you vent to Charles over FaceTime about the conversation.
âI just donât get why itâs so hard for them to believe me! I know weâre not exactly a super conventional couple but itâs like they think Iâm delusional,â you sigh.
Charles gives you a sympathetic smile. âIâm sorry theyâre being like this, mon cĆur. But try not to let it upset you too much. We know the truth about our love. Thatâs what matters.â
You nod, cheered as always by his encouragement. âYouâre right. Iâm just so excited for our trip! Sailing around the Mediterranean with you all to myself? Itâs going to be a dream.â
Charles grins. âOh I canât wait either. The yacht has a hot tub on deck under the stars. I want to make sure itâs just as magical as you deserve.â
You spend the rest of the call discussing your vacation itinerary and plans for when your families will join you in Sardinia.
Charles reassures you again not to worry about what others think.
âSoon weâll share our love with the world. But for now, letâs just focus on us,â he says softly.
By the time you hang up, your frustration has faded. Matteo and Livia may not believe you but in a few short weeks youâll be cruising the bright blue Mediterranean with the man of your dreams.
The day finally comes for your trip to begin. As Charles helps you aboard the sleek yacht, you forget all about your friends. They donât know him like you do. And they definitely donât know how he kisses you goodbye at the airport or the special way his eyes light up when he says âI love you.â
This vacation will be everything youâve been dreaming of. And you know Charles will do whatever it takes to make it unforgettable.
As the yacht pulls away from the marina, the only thing on your mind is the blissful weeks ahead with your love. Everything else fades blissfully into the background.
***
You walk with the group of engineering students through the halls of Maranello, thrilled to be back at the Ferrari factory. You did your internship here last year but walking around still feels surreal.
As you pass the simulator room, you hear someone call your name.
âY/N! Hold on a second!â
You turn and see Gianni, one of the simulator engineers you befriended during your internship. He jogs over holding a sleek black ring.
âCharles left this after his session the other day,â he presses the familiar band into your palm. âCan you get it back to him?â Gianni asks.
You grin, turning the ring over in your hands. Charles hates taking off his Oura fitness tracker but has to for simulator runs.
âOf course, Iâll give it back to him when Iâm in Monaco.â
You turn back to your friends, expecting this to be the final push they need to believe you.
But Livia just rolls her eyes. âCome on Y/N, he is obviously in on this whole charade. I bet you convinced him to play along!â
The other students nod, chuckling. Your smile disappears.
âWhat? No, Gianni and I really worked together when I interned here! This isnât some weird prank,â you insist.
Matteo pats your shoulder condescendingly. âItâs alright, you donât have to keep pretending with us. We get it, you want people to think youâre dating Charles Leclerc. But itâs getting kind of sad now.â
You clench your fists in frustration as the group moves on. Why are they being so stubborn? You clearly know people here and have a real connection to Charles.
When you pass the aerodynamics lab, your mood lifts a bit. Your favorite team leader, Fabio, is there working on computational fluid dynamics simulations.
âY/N! So great to see you back here!â He greets you warmly and pulls you into a friendly hug.
You chat with him for a few minutes, explaining about the visit. As you say goodbye, he adds, âTell Charles I said hi when you see him this weekend!â
But Matteo just scoffs as you walk away. âLet me guess â heâs in on it too?â
You donât even bother responding this time, too irritated. Why should you have to convince your so-called friends of anything? You donât owe them proof when theyâre clearly set on ignoring it.
As the tour concludes, Livia pulls you aside, her expression serious.
âLook Y/N, weâre a bit worried about you. All these stories ... it just seems unhealthy. We think you should talk to someone,â she says gently.
You gape at her. âUnhealthy? Because I mentioned my boyfriend a few times on a trip to his workplace? You guys are unbelievable.â
Livia frowns. âCome on, itâs more than that and you know it. The jewelry, the car, the traveling ... itâs all an elaborate fantasy life. We just want whatâs best for you.â
You feel anger bubbling up inside you. Livia reaches for your arm but you jerk away.
âYou want whatâs best for me? Then start believing me! I love Charles and he loves me. I donât need therapy just because you refuse to accept the facts,â you snap.
Livia looks taken aback. You donât wait for her response, just turn on your heel and stalk away fuming.
You pull out your phone and call Charles, needing to vent. When he picks up, the sound of his voice instantly calms you.
Charles listens patiently as you recount the horrible field trip. âIâm so sorry theyâre being like this, ma belle,â he soothes. âBut you handled it well. Donât let them make you question yourself.â
You sigh. âI just wish they could see how happy you make me. I hate that our love seems so unbelievable.â
âItâs their loss for not seeing what we have,â Charles replies. âSoon everyone will realize that I only have eyes for you.â
You chat for a while longer, feeling reassured. Your friendsâ doubt used to make you sad but now it mostly just angers you.
You know the truth. This weekend when you fly to Monaco and fall asleep in Charlesâ arms, what Matteo and Livia think wonât matter one bit.
The only thing that matters is the love between you and Charles.
And one day, both of you will make sure the whole world knows that itâs as real as it gets.
***
Itâs Friday morning and youâre stuck in your Principles of Advanced Aerodynamics lecture, anxiously watching the clock.
The Italian Grand Prix weekend starts today but your professor refused to excuse you from class early. Which means youâre missing out on precious hours with Charles before free practice later today.
You resigned yourself to not seeing him until tonight when the classroom door bursts open.
And there stands Charles, looking unfairly handsome in a Ferrari branded polo and jeans.
âSorry to interrupt professor,â Charles flashes a charming grin. âBut Iâm going to need to steal Y/N away for the weekend.â
He shoots you a playful wink and your heart melts.
Your classmates erupt in excited whispers as they realize that the Charles Leclerc is standing in front of them. Your professorâs lips are moving but no discernible sound comes out.
The professor struggles to find words for a moment. âYouâre ... youâre Charles Leclerc!â He stammers.
Charles smiles humbly. âYes sir. And as Iâm sure you know, the free practice for the Italian Grand Prix starts today. Iâll need to have my good luck charm there with from the very start.â
He extends his hand to you.
You grab your bag, legs wobbling as you make your way to the front. Charles wraps a supportive arm around your waist.
âYou see professor, Y/N is my biggest supporter. My results improve dramatically when sheâs present. So surely any Ferrari fan would agree that she must be trackside all weekend?â Charles urges charmingly.
The professor nods mutely before seeming to find his voice again. âYes, of course! We certainly want the best results for Ferrari here at home. Y/N, youâre excused for the day. If you give me just a moment ...â He rummages through his bag with shaking hands and pulls out a Ferrari phone case.
âWould you mind?â He asks sheepishly.
âNot at all,â Charles smiles, taking the case and scrawling his signature across it with a provided permanent marker.
Your professor looks ready to faint. âThank you so much. Enjoy the race weekend. Forza Ferrari, sempre!â
Trying not to laugh, you quickly gather up the rest of your things. Your friends watch wide-eyed as Charles takes your hand.
âReady, mon amour?â He asks.
When you nod, he sweeps you into his arms and kisses you passionately in front of the entire class.
âI missed you,â he murmurs against your lips.
You cling to him, dizzy from the kiss. âNot as much as I missed you. I canât believe you came here just to pick me up.â
Charles caresses your cheek. âIâll always come for you. Now letâs get going to Monza. I want to show you how much I appreciated your good luck texts before practice.â
He keeps your hand clasped firmly in his as you make your way outside. When you glance back through the windows, your classmates are still staring after you in stunned disbelief.
Once youâre in the familiar 488 Pista, you finally let out the laugh youâve been suppressing. âDid you see the looks on everyoneâs faces? I thought Professor Mancini was actually going to faint.â
Charles grins. âI know dramatic gestures arenât usually my style but I wanted them to see once and for all that youâre mine.â
He lifts your intertwined hands to his lips. âNo more doubting our love after today. And I meant what I said â youâre my good luck charm, Y/N. Having you here this weekend means everything.â
You smile up at him softly. âIâm just happy I can be here to support you.â
He kisses you deeply, still parked outside of the Politecnico, not caring who sees. And you know without a doubt that this amazing man and your once-in-a-lifetime romance are completely real.
The rest of the day flies by in a blur of excitement. In between practice sessions, Charles takes any chance he can to steal moments alone with you in his driverâs room.
His tender kisses and whispered reminders of his love send your heart racing faster than an F1 car.
***
Itâs race day in Monza and youâre walking through the paddock hand-in-hand with Charles. His physio and press officer trail behind you both as Charles waves to the cheering Tifosi in the stands.
Suddenly, you hear voices calling your name.
You look over to see Matteo and Livia leaning over the fence, trying to get your attention.
âY/N! Weâre so sorry we didnât believe you!â Livia shouts.
âPlease come talk to us!â Yells Matteo. âWe feel awful about everything!â
You stop short, conflicting emotions swirling through you. Charles senses your hesitation and squeezes your hand supportively.
âWhat do you want to do, mon cĆur?â He asks. âI can try to get them paddock passes last minute if you want to talk.â
You bite your lip. Part of you wants them to witness first-hand the depth of your relationship with Charles. To show them just how wrong they were to mock and belittle your love.
But another part of you is still hurt by their stubborn refusal to believe you all this time. Do they really deserve VIP paddock access after the way they treated you?
âI donât know, Charles ... they were so patronizing about our relationship for so long. Iâm not sure they deserve the reward of paddock access after demeaning my feelings,â you reply.
Charles nods thoughtfully. âI understand. Itâs completely up to you, of course. But it could be nice for them to see up close just how real our love is. Watching us together will help it finally sink in.â
You feel a smile tugging at your lips. Charles does make an appealing case ...
âAlright, I canât say no to that adorable face,â you laugh and kiss his cheek. âBut maybe keep them waiting a bit first as payback!â
Charles grins mischievously. âI think that can be arranged.â He pulls you in for a passionate kiss, dipping you backwards dramatically.
The crowd erupts in cheers and whistles, a wild and beautiful sea of Rosso Corsa.
When you come up for air, you see your friends watching open-mouthed from the stands. Charles winks at them over your shoulder before leading you away, his arm curled firmly around your waist.
Several hours later, Matteo and Livia finally receive their paddock passes. They rush over to you right away, profusely apologizing again.
âSeeing you and Charles together in class was unbelievable, but this ...â Matteo trails off, darting around at the bustling paddock with wide eyes. âYou really are dating an F1 driver!â
You exchange an amused look with Charles. âYes, that is what Iâve been trying to tell you for many months now,â you laugh.
Livia hugs you tightly. âIâm so sorry for ever doubting you. But after today, weâll never question your relationship again.â
Charles wraps an arm around your shoulder. âI hope after witnessing our love up close, you will see there is nothing Y/N wouldnât do for me, just as I would do the same for her.â He gazes down at you tenderly and you feel your heart skip a beat.
You and Charles both laugh as your friends turn red. âWeâre really happy for you two,â mumbles Matteo. âHopefully we can all start over now.â
Charles smiles kindly. âOf course! Y/Nâs happiness is what matters most to me and I know how important her friends are to her.â
You feel yourself falling even more in love with this man and his endless patience and compassion.
The race keeps you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. When Charles takes the top step on the podium, you and your friends scream loudly enough to be heard in Milan.
That night at the celebration, Charles gives a sweet toast about how your love inspires him.
Matteo and Livia watch with tears in their eyes.
âWow, when you said your boyfriend was romantic, you really meant it,â Livia whispers.
âI told you, Charles is one-of-a-kind. Iâm so lucky to be his and to be loved by him.â
Charles comes over and pulls you into his arms, nuzzling your hair. âIâm the lucky one, mon ange.â
He stops and takes both of your hands, gazing into your eyes intently. âI never want you to doubt what we have, Y/N. You are everything to me. My whole world.â
Matteo shakes his head in wonder as he takes in the pure love clearly shining in both of your eyes. âWeâre so sorry we ever doubted that what you have is real. Seeing you together, itâs obvious your love is straight out of a fairytale.â
You grin up at Charles, your heart overflowing. With his kisses still lingering on your lips and surrounded by friends who finally believe, you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Now everyone can see your love just as clearly as the two of you always have.
***
Today is the day youâve been working towards for years â your graduation from the Politecnico di Milano with your Laurea Magistrale in Aeronautical Engineering.
The auditorium is packed with proud families as you line up with your classmates, dressed in formal robes and caps. Charles insisted on coming, despite it being right before the start of a triple header. And having him here means the world to you.
When your name is called, you grin widely as Charlesâ cheers rise above the polite applause of the audience. He gives you a standing ovation, not caring that he is blocking everyoneâs view.
His pride and support brings happy tears to your eyes. You blow him a discreet kiss and see him pretend to catch it, pressing his hand to his heart.
After the ceremony ends, you rush straight into Charlesâ arms. He swings you around then kisses you deeply. âIâm so proud of you, mon amour! All of your hard work has paid off.â
You hug him tight, overwhelmed with emotions. âHaving you here today, supporting me every step ... itâs the best gift I could ask for.â
Charles strokes your hair tenderly. âI wouldnât have missed this for anything. But I do have one more surprise ...â
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope with the unmistakable Ferrari seal.
Handing it to you, Charles bounces excitedly on his toes. âGo on, open it!â
With shaking hands, you open the letter and read the words offering you a position as a Junior Aerodynamics Engineer with Scuderia Ferrari.
âCharles, what ... how ...â you stammer in shock.
He smiles widely. âEnrico Cardile was very impressed with the work you did during your internship as well as your thesis.â
You continue staring at the letter. âBut I donât want special treatment just because Iâm your girlfriend. I want to earn a position at Ferrari on my own merits,â you say uncertainly.
Charles grasps your hands. âMon ange, you know I would never influence the teamâs decisions. They want you because of your skills, not our relationship. I only asked if I could deliver the news as a graduation gift when I found out.â
You bite your lip. âItâs just ... I donât want anyone thinking that I didnât earn this.â
âListen to me,â Charles quickly gets serious. âYou are the most talented, driven, and intelligent person I know. Youâve worked relentlessly for this and Ferrari recognizes that. Please donât doubt for one second that you deserve this.â
His sincere words dissolve your concerns. Heâs right â you interned successfully with the team already. You can do this.
You throw your arms around him again. âThen I accept the offer! Iâm going to be a Formula 1 aerodynamicist!â
âYou will be incredible, Y/N. I canât wait to see you thriving there. Youâre going to change the world with that beautiful mind of yours.â
You cling to him, overwhelmed with emotions. âI couldnât have done any of this without your love and support. You gave me the strength to keep pursuing my dreams.â
Charles tips your forehead to his, eyes shining. âAnd you gave me the gift of true love. My life is so much richer with you in it.â
He kisses you until youâre both smiling too widely to continue. Taking his hand, you turn to look out at the gathered families, classmates, and professors mingling around.
Just months ago, no one believed your relationship with Charles was real. But here you stand, ready to take on the world together.
Your storybook romance has grown into an unshakable partnership.
As Charles squeezes your hand, you know that the next chapter of your lives will be even better. You canât wait to build your future with this amazing man â both on and off the track.
***
10 years later
You take a deep breath as you walk into the familiar lecture hall at the Politecnico di Milano. Looking out at the eager young students, you remember sitting in their place not so long ago. Back when you were just starting your engineering studies, never dreaming you would one day return as a guest lecturer.
Charles insisted on coming with you today and you scan the room until you spot him sitting inconspicuously in the back row, trying his hardest not to draw attention to himself. He gives you an encouraging thumbs up.
âGood morning, everyone. For those who donât know me, I am Y/N Leclerc â Head of Aero Development at Scuderia Ferrari and former student right here at Polimi.â
As you start your lecture on the aerodynamic theory behind Ferrariâs latest championship-winning car, you easily slip back into the familiar rhythms of university life.
Discussing complex simulations and wind tunnel testing with these eager minds reminds you of the days you were in their shoes.
You can hardly believe itâs been 10 years since you sat in this very room, never imagining the incredible journey ahead.
After joining Ferrari, you and Charles found ways to balance your personal and professional lives through compassion and communication.
Winning your first World Championship together was a euphoric blur of champagne and ecstatic team celebrations. Being the first female Director of Aerodynamics in Formula 1 was daunting but Charles never stopped believing in you.
When he got down on one knee after winning in Monza and asked you to be his wife, it was one of the happiest moments of your life. Planning a wedding while chasing championships was no easy feat but your passion for racing and each other kept you going.
Now, five championships later, youâve settled into a blissful rhythm as partners both on and off the track. There were tough times and painful losses but coming home to each otherâs arms helped erase the remnants of any bad day.
As you wrap up the lecture and open the floor to questions, a female student raises her hand. âAs a woman working in F1, whatâs the best advice you can give aspiring engineers like me?â
You smile, thinking back on your own self-doubts starting out. âDonât be afraid to take up space and make your voice heard,â you tell her. âFormula 1 needs more brilliant women like you. If you love the science and the cars, pursue this career fiercely no matter what anyone says.â
The student thanks you excitedly and you make a mental note to talk to Charles about establishing an engineering scholarship for female students.
After the lecture finishes, Charles comes up to greet you with a tender kiss. âYou were incredible up there. Iâm so proud to call you my wife.â
You kiss him back, still just as dizzyingly in love as that first date all those years ago. âI couldnât have done it without my biggest cheerleader here supporting me.â
As you walk hand-in-hand back to the car, you think about how far youâve come together.
A storybook romance, successful careers, and most importantly, an unbreakable partnership built on love and trust.
When Charles said your love would overcome any doubt, you never imagined how right he would be.
But now, as the Italian sunlight glints off your matching wedding bands, you know the best is still yet to come.
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Code of Conduct 4
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary:Â your boss has a difficult time keeping his personal life from bleeding into his work.Â
Characters: Steve Rogers, this reader is known as Rosie.
Authorâs Note:Â Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. Iâm always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourselfđ
đŒPart of the Bad Bosses AUđŒ
âAre you sure you want to keep working?â You ask Mr. Rogers as you bring in the printed report he requested.Â
âYeah, canât really go home...â he mutters as he takes the report with a brittle smile.Â
âI guess, but you could... take some time for yourself. I can call your one oâclock,â you offer.Â
âRosie, youâre wonderful. But I need the distraction.âÂ
âOkay, Iâcan I get you anything? A tea? When I feel down, I have this lavender chamomile in my desk that helps me feel better.âÂ
He looks at you, his blue eyes sparkling. You really canât handle him crying. His eyes are already pink and puffy from the tears he hid in his closed office.Â
âYouâre so sweet,â he sniffs.Â
âLook that over and Iâll steep the tea,â you insist.Â
You leave him before your ingrained sympathy can have you joining his pity party. You feel awful for him but lost too. Youâre not sure how to handle all this. Relationships have always been a bit of a mystery to you. You have lot of friends but never found anyone to be more than.Â
You take your time in the break room. You smell like vinaigrette. Itâs another reminder of the chaotic morning. The kettle pops and you pour the water over the tea bag. You bob it up and down with the string and make your way back to Mr. Rogerâs office.Â
He thanks you as you set it down and warn him itâs hot. He runs his thumb up and down the edge of a page then looks up at you. Â
âAnything else, sir?âÂ
âYou... you said you feel down sometimes?â He asks.Â
âOh, well, yeah, but everyone does.âÂ
âBut... about what? Why would you feel down?â He lowers the stapled papers onto the desk.Â
âJust... things, sir. Nothing big. Itâs just the way people are.âÂ
âYou-- you have everything, Rosie. Youâre so bright and bubbly. What could make you sad?â He pivots his chair towards you. âWho do I gotta give a talking to around here?âÂ
âNo one, sir. Really. I guess I just need a pick-me-up from time to time.âÂ
He nods and looks down. You hover on the other side of his desk. You should get back to work but you donât know if you should leave him.Â
âI get lonely too.â He lifts his chin up. âEven when Peggyâs right next to me. I get it.âÂ
âSir?âÂ
âYou said youâre not married, right? IâI'm sorry if I assumed--â he cringes. âWow, Iâm so embarrassing.âÂ
âItâs... itâs fine. I have friends and we have lots of fun. My friend Missie, sheâs really cool. She lies to tie-dye. We do that sometimes. And you,â you perk up, âyou have Mr. Barnes, right? He told me that you twohave known each other forever.âÂ
âHe told you that?â Rogers tilts his head.Â
âWell, sure, heâs a bit chatty when he stops by.âÂ
âHe is?â A brow arches curiously and ripples his forehead. âI shouldnât be surprised. Youâre so easy to talk to. Even with someone like him.âÂ
âErm, I guess. I just try to see the positive. You know. Um, I donât mean to presume because I canât begin to know but I know Peggy loves you. And you have a good job and you can fix this, Mr. Rogers. You could try counselling or I donât know. Like I said, I donât know much,â you shrug.Â
âWe did counselling,â he picks up the mug and blows the steam away, inhaling the scent. âShe stormed out of that too. Weâve tried a lot of things. A second honeymoon, a vow renewal, everything.â He looks down and his shoulders slump. He looks tiny even though heâs a big man.Â
âIâm sorry, sir, I didnât mean to overstep.âÂ
âYou didnât,â he inhales and pushes his shoulders straight. âYouâre right, I can do something. I can put myself first. I think... I think I need to look into leaving.âÂ
You blink. Youâre speechless. It feels like too much. Not his suggestion, just that heâs saying it to you. Youâre fine getting him coffee and sorting his schedule but you havenât been trained for this.Â
âYou should do whatâs best for you, sir.âÂ
He nods and tastes the tea. âItâs good, Rose,â He sets the cup down. âThanks. Youâre... youâre too good to me.âÂ
âItâs just tea. Iâll let you enjoy it in peace and I gotta get back to it.â You smile. âLet me know if you need anything else.âÂ
âWill do,â he utters glumly.Â
You slowly turn away and stride out. You feel a tugging in your stomach. Like guilt. You feel bad leaving him like that. Yet, you donât know what else you can do for him. Missie would know. She always knows how to make things better. Maybe you could ask her but itâs a long story.Â
Hm.Â
You take out your phone and open up the conversation. You giggle at the kitten pictures she sent you last night. It takes several attempts to get it right; âhey, Miss, what would you do for someone going through a break-up? Tryna do something nice. Thx <3âÂ
Youâre sure sheâll come up with something, even without all the details. You tuck your phone away and turn back to your screen. As you do, an email pings into Mr. Rogersâ inbox. Â
You click on it and open the attachment. The legal letterhead has your blood cold. Before you can react, you hear Mr. Rogers exclaim.
Oh no, heâs already seen it. Divorce papers.Â
#steve rogers#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#series#drabble#au#bad bosses#captain america#mcu#marvel#avengers#code of conduct
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Could you do headcannon of the Taskforce 141 boys having a civilian fem!spouse? Iâm not a soldier so I am curious to see what they are like and how they meet said spouse. â€ïž
Summary: Headcanons for how Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz meet their civilian SO
Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz!
Warnings: none!
A/N: Hopefully you enjoy these! I had fun coming up with different ways theyâd meet âem. ( Gif credit: xxx )
Priceâ
Heâd be in the middle of a discussion with some of his friends when one of them casually mentions the name of a dating app thatâs supposedly hot right now.
At first, he doesnât care. Reassures himself heâs too old and busy to waste his time with such a thing... until he has a rough night during his downtime. Loneliness weighing heavily on him to the point he finds himself downloading the damn app during a moment of weakness.
At first, he doesnât use it much. His profile is simple: heâll post a few photos of himself, vaguely mention what he does for a living, what heâs looking for. And thatâs that for a few months. Whenever he had the time, heâd swipe through a couple profiles here and there, but nothing serious had ever come from it.
Until 6 months later, when he finds himself humoring that deep ache in his heart, browsing through profile after profile until he lands on yours.
He knows better than to be fooled by looks, but heâd also be a liar if he said that he wasnât smitten with you the moment heâd laid eyes on your photo. With a swipe, he silently hopes that the two of you will match, and when you eventually do, heâs over the moon but plays it as cool as he possibly can.
When he takes you out after talking for a while, he properly wines and dines you, doesnât even kiss you after the first date either. Instead, heâd taken your hand in his and kissed it before asking if he can take you out again.
It takes a few years, but when he proposes, he goes all out in every way possible but makes sure to keep it all private. He canât stand public proposals.
Soapâ
He was home for the holiday season when heâd met you in a super market. Youâd looked as lost as ever when browsing the food, so he couldnât help but ask if you were okay. You mentioned that you were shopping for a relative but werenât local so you had no idea where to even begin.
Heâd helped you grab everything you needed before he felt a rush of anxiety hit him like a train. Heâll never understand what drove him to feel as if he couldnât let you go without at least asking for your number, but he was thankful for it for the rest of his life.
Youâd talk to one another over the phone throughout your entire stay and long afterwards too... By the time the holidays are rolling around again, the two of you had been long-distance for quite sometime, but itâd be the first time seeing you in person after so long. After spending the holiday together between both of your homes, Johnny canât help but want to keep you in his life for as long as youâll allow it.
2 years down the line, the two of you are visiting his family again when he decided to propose to you, and when you accepted, best believe both him and his family were excited and quick to initiate a group hug in celebration.
Ghostâ
When Simon is off duty, he doesnât know what to do with himself. He struggles with finding things to keep himself occupied while heâs home. Stress and other emotions make even the simplest of tasks difficult for him. So, over time, heâd developed a habit of heading down to a local park to try and relax. Sometimes heâd take a book, other times he simply sat at a bench and allowed himself to get lost in his own mind. Mostly, heâd sit in silence and just enjoy watching the world pass him by.
One day when heâs walking over to his usual bench, he sees you there with a book in one hand and a drink in another. Captivated by the words on the page to the point that you donât even notice him when he sits down on the opposite end of it, not saying a word or even glancing at you afterward. Instead, he simply watches you out of his peripheral vision. Wondering what youâre reading that has you so engaged.
He didnât speak to you then. Instead, heâd allowed it to happen a few more times until you finally broke the silence between you two. Glancing up at him from behind your book with a shy smile as you introduced yourself to him. Behind a dark disposable mask, Ghostâs lips quirk upwards into the smallest of grins, thankful that youâd taken initiative. After you greet him, you do your best to make the occasional small-talk before youâve to leave.
The same thing happens a few more times before he finds himself purchasing a burner phone just so he can give you a number to reach him at.
From there, the two of you would get to know one another better, sharing park dates together before you began to suggest other types of dates. Next thing Simon knew, the two of you were officially together and he was absolutely mad about you, thinking about you every second of his days. Despite the fact, heâs a complicated man with a lot of baggage, so he takes his time with your relationship.
4 years later, heâs the one to beat you to the punch and proposing to you in the very same park you met at after he takes you on a picnic.
Gazâ
IMO, Gaz seems like the type to frequent a coffee shop/cafe he enjoys to the point heâs basically a regular. Has his own favorite table, order, and everything. That is, until one day he arrives a bit later than usual and he sees you sitting there.
Normally, he would have just let you have the table but before he could even turn away to find another one, you were asking him if everything was alright. He couldnât find it in himself to say yes and turn away. Instead, he somehow manages to not only ask if you two can share the table, but give you a dazzling smile after he does so as well. Taking special notice in how you had blushed afterward.
He wouldnât ask you out right away. Instead, heâd build up to it. Gives you his number that first day so you two can get to know one another better while heâs off duty. He has to head back for another mission soon, but rest assured whenever he has any time off and itâs safe to do so, heâs spending all of his free time messaging and calling you. Getting to know you better.
Eventually, after the two of you have spent a few unofficial coffee dates together, he works up the courage to ask you out on a proper date. Heâs upfront - but vague - about what he does and how it can affect his free time, but thankfully, you never cared. Instead, youâre just happy he finally asked you out after months of beating around the bush.
After your first date together, itâs all downhill from there. Heâd fallen head-over-heels for you to the point even his fellow Task Force members noticed and teased him about it. Even more so after heâd gush about how he swears âyouâre the oneâ
Little did they know by the end of the next year, the two of you would be engaged~
#call of duty x reader#task force 141 x reader#john price x reader#soap x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#gaz x reader#headcanons#cod headcanons#requests#opened mail#my writing
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right where you left me | ksy & jww
(where you're in an open relationship with soonyoung, who doesn't want to come on your family christmas vacation. it's okay. you run into your ex at the resort anyway.)
pairing: soonyoung (hoshi) x f.reader, ex!wonwoo x f.reader genre: est. relationships, exes to lovers to ??, love triangles | smut, angst??, fluff word count: ~8.6k (yeah, idk either) warnings: open relationship (implied, not explicitly discussed), wonwoo and soonyoung both know about each other (but never actually interact), reader goes away with family for the holidays, mentions of christmas (including christmas dinner), mentions of drinking, soonyoung is soft for reader, wonwoo just wants a second chance, one (1) holy spirit joke, reader does make a choice at the end, smut warnings under the cut
a/n: this is for the amazing and wonderful @beomcoups from your secret santa, blitzen, for @kpopsecretsanta đ summer, i already knew you were actually the best. so, it's been really fun getting to send you asks and come up with something for you. i hope you like it (and i'm so sorry it got this long). this is honestly not where i meant for this to go. ily and merry (belated) christmas! thank you to @wooahaeproductions (once again) for giving me a title and to my bby @wongyuseokie for the beautiful banner so last minute.
a/n 2: i'm for real taking a writing break now because december has been busy đ
tagging: @aaniag, @gyuminusone, @horanghater
smut warnings: multiple smut scenes, lots of kissing, so many orgasms, so much cum (i'm sorry), dirty talk, spit as lube (just for handjobs), handjobs, blowjobs, implied edging, vaginal fingering, protected sex (yay!), implied/referenced phone sex, kind of dom!wonwoo, kind of switch!reader, wonwoo is bossy, oral sex (f. receiving), begging, slight hair pulling, slight nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (don't do this), fucking from behind, pulling out, cum on the back/ass, referenced marking, referenced restraints, pet names (doll, sweetheart, babydoll, baby), probably teasing somewhere, i think that's it (i swear there's plot in there too)
âAre you all packed?âÂ
Soonyoung is stretched out on your bed, watching you search through your closet. You sigh when you canât find the one sweater youâre looking for.
âAlmost,â you say.Â
âItâs on the drying rack in your spare bedroom,â he says.Â
You spin around to look at him, eyebrow raised. âWhat?â
âThat sweater you love? The one you pull out the second itâs cool enough?â Soonyoung prompts.Â
You give him a look, but donât say anything. Instead, you walk into the other room and find heâs right. The last thing you want to throw into your suitcase is actually exactly where he said. You check that itâs dry before retrieving it to fold and tuck away.Â
âHow?â you ask when you reenter the room.Â
He just shrugs. âI donât know, I guess I know you pretty well.â
That tugs at your heartstrings a little, especially this time of year. Because itâs true. Hardly anyone knows you as well as the beautiful man sprawled on your bed, scrolling through his phone. Yet, heâs also the one that seems to hurt you the most. Always exactly where you need him to be, but never quite within reach. This kind, wonderful human that surprises you with things that remind him of you, but canât (or wonât) come with you for the holidays to a beautiful, snow-covered resort. Itâs not worth bringing up againâŠ
âAre you sure you donât want to come?â you ask.
âŠbut you do anyway. Like the sucker for pain you are. Like somehow the answer is going to change from the last time you asked.
This does make him look up, at least. Itâs hard to see the look he gives you. Itâs a little comforting that he does look sorry. Not quite enough to ease the ache in your heart. Thatâs neither here nor there, though.
âI just donât think itâs a good idea,â he answers.Â
âI know,â you sigh.Â
And you do know. Your relationship with Soonyoung happened out of nowhere. When you were trying desperately to heal over the worst heartbreak you could imagine and he happened to be there. Maybe thatâs why you feel this inexplicable draw to him, even now. Because he was the one to help you put the pieces back together, the one to let you know that you werenât asking for something unreasonable from your ex, that it was okay to make whatever type of life you wanted for yourself. Over time, you felt yourself getting more attached and let it happen, even knowing it was the wrong choice. Not because Soonyoung is wrong or anything short of great. Itâs just, well, heâs always been honest, sometimes painfully so, about exactly who he is and what he wants. Heâs just not sure, at least right now, that a closed relationship where he meets the parents is what he wants.Â
An open relationship hadnât been something you considered. It still wasnât a consideration when you first started sleeping with Soonyoung. It wasnât until you realized you wanted more of him that you had to have the conversation. Which is how youâre here, now. Going to see your parents and the rest of your family for a beautiful vacation alone despite being in a relationship. Despite him having met some of your family, like your cousins, and the number of dates you go on. Sometimes it really is enough. Not because youâre telling yourself it is. It just is. He comes up with the most thoughtful dates. Surprises you with little things just because. Heâs so insanely thoughtful. So, maybe itâs enough that he doesnât want to come meet your parents.
âCome here,â he requests, opening his arms for you.Â
You sigh before giving in and snuggling into him on the bed. He plants a soft kiss on the top of your head first, then your temple. You settle against his chest, timing your own breathing with the rise and fall of his chest. Thereâs something so comforting about lying like this. Something that makes it easier to be honest when youâre not looking into his incredibly soft eyes.
âI do get it, Soonie,â you repeat softly. âThis makes sense for us and I donât want that to change. I donât need my parents getting involved.â
âMaybe next year,â he says and that pulls you up short. Heâs never said that before. You canât really help it, you pull away to look into his eyes. âI like being around you and neither of us has been seeing many other people lately. So maybe itâs something we can talk about in the new year.âÂ
âI donât want it to be anything that you feelâŠâ you start and he presses a kiss to your lips.
âI donât,â he assures you. âAnd youâre still free to do whatever you want, obviously. I donât even know what it might look like. Just, I donât know, I figure maybe after the holidays we can figure out if anything changes here.âÂ
âYeah, Iâd like that,â you agree.Â
âBut for todayâŠâ he says, drifting off as his eyes roam over your body.
âYouâre exhausting,â you complain.
âYou tried on Christmas dresses in front of me! Iâve been here suffering thinking that I wonât get to slide that material off your soft skin,â he says and kisses your shoulder. âSitting here neglected as I watched you pack away skirts and those pants that make your ass look amazing.âÂ
âYouâre not neglected,â you tease as he presses a long kiss to your neck.Â
âIâm wasting away from the lack of attention,â he whines.
âHm, is that right?â you ask.Â
âIt is,â he concludes.Â
âWell, we canât have that,â you say low, running your hand down his stomach.Â
âDonât you have to leave soon?â he asks, stuttering when your hand runs over his cock through his pants. You rub him ever so gently, delighting in the way he reacts.
âI can stop if you want,â you suggest.Â
âYou know I donât want you to, butâŠâ he starts and trails off when you move your hand towards his waistband.
âIâm driving, Soon, I can be a little late. Iâll just blame traffic,â you say.
âFuck it,â he curses.Â
You drag his pants and briefs down in one motion, freeing his cock. You remember the first time you fucked him, when he was nervous that you were going to be somehow disappointed. He couldnât have been more wrong. Not only is he the perfect size, but he has a way of moving his hips while fucking you thatâs always drives you crazy.
There isnât time for you to be walking down memory lane, though. You spit into your hand so that you can start stroking him, delight in how heâs already a little hard. Maybe he wasnât lying about the torture of watching you try on clothes. After all, you did catch him adjusting on the bed a time or two. Itâs not enough for you, just stroking him and listening to all the beautiful sounds that he makes. Before he even realizes whatâs happening, youâre taking him into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip and carefully massaging his balls with your free hand. You hollow your cheeks when you take as much of him into your mouth as you can. Carefully sucking while you bob your head on his cock, running a hand up and down the base as you continue to work on him.Â
âFuck, that mouth is so good,â he whines. âOh my god! Ugh, yes!âÂ
One of the things you like about Soonyoung is times like this, where he doesnât need to be in control. Where he just lets you take care of him. Lets you make him feel good. Just completely turns to putty in your hands. Heâs muttering obscenities about how much he loves your mouth, how you know just what to do, how youâre cruel for bringing him to the edge and then backing off. You may not have enough time, but you also canât really stop yourself.Â
âYouâre gonna make me come if you keep that up,â Soonyoung warns.Â
You pull up off him just for a second to fix him with a look. âKinda the point, isnât it?âÂ
âNot if it means I donât get to fuck you,â he answers and pulls off his shirt.Â
Okay, you can take the hint. You quickly strip off all your clothes and move up to lie on your side facing him. He captures your lips in a kiss and quickly puts a hand between your legs. No time to waste. He runs his fingers along your entrance, collecting the wetness there and groaning, probably at how youâre wet just from blowing him. When he slides a finger inside your cunt, you want to pull away from the kiss. Instead, you just moan into his mouth, spurring him to pump his finger into you faster. Another moan and he presses a second finger in.Â
When you first started fucking Soonyoung, you were a little embarrased about several things when it came to sex. One had been how wet you get. He had been so quick with the praise, so quick to assure you that it was a good thing, so quick to make you comfortable. Now, you barely even think about it. Everything with him is effortless, comfortable. Itâs entirely too fast when you feel like youâre already starting to come undone.Â
âGod, I love watching that pussy suck my fingers in,â he says. âSo good for me, so greedy.â
âFuck, Soon, hang on,â you pant out.
âFeeling good?â he asks.
âYeah but youâre gonna make me come,â you whine.Â
âIsnât that the point?â he parrots back.
âThought you wanted to fuck me,â you remind him.
He removes his fingers from your cunt entirely too quickly so he can roll over to reach the drawer. With surprising speed, he pulls a condom out and has it on in a matter of seconds. Youâre about to ask how he wants you when he rolls back over and hikes one of your legs up. This is a new position for the two of you, surprising with how many youâve tried. Thereâs something a little intimate, facing each other like this with your leg up over his arm. His brows furrow a little as he lines himself up.Â
âOh god,â you moan out when he presses all the way in, right off the bat. Even with the prepping, itâs more of a stretch than you were expecting so fast.
âYou okay?â he asks. Even though he wants it to be fast, heâs still so considerate.
âYes, just fucking move, please,â you whine.
âSo needy,â he says, but he still moves.Â
Itâs fast and a little desperate and the angle has him hitting you just where you want him. It doesnât feel awkward in this position, either, which crossed your mind for a second. Youâre clinging to any part of him that you can, moaning incoherently, about to come undone in a stupidly short time. But, heâs babbling too, uttering praises for how good he feels, reminding you how amazing you are. Heâs so vocal and itâs what sends you over the edge. He follows right behind you.
You lay on your back and take a few moments to catch your breath. Watch him as he gets up to dispose of the condom. Smile when he comes back and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Heâs so pretty like this, glowing and smiley and perfectly content. So are you, apparently, as he tells you constantly.
âYou have to go because I have to shower and I donât want to have to shower again after that,â you say when you get up.
âBut, what if I want round two?â he asks, drawing you in against his body.Â
You lean your head to press a kiss to his lips and carefully pull away. âThen, youâll just have to wait til Iâm back.â
âThought you didnât mind being late,â he presses.
âA little late,â you say and laugh at the pout. âYouâre cute, Soonie, but I still have to go.â
âFine,â he sighs. âYouâll be back before New Yearâs?â
âYeah, for the party,â you confirm.Â
âIâll miss you,â he whispers into your hair. The kiss he presses to the top of your head nearly has your knees weak. Instead, you just smile as he leaves and rush off to the shower before you get in the car.Â
The resort your parents picked this year for the holidays is beautiful. Thereâs a main resort and also a bunch of smaller buildings with rooms that are more like condos. Your parents are staying in a particularly roomy one, because they love to host, so you donât feel too stuck by staying with them. Itâs also nice because the resort is attached to a ski lodge. You can actually ski straight from the rooms onto one of the trails. Itâs all beautiful and you feel incredibly at peace.Â
(You also appreciate how there are plenty of things to do for people that donât like to ski or snowboard. Not that you donât, youâre just sometimes a little worried youâll fall.)
The first night was just for relaxing after the ride up. The four hour drive ended up going a lot faster with your cousin in the passenger seat, thankful you hadnât actually left yet because her car broke down. Even though you donât live far apart, you feel like you donât see her nearly often enough. So the car ride is a nice way to catch up.Â
Now that itâs the first full day, youâre ready to explore a little bit. Your parents mentioned a little cafe in the lodge that sounds like the perfect place to get a cup of coffee. Of course, you could make it in the room, but it probably wouldnât taste as good. Bundled up, you head down to the lodge and look out for the cafe. It ends up being pretty easy to find. And itâs not the only thing.Â
Itâs like a pull that you canât explain, the way your eyes fall on someone sitting in an armchair just to the side of the cafe. His dark hair has that slightly tousled look, probably from being outside, and his glasses keep sliding down his nose. As you watch, he absently pushes them back up, eyes glued on the book in his lap. There is no world where it makes sense that heâs here and also no world where he could be anyone else. Youâre debating whether or not to approach him when he looks up. The smile he sends your way has you feeling things that you know you shouldnât.Â
Your feet carry you towards him without permission and he rises to meet you part way. âHey, what are youâŠâÂ
At the same time, he starts to say, âwow, small world.â
Itâs a little awkward (read: a lot) and neither of you really know what to say. Itâs been two years since you last saw each other, two years since you last spoke, two years since the break up that nearly tore you apart. Even though itâs been long enough that you feel better about it, itâs still awkward. He probably feels it too, the uncertainty of running into each other someplace so unexpected. The question of how to move forward.Â
âSo, um, this isâŠâ Wonwoo starts.
âAwkward? Weird? Unexpected?â you offer through a forced laugh.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks.
âMy family is here for Christmas,â you answer. âYours too?âÂ
âYeah,â he says.Â
âRight,â you say. âWell, I was just going to getâŠâ
âCan we talk? Maybe over lunch or something?â he asks just as youâre ready to turn around.Â
Youâre rooted to the spot, unable to answer him right away. Can you? Yes, you definitely have that capability. Should you? Thatâs a bit harder to answer. Your brain is full of images of your past relationship - the good, the bad, the ugly - and your current situation. Maybe Wonwoo still does know you, at least well enough to read your face, because he speaks up again.
âNever mind, that was silly to ask,â he says.
âNo, it wasnât. Iâm sorry. Iâm just, I donât know, a little overwhelmed, I guess,â you admit.
âMe too, if it helps,â he says.Â
You look down at your watch. Itâs a little earlier than you usually eat lunch, but maybe thatâll be a good thing. âDo you wanna get something now?â
âWhat about your coffee?â Wonwoo asks.
âIâm sure the restaurant has some,â you say before you lose the courage.Â
Lunch is actually surprisingly easy. Well, after you get some of the awkwardness out of the way. But, it gives you a chance to say a lot of things you both kept to yourselves. Back when you were dating Wonwoo, it got harder until it was too much. He was always soft spoken, always afraid to burden anyone else with his problems. Even when you reminded him thatâs what partners were for, he just kept most of it to himself. Which wasnât healthy for either of you. You wanted things out in the open so you could talk about them, he kept them to himself. Something tiny could fester into something much bigger and then become a real issue. Even when it came to issues at work or with other friends, he was hesitant to mention it. By not wanting to be a burden, he ended up driving a massive wedge between you. And heâs able to share things with you, too. Like how it wasnât always easy to want to share when he felt pressured. He knows you only cared, but sometimes he wasnât ready. Sometimes he couldnât talk about it in the moment and just needed a day to process. Something he knows that he should have shared with you, as well.Â
It turns into a much longer meal than either of you expect. After talking about your relationship, you fill in the last two years. He talks about work and friends and reluctantly admits that he hasnât dated anyone seriously since you. When itâs your turn, you stumble over explaining Soonyoung, ending up opting for full transparency. If heâs surprised, he hides it well. Seems to understand that trying something a little different can be exactly what you need. When you finally check your phone to see youâre running late to meet your cousins, you say goodbye with a promise to hang out again. And an assurance that you havenât changed your number and he isnât blocked.Â
You spend most of the afternoon playing games with your cousins and sharing what youâve been up to. The cousin that rode with you, and knows Wonwoo the best, is nearly on the floor when you tell her that heâs here somehow. Especially because she also knows Soonyoung and likes him, but thinks heâs not the long term plan for you. Sheâs a little surprised, given how much you smiled about seeing Wonwoo, at how fiercely you defend Soonyoung. Itâs just, well, heâs been a lot for you in so many ways. Yes, some of it has been painful and some of it has involved learning things youâre not sure you needed to. But, itâs also been safe and protected. Itâs allowed you to grow in ways you never expected.Â
An afternoon of gaming turns into a night of dinner in the suite, more games, and drinking. Your cousin takes your phone and texts Wonwoo from it. Invites him over to the room to pick you up. Of course, she doesnât tell you any of that. But, when you answer the door and see your ex on the other side, he suggests you check your phone. You shoot your cousin a look and grab your coat. Heâs here, so you might as well go with him. When he holds out his hand for you, you take it and follow him into the night.Â
The next days pass in a kind of haze. Itâs so pretty to be at the resort, watching the way snow seems to fall more often than not, even if itâs just a light flurry for 20 minutes. Thereâs a beautiful, tucked away corner of the lodge where you can sit in rocking chairs by floor to ceiling windows. It gives you a perfect vantage point to watch the snow, or watch people coming down trails, watch anything. Youâre with Wonwoo more than your own family, a fact that nobody seems to talk about. Maybe because everyone liked Wonwoo and nobody really understood why it ended. You hadnât wanted to talk about it. And now it doesnât seem to matter. The man before you isnât the same boy that you walked away from two years ago. Youâre not the same either. Both of you get a lot of time nestled away in the cocoon of the holiday vacation to talk about that. To talk about who you are now and where you want to be. About if things would turn out differently now.
Itâs all kind of a practiced dance, though, because Wonwoo knows that Soonyoung exists. He knows that thereâs someone youâre not really ready to let go that may be waiting for you to get back to have an important conversation. (He is waiting for you, but you donât tell Wonwoo that. Because it may not be in the way you wish he was waiting for you. What you do know is that heâs been sending you a lot of messages. There are a lot of things that seem to remind him of you. So, heâs constantly on your mind.) And there are some things that havenât changed about Wonwoo, too. One of those things is that he doesnât really find the idea of sharing a partner appealing. Even though heâs one of the most secure people you know, you can also tell what he thinks about the complication of your current situation. Thereâs no judgment, only more hurdles. Itâs like he wants you to consider giving him another shot, but he doesnât really know where to start.Â
Since Christmas Eve and Christmas morning are for family, you get a much needed break from having Wonwoo around constantly. Not that you mind, itâs just that your head needs a little space. You need to figure out what exactly you want. Which isnât really any easier when youâre separated from your ex, sadly. Both he and Soonyoung are still fighting for space. Your thoughts are kind of a jumbled mess.Â
(It doesnât help that Soonyoung calls you on Christmas Eve. Or that the call turns into FaceTime and that turns into the two of you getting off. Phone sex wasnât ever really something you were into before him. You didnât really get the appeal of it. But, youâve seen the positives of it with him. Still canât really believe how easy it is for him to push you over the edge when heâs not even with you. And you kind of like knowing you do the same to him, seeing his cum paint his stomach after he finishes. He gets a little sappy after he comes, too. When youâre both cleaned up, heâs still there. Telling you that he misses you and that the city feels a little lonely without you there. Itâs not like you havenât left before, but this just feels different to him. He says it all without seeming to think much about it and youâre not really sure how to take it. Is it honest? Or is it the post orgasm haze?)Â
But, after Christmas dinner, youâre on your own to do whatever you want. And you know what you donât need to do. You know that you donât need to make this whole mess inside your head more complicated than it already is. You do really miss Soonyoung and all his energy. Thereâs something infectious about him. But, you also know that heâs been very clear on his wants and needs, even if he says you need to talk when youâre back about whatâs going on. Then, thereâs all your returning feelings for Wonwoo after all the time youâve spent with him the past several days. Soonyoung seemed to skate over you mentioning running into your ex like it didnât matter. Or that he trusts you and that the relationship is open, which is the more likely answer. All of that leads to sitting on the couch of Wonwooâs suite, sipping a glass of wine.Â
âWhatâs going on here?â you ask, interrupting the formerly comfortable silence.Â
âWeâre drinking wine on Christmas?â Wonwoo suggests.
You turn your head to look at him and find heâs a little confused. âI donât mean that. I mean,â you gesture between the two of you, âhere.âÂ
âAh,â Wonwoo says and takes a sip.Â
âYeah,â you say.
âI donât know, honestly. I know I missed you and that I feel like things are different now. I think we could have actually worked through our issues if we were these people,â Wonwoo says.
âBut?â you prompt. Because thereâs so clearly a but coming to what he said.
âYouâre in a relationship,â he finishes.Â
âAn open one,â you remind him.
âThat youâre not really sure how to define,â he presses back.
âWe arenât even sure if weâd work together again and youâre already worried about whatâs going on with Soonyoung,â you sigh.Â
âWhat do you mean?â he asks.
âWeâve got history and itâs been so nice to be around you. But, if we were to try something out again, weâre not just going to jump back into it being serious right away,â you tell him.
âNo, I wouldnât expect it to,â Wonwoo agrees.Â
âSo does it really matter if Iâm seeing someone else? Does anyone outside of us really matter while weâre figuring things out?â you ask.
This is a definite crossroads for Wonwoo. Heâs always been very logical and impossibly smart. In all the time you knew him, he was one to weigh things out and go with what made the most sense. It wasnât like him to be overly emotional about things. Except, apparently, when it came to you. So, this is a big ask. For him to just set aside personal feelings for you and consider the logic behind what youâre saying. Itâs a crossroads for you, too. Because you do know it makes sense to consider exploring whateverâs been happening between the two of you. To not have any what-ifs or questions when you go back to the city. To actually explore another genuine connection so you can better understand what you do or donât feel for Soonyoung.
Wonwoo sighs and nods. âYeah, youâre right. Focusing on this and figuring it out doesnât involve anyone else but us.â
âSo that last little line of defense stops now?â you ask, hopeful.
âLast line of defense?â he asks.Â
You gesture at the space between you. âEver since I ran into you, thereâs always space for the Holy Spirit between us.âÂ
Both of you laugh at that when Wonwooâs face cracks into a smile. It erases the last little bit of tension left between the two of you. Itâs clear that he means heâs going to give it a real shot to figure out whatâs going on without worrying about anyone else. Wonwoo shifts closer to you, rests his arm on the back of the couch behind you, and presses his thigh into yours.Â
âDo you still think thereâs space for the Holy Spirit?â he asks.Â
âNo,â you say with a light laugh.Â
âIâve missed you, doll,â he admits and presses a kiss against your temple.Â
âIâve missed you, too,â you say. You turn your body so your back is against the arm of the couch and drape your legs over his lap. Itâs a little more comfortable and it lets you look at him easier.Â
âItâs so weird to me, running into you here,â he says and you laugh.
âIâd say itâs some kind of fate, but I know you donât believe in that kinda shit,â you offer.
âI donât know that I do, but having you around has given me a break from my family,â he shares.Â
âYour family is great,â you disagree.Â
âThey are, but itâs a lot of people time,â he says with a sigh.
Which is why you suggest that you just sit back and watch a movie, something a little scary because you know thatâs what he prefers. It doesnât have to be some Christmas movie, youâve gotten enough of that with your cousins in the lead up to the holiday. So, you let him pick something and settle back, appreciating the closeness.Â
The movie is good, but youâre kind of a fidgeter. You make it through the first half easily, but in the second half, you start getting a little sick of sitting still. Just little things. Adjusting how youâre sitting. Moving your legs slightly. Reaching out for one of Wonwooâs hands. Something to trick your body into thinking itâs moving. Until itâs a little more than just a movement. Without even thinking, you pull one of your legs towards you, let your knee bend for a second, because itâs a little stiff, and slide it back. It isnât until Wonwoo sucks in a breath and clenches his jaw that you realize your foot slid right over his dick.Â
âWonwoo, Iâm sorry, I didnât - â you start, but heâs moving your legs.
âLetâs go,â he says as he stands up.
âWhat?â you ask. âGo where?âÂ
âCome on, sweetheart, Iâm not gonna play these fucking games,â he says and pulls you up off the couch.Â
Youâre really caught off guard, because it had been an accident, but your body remembers this. Heâs guiding you in front of him to one of the bedrooms and pressing you inside. As soon as youâre both through, he closes and locks the door. Then, he presses you back into it and kisses you hard. Crowds your space so you canât move an inch. You gasp when he nips at your lip. This has always been the thing about Wonwoo. Heâs so quiet and soft spoken and unassuming around everyone else. Just the smart boy who likes to read and play video games. Until he gets you behind closed doors and a switch flips.Â
âFuck, Nu, I swear it was an accident,â you groan as he kisses down your neck.
âSo, you donât wanna get fucked into the mattress? Donât want me to show you I still know exactly what you like?â he asks.
Youâre not the same person you were two years ago, though. âMaybe I like different things now.âÂ
âWeâll see about that,â he says.Â
Before you can respond, heâs kissing you again. Hard and needy and like there isnât a tomorrow. Maybe there isnât for the two of you. Itâs not like youâve managed to clear anything up.Â
Wonwoo presses his hips into you. Places his hands on either side of your head against the door behind you. Itâs so easy to fall into old patterns with him, where you give up your control. Your hands run along his back, underneath his shirt, and he shivers at the touch. It makes him thrust his hips into you again. It makes him grab your hands and pin them in one of his above your head. His lips are demanding when they return to yours, like heâs taking what you owe him.Â
Thereâs no point in begging for more. It would only make him go slower. So, you accept his tongue into your mouth when he keeps kissing you. You let your hands stay pinned above your head. You even chase his lips when he pulls away. Itâs hard to suppress the shudder when his lips brush against your ear.Â
âI want to fuck you,â he whispers. âI want to press your pretty face into the mattress and get your ass in the air. Do you want that?â
âYes,â you whimper out.Â
Wonwoo pulls away from you and starts to undress. Itâs hard to take your eyes off of him because heâs so beautiful. The broadness of his shoulder and his slender waist. The muscles that he hides behind all the layers flex as he pulls off his shirt and steps out of his pants. But, then heâs looking at you expectantly. Likely wondering why youâre fully dressed. You make quick work of getting out of your clothing before turning back to him.Â
âSit on the edge of the bed, babydoll,â he instructs. You hasten to listen to what he asks and he smiles. Not a soft smile. âOpen your legs.âÂ
You do that as well. With your hands on the bed behind you, you lean backwards. Wonwoo kneels down between your legs and runs a hand up your calf. He nips softly at your thighs, sharp enough to make you gasp but not hard enough to leave a mark. As he moves to your other thigh, he spreads your legs further. Only places a light kiss on your other thigh before his hand returns to your pussy. His fingers spread you open and he blows gently. The sensation makes you shiver. It makes you want to beg for him. Instead, you just grip the sheets tighter. Wonwoo chuckles, probably at your attempt to hold back, and licks a stripe up your center. Flattens his tongue against you and runs it slowly through your folds.Â
âOh god,â you moan. You donât need to look down to see that it makes Wonwoo smile, but you do anyway.
He continues to work you with his tongue, alternating the pace so that you never really know what to expect. His thumb rubs circles over your clit. Maybe he does still know how to get you going. Or maybe your body just remembers him. Either way, he feels so good. Youâre entirely more pent up than you feel like you should be. It would be embarrassing if it was with someone you werenât comfortable with.Â
âFuck, please, baby, I need your fingers,â you beg.Â
âYou getting close?â he asks.
âYes, fuck, please,â you cry out.
âDo you think you deserve to come?â he asks. Itâs only his thumb on your clit that keeps you going.
âPlease,â you beg and hope itâs enough.
It must work because his tongue returns to your cunt and he slides one of his perfect fingers inside as well. The second is in before you realize it and your moans are more sounds than anything intelligible. Itâs an unsurprisingly short time before you make a mess of his face and fingers. After he guides you through your orgasm, he stands up and leans over you. Pulls you in for a kiss so that you can taste yourself on his lips. Itâs enough to make you a little dizzy. Entirely too soon, heâs breaking the kiss. He runs his hand over his dick and looks at you.
âSpit in your hand,â he directs and you do it without thinking. The post-orgasm haze still has hold of you.Â
You donât need him to tell you what to do next. Before he can say anything, you take over and run your hand down his shaft. Slide your thumb carefully over his tip. Wonwoo clenches his jaw like heâs trying not to let you know just how good it feels. Because you still know him too. You continue to stroke him and take his cock into your mouth. Just the tip, at first. When you look up at him under your lashes, you know that heâs going to lose the battle.Â
âFuck, babydoll, that mouth is better than I remember,â he groans out. His hands wind into your hair, but he doesnât fuck into your face. Youâre a little surprised he can hold back. Especially when you swirl your tongue around his tip. âOkay enough of this.â
Wonwoo, with surprising gentleness, pulls you off of his dick. You have just enough time to look at him triumphantly before heâs moving you back into the bed. He gets you on your hands and knees, presses your back down so that your ass is in the air and your face presses into the pillow in front of you. You arch your back deeper so that he has the best angle. The bed shifts under you and you assume that heâs lining up behind you. He presses a finger into your pussy again and you squirm for a second. When he removes it, you want to complain. But, heâs quick to line himself up and press his cock into you. The pillow muffles your moan as he presses all the way in. His hands find purchase on your hips as he sets a slow rhythm.Â
It doesnât seem like itâs enough, though. His hand finds itâs way into your hair and he pulls back, more gently than he used to. âIs this still okay?âÂ
His voice is hoarse in your ear. âFuck, Nu, yes. Be rough with me.âÂ
Itâs all the permission he needs. His hand slides up your body to take your nipple between too skilled fingers. The first twist has you screaming out for him, wanting him to continue. And he does, all while picking up the pace that he fucks into you. He keeps you pressed against his chest. The snap of his hips and the skin slapping together isnât enough to cover your stream of profanities. Wonwoo places a hand lightly over your throat, using it to anchor you to him. Your loud moan and reassurance of permission makes him squeeze a little tighter. Itâs that perfect sensory deprivation to make it all the more intense. Between that and your earlier orgasm, youâre a bit on overload. Itâs a kind of mind blankness that you havenât felt in awhile. Nothing else exists but the pursuit of pleasure. Your mind is totally empty.
Eventually, his movements start to stutter and he releases your throat. Directs you to rub your clit. You hardly need to touch yourself before you feel your second orgasm rip through you, coming all over his dick. He snaps a few more times before pulling out of you. His cum paints over your ass and your back. Wonwoo collapses next to you and you lower yourself down onto your stomach, trying not to make too much of a mess.Â
After a moment, Wonwoo presses a kiss to your shoulder. âWhat do you, babydoll, do I still know you?âÂ
âItâs like nothing ever changes,â you admit.Â
The two days after Christmas seem to pass just as quickly as the days before Christmas. Something feels like itâs shifted with you and Wonwoo, but maybe not in the way you expect. Youâre still spending a decent amount of time with him, still being pretty affectionate, but you donât end up naked in his bed again. It could just be you, though it feels like a joint decision. It feels like itâs some unspoken agreement.Â
Everything with Wonwoo has been amazing, like a little break from reality. Itâs been so nice to get to see him again, to get to talk about your relationship and everything it meant. Even though youâve both changed a lot, itâs nice to realize how well he still knows you. And he seems to accept all the ways youâve changed in stride, which surprises you a little. Change had never been his favorite thing. Thereâs also just a general sense of nostalgia to your interactions with him. Heâs safe in the way someone says that you can always go home. It feels like falling into old patterns.Â
But, thatâs not what life is supposed to be, is it? Life is about taking chances and risks and pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. Falling back into step with Wonwoo would be so easy. Itâs obvious that he still loves you, or maybe loves you again. Itâs so easy to picture what your life with him looks like because you remember. You remember all the plans the two of you made. It just feels kind of stagnant, though. You know the kind of love youâre getting back into. Itâs not even about not trusting him or worrying it would end up in another break-up. Things are different enough with your communication that you trust it would be different on that front.
Itâs just, if youâre being honest with yourself, you canât get Soonyoung off your mind. Even when youâve been with Wonwoo, thereâs that small voice in the back of your mind whispering Soonyoungâs name. Itâs also really hard to stop thinking about what he said before you left. Maybe it doesnât mean anything changes. Maybe it only means that you define the relationship a little more clearly and itâs still open. But, if you move forward with Wonwoo, you know what that means for Soonyoung. You know it means youâre going to be saying goodbye to the person whoâs challenged you, whoâs pushed you, whoâs forced you out of your comfort zone. Youâre just not sure you can do that.
By the time the last night comes around, you know that you need to have an actual conversation with Wonwoo before leaving. Life doesnât always give you the chance for closure, so you know to take it when it comes around.
âThis is it for us, isnât it?â Wonwoo asks.Â
âYeah, I think it is,â you say.Â
âI hope he knows what heâs got,â Wonwoo says with a sigh. âBy the time I figured it out, it was too late.âÂ
âI hope you know that everything I felt for you was so real, that itâs still real now. Itâs justâŠâ you start.
âNot enough?â he finishes and you frown. âItâs okay, Iâm not upset. I knew from the start that this was a long shot.âÂ
âWhy did you do it, then?â you ask.
âBecause I would have regretted it if I left something unsaid or undone,â he says simply.
âIâm so sorry, Wonwoo,â you say.
âIâm not. Iâm thankful we got this chance. Now, I have the closure I needed to actually move on,â he says.Â
Youâre not sure what else to do, so you just wrap your arms around him. His arms wrap around you without missing a beat and he places a kiss on the top of your head. The two of you stand like that for a few minutes, letting all the feelings wash over you. Itâs the next part thatâs going to be the scariest.
You havenât properly talked to Soonyoung since the two of you had phone sex on Christmas Eve. Which is actually on you, at least this time, because heâs been keeping up a relatively steady stream of texts. Asking how the vacation was, how it was to be around your family, even how it was to see your ex. And you havenât done anything wrong, you know you havenât, but it still feels like too much to text. It feels like the kind of thing you need to tell him when youâre back in your apartment. Thankfully, you donât even have to ask if he wants to come by. He knows your schedule, knows how long the drive is, and even assumes youâre tired. Despite that, he asks if heâs okay to come over anyway. He even insists that he just wants to see you, sex can be off the table. (Unless you want to fuck on the kitchen table, because that might be hot, he says.)
Heâs at your door in what feels like record time, puffy jacket and beanie covering most of his head and upper body. His arms wrap around you before he even gets through the door or takes off his layers. It feels like he smells your hair when he buries his face there, but you canât be sure. Itâs almost a project to get him to unlatch himself long enough to take off his outer layers and remove his shoes before joining you on the couch. Where he clings to you like the idea of personal space is foreign. Itâs more comforting than youâd like to admit. Youâre at ease, but your heart is also beating entirely too fast.
âI missed you,â he says softly.
âI missed you, too,â you say back.Â
âNo, I really missed you. My sister kept asking me the whole time I was there if I was okay,â he admits. He separates a little, but keeps hold of one of your hands.Â
Youâre not really used to this side of him, havenât seen him this soft in all the time youâve known him. âWere you not? You seemed okay in your messages.âÂ
âI -,â he starts, frowns, and then opens his mouth again. âI was okay, when we were texting. Mostly. But, I guess, Iâm just used to you being around. Iâm used to sending you something, like something that makes me think of you, and having you answer right away.âÂ
âYou were sending a lot,â you tease lightly.
âI kept wondering,â he starts and shakes his head.
âWondering what, Soon?â you ask.Â
âDo you remember before you left that I said I wanted to talk after the holidays?â he asks and you nod.Â
âOf course, I thought about it a lot,â you admit.
âYou did?â The surprise is evident on his face and youâre not sure what it means.
âYeah, there were a lot of times I couldnât really get it off my mind, honestly,â you share.Â
âI figuredâŠwell with your ex there and you spending so much time with him,â Soonyoung says.
Your stomach drops a little. âListen, about thatâŠâ
âYou donât have to tell me,â he says, trying to cut you off. Itâs your turn to grab his hands, though.
âI do, though. Which is selfish, probably, but I need to tell you for me,â you say.
âYouâre getting back together with him,â Soonyoung guesses and his whole body seems to slump. Youâre not sure what to make of him caring so much and donât really want to get your own hopes up.
âNo,â you assure him. âNo, I think that chapter of my life is over. Seeing him just brought up a lot of unfinished shit. And then with the holidays and the resort. I didâŠwell, we did have sex. Just once, on Christmas.â
Soonyoung nods, but doesnât seem relieved. âI figured you would, I did basically push you to try other things out. Are you going to see him again now that youâre back here?â
âNo,â you say again. âBut, I think I want to hear what you were going to say.âÂ
âIâm not sure now isâŠâ he starts and nearly melts at the look you give him.
âPlease,â you say so softly itâs barely audible.Â
âI shouldâve gone with you when you asked,â he says and that brings you up short. You never dared to hope for that much. âI knew it as soon as you were gone. But, I figured itâd be fine. Iâd be right where you left me when you got back. Then, you ran into your ex and you seemed happy for the chance. I thought Iâd fucked up and that youâd fall for him again. I considered just showing up. I chickened out, though. I figured if it was supposed to work out, then it would. Part of me even hoped you might fuck him and that youâd realize what it took me just a little too long to realize.â
âAnd whatâs that?â you prompt.
âThat Iâm ready to give actual commitment a try. That I donât want to think about sharing you with anyone else,â he says and his voice drops to a whisper. âThat I love you.âÂ
âWhat did you just say?â you ask.Â
He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. âThat I love you. And Iâm sorry.âÂ
You donât even realize youâre crying until he wipes a tear from your cheek. âI love you, too, you giant idiot. Itâs always been you for me. It wasnât ever going to be my ex. Iâm not sorry, though. Everything that weâve experienced, itâs been exactly what I needed.âÂ
âYou know what this means though, right?â he asks and you shake your head. âNo more fucking anyone thatâs not me.âÂ
âWe donât have toâŠâ you start. You donât want to change him, never have. Heâs always been perfect exactly the way he is.Â
âI know, but I want to. Itâs only you. I think it always has been and you just knew it a lot before I did,â he says.
âCan you just kiss me now?â you ask through your tears.Â
When your lips meet, itâs so slow and tender. So full of affection and joy and everything left unsaid. For now, at least. If thereâs anything you know about Soonyoung, itâs that he doesnât like to keep much to himself. Itâs been so much, so overwhelming. Even though the kisses are languid, you feel the heat building between the two of you. Feel the desire getting stronger. Thatâs when he breaks the kiss. Your face must look confused or disappointed because he smiles, so full of genuine affection, and stands up. He holds a hand out to you.
âI donât want the first time after telling you that I love you to be on your couch,â he says.Â
Your smile matches his when you take his hand and interlace your fingers. He brings your hands up to his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. Doesnât let go of your hand even when youâre in your bedroom. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you between his legs. It makes you lean down to kiss him, but itâs kind of nice. He finally lets go of your hand so that he can wrap his arms around you instead. When Soonyoung looks up at you, eyes full of affection, itâs just more than you can handle.Â
âPlease, Soonie,â you whisper.
âWhat?â he asks.
âDonât look at me like that,â you request.
âLike what?â he asks.
âLike Iâm the only person in the entire world,â you say.
He only smiles at first. âI had a lot of time to think when you were away. Iâm just appreciating you now.â
âIâm not going anywhere,â you assure him.
âI wouldnât let you.âÂ
Finally, he pulls you into bed and itâs the most perfect night youâve ever spent with him. And youâve had a lot of great nights. He always takes his time with you, always makes sure youâre well taken care of. Itâs different now. His lips are everywhere and his hands seem to need to find whatever part of you they can. Youâve never felt so loved and so safe, even with him. Even though he always makes it comfortable. You know that you made the right choice.
(Youâre sure when heâs got you seeing stars from his mouth between your legs. Youâre sure when heâs sucking marks into your skin where only he can see them. Youâre sure when he asks you to tie his hands to the bed. Youâre sure when he asks you to untie him so he can fuck you into the mattress. Youâre especially sure when he wraps himself around you to fall asleep. Itâs everything youâve wanted, but only because itâs him. It wouldnât be the same with anyone else.)
Morning comes and everything looks even better in the soft light of a winterâs morning. Youâre not sure youâre ever going to get Soonyoung out of your bed (or your apartment) and youâre not really sure you want to. The new year is right around the corner and you canât wait to see what it brings the both of you.
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strawberry chocolate parfait \ nanami kento x reader (ch.1)
word count: 1.1k tags: slight slow burn, pining, romance, fluff, added as i go! setting: you are a worker at a bakery that nanami kento frequents ⥠authors note: hello ^_^ i hope you are doing wonderful! this is my first time writing for nanami. pls enjoy! chapter: 1/? <next>
Chapter 1 - Vanilla Cake
âDoes this guy need helpâŠ.?â
âHeâs staring real hard at the breadâŠ. Omg- is it ugly? Aw hell- I made that this morningâŠâÂ
Your thoughts were cut off by the towering figure of a man, with two loaves of baguette in one hand and one container of cake, that happened to be your favorites, in the other. You smile up at him, âWill this be everything?â He gives a stiff nod, locking his eyes with yours, then you giggled; âThen.. I guess I'll bag-uette up for you..âÂ
No? No reaction..Damn, tough crowd..Â
He thanks you and you bid him farewell and to come back soon. You couldâve sworn he almost smiled⊠maybe that was a look of irritation..?
After he leaves eyesight, You make haste by sitting down behind the counter, face flushed with embarrassment and agony. It made you cringe. Why would you say that? Your coworker giggled at you, making sure to add salt to the wound, âYou tried.. Thatâs all it matters.â she gives you a head pat and continues, âHeâs a regular here. Heâs probably gonna come back in another couple of hours on his way home or something.â
âThen how come Iâve not seen him before?â
âDunno.. Heâs been away for a couple months now.âÂ
âWhatâs his name?â
âYou should ask when he comes back.â
âIsnât that weird?â
âOh but asking some other random person, who doesnât know him at all, by the way, isnât weird?â
She has a point.
You looked down at your phone and idly texted your friend Nobara about your day and fashion related topics.Â
You met when Nobara came down to the bakery to get some pastries for her boyfriend. You hit it off right away due to shared interests, albeit you being 7 years older. Nobara enjoyed having an older sister with an affinity for style, love for shopping, and interest in all the cool girl stuff that Maki wouldnât normally talk to her about.Â
Right now you two are discussing weekend plans. Nobara and her boyfriend Yuji, along with Megumi, and their teacher Gojo were going to a karaoke room cause it had been a while since Gojo had gone out with his students. He was stuck on oversea assignments for the past couple of weeks and he dearly misses them, or so he says. As always, you had been invited and of course you said yes!Â
You are very fond of the kids and Gojo. The 3 of them reminded you of your siblings back home, and well- Gojo is Gojo. Plus, if you had declined, Gojo would pester you non-stop.Â
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After a mini rush, you sit down, tired, ready to bite down into your sandwich, when on queue, the door swings open, revealing the tall blonde man, taking his glasses off as his eyes pierce you again. You wave at him and he just nods. You get a bag ready as the man collects another slice of the same cake he had bought earlier. He also got another dessert, this time, a small vanilla custard tart w/ fruits on top, made by yours truly. He comes up to the counter, and you stiffen up in shyness, âIs this everything for you?â
The man looked tired, but he let out a soft, yet stern âyes.â
As you rang up his order you looked back up to him, your lips curling into a small grin, âHow was work?â This caught them both off guard, âOh- I didnât- I didnât mean to assume-â I mean.. Unless this guy enjoys walking around in a whole business suit for funsies.
He actually lets out a chuckle, âItâs okay. It was a busy day.âÂ
You both stayed silent for a second before he asked in return, âHow was your day, miss?â This made you feel warm and your smile only got bigger, âIt was wonderful! I got to serve a lot of customers. They bought their kids in. It was so fun.â
âAnd cause you came into the shop twice.â
âAh sorry.. Iâm trailing. I didnât mean to ramble- you must be dying to get home.â
âNo, I could get used to listening to you.â Â is what he wanted to say;
Instead he lets out a relieved sigh, âItâs alright. Iâm glad you had a good day today.â This caused your cheeks to tint red. Dying from embarrassment because you just knew that your coworkers were listening in, she redirects the topic, and points at the cake, âDo you like those?â He nods again, âTheyâre the best Iâve ever had. Compliment the baker for me.â Oh your heart, you could hear it beating so hard from your chest.Â
You do a mental fist pump before clapping your hands with glee, âOh Iâm so glad you liked them!â You go around the counter and grab another slice just for him. You stared up at him in absolute awe, because behind the counter was elevated by at least a foot.Â
This man was tall, as hell.Â
He just looks down at you eyeing your move. You push the cake towards him even harder, âThis one is on the house!â He tilts his head in question. You double down and nod your head, affirming the choice. He grabs hold of the cake with one hand, âThank you. I appreciate that.â
âAsk for her name Nanamiâ He repeats to himself in his head
âWhat is your name?â She beats him to the punch.Â
âHave you lost your touch?â-- âNanamiâ
âI really like your name. Itâs beautiful! My name is Y/N.â
âY/N, huh.. What a nice name..â
You give him his bag as he recollects his thoughts, âItâs nice to meet you. Iâve got to get going. Workâ You shoot him one last smile before waving him off, âThank you for coming! It was nice to meet you! Donât work too hard!â
An hour goes by and it's time for the bakery to close for the night. You turn the lights off as the ladies load up the delivery car with food that wasnât sold for the day so they could give it to the local kitchens and homeless shelters. You bid your coworkers farewell before hopping into your car and collecting yourself, before driving home.
After you get home you jump into bed, eager to text Nobara.Â
[Txt]Â Y/N - âI met such a cute guy today!â
A second later thereâs an audio msg from her of Gojo;
[Voice Recording] âWahh?! Y/N I wasnât there today!â in a whiny bit.
You laugh as Nobara actually sends a text;
[Txt] Nobara - âTell me all about it when you come to karaoke⊠matter of fact, he should come!â
But you just met.. How are you going to pull that off⊠and will he even want to go is the better question⊠what if he thinks youâre weird ⊠oh lord⊠so many overthinking possibilities.. Ok but what if he actually says yes?
[Txt] Y/N- âAre you sure?â
[Txt] Nobara - âYeah! Gojo-sensei is paying anyway.â
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đ”đŠđđ đźđŠ đȘ'đź đșđ°đ¶đł đšđȘđłđ - g.listing x readerÂ
Summary: You and Georg have been "you and georg" for a while now - definitely more than friends but still less than a couple. Your arrangement seemed to be working fine until Georg spots a mystery bouquet of flowers at your place and his behavior starts to shift in unexpected ways.
warnings : Friends with benefits i guess. Light Angst. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Fingering. Spanking. Cum Play. Protected sex. Feelings realization. Female bodied reader
a/n: this was supposed to be a very short and very small oneshot but turned into a whole ass fic đđ i love feeding my fellow georg fangirlies
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âIf youâre not ready in 15 minutes, Iâm going without you,â Georg declares.
âCool but itâs my friends weâre having dinner with, so that might be controversial,â you point out, nudging his elbows off your vanity so you can open the drawer in front of where heâs sitting.
âOh, they like me better than you, it wonât be a problem,â he teases, handing you the beauty blender you were looking for.
You snatch it from his hand. âHey, you literally werenât even invited, you just asked if I was busy and said âoh that could be funâ when I told you what I had planned.â
âI feel like my presence was assumed when they asked you,â he shrugs.
You toss the sponge at him and he laughs as you shoo him out of the room so you can finish putting yourself together.
You and Georg have been together for a few months, although neither of you have ever tried to discuss what âtogetherâ actually means. Your relationship seemed to be an endless string of implications. When you met, it was implied you liked each other. When you made out at a party a few weeks later, it was implied it was as friends. When you started sleeping together, it was implied it was casual. In your mind, you were something more than âfriends with benefitsâ but still something less than a full-on relationship.
He puts a record on and has just crossed into the kitchen to help himself to a bottled water from your fridge when he notices a vase of flowers on the counter that he definitely didnât send you.
âFancy flowers,â he comments. âWho sent them?â He asks, despite immediately checking the card and seeing the message alongside what seems to be a masculine name:
âThanks for last weekend, letâs do it again sometime ;)â
Youâre rooting around in your closet, trying to find the top you had planned on wearing while your mind is focused on your mental checklist of everything you still have left to do before you leave; it takes a good 15 seconds for it to register that Georg has even said anything and another 10 before you distractedly call out âa friendâ in response.
Georg sits on your couch and while his hands are turning the pages of some random magazine he found on your coffee table, his eyes are fixed on the bouquet he can still see sitting on the kitchen counter. Youâve never discussed exclusivity, he would have no right to be jealous. But he canât deny the panic that ran through his body when he saw that card and he canât keep his mind from racing now.
He thinks heâd almost feel better if heâd found evidence you were fucking someone else; he hates the thought of someone else touching you but heâs also confident that they couldnât possibly make you feel the way he does in bed. Heâs not worried about the sex. But flowers? That implies romance, implies thoughtfulness and intimacy, which are things he wouldnât blame you for seeking elsewhere. He knows he hasnât been offering that to you in the ways he could, in the ways you probably deserve.
He tortures himself with these thoughts a bit longer and then props himself in the doorway of your bedroom to check on your progress.
âOh youâre still here? You were so quiet out there I figured you made good on your threat and you were already at the restaurant ordering without me,â you tease, pulling on your boots.
Georg gives a half-hearted chuckle in response. âYou look nice,â he compliments you quietly.
You flash him a pleasant but puzzled smile; somethingâs off with him, you donât think heâs ever said you look âniceâ as long as youâve known him and he never passes up a chance to banter with you.
He makes small talk but you notice the way his fingers are fiddling with the label of his water bottle and how his eyes hesitate to look for yours. By the time youâre ready, heâs nonchalantly mentioned the flowers three times and asked you to a party next weekend, when he usually never plans that far in advance.
You pause gathering your things as you realize whatâs happening. Heâs fucking jealous, you amusedly think to yourself. Part of you wants to tease him about it but thereâs an underlying sense of nervousness to it thatâs almost sweet. How could something as innocuous as a vase of flowers shake this manâs seemingly endless confidence?
âI wasnât trying to be vague before,â you tell him. âI helped someone move last weekend; only a couple people showed up to help, it was pretty intense. Thatâs what the flowers are for.â
âLetâs do it again sometime, winky face?â He raises his eyebrows, casually drinking from his water bottle to show how unbothered he is.
You make a face. âI shouldâve figured youâd read the card,â you tease. âI joked that the move was so brutal Iâd sooner buy him the apartment than help again when the lease is up.â To punctuate your story, you walk over, peck him on the lips and affectionately straighten his shirt collar. âI donât know what youâre thinking but I can tell you youâre probably overthinking it.â
Georg tightens his jaw and runs his tongue over his lips as he listens to you. âDidnât even know you liked flowers,â he shrugs as you smile softly at him.
When he doesnât immediately follow you out of the bedroom, you know his wheels must still be turning. You get your keys out of the dish and text your friends that youâre leaving now. He finally appears and just as youâre about to tell him you really need to get going, he grabs you and gives you the most over the top, absurdly intense kiss of your life. One hand twisted in your hair, one hand pressing you against him, tongue claiming your mouth as his. Heâs clearly trying to prove a point - what and to who, youâre not quite sure - but he certainly proves it.
He pulls away, fire in his eyes and casually says, âYou lock up, Iâll get the car started?â as if nothing happened.
You stand there, stunned for a moment, quickly attempt to repair your smudged lipstick and lock the door to meet him outside.
The car ride is mostly silent, save for the radio. Georg plants his hand on your thigh the second you get in the car and it doesnât budge the entire time. When you grab drinks with your friends at the bar, his hand never leaves your back. During dinner, his arm snakes around your waist the second you slide in the booth next to him. To the outsider this would seem possessive and youâre guessing it partly is but you think youâre pretty good at reading Georg at this point and to you, it feels more complex than that.
Heâs still his engaging and charming self, chatting endlessly with everyone about everything but you can tell heâs in his head and youâre not entirely sure why. You recall how unnerved he seemed back at your apartment. You think about the number of times heâs leaned in to whisper a joke or comment in your ear tonight. You feel the gentle way his fingers brush over your hip while you wait for the check and you start connecting the dots.
It may have started with jealousy but this goes deeper than some basic macho territorial bullshit. Youâre fascinated as you consider this development. He never seemed to feel angry or betrayed at the thought of someone else holding your attention; he just seemed troubled. Sad. And now it feels like heâs constantly reassuring himself of your presence, like as long as he keeps touching you, keeps engaging you, youâre undeniably there with him.
Your head swims as you consider the implications of this. You never doubted you both cared for each other but is it more serious than that to him? To you? You focus on him talking with your friends and you donât realize youâre staring until you feel his eyes on you. He looks at you with amused expectancy; you just shake your head and smile fondly.
Your friends say their goodbyes and you start down the street back to the car park. Georg reaches for your hand and it kind of breaks your heart so when you stop to wait for the crosswalk, you place his arm around you and snuggle into him. He looks at you quizzically, as if heâs surprised by your affection. He truly has no idea how transparent he is sometimes, you think to yourself as you mumble something about being cold.
As you make your way down the block, he starts chattering away about the nightâs events and with each comment you burrow further into his embrace, appreciating the cool night air and the sound of his voice.
By time youâve reached the parking structure, youâve got your arms wrapped around him, inside his jacket. He sways with you as you wait for the elevator, âAm I dropping you back home?â
Your answer comes out muffled as youâve decided to take this opportunity to bury your face in his chest. âYour place.â
He kisses the top of your head and clarifies, âThought you had work tomorrow?â
As the elevator doors open, you say, âBut your place is closer nowâ with a glimmer in your eye and you pull him, first into the elevator and then into you. You give him a kiss reminiscent of his over the top, absurdly intense one from earlier but yours has no underlying point to prove. Youâve decided you need him, only him and you want to be sure he knows that.
The car ride is once again silent but this time there is a different tension in the air. His hand finds its way onto your thigh again, though this time itâs definitely a few inches higher. You canât help but study him, as breathtaking as ever, lit only by the glow of evening traffic. Youâre now almost as lost in your thoughts as you know he was earlier. He was so perturbed by those goddamn flowers, why? If you had found a gift from someone you didnât know at his place, would you be feeling the same way? Youâre pretty sure you would.
He catches your gaze at a stop light or two but he doesnât say anything, just gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and turns back to the road. As soon as he shuts the engine off, youâre practically lunging across the car to get your lips back on his again. He indulges you for a minute and then breezily laughs, âletâs get you inside thenâ as he pries you off of him.
Once inside, itâs a dizzying clash of teeth, tongues, lips and limbs as you stumble up the stairs into the bedroom. Youâre not sure exactly when it happened but suddenly heâs in his underwear and has you naked and spread in front of him.
He runs his fingers through your folds as he looks at you with a predatory glint in his eyes, asking, âWet already, huh? This all for me?â
Thatâs apparently the extent of his teasing mood as he dives right in and starts eating you out before you even think to answer. You gasp and immediately tangle your fingers in his hair as he ruthlessly attacks your clit, first swirling it with the tip of his tongue and then sucking it in between his lips. The way he alternates broad strokes of his wide tongue with deliberate rapid fire flicks has you whimpering faster than you thought possible.
âBeen wanting to taste you all evening, beautiful, thought weâd never get away,â he murmurs as he teasingly presses light kisses into your thighs.
âGeorgâŠâ you start, still attempting to catch your breath. âWhat is going on with you tonightâŠâ
He chuckles and replies, âSays the woman who practically jumped me in the parking lot after dinner?â He pushes himself up your body to kiss you deeply, both of you groaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.
He pulls away just enough to continue, âSays the woman who could barely wait for me to put the car in park before she pounced again?â Â He kisses you even harder, distracting you enough that you donât notice his hands have begun to wander until you feel two fingers slowly dragging against your pussy.
You break the kiss with a moan and Georg seamlessly moves his mouth to your neck, giving several teasing bites and nips before he raises his head to look directly at you and say, âSays the woman who I suspect has been dripping for me since the kiss I gave her before we left for dinner?â
He pushes his fingers into you with ease and expertly starts working them. âMaybe even before? Has my girl been wanting me this badly all night?â
You feel your skin flush as you hear the words âmy girlâ come out of his mouth; this is new. Thatâs as far as your thought process gets because then heâs curling his fingers and all you can focus on is the way your walls are beginning to twitch and tighten around them, âGeorg⊠pleaseâŠâ is the best response you can manage.
His hand thatâs not buried inside you traces down your throat and over your breasts. âPlease what, baby? Think you know youâre gonna have to do better than that,â he teases.
â⊠Want to cum⊠pleaseâŠâ you breathlessly pant out, rocking your hips against his fingers which have slowed to an agonizingly slow pace, keeping you just on the edge of orgasm.
âOh donât worry, pretty girl, youâll cum alright,â he teases with his bottom lip fixed in a mock pout. âGotta make it up to you, I obviously shouldâve filled you the second I walked through your door tonight,â he speeds his fingers back up and adds his thumb into the mix, rubbing it against your clit, causing your legs to shake.
You grip his arm thatâs working you over, digging your nails into his bicep as your entire body tenses and you pulse around his fingers. âThatâs my girl, that was a good one, wasnât it?â he coos as he pumps his fingers into you a few more times for good measure.
You can only breathe heavily in response; your mind and body are both reeling. There it is again: my girl. That kiss by your door, his hands on you all evening, now my girl. Youâre not sure if itâs intentional or if his subconscious is giving him away, but heâs claiming you. Youâre much more comfortable with that idea than you thought youâd be.
The second it seems like youâve started to catch your breath,Georg withdraws his fingers from your body and sucks them clean, exaggeratedly groaning his approval. You reach out for him, hoping for a kiss but before you even realize whatâs happening, heâs back between your legs lapping away at your center again. âGeorg, what the fuck,â you cry out, legs involuntarily closing around him.
Unfazed, he easily spreads your legs back how he wants them and looks up at you, face obscenely wet and glistening from his task. âYou tasted so good on my fingers, I wanted more straight from the source,â he shrugs and immediately returns to his mission.
You involuntarily let out a tiny moan at his remark before tugging on his hair to get his attention. âToo muchâ is all you manage to get out before he licks at your clit in just the right way to make you jolt and let out a guttural groan.
He pulls back and snickers against your thigh. âThatâs what I thought, do I know my girl or do I know my girl? Know when youâre ready for another one before you even do, know how to leave you speechless with just a couple flicks of my tongue,â he sneers, rapidly fluttering over your clit in demonstration. âKnow this pussy even better than you do, bet youâve never had anyone else who can say that, have you?â Â
You grab onto his shoulder and moan as soon as you hear that magic phrase, my girl, again. Georgâs dirty talk has always been a huge turn on for you but tonight the language is as telling as it is arousing: you are his. You decide that you like it, you want that and you like that he wants that.
You sigh deeply, disappointed but not surprised, when he pulls away just as you feel your climax begin to build. He kisses up your stomach until he reaches your tits, spreading sloppy kisses over one while he squeezes the other, rolling over the nipple with his thumb. Youâre not quite sure why tenderness is your instinctual response but you go with it, softly running one hand through his hair and stroking his face with the other.
He looks up at you and his eyes are as breathtaking as always, glowing with both a familiar fire and also a softness youâve only seen on occasion. You canât help but smile as you tell him, âYouâre unbelievable.â
âIs that a complaint or a compliment?â He asks with a smirk as he turns his attention to your other breast, repeating his actions.
âNot sure⊠both maybeâŠâ you reply, in a dreamy haze of fondness, amusement and desire.
âIâll take it,â he mutters against your skin. Satisfied with his work on your chest, you see him start to move back down between your legs.
âGeo⊠no, need more,â you object, attempting to pull him back up to you.
âThatâs what Iâm tryna to give you here, baby,â he chuckles, allowing you to pull him up to your lips.
You frantically kiss him and grabble between your bodies until your hand finds his erection still confined in his boxers and you give it a squeeze. âGod, Georg, honestly I just want your cock more than anything right now,â you hate how pitiful you sound but you also hope itâs enough that heâll give you what you want.
Instead he looks you directly in the eye, grins and taunts, âBut when donât you want my cock more than anything?â
He impishly pecks your nose and confidently states, âFirst you cum on my tongue. Then you can cum on my cock.â And with that, heâs suddenly peppering quick kisses all the way back down your body, musing almost to himself, âNo one else can make you feel this way, can they? Know how to get you off like this? Gets you this needy?â
He dives back in with a renewed sense of purpose and has you cumming within moments; you swear at a certain point you can feel him grin against your sensitive core, clearly reveling in the nonsensical murmurs you donât even realize youâre letting out until you hear them yourself.
âGood girl, sound so pretty when you cum for me, taste even better,â he praises, pressing a final kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before heâs on his feet, finally stripping off his underwear and retrieving a condom from the bedside table.
Youâre tired from his teasing but the anticipation of finally having him inside you fuels your decision to snatch the package from him and begin tugging at his cock as soon as heâs within arms reach. You roll the condom on him as he tucks your hair behind your ear and says, âBeen so good tonight, baby, you decide how you want it.â
You purse your lips in amusement because while his offer appears generous, based on the tone of the evening and the charged mood youâre both in, thereâs no way he doesnât already know youâre about to choose his preferred position.
You reach up and kiss him lustfully one more time before you dramatically turn over and raise yourself up on all fours, looking over your shoulder at him with an expectant look. He raises an eyebrow at you and you playfully roll your eyes at him, âAre you going to pretend like youâre surprised or are you gonna fuck me?â
He grips your ass cheeks, kneading them in each hand, fondly clicking his tongue, âCum twice already and still so impatient.â
You expect him to tease you; he always does and after the evening youâve had, you assume youâre in for another tortuous display of dominance so it takes you by surprise when heâs suddenly sliding in to you. You hear his breathing become noticeably more pronounced as he buries himself and his fingers lightly trace down your spine, his actions pausing for just a beat longer than youâd like.
Without even giving it a second thought, you start eagerly moving against him. "Need me that badly you canât even wait one second for me to catch my breath?â He taunts in a voice thatâs both amused and aroused. He wraps his hand in your hair and yanks hard. âSo desperate for me to wreck you, gotta fuck yourself on my cock?â He punctuates his question with a swift smack to your ass.
You attempt to scoff at his teasing but a simple, strained âfuckâ leaves your lips instead as you steadily rock yourself back against him. He doesnât seem to mind your initiative, responding to your movements with approving groans and keeping his large hands occupied by covering your ass, first with sharp slaps followed by firm yet tender rubbing to soothe your reddening skin.
You hear yourself chanting âMore. Please. More.â in a rhythm matching the way youâre throwing your body back on him. He complies with your request, hand coming down on your backside multiple times in rapid succession and you cry out in satisfaction. You love the sting but you think you love the fact that youâll be wearing his marks for days even more.
A particularly strong blow has your arms giving out, dropping your upper body down to the bed with a moan. He takes this as you handing over the reins and quickly moves his hands from your ass to your hips, grip digging into your skin as he takes over and starts pounding into you. Â
âGoddamn you wrap around me so good, itâs like you were made to take my cock werenât you, beautiful?â His praise has both your mind and body humming; itâs been a long evening and although youâve already had two orgasms, you find yourself overwhelmed by the undeniable need to cum with him inside you.
He pushes down on the small of your back to pop your ass and fuck you at a better angle but the way his fingers firmly but gently fall on your skin reminds you of how he touched you earlier in the evening. In the restaurant. On the street. In the car. Always wanting to feel you, always confirming your presence, always reassuring the both of you that your rightful place was with him.
An unexpected wave of affection washes over you and suddenly youâre needing him in a much different way. You manage to feebly say, âGeo? Babe?â as you muster the strength to raise yourself back on one arm while you fling the other behind you, blindly searching for him.
You almost never call him pet names so it immediately jumps out at him; he notices the shifted tone in your voice and halts his actions. You turn your head to meet his gaze as he pants, âYou alright? Whatâs happening?â
Your hand finally finds his resting on your hip and you give it a squeeze, âChanged my mind. Need more of you on me.â
The confusion and concern that were clouding his features softens into something familiar yet somehow undefinable as he gingerly pulls out and leans forward to give you the softest kiss youâve received all evening. âWell, letâs do that then.â
You spin around to face him and sit back on your knees, pulling him into another soft, slow kiss, brushing his hair off his forehead. He basks in your tender attention for a moment before heâs guiding you back down onto the bed, situating himself to fully lay on top of you, between your legs, careful not to break your kiss until youâre ready.
He slips back inside you and before he even gets the chance to ask, a breathy âYessssâ is all the confirmation he needs to know that this is what you were craving. You wrap your legs around him and run your hands across his broad back, âJust wanted to feel more,â you explain.
Your eyes are closed, relishing the feel of his weight on you and the stretch of him inside you, so you donât notice the way he silently studies you for a moment before he lifts himself up and starts thrusting into you again.
For all the filth thatâs come out of your mouths this evening, this round finds you both unusually quiet, letting your joined symphony of moans, groans, âyeahs and âfucks say everything that needs to be expressed.
You feel him reach for your hand and move it to rest above you on the pillow, interlacing his fingers with yours; you respond with a squeeze and then one up him by turning your head to nip at his skin, simply because you can. Heâs left his signature up and down your body tonight, itâs only fair you get to leave a small token of your appreciation on his. Â
He hisses at the feel of your teeth lightly grazing his skin. âCome on, baby, play nice.â
âSince when do we do that?â You breathlessly reply and then bask in the glow of the grin you receive in response.
Still smiling, Georg shakes his head. âIf youâre able to make smartass remarks like that, clearly Iâm not doing my job here.â
He takes one of your legs from around his waist and lifts your thigh back towards your chest; your mouth opens to moan but nothing happens as he pulls almost entirely out and then fucks into you so much slower and deeper than before. He chuckles, âThatâs more like it.â
You consider rolling your eyes at his teasing or panting out another sassy quip at him but the way heâs moving in you feels so otherworldly you honestly donât care about anything else. You grab on to his forearm and dig your nails in.
âFeeling good, beautiful?â He reaches between you and mercilessly rubs your clit. âWhoâs making you feel this good?â
The sound emanating from your throat might be his name but mainly sounds like a series of whimpers.
He rubs harder and thrusts deeper. âDidnât hear you, speak up. Whose cock makes you feel like this?â You continue crying out nonsensically as you feel yourself on the verge of your third orgasm.
You need him close so you pull him down to you for a kiss. He sloppily licks into your mouth, panting against your lips. Heâs almost as gone as you are. You bite at his bottom lip and say, with a bit more desperation than you anticipated, âGonna cum for you, Geo.â He nods understandingly and pecks your lips once more.
His lips move to your neck as his thrusts speed up again; heâs determined now and youâre moaning in earnest. You feel that familiar burning in your core and your eyes instinctively flutter shut, savoring the fall into bliss.
âUh-uh, eyes open, baby. Want you to look at me. Need to be sure you know whose cock it is youâre cumming on,â Georg commands.
You force yourself to focus on him as you start to unravel, your entire body on fire, tensing deliciously; your mind is screaming his name but only indecipherable whines fall from your lips. Georg is relentless as he fucks you through it, his thrusts never slow; no matter how impossibly tight your pussy squeezes around his cock, he never stops driving into you even rougher and deeper than before.
His eyes remain locked on yours, making the entire experience feel unbelievably more intimate. You swear you can feel every pent up emotion from the evening - the jealousy, the worry, the possessiveness, the passion, the⊠love? - in his gaze and youâve never had a more intense orgasm, physically or emotionally.
As you come down from your high, you hear him praising you, âYes, baby⊠love making you cum⊠you always give so much⊠always such a good girl for me.â His words alone wouldâve earned a reaction from you but he sounds as wrecked as you feel, causing you to emit a deep and breathy moan at this realization. Heâs panting so heavily you know his release wonât be far behind.
You feel like youâre mad with desire at this point; youâre beyond satisfied and you know you couldnât possibly cum again but you still feel like youâre wanting something, you still need more of him. Feeling emboldened by watching Georg lose control and the euphoria still pulsing through your body, you find yourself digging your nails into his arms and muttering, âWant your cum, Georg.â
He lets out a grunt as his hips slam into yours. âOh, youâre definitely about to get it,â he smirks.
You sigh partly out of exasperation and partly out of arousal for what youâre about to request. âNo, Georg, I want it,â you pant. âWant you to cum on me, make me yours.â
His hips slow as he processes your words. âFuckâ is all he can manage to growl under his breath in response. He pulls out and you whimper at both the absence of him and the anticipation of whatâs going to happen.
Georg peels off the condom and you canât take your eyes off him as he wraps his long fingers around his cock and begins to stroke himself. It only takes a few tugs before heâs gasping and murmuring your name and you have to moan along with him when you feel his warm cum spurting onto your stomach and chest. He maintains a firm grip as the rhythm of his hand varies, making sure he squeezes out every last drop for you.
He hangs his head in exhaustion for a beat and then takes in the sight of you: fucked out, chest heaving, painted in his release. You catch him staring and offer him a tired yet mischievous smile; he seems to pick up on your wavelength and smirks as he runs a finger through the substance on your breasts and brings it up to your lips for you to suck off.
âJesus, baby,â he groans, shaking his head almost as if he canât believe his eyes. âDonât move.â He affectionately rubs your thigh a few times before he moves off the bed and ducks into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a wet washcloth. He climbs back next to you on the bed and presses a passionate kiss to your lips before he starts gently cleaning you up; itâs quiet for a few moments and the intimacy is not lost on either of you. You reach up and brush his hair from his eyes.
âHey,â you start, fondly. He smiles much softer than he has all night. âHey yourself,â he giggles. You pause and feel a bit of leftover boldness coursing through you, so you comment, âYou seem like youâve got something on your mind. â Georg bites his lip and exhales deeply, clearly considering how to answer. He looks down, avoiding your eyes, and fusses over a mark on your hip thatâs sure to form into a gnarly bruise by morning.
âSorry if I got a little crazy tonight, I know Iâm usually better at checking in with you,â he muses. You sit up and squeeze his shoulder. You feel the urge to reassure him but you can tell heâs on the verge of opening up and you donât want to derail him.
Youâre trying to find the courage to prompt him further when he surprises you by admitting, âIt just really fuckinâ got to me when I thought⊠â he trails off, looking away again. âI got weirded out about those flowers and I shouldnât have. And Iâm sorry.â He tosses the washcloth onto the nightstand in exasperation. You give him a faint smile. âGeo, I told you âââI know and I believe you but I just started thinking⊠and then I couldnât stop,â he confesses quietly.Â
He stands up and pulls on a pair of shorts before busying himself by starting to tidy the bed. You excuse yourself to the bathroom. You figure he could use some time to process whatever it is heâs still trying to work out so you wash your face, brush your teeth and slip on a t-shirt of his you find discarded on the counter. You venture back into the bedroom and find him tossing the pillows back onto the bed after having changed the sheets. He still looks lost inside his thoughts and you yearn to ease his mind. You walk over and hug him from behind, burying your face into his back; he gives your arms an affectionate squeeze.Â
âI know we donât really talk about this kind of thing but I feel like you should know I havenât seen anybody else since we started talking,â you offer, your confession muffled with your face still pressed against his skin. âIt hasnât even been a conscious thing, I just⊠havenât been interested, I guess.â Georg pulls you to his side and kisses the top of your head. âThank you for telling me that,â he murmurs, rubbing your back.
You quickly come around and kneel on the bed in front of him so that youâre at his eye level and you wrap your arms around his neck. âAnd I liked everything that happened tonight; you know I would have told you otherwise,â you assert. He nods in acknowledgement so you continue, âI like hearing you tell me Iâm your girl, I like when you make me feel like Iâm yours⊠âÂ
You feel tempted to look away, to fidget with the necklace heâs wearing but you resist.
 You look straight into his eyes, full of warmth and attentiveness, and state, âYou know, I could be yours, if thatâs something you decide you want.âÂ
Georg only lets your words hang in the air for a split second before he wraps his arms around you tightly and kisses you slowly; itâs intense and passionate but not in the same over the top, cocky way that he kissed you back at your apartment.
 This kiss is also trying to prove something but itâs a message meant only for you and heâs taking his time to make his point clear.
When your mouths finally separate, you take a deep breath and steady yourself on his arms. You open your eyes at him and grin.
âWas that your way of asking?â
#tokio hotel smut#tokio hotel#georg listing#georg listing x reader#georg x you#georg listing smut#tom kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x reader#gustav schafer x reader#tom kaulitz smut#bill kaulitz smut#gustav schafer smut
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đŒđŒđŒ I really liked your headcanons for the Sdv+Sdve bachelor's! i think they're all super fun to read. Could you do the bachelor's reacting to a spouse whose like a mad scientist doing crazy shit like reviving a dead body with chemicals alone or growing hybrid crops, or even just laughing manically in their secret farm lab while they work on one of their crazy (and usually improbable but they still make it work) experiments again. HAVE A GOOD DAY THANK YOU :-)
This ask fits the spooky month vibe perfectly, hee hee đ Thank you for the ask and your kind words, hope you have a great day too! Enjoy đ«°đ
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You know that meme about "My hot witch wife and me doing whatever she wants"? That's how you could describe Farmer and their spouse Sam. The young guitarist was naturally surprised at first, but Farmer has so many amazing things and pots with unusual plants that it just takes your breath away. He'll even ask to be their assistant. By the way, Farmer can forget about the fact that the lab was "secret" because Sammy will post a ton of photos and selfies with his beloved spouse in front of all the reagents.
It is not new to Sebastian that Farmer was obsessed with science and mysteries, as they were constantly discussing some discoveries with his half-sister and stepfather. It's also not new to have a laboratory under their farmhouse. What Sebby didn't expect was that Farmer's place would be full of things that he doesn't know whether it's science or magic. So cool, and he's eerily curious to hear what Farmer will tell him about the new kinds of crops. Although necromancy makes him uneasy ("Is that... a zombie rats running around on the floor?"), he's generally intrigued.
Alex may not have understood most of what his spouse told him in their lab, but the athlete's gut tells that just about every object and plant in here could be a potential threat. He realizes that Farmer knows how to handle everything, and clearly loves being a scientist in addition to working in the fields, it's just... weird. And yet... Can they really bring the dead back to life? And can they bring his- No, that's wrong. Forget what Alex said. He won't mind Farmer's hobby, just... promise him to be careful.
Shane has had all sorts of strange things happen in his life. Mostly thanks can be said to Joja.co and their "special laboratory to improve the quality of products for life". Shane has only been dragged to such demonstrations once, but it was enough to last him a lifetime. So don't let Farmer be surprised that chicken man's face turned pale, because not only is the flashback, but Farmer's creations look even scarier. "They're useful!" Thanks Farmer, but Shane didn't feel any better.
Baffled by the plants he has never seen before, dumbfounded by the huge number of flasks with a rather dangerous liquid, and a little frightened by Farmer's maniacal laughter, which is the envy of any actor playing a super-villain... But with all this, Elliott tries to support the hobby of his dearest spouse, although the writer and little understands in what Farmer tells him boisterously. Plus, the whole mad scientist vibe is sure to inspire Elliott to write his first Gothic novel about the love between a mad scientist and a lonely vampire (we'll pretend we don't know who that vampire is, m'kay).
As soon as Farmer finished showing Harvey their secret laboratory, describing the experiments in detail and laughing triumphantly, the poor doctor forced a smile out of himself and gave a thumbs-up. Inside Harvey, though, everything was screaming. New kinds of plants raised a lot of doubts about whether it was safe to eat, the amount of dangerous liquids increased the desire to wrap the Farmer from head to toe in clothes protecting him from burns, and in the case of necromancy Harvey would be just speechless, considering it immoral. Really... mixed emotions, to put it kindly.
The whole Farmer's laboratory, their experiments with crops, going beyond the boundaries of science and even magic, intrigues Victor as much as it scares him. Although, to be honest, it frightens him much more. The spaghetti lover really wants to support Farmer in their hobby, but there are a few things that make him very wary. It seems that one of the books written by the adventurers stated that necromancy is forbidden. And also, Victor himself thinks it's not very ethical, soooo.... Should he be worried about Farmer's experiments?
When Lance first met his future spouse, in the depths he was a little hesitant to trust Farmer to find and grow monster crops. But after they showed him a laboratory with a huge number of very strange but quite interesting plants with unusual fruits, the gallant adventurer immediately realized that for Farmer to deal with such crops was not the first time. He would still warn about necromancy, though, for although there were still debates about whether to ban or allow this dark school, Farmer could bring trouble on themselves and others...
Aside from the fact that Farmer's wicked laughter over the table of reagents reminded Magnus of his ex-wife, who was also laughing almost like that in front of her bubbling cauldron, the wizard wasn't particularly bothered by such a quirk of his spouse. The only BUT will be if Rasmodius notices their attempts to revive the dead. Necromancy is forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, at least without official permission and a mentor to supervise at all times. Besides, showing such disrespect for the dead is simply immoral. Magnus doesn't mind Farmer's experiments, but no necromancy, or they'll be in big, big trouble.
#stardew valley#sdv#stardew valley expanded#sve#sdv sam#sdv sebastian#sdv shane#sdv alex#sdv elliott#sdv harvey#sve victor#sve lance#sve magnus#sdv wizard#sdv headcanons#sve headcanons#thanks for the ask!#glad you liked my headcanon âșïžđ
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for the otp ask game đđđ
10 - if your otp had met at a different point in time/their lives, what would change? would they still end up together?
i think this is sooo interesing like what if they met in college or even long after college???
Thank you for the ask! đ©· Since my answer got super long, Iâll only talk about the first scenario here, but we can discuss the "long after college" one too if you guys are interested.
Most likely, Gale wouldnât have survived Broken Things but let's headcanon something more positive.
If they met in college...
Since they werenât there for each other's high school years, Bucky was a bit of a womanizer throughout high school, while Gale was more withdrawn, very quiet and hardened by the abuse he experienced without much support. Gale never had mental health care because his parents' insurance didnât cover it and he had no other means to get it. Therefore, he missed out on a lot of positive experiences that heâll go through during college instead.
Bucky has a lot of dating and sexual experience, been through heartbreak and one-night stands, and plans to continue in college. He has explored his bisexuality to some degree too. Heâs a bit wary of deep relationships because he gets hurt easily. Heâs very attached to his mom and still longs for the memory of his dad. Heâs a party animal.
Gale has never had a relationship before - high school was all about surviving to him. He wants to open up to the world, finally live and find things he enjoys. Tries out a lot of new sports and other activities and feels really happy about having friends. He wants to lose his virginity and doesnât care if itâs through a one-night stand (although he secretly longs for something romantic).
He and Bucky meet at a party and go to Gale's dorm right after to hook up, but despite his drunkenness, Bucky notices how inexperienced Gale is and confronts him about it. When Gale admits to it, Bucky pulls back. With the mood ruined, Gale thinks Bucky will leave, but he doesnât. At this point, Bucky's happy if he receives physical contact, doesnât want to spend the night alone. Like some big, docile dog, he lies down cuddling Gale and makes out sloppily with him until they fall asleep.
In the morning, Gale is super embarrassed and is in a dark spiral even though he loved cuddling through the night (was starving for it actually). Heâs aloof with Bucky and doesnât know how to act around him. Bucky's charmed and intrigued by the awkward behaviour, especially because Gale does agree to eat breakfast with him and doesnât tell him to fuck off.
It doesn't take long before they end up dating. Gale starts trusting Bucky and enjoys that Buckyâs so happy go lucky. But hoo boy, theyâre not prepared for each other's darker side...
When Bucky realizes that he has fallen in love, his previous act of just having fun in the relationship falls apart completely. He gets really obsessed, anxious and overbearing suddenly. Gale is taken aback and doesnât know what triggered the behaviour, but he pushes back viciously. They have a few fights, but it's not prolonged like in [HS AU canon] because this is not about changing established boundaries, itâs about establishing them for the first time. During the last big fight they have about this, Gale confesses some things about his past, and that cools things down quickly.
When they make up after that fight, Bucky tells Gale that he loves him, and Gale struggles a bit but manages to say it back. Bucky takes him home to introduce him to Georgia not long after.
In their later life, I think they would go through more periods with mental health issues than [HS AU canon]. Gale would get along with Georgia but wouldnât be close to her. He wouldnât go to Switzerland, and he and Bucky would get married much later. They wouldnât have the fight about kids at 30 because Bucky wouldnât try to keep his change of mind quite as long from Gale, and that would make it easier to reconcile. They would rely slightly less on each other, and would be able to imagine life without the other but they donât want to, of course. đ©·
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i see it in your eyes
pairing: park junmin x f!reader đđ word count: 1.32k đđ content: fluffish, suggestive towards the end, swearing, best friends to more ig, đŁïž DIE FOR YOU JUNMIN MENTIONED!!!!!! u have been warned, that performance changes the trajectory of readers life, hunjae stirring the pot before they even know the pot exists, a very Passionate kiss, not betaâd or proofread! u alr know
synopsis: you had never thought of junmin in this light prior to tonight, but you donât think you could ever see him the same.
àšà§ watched a fancam that happened to be from one year ago last night and well⊠letâs just say my fingers had a mind of their own! ur welcome :3
You think youâre going crazy.
Scratch that. Youâre positive that youâre going crazy.
One would think that being best friends with Park Junmin of xikers was probably a dream come true. To an extent, you guess you could agree. Junmin was the attentive type. He always had this sixth sense for whenever you needed something. But that was just who he was a person, an idol or not.
Right now, however, you were wishing that you werenât best friends with Park Junmin.
He, so kindly, invited you to a show of their first tour and as you watch his unit stage with Hunter, you feel yourself slowly descend into insanity. As long as youâve known him, you have never seen this side of Junmin before. Heâs done a pretty good job at separating his idol and personal lives, so even when he was practicing, heâd never let you see. Now you know why.
The way he moves to the song, Die For You by The Weeknd, has your heart stuttering in your chest. Youâve known since his trainee days that he was a good dancer, but for him to evoke such strong emotions from you⊠Yeah, you were screwed. Royally.
And to put icing on top of the cake, he pulls up his shirt to show the audience his fucking abs.Â
Under the blue lights and the spell that entrances him every time he performs, Junmin looks breathtaking. Anybody with eyes could see visually that he was attractive, yeah, but for the first time in your friendship, youâre finally seeing it for yourself. His skin glistens ethereally and his expressions capture the mood of the moment perfectly. If you didnât know better, youâd think you were drooling with how awestruck you are.
Minjae, who was observing the two from off to the side of the stage with you, canât stop himself from laughing at your reaction. He pats your back as the song draws to a close. The action is supposed to be comforting, yet itâs anything but, considering he was poking fun at you not even two seconds ago. You wish the ground would swallow you whole.
The rest of the concert is kind of a blur, your brain hyper fixating on Junminâs Die For You performance. Time has long since passed, and the lot of you have found yourselves all crammed in the dorm with a table full of food. Your appetite is hardly there, nerves eating away at you as you sit beside your best friend, unable to look him in the eye.Â
The two of you havenât had the chance to talk about the show yet, and you can tell heâs just itching to ask for your opinion. He frowns when he realizes you havenât touched your plate, something very out of character for you. Youâd had an entire discussion about not eating much before the concert so you could enjoy this grand meal with him and his members.
âIs everythingââ
Hunter interrupts him with a clearing of his throat. âSo, Y/N, how did you like Junmin and Iâs stage?â
He wiggles his eyebrows at you and it takes absolutely everything in you not to burst into flames. You dig your nails into your palms before answering. âIf your goal was to seduce the crowd, then you guys did a really good job!â
The table erupts into laughter and you silently praise whatever higher being exists that you kept your cool. Minjae makes eye contact with you across the table, pretending to zip his lips and throw the key to the other side of the room. You mouth a âthank youâ to him, jumping back into the conversation when someone else asks you about the show.Â
Ultimately, your dinner continues without a hitch. No one finds out how you truly felt in regards to the Die For You performance, and you assume youâve made it out scot-free. You shouldâve known your best friend was too perceptive for his own good. Especially when it comes to you.
One of the groupâs drivers brought you back to your apartment and, of course, Junmin tagged along to ensure you got home safely. The entire drive over there is silent save for whatever music was playing lowly on the radio. Thereâs a weird tension in the air between you, even as he asks to walk you to your door. As youâre unlocking it, Junmin stops you.Â
âDid I do something?â He blurts out, halting you from entering your apartment. His hands shove into the pockets of his sweatpants nervously.
âWhâ Huh?â
âYou havenât talked to me much since we got back from the concert. I thought it was just in my head at first, but then we were in the car together and you didnât say a single word to me. Did I do something to upset you? Please, let me know so I can apologize and never do it again.â He explains.Â
âNo!â You shake your head profusely. âYou did nothing wrong, Junmin⊠Iâm justâ Iâm the one being weird.â
âCan you tell me why at least? Itâs gonna bother me all night until you do.â He fiddles with his fingers, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Part of you is way too embarrassed to admit the true reasoning behind you avoiding him. Though, the bigger part of you is well aware that he would never judge you. And the last thing you need is to keep secrets from your best friend.
âDonât laugh, okay?â You raise your pinkie, and when he locks it with his own you let out a heavy sigh. âI⊠canât stop thinking about the Die For You performanceâŠâ
His eyebrows furrow together, eyes cast down at the carpeted floor beneath you in deep thought. God, even when heâs confused, he looks so cute. You might actually explode right here in the middle of the hallway. You had never thought of Junmin in this light prior to tonight, but you donât think you could ever see him the same. Because of that, you needed to tell him how you felt.Â
âI donât understââ
âI couldnât stop staring at you, Junmin. Youâve never let me see you that way. Youâre always so modest and so shy and I donât know Iâ seeing you let go of that on stage, seeing how confident you can be made me feelâŠâ You trail off, averting his intense gaze.Â
He takes a step closer to you, unwavering when his index finger slides under your chin, lifting it so youâre forced to look at him again. ââMade you feelâ what exactly?â
Your lips part in surprise, that same confidence from earlier controlling him. His eyes are darker than usual. You swallow thickly when you say, âLike I could fall in love with you.â
Junmin wastes no time connecting your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. Despite never imagining what it would be like to be in this situation, itâs somehow simultaneously everything you thought it would be. Sparks ignite from where your mouths meet all the way to the tips of your fingers. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw and the other rests on your waist. Meanwhile, one of yours tangles in his hair and the other fists at the front of his shirtâ fittingly a white tank top.Â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do this,â he whispers against your lips, eyelashes brushing your cheeks. âHow long Iâve been waiting for you to look at me this way.âÂ
Itâs difficult not to gasp into his kiss, a small whine escaping you. Perhaps they werenât lying when they said boys and girls could never just be friends. You slot your lips with his once more before parting gently, peering up at him with the softest of smiles. âThen show me.â
He doesnât think twice about urging you into your apartment.
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#xikers#xikers x reader#xikers junmin#park junmin#park junmin x reader#junmin x reader#xikers drabbles#junmin drabbles#đ tiramisumin
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CC WRAPPED 2024
tagged by @cordiallyfuturedwight @jinstronaut @heybaetae @yooboobies @rjshope and @kimtaegis! thank you guys <3
another year gone, this one certainly did not fly though. i can't believe i've been on here for as long as i have, especially been active as long as i have either. i made a lot of sets this year (for obvious reasons) but i don't think any of them have been memorable to me at all. however, while thinking about it and discussing it with friends, i realized that i could make them do my work for me. <3 hence, this year's wrapped has a feature from people who have been around for me this year in various ways, most of them have heard me cry about why i did this to myself at least once, and all of them have been so so supportive i genuinely would not have even made it halfway through daily joon without them. i probably also would not have made it through Life without them. through this, i also realized i talk to a lot of people. somehow.
i am very grateful for every single person listed here, not only for the past year or past few years of friendship but also because when i texted them with no context right before christmas asking them to choose their favourite gif set and just assigned a month, all of them were like okay cool, no questions asked. you guys are all too cool to be my friends (except shivi <3 i'm kidding) but i'm glad i have all of you fooled into thinking i'm fun. :D thank you all of you i love you guys even if me saying it is an annual event. <3
JANUARY
@sugajimin's favorite - grammys joon ("coloring")
most popular - love wins all mv (also chosen by soph)
FEBRUARYÂ
@youngke's favorite - mma 2019 joon ("platinum joon, red light, insane angle"), joon about bangtan
most popular - joon during run bts rehearsal for ytc
MARCHÂ
@sopekooks' favorite -Â yoongi đđ ("to no oneâs surprise this is my #1, but itâs was very close with my #2. the only reason this made it to #1 is because of the background being purple đ„č"), smiley joon ("this is my #2 because he looks extremely good and his smile makes me want to eat bricks <333 sometimes iâm just a girl"), break the silence joon ("this is my number #3 because he looks extremely pretty and your coloring did so much justice to his skin tone. iâm once again in awe of ur coloring <3")
most popular - 171225 not today platinum yoongi
APRILÂ
@magicshop's favorite - rpwprpwprpwp reel ("i love this one <3333 the vibes are immaculate, the layout/gif size is perfect for the mood and you managed to make the coloring so consistent!!")
most popular - yoongi ly answer jacket making film for andi (i did not plan it this way i promise i chose the months and friends randomly)
MAYÂ
@kookjinnies'Â favorite - listed here because she really went above and beyond for this đ
most popular - mini & moni music teaser
JUNE
@jimimn's favorite - cutie jimin and fond joon, joon reacting to 2seok, message from jin, platinum joon, silly namkook
most popular - jin yeeting the bouquet (also was on shivi's neverending list)
JULYÂ
@taee's favorite - face yourself taejoon, funny joon, joontriever
most popular - do you know bts?
AUGUST
@joonie's favorite - kisses from joon ("ur asking the impossible there's so many great joon sets here")
most popular - smiley dynamite era joon
SEPTEMBERÂ
@jung-koook's favorite - rm vlog, dimples joon ("namjoon's long and black hair is one of my weaknesses đ© but I also love this clip sooo much")
most popular - smiley rpwp joon (bday set not even cracking top 5 rip)
OCTOBERÂ
@bisexualrapline's favorite - i'll be there teaser ("the clarity is crazy btw i think it's clearer than the actual teaser is on my laptop wtf")
most popular - jin shoulder
NOVEMBER
@bubmyg's favorite - namseok hearts
most popular - a dog and a plane trailer
DECEMBERÂ
my favorite - around the world in a day mv - gave me back my urge to gif truly and i love the mv so much <3
most popular (tentative) - around the world in a day mv clip
okay, now that my friends have gotten their attention quota for the year (i'm once again joking <3), i also want to thank everyone who has liked/rbed/not yet unfollowed me despite those phases i have where i spam drama sets onto your dashboards, especially the ones who at midnight kst are the first few to rb without fail every single day. i really appreciate you all and the fact that i've been giffing on here for nearly 5 years (in like 4 months omg) is definitely because everyone here has been so lovely to me <3 NEXT YEAR WE WILL BE SO FUCKING BACK BTW! IN A COUPLE OF DAYS LITERALLY! okay, now i'm going to shut up i feel like i've made up for not spamming the dash much the entire year with this post.
tagging everyone i've mentioned to post their wrapped as well, text posts or photo posts or gifs, doesn't matter hehe <3
#tag games#mutuals#i also want to say i just generally asked everyone for a set and everyone interpreted it differently which was fun to watch lmao#also didn't ask anyone for comments but some people sent them anyway so i included it hehe <3#if someone tagged me and i missed it i'm sorry these are all the notifs i had </3#will go through everyone else's lists and rb at some point hopefully i already rbed them all once though while queueing hehe#also hope tumblr does notify the people tagged. or im kms
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The grand unified theory of Good Omens S2 hangs on - you guessed it - a double meaning (and art). *Part 3*
Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End? This is major spoilers for season 3 territory. You have been warned. I'm also going to split this into parts because wow, I have so many âšCluesâš! My peeps, before I show you the prestige, we need to discuss Maggie. Maggie is SO WEIRD.
Right up top we get her telling us this. Who loves something since they were a baby? Since you were a kid sure, but how can you remember loving something since you were a baby?
This one's fun. The double meaning here is 1) I was a huge uptight nerd so I never went to parties and/or 2) I wasn't a human teenager so I never got to go to your earth parties. But check out when Nina and Maggie *first* meet in her coffee shop. We spend a lot of time in this scene, because it's framed as a meet cute, but it's also full of weird dialogue.
So i'm not a writer, someone feel free to tell me I'm wrong, but Maggie is remembered by Nina AS A COFFEE. She IS a skinny latte. This works on two levels again. 1) You're not important enough to me to remember you as a person, just as an order. 2) You do not fit into my memory of people I know, but subconsciously I remember you as NOT a regular human.
And then again when she leaves the shop, Nina isn't paying attention and just sort of subconsciously replies:
Again, two meanings. Maggie is unimportant to her, Maggie is also a *coffee*.
Which is weird, because as far as I can tell Maggie never drinks a coffee, or anything for that matter. Sure she orders stuff in the shop, and is offered food and alcohol, but we never see her actually drink or eat any of it. She stirs the tea but never takes a sip.
So what IS Maggie then? Many people have pointed out that Maggie and Nina are a coffeeshop AU of our heroes. Their visual presentation seems to be screaming Nina = Crowley! and Maggie = Aziraphale! And they *work* on opposite sides of the street and everything! So is Maggie just a stand-in for Aziraphale then, to make the parable work? Cool, then what's the parable?
Uh oh. What possible AU fiction ends up with the main love interests breaking up with their toxic ex, dancing in a ball and fighting demons together and then... just not ending up together? An AU written by kind of a bad writer who wants to show the two lovebirds he's trying to separate that it will never work. Oh hey look The Metatron is here:
Now, I think the same guy that has been adding bits and pieces in the past would have no problem adding stuff and/or people in the present to make a point. Maggie also seems to be pretty sure about quite a lot of things that I wouldn't be sure about, given the context.
Maggie's knows it's not going to do any good, but she has to tell them anyway? Tell them what, that Nina and Maggie talked it out and never ended up together? Wow, what a great message. Thanks Maggie. Maggie isn't just a downer of an example though, remember she's also A COFFEE! Shoved in Aziraphael's and Crowley's faces, asking them to take it and help her since the beginning.
There's a concept in magic tricks called a force, where it seems like someone has free will ; to put a card anywhere in a deck, or pick a number, or volunteer, but actually the outcome has been chosen for them by the magician for the trick to work. The actual trick is about getting the person to think they've freely chosen to participate in the trick, not the act of revealing the card. The real trick was never making Maggie and Nina try to fall in love, it was getting Aziraphael to think he had freely chosen to help Maggie get this whole thing going. And if we know one thing about Aziraphael, it's that he's actually terrible at magic. Aziraphael has been primed to take the coffee in S2E6, because he's been taking the coffee the whole season. Ready for the prestige reveal after the force? We're going right to The Metatron in Part 4.
#good omens prime#go season 2#go3#good omens s3#good omens meta#good omens spoilers#good omens season 2#go meta#ineffable husbands#art director talks good omens#nina and maggie#coffeeshop au#go spoilers
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In fact Open is a mandatory book for vr46 boys :)
ohhhhhh thank you!! that is SUCH impressive archiving, I'm always in awe of how much material you've amassed. and very based of them, big W for italian motorcycle racing. it's a great book!! I love that they've read it! there's a lot of sports autobiographies that take care never to stray from the generic when telling their stories... but this one has so much character that even knowing other professional athletes have read it makes me want to quiz them about what they thought
seeing as I've been given an opportunity to proselytise about this book, here is how it opens:
it's a book about having a deeply complicated relationship with the thing you've been forced to dedicate your whole life to, about being in constant pain and asking yourself if it's really worth it, about never having been given the time and space to develop properly into your own person... about hating tennis and never quite being able to walk away from it. the misery of winning and the refusal to countenance losing. the burden of having the whole world narrativise your career and your life, denying you the chance to do so for yourself, of being constantly judged and being constantly found inadequate. about rivalries!! having your whole career ending up being inadvertently defined by One Guy who you just don't really understand and who you can never escape
what agassi does is put words to a lot of the underlying narratives and themes of sports that other athletes also come into contact with in one way or another but are far less capable of articulating. you'll be hard-pressed to find another book that captures the humanity of sports so well, its twisted appeal and why it's so compelling
like,, idk there's so much going on in that book that when I find out another athlete has read it, I do want to basically go through it with them chapter by chapter (obviously I have a full set of notes and a highlighting system with one colour dedicated just to the sampras rivalry, so I'm well prepared for this task). it's cool that they've read it! good healthy interest in sports narrativisation on their part. in this post I brought up one of my favourite excerpts from the book when discussing the vale/casey rivalry -
- and idk, this kind of thing is just so fun and interesting you kinda want to go around and get everyone's thoughts on it. also obviously on a personal level,, enjoy the motogp guys, adore agassi and that whole era of tennis, so it's a fun crossover for me specifically. yay
btw, a new interview with agassi was published in the nyt a few days ago that I'd defo recommend to anyone with even just a passing interest in the sport (once you scroll past the bits about the worst event in tennis). starts with the line âas far apart as you are on a tennis court, you can actually feel the other one very intimately". even when he's delving more into the nuts and bolts of the sport, he just kinda gets how to explain it in a way that taps into the fundamental narrative appeal of what you're watching
oh yeah that's the good stuff
#now to introduce some of these fuckers to henin/clijsters and we're rolling#//#brr brr#batsplat responds#kwisatzworld#y'know that book was published to initially pretty significant backlash#because a lot of people didn't focus on all the moving personal struggles and instead jumped to 'WAIT AGASSI DID DRUGS???'#but eventually everyone calmed down about that bit and clocked it was an all time great sports book#obviously sampras did NOT appreciate some of agassi's comments. leading to The Indian Wells Murder Attempt#but hey you can't please everyone#clown tag
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Speeding Bonds: A Sainz Siblings Story
This is my first F1 fanfiction, and I'm excited to share it with you all! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Your feedback means a lot to me, so if you like what you read, let me know! If there's interest, I'll definitely add more to the story. Thanks for taking the time to check it out!
Character: Name: Ji-min Sainz Age: 23
Background: Ji-min was adopted from South Korea into the Sainz family when she was just a baby. Growing up in Spain, she was immersed in Spanish culture but always felt a connection to her Korean roots. She has a warm relationship with her adoptive family.
Ji-min discovered her passion for music at a young age and pursued it fervently. She auditioned for a talent agency in Barcelona and was selected to be a part of a five-member girl group called "Eclipse." Despite her busy schedule as a K-pop idol.
Meanwhile, her older Carlos Sainz Jr. was making a name for himself in the world of Formula 1 racing. Their paths rarely crossed due to their different careers and lifestyles, but Ji-min secretly followed Carlos's races, feeling proud of his achievements yet also envious of the attention and recognition he received.
As Ji-min's popularity as a K-pop idol soared, she kept her family background a secret, fearing that it might overshadow her own accomplishments and potentially cause unwanted attention. However, deep down, she yearned to connect with her brother.
The story:
SMS
Ji-min: Hey Carlos, it's Ji-min. Hope you're doing awesome today! đ
Carlos: Ji-min! What's up, little sis? đ Everything good on your end?
Ji-min: Yeah, all good here! Hey, I was actually wondering... would it be cool if I came to one of your races? I've been dying to see you in action, big bro! đïžđš
Carlos: Of course it's cool, Ji-min! I'd love to have you there cheering me on. But... are you okay with everyone knowing we're family? I mean, it's kind of a big deal to go public with this stuff.
Ji-min: Totally cool with it, Carli! I've been wanting to shout it from the rooftops for ages. đ Plus, I'm super proud of you, big bro! Let's show the world what the Sains siblings are made of!
Carlos: Haha, you're the best, Ji-min! Thanks for always having my back. đ Alright then, I'll hook you up with a pass for the race. Get ready for the full VIP treatment!
Ji-min: Woo-hoo! VIP treatment, here I come! đ Thanks a million, Carli. You're the best big bro a girl could ask for!
Carlos: Anytime, Ji-min! Can't wait to see you at the race, little sis. Get ready for some serious fun!
Ji-min: Counting down the days big bro! Vamos!
The day of the race:
At the Australian Grand Prix 2024
Ji-min made her way through the bustling crowds, the sun beating down on her as she walked. She was dressed in a simple sundress, a soft pastel blue that fluttered gently in the warm breeze. The fabric flowed loosely around her figure, offering comfort and ease as she navigated through the throngs of people.
A pair of oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, partially concealing her face and adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, strands of dark hair framing her delicate features.
Despite the casual attire, Ji-min moved with a graceful confidence, her steps light and purposeful as she weaved her way through the crowd. She kept her head down slightly, avoiding direct eye contact to minimize attention as she made her way towards the VIP area.
Occasionally, she caught snippets of excited chatter from nearby fans discussing the upcoming race and the drivers competing in it. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins as she neared the entrance, her heart pounding with anticipation.
As she reached the designated entrance for VIP guests, Ji-min took a deep breath, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface. With a confident smile, she presented her pass to the security personnel and stepped inside, ready to witness her big brother's momentous victory firsthand.
Her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her brother. She was so absorbed in her search that she didn't notice the people around her, her gaze moving to her phone screen as she typed out a message to Carlos.
"Hey Carli, just arrived. Where are you? "
Lost in her phone, Ji-min didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, she collided with someone, nearly dropping her phone in the process.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up to see who she had bumped into.
Standing before her was none other than Lando Norris, one of the drivers competing in the race. Ji-min's eyes widened in surprise, recognizing him instantly from his racing gear and signature smile.
Lando grinned apologetically, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries! "
Ji-min nodded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. Sorry for not paying attention."
Lando chuckled, waving off her apology. "Not a problem at all." giving her a friendly nod before continuing on his way.
As Ji-min watched him disappear into the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Little did she know, her encounter with Lando was just the beginning of an unforgettable day at the races.
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Ji-min's heart raced as she finally spotted her brother amidst the hustle and bustle of the Ferrari garage. Carlos stood surrounded by his team, his familiar smile lighting up his face as he greeted them with enthusiasm.
"Carli!" Ji-min exclaimed, weaving her way through the crowd until she reached him. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you."
Carlos turned towards her, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his little sister. "Ji-min! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace.
Wrapped in her brother's arms, Ji-min felt a rush of warmth and contentment wash over her. It had been too long since they last saw each other, and she cherished every moment they spent together.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Ji-min replied, pulling back to look at Carlos with a beaming smile.
They spent the next few minutes catching up, exchanging stories and sharing laughs as they soaked in the atmosphere of the race day. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched her brother interact with his team, his passion for racing shining through in every word and gesture.
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#f1#f1 x reader#fem reader#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 fandom#kpop#kpop idol#brother x sister#sainz#carlos sainz#lando norris#carlos sainz jr#kpop x reader#SiblingsInF1#F1Racing#character adopt#Adoption Story#f1 fiction#f1 fanfiction#f1 fanfic#formula 1#f1 2024#f1 x female reader#ferrari#fake oc#family#korean oc
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WELCOME TO OUR BLOG!
This is a blog for you to interact with some of the Paw Patrol pups: The Firefighter and EMT pup, Marshall; The Recycle Do-All pup, Rocky; and last but not least, The Cool Water-Loving pup, Zuma.
Before you can send asks or start a RP, please check the rules under the cut first. Hope to see you around and have some fun!
Ps.: Askbox opens from Friday to Monday early morning (GMT -3). It's closed as soon as I wake up (Posts tagged as "No Queue is too big No pup is too small" are scheduled posts).
RULES FOR INTERACTING
1-Â Be respectful. Thereâs an actual person sitting in front of a computer or holding her cell phone here, spending time to play as her favorite pups, interact with people she doesnât know and have fun; Time which she could be using for working and earning money to not worry about what to eat tomorrow, if her own dog and cat will have their food too and if the bills will be paid in time or late again. Iâm here to have a good time. If someone starts being a bother, Iâll make use of the block button and delete asks or whateverâs sent my way. Iâm not wasting time with assholes.
2-Â Same goes for the pups, actually - if I feel someoneâs bothering them, Iâll do the same as above. Even if Iâm not the one affected but I feel the pups would be.Â
3-Â If you wish to RP, please send a DM to my other sideblog, self-indulgent-paw-patrol, so we can discuss about plots first. You donât need to DM me if you just want to send asks or interact with the pups, though, thatâs only for RPs.
4-Â EDIT! Thanks to some encouragement and the positive reception this blog has been receiving, I'm willing to try RPing crossovers. The thing is, PLEASE TALK TO ME FIRST! Sometimes I don't know your muse at all, so it would be good to get to know them a bit first, before we plot anything. The ideal is for you to have an "About" page for your muses so I can check them out!
5- Iâm willing to RP ships, be it platonic or romance, but absolutely NO NSFW will be allowed here. From the possible ships with the pups in this blog, my OTP is Rocky x Zuma, followed by Marshall x Everest and Chase x Marshall. Iâm open for shipping the pups with OCs, granted I get to know the OCs first, and the specific pup will need some time to know your OC too.
6- Feel free to reblog any posts you may find in this blog, including the pups' answers to asks they get. The only posts you shall NOT REBLOG (but you can like) are the posts tagged as #RP if you're not the one participating in it. That's basic ancient Tumblr etiquette!
7-Â M!A (Magic!Anons) are not allowed. One too many people have tried to force stuff that was way past my limitations, even sounding like they just wanted free art out of it. I donât have time nor patience for that.
Rules may be subject to change in the future as I see fit. For now, that's about it!
Now I'll take the chance to promote some other askblogs in the fandom too just because I can XD Make sure to read their rules before interacting!
@jurassicsnowpups - an askblog for Everest, Rex and Tracker!
@pcwpatrol - an askblog for Chase!
@taking-to-the-skye - an askblog for Skye!
@stretch-n-fetch - an askblog for Liberty!
@paw-patrol-pack-leader - an askblog for Ryder!
@clumsycapn - an askblog for Cap'n Turbot!
@rubble-the-bulldog - an askblog for Rubble!
@wheelerpupfan - a blog for Wheeler from Rubble & Crew!
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Hey hey Katie!! Have fun on your road trip!
So what do you think about Reader, Jack, and Aaron (reader and Aaron are married) going to a water park together since itâs the end of summer?? I can totally seeing Jack bouncing off the walls wanting to go on the slides and reader and Aaron trying to constantly catch up to him! Like theyâre being all domestic and cute going to the wave pool, lazy river, etc. đ„č
Thennnn Aaron and reader have âbeefâ since Jack wants to ride with his Momma on the tube slides instead of Aaronnnnn but then Aaron gets him a giant ice cream and Jacks like đ ok daddy I love you
Meanwhileeeee Aaron and reader are trying not to jump each other cuz theyâre appreciating how they look and have fight off all the other people trying to flirt!! Then maybe they go home and have pizza and watch a movie together!
i did have fun thank you!!!! and AH your mind >>>>
it's def a lil end of summer surprise for jack đ„°đ„°đ„° hehe you and aaron are getting ready for bed one night, discussing how summer just flew by and the days are dwindling down until jack is back in school đ đ„Č AND since aaron doesn't work the next day, you both agree you should take advantage of it and take jackers out to do something fun!!!!!! <3333 aaron checks the weather for the next day to narrow down ideas, sees it's gonna be a hottttt one and comes up with the genius idea of going to a waterpark!!! something so fun and a good way to beat the heat <33
AH so you wake up jack bright and early the next day - aaron wanted to get there earlier to beat the crowd/traffic - and as he's opening his eyes, still half asleep, you brush his hair away from his eyes and whisper-ask :D "wanna go to a waterpark????" and within an instant, jackers is wide awake with the biggest most excited grin on his face <3333 his swimsuit is on in record time and he's eagerly talking you and aaron out the door as quickly as possible.
and as you get him and yourself ready, aaron has the job of collecting the towels, flip flops, sunscreen, anything you may need throughout the day, putting it in a big beach bag, and has the task of loading up the car đ€ hehe it's very Dad of him <3333
as you three are pulling into the waterpark, jack is pointing out alllll the slides he sees and needs to go on because they look "super cool!!!!!!" - he's practically out of his seat, still buckled in, and aaron keeps looking in the rearview mirror and keeps reminding jack to stay put until he's parked đ€šđ«”đ»đ„° but jack being as excited as he is, doesn't listen đ€
and once you're all in the park, sunscreen is on and your spot has been selected, sweet jack is pulling on your hand trying to drag you away to go on slides <333 hehe leaving aaron in the dust đ€ aaron pretends to be offended, pouts, and asks "what about me??? this was my idea you know???" and jack just giggles, clutches onto your hand and insists again how he wants to go on with you <3333333 so as the day progresses, he teases jack how the two of you are having all the fun đ BUT for some of the bigger slides, the ones that make jack a bit nervous đ„ș he wants aaron to go on those with him đ
and the lazy river <33333 the three of you spend sooo much time in there. aaron is the only one trying to relax, while you and jack team up to splash him every so often đ€ hehe aaron is lounging in the floatie, eyes closed, he looks like he's asleep lmaooo đ and when he gets splashed, he totally plays it up for jack đ„č pretending the water is such a surprise and topples into the river, which causes jack to erupt in laughter đđ and UGH it tugs at your heartstrings because aaron đ„čđ„č is such a good dad <33333
and when aaron sees you in your bathing suit đ€ he totally tries to grab your ass multiple times throughout the day. in response, you just smack his hand back and then also his chest gently and whisper-yell at him amusingly, "aaron!!!!! there are children here" and he just shrugs his shoulders and gives you a smirk ;)))))
AND every time you peer at aaron to check him out in his shirtless glory <3333 he's already peering at you to check you out đ€ hehe the two of you just stupidly grin at each other, and UGH aaron causes you to blush everyyy time
but omg the other moms are TOTALLY checking aaron out, so you keep offering to put sunscreen on him to show he's yours >:( like one glances in his direction, their gaze lingers on him and his body for a bit too long and you're turning to aaron and urgently telling him, "i need to put sunscreen on your chest now" hehe and the first few times, aaron whines a bit, says how he's already fully covered thanks to you but complies <333 and eventually aaron catches on why and is so so sweet đ„č so he'll let you manhandle him and put sunscreen on with no complaints, and alwayssss gives you a sweet kiss and reminds you he's all and only yours <33333
and at the end of the day, jack is soooo tuckered out from all the time spent in the sun, all the fun he had, and aaron carries him back to the car đ„čđ„° and once you're back home, the ac feels so nice and welcoming, aaron lays jack in his room so he can continue napping, and then the two of you take a shower together to cool down and wash up - hehe aaron makes a comment about he has to get all the sunscreen off him LMAO which reminds you of earlier so you have to remind him again who he belongs to so đ€ that calls for shower sex of courseeeee đ„°đđđđ
and once jack is awake and showered, the three of you finish the most amazing summer day by ordering some takeout, watching a movie and cuddling on the couch <3333333
#let's talk aaron <333#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner imagine#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds x reader
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