#cause you’d be lying!! that man is a freak

[bring-forth-his-sac]

World of Trouble

Summary: Your Halloween costume leads to a punishment from the man himself...

Pairing: Saviors! Negan x f!reader

Tags: !NSFW! spanking, fingering, p in v penetration, (consensual) punishment sex, Negan being a cocky asshole, orgasm denial, praise kink, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, little bit of cum play ?

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: ok this fic is choppy, janky and just all over the place. I wrote it in a day and a half so it was a complete rush cause I want to get it out for Halloween so yeah, pls be kind

You thought it was funny.

After all, don’t people need a joke in times like this? Isn’t everything bleak enough? That was your reasoning when the idea initially popped into your head for the perfect apocalyptic Halloween costume.

Despite Negan being a man who loves to tell a joke, no matter how risqué or inappropriate the timing, you weren’t sure how Negan would react if he's the butt of one. 

Ever since late August, you had been wavering on the idea. Some nights you were adamant that your choice in Halloween costume would end in you being bound to the fence alongside the dead. 

In the midst of your internal debate, while out on a run, you came across the ultimate sign that set aside your indecision. 

A leather jacket.

It wasn’t an exact replica of Negan’s and it hung loosely on your frame but it was the push you needed. You already had a white t-shirt in your limited closet and you’d pay the few points needed for some black jeans. 

A red scarf was harder to come across but most definitely a necessary piece. Ever since the leaves began to fall off the trees surrounding the Sanctuary, Negan’s red scarf has been making an appearance, tucked neatly in by the collar of his leather jacket.

You had to be inventive, scavenging an old sweater and cutting it up to create a makeshift scarf that at least remotely resembled the original.

And finally, the pièce de résistance. Your trusty companion. Your very own, bootleg Lucille. 

Thankfully barbed wire wasn’t the problem. In the Sanctuary, something like that can be found stored in at least half of the supply closets, hoarded away for the fence or in case the real Lucille needs a quick spruce up.

The real issue was a baseball bat. It wasn’t as if the Saviors were regularly raiding school gyms or stadiums, and so there was hardly any sports equipment for you to choose from.

It was a struggle and eventually, you ended up with a hockey stick that some Savior decided to put into the armoury.

It wasn’t Lucille but hell, it’d have to do.

Everything was ready. You even found some long expired brown eyeshadow and decided to dab some on the bottom of your face so it looks like you have a beard. And so your look was complete, possibly the very first costume to ever exist of your fearsome leader.

And how long did it last?

40 minutes. It didn’t even take a full hour of you strutting around before word got back to Negan. 

When you imagined the impending confrontation, you assumed it would be a lieutenant telling you off as Negan spewed insults over a walkie talkie.

It’s only now, when you hear the low grating noise of Lucille dragging along the ground, growing nearer and nearer, do you realise you won’t be getting off so easily. 

Slowly turning, you bring your hockey stick decorated in barbed wire up to your shoulder, mirroring a pose you’ve seen him do plenty of times.

“Well, ho-ly shit! I don’t know whether I should be smug or freaked the fuck out!” he declares, his gaze wandering down your outfit “you’ve really out done yourself this time, doll”.

You shrug, hoping that if you seem casual about this then he’ll let it slide. “It’s Halloween” you say bluntly, hoping that’s the only excuse you need. 

Some Saviors linger around you both, a mixture of excitement and anticipation radiating from them at your Negan costume and Negan's ambiguous reaction.

“And you thought the creepiest thing you could dress up as is me?” he narrows his eyes at you, subconsciously mimicking your own pose as he lifts Lucille up onto his shoulder. 

You open your mouth to respond but no words come out, a slight sense of dread setting in. A beat of tense silence hangs in the air, thick and charged, as if the whole Sanctuary is holding its breath. 

A deep chuckle cuts through the silence as Negan clasps a hand on your free shoulder. 

“Well, fuck me, I am honored!” he beams “you even smeared some shit on your face so ya look like you got a beard! Now that’s the kind of dedication I like to see from you sorry fucks!”.

He steps away from you, letting his hand drop off of your shoulder as he raises his voice, making sure the others hear.

Relief washes over you. You could feel the tension draining from your muscles at his approval. 

“I love it,” Negan says, his voice growing serious again “but Lucille? Now Lucille here isn’t a big fan of copy cats and that limp dick excuse of a Lucille you got hanging over your shoulder? That shit just makes her see red”.

Any warmth in Negan’s eyes fade. His brows knit together as his mouth becomes a hard line, replacing any sense of humor. “And she thinks this is worthy of a punishment” he adds.

Fuck. 

Negan doesn’t wait around for your reaction, turning on his heels as he barks for you to follow. You do so hesitantly, knowing there’s nowhere to run and that this is something you’ll unfortunately have to face head on.

This isn’t the first time you’ve done something daring while living in the Sanctuary. Although, this is the first time you’ve seen him genuinely annoyed. 

Usually Negan has always appreciated your boldness, especially when most of the Sanctuary’s residents are too scared to even look him in the eye. In the past, you’ve tried to poke and prod at Negan’s authority by complaining about sanitary products costing points or the lack of blankets available to the workers during Winter. 

Grimacing to yourself as you follow behind him, you wonder if you’ve finally taken it too far.

Marching up the flights of stairs to his private quarters, you try to ignore the confused looks of others as two Negan's pass them by. 

Despite knowing you’re in for a world of trouble, a small smirk tugs at your lips, glad to have brought some sense of silly excitement to the Sanctuary.

You try not to show your shock as he brings you to his bedroom, making sure the door is locked behind you. You only take a few steps into the room before you stop and simply loiter there, watching as Negan sets Lucille down by the doorway to the ensuite before going inside. 

“Y’know there are no actual rules about impersonating so I don’t think you have the grounds to punish me” you attempt to defend yourself, setting your fake Lucille against the wall.

“Talking back won’t help your case,” Negan calls out.

You scoff out a laugh as you get distracted by his room. A part of you can’t help but wonder why a man like Negan would want half the things that litter the area: trophies from other people’s past glory, a vase, a houseplant.

“Yeah well, it’s just some fun, it’s—“ suddenly Negan’s there, right next to you with his gloved hand too close for comfort.

He cups your face, squishing your cheeks together as his other hand brings a wet cloth to your face.

“And get that shit off your face,” he does the job for you “my beard ain’t that fuckin’ bad”.

You stay quiet, not wanting the embarrassment of trying to speak with your cheeks squished and a cloth rubbing at your face.

Once he’s satisfied your face is clean, he simply drops the cloth to the floor. Negan looks down at your attire “Well hot damn, good news is my style is incredibly sexy… but no matter how hot you look, thanks to me, you know I can’t let your shit slide anymore, sweetheart”.

You frown, a challenging look in your eyes.

“I’m serious, you’re pissing off too many Saviors with the shit you pull,” he yanks off his scarf, letting it land on the couch “and now, with this, you’ve forced my hand”. 

Next, Negan takes off his leather jacket, inadvertently showing off some tattoos as he delicately places it on the back of his armchair. 

“You know I gotta give you some kinda punishment… but that don’t mean it can’t be enjoyable for the both of us” he continues.

The smirk on his face says it all. 

And just like that, it all makes sense. Of course he would bring you up to his bedroom and not to the cells when this is what he has in mind.

You shrug, some of your spirit returning in the form of a playful smirk “What? You gonna spank me?”.

“You want me to?” He unbuckles his belt and slowly pulls it through the loops of his jeans, the material hissing as it moves. 

Negan has never been a man to bluff.

You try to act nonchalant but you can feel your cheeks heating up. “Maybe,” you play it coy “will you iron off half my face even if I say yes?”.

Now it’s Negan’s turn to shrug. “That depends, this a trick or a treat?” he asks.

Normally you’re not this bold. Maybe leather jackets give people unlimited confidence? That seems to be the only solution as you walk over to his couch and place both hands on the armrest. You bend forward just enough for Negan to see your intent.

You glance back over your shoulder, your eyelids at half mast as you throw him a sultry look. Negan keeps his eyes locked on to yours, his boots heavy on the floorboards as he walks up behind you.

The leather of his glove growls as he places his hand on the centre of your back and pushes you down further. 

There’s no point in ignoring how your pussy throbs as he makes sure your head is against the couch cushions and your ass is up in the air, the armrest providing the perfect support.

“That's what I thought“ Negan praises, his hand slowly making its way down to your ass. 

“And I thought I was getting punished, not a yoga class” you goad.

Negan doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t even wait or let the anticipation of his response build. He goes straight for it, smacking your backside hard enough to leave a handprint. 

A gasp leaves your lips, the sensation more stingy than it is painful. You have little time to prepare yourself as Negan wraps his belt around his hand.

“Just relax, baby,” he instructs softly, his tone in complete contradiction to his actions “and be grateful I’m letting ya keep your jeans on… for now”. 

Despite your thin layer of clothes acting as a barrier, the belt bites into your flesh. The sound of the belt whistles through the air before meeting your ass with a sharp crack. He does it over and over again, alternating between cheeks. 

You hiss at the sudden heat, your body clenching as the pain morphs into a dark, intoxicating pleasure.

“Well, damn!” Negan exclaims approvingly, momentarily stopping “you’re taking this like a trooper, ain’t ya?”. 

He pauses and you wonder if he’s waiting for a response. You swallow, your throat dry from the amount of gasps you’ve let out in such a short span of time. 

But before you can answer, you feel it. Not the belt. Not his hand delivering another slap. This time, it’s him; proud and unabashed as he brings his clothed crotch right against your ass. 

Suddenly, the belt didn’t seem too hard.

“I think it’s about time I see my work of art” he declares, pressing his hips forward to make sure you feel his entrapped boner.

For a man so brutal, Negan’s touch is gentle as his fingers glide around the waistband of your jeans. He lets his touch linger there for a few moments, waiting for your sign of approval. 

You’re well aware of Negan’s ego and how he wants to know just how badly you need him. He yearns to see that raw desire. As much as you want to banter back at him again, your brain fogs with need and you push back against him, your sore ass rubbing against his bulge.

He responses with a grunt as his hands slowly leave your waistband, too distracted to continue. Negan has something else in mind as he gives a slight tug of your hair, gesturing for you to stand upright.

You don’t even have time to turn to face him, your ass still snug against the tent in his pants as he roughly pulls you in for a bruising kiss.

His hand fists your hair, holding you in place as he devours you. Desperately trying to keep up, your breaths come out in short, sharp pants between desperate kisses.

Negan keeps his hand in your hair, using it to manoeuvre you away from his couch and over to the bed. The only time he takes his hands off of you is when the back of your legs hit against the soft bedsheets. 

The second you’re able, you take off your leather jacket, watching Negan follow suit as he begins shedding his clothes.

Your jeans are the worst to take off, the rough denim scratching it’s way across your sensitive backside as you quickly discard it. Once you get to your bra and panties, you stop, wanting Negan to take off the rest.

Negan doesn’t have the same sense of modesty as you, not stopping until he’s completely bare. Sitting back on the bed, you bite your lower lip and shamelessly dart your eyes across his body. 

The dark curls that cover his chest, the tattoos that scatter across his body, the happy trail of body hair that lead you lower, to where he stands erect and proud.

You gulp.

Negan joins you, kneeling on the bed in front of your body as he studies you. With a hum, he shakes his head. “No, this won’t do,” he tuts.

As the words hit you, a wave of self-consciousness washes over you. Whatever excitement that was evident in your face slowly drops away and you do nothing but blink up at him, waiting for Negan to continue.

“Yeah, I’m gonna want to fuck you in the leather jacket,” he elaborates “now that would be hot as all hell and I ain’t letting that jacket go to waste on my bedroom floor”.

You rolls your eyes as you let out a breath. “You fucking asshole” you huff, well aware that Negan was being vague on purpose just to toy with you. 

He chuckles, unable to deny your accusation. “Careful baby, you start insulting me like that and you’ll be getting another spankin” he threatens playfully, though you know he’s being serious. 

Negan leans down, almost hovering over you as his hands gently touch your bra straps. 

“But first, you got more layers to shed” Negan lets each strap fall to your arms before his fingers deftly work the clasp of your bra, the metal giving way easily. 

Without looking where it lands, Negan lets your bra drop to the side. You feel utterly exposed to his hungry gaze, watching as he drinks in the sight of you. 

A groan leaves him as he reaches out, his calloused hands gently cupping the weight of your tits. His thumbs brush over your pert nipples, making your squirm at the contact. 

“You going to play with my titties all day?” You question, hoping to spur him into action.

“It’s a punishment, doll,” he reminds you, bending to the side to pick up your leather jacket “if I decide all I want to do is stare and watch you finger that sweet little pussy till it’s raw, then that’s what’ll happen”.

“And is that what you want?” You ask, trying to maintain any self control you have. Part of you would actually apologize for your costume if it means getting his dick closer to your pussy.

“Nah, I want you to sit back and really think about what you did,” giving the jacket a quick shake, he spreads it out over your shoulder “think you can do that for me, darlin?”.

Making sure the jacket is secure over your shoulders, you adjust it to make sure your tits are still in view. “I guess I could try” you reply in a flirtatious tone, scooting back against the pillows.

“On the bright side, even though this is a punishment, I’m still a fuckin’ gentleman,” he says with a proud grin. 

You're quick to notice how his hands inch up past your thighs and towards your panties. Hooking a finger underneath them, Negan gives a slight tug “So I’m gonna need to loosen you up before I fuck you senseless”.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you gently lift your hips. That cocky smile never leaves his face as Negan slowly drags your panties down your legs. In an instant, they’re gone from view and end up on the floor alongside the rest of your clothes.

Negan’s eyes lock onto your core, unable to help himself as he reaches out and parts your folds.

“Fuck, you’re that wet already?” he says it like a question despite the answer being on his fingertips. You bite your lip as his fingers brush against your wet, swollen flesh. 

With a groan, Negan plunges two fingers into your warmth, scissoring them apart to stretch you out. You moan out, your back arching as he sets a steady pace. 

“Y-yes,” you gasp out when the pad of his thumb finds your clit “keep doing that!”.

Negan curls his fingers upward, targeting your g-spot. The look on his face is like a kid at Christmas, completely elated to have his fingers deep in your pussy.

He adds a third finger, pumping them in and out of you, listening to your moans and gasps to gauge how close you are. Leaning down, Negan meets your arched body and nips at your breasts.

His mouth brushes against your skin as he tuts “C’mon now, don’t tell me you’re about to cum already!”.

You nod frantically, hands clutching at the bedsheets “Yeah, yeah I’m ready, I’m gonna—“.

Negan chuckles darkly and before you can reach your high, his fingers slow their pace.

“Oh, I don't know about that," he pulls his fingers out abruptly and gives your clit a light tap with them "you haven't earned that privilege yet, baby". 

Your mind is in a haze as he licks his fingers clean, tasting you. It takes a few moments for your brain to compute what he’s denying you. 

“I…” you begin but you trail off, your throbbing pussy begging for release “Negan, please, I— I get it, ok?”.

His smile softens slightly and if anything, it only makes you more wet. “I know you get it now,” he agrees, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek “maybe, sweetheart, just maybe… if you beg nice enough, I'll let you cum on my cock instead”.

You take his words as a challenge. Throwing out all sense of pride, you babble on “Please! Y-yeah I just, I need you inside of me, please Negan, I’ll be good”.

Every word goes straight to his dick. 

Negan takes a moment to truly savour the sight of you begging and writhing under him, knowing this is some top notch jerking material he can use at a later date. 

"Now that’s what I like to hear" he praises, positioning himself between your thighs. He grips your hips and thrusts into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely.  

Even though the sudden stretch and fullness makes you feel breathless, you practically shout out “Negan!". 

He pauses but only for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. “Shhhhhhh,” he coos, his tone bordering on patronising “best be quiet before you wake up the wives, I’d hate to make those gals jealous”.

With a low groan, Negan begins to move, pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal before slamming into you once more. The leather jacket beneath you squeaks, each thrust pushing you further up the bed.

You can feel every inch of him, the primal yearning to cum on his cock sounding more and more appealing. Negan’s chest heaves as he labors over you, his body glistening as he works up a fine sheen of sweat. 

He doesn’t know where to look. His eyes dart everywhere, trying to take in each part of your body. Negan watches your face, the desperation to cum etched into each expression. Of course he watches your tits too, seeing them jiggle with each thrust he gives you. 

But his favourite part to watch is how well you‘re taking him. To see how your pussy welcomes each inch, letting him go flush against you every single time.

Bringing his gaze back up to your eyes, he pistons into you. “You’re close, I can feel it” he says with a clenched jaw, trying to hold off. 

“Please!” is the first word out your mouth followed quickly by a gasp as Negan goes for your clit again. His thumb rubs firm circles around the sensitive nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

You inner walls clench desperately around his cock and before you know it, everything crashes around you as you finally cum.

It’s as if your whole world blurs together and all you can focus on is his cock deep inside of you. 

Your pussy spasms violently around him, your vision whiting out as you moan loudly. Negan wants nothing more than to feel your sweet pussy throb around him but he knows he can’t hold off any longer. 

He quickly pulls out and thrusts into his hand to finish. His cock glistens with your juices before Negan unloads a thick load right onto your tits. 

You both pant, taking a brief moment to come down from your respective highs.

“Look at those beautiful titties,” Negan breaks the silence, admiring his handiwork “just when I thought they couldn’t look any better”.

Gently bringing a hand up, you run your finger along one of the lines he’s painted. “If I knew this is what the punishment would be, I would’ve pissed you off a lot sooner” you say breathlessly.

Negan hums as he flops down beside you, his eyes glued to how your fingertips play with his load. 

“Maybe you should’ve,” he replies “or maybe this is a sign that we should have some fun like this more often”.

You bite back your smile “Maybe it’s both?”.

“But y’know I can’t really just be going around screwing anybody and everybody,” he continues, making you pause, unsure where this is going “it’s bad for the image, y’know?”.

Your expression doesn’t change.

Negan takes in your confused look, trying to put the pieces together for you. “I mean, I don’t think the wives would appreciate me screwing around… unless, of course, I was screwing around with another wife…”.

“Oh”.

That’s all you feel as though you can say. A part of you immediately tries to rationalise this, trying to convince yourself that you’ve got the wrong end of the stick here. 

“Goddamn, did I really fuck you that hard?” Negan laughs “I’m asking you to marry me, baby, you should be jumping for joy right now!”.

You sigh, bringing your non-sticky hand up to your face “Negan…”.

“Negan, yes?”.

“Negan, I’m covered in your jizz and you’re seriously asking me this?! Now?!?” You exclaim. 

He stops for a moment, taking in your words. “Huh, ok, good point,” Negan grunts as he gets up, giving you a great view of his ass “I’ll go get some towels and you think about it, yeah?”.

Before you have time to reply, he’s walking into his ensuite “And I want an answer when I come back!”. He disappears into the adjoined room, turning on the light.

You lay back, allowing the pillows to practically consume you. The thought passes through your mind if only for a split second.

It wouldn’t be that bad to be yet another wife, would it? All you’d have to do is look pretty and have good sex… and never socialise with anyone else… and only be seen as one of his wives and nothing more.

You close your eyes, hoping that would prolong the impending decision.

Letting out a long sigh, you curse “Fuck”.

[neferaskingdom]

♡ No More Denying It | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]

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Summary: Y/N’s brothers confront her, and it’s as chaotic as you’d expect. Max tries to survive the Leclerc wrath while Y/N tries not to freak out, but one thing’s for sure—there’s no more denying it.

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A/N: FINAL CHAPTER GUYS WE FINALLY MADE IT

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Part 6 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist

Max and Y/N stood outside her apartment door, both staring at it like it was the gate to the underworld. Y/N’s palms were sweaty as she clutched Max’s hand, silently praying for some miracle to save them. The odds were not in their favor.

“Remind me why we didn’t just flee to another country?” Y/N muttered, glancing up at Max, who looked surprisingly calm, though she could see the tension in his jaw.

“Because we both know your brothers would find us eventually. Charles could probably track us down using the GPS in a wheel nut or something,” Max joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N snorted despite the anxiety crawling through her chest. “I’m about to be murdered, and you’re making jokes?”

Max grinned. “It’s called coping.”

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Just… stand behind me when Charles charges at you.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Max leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry, Schatje. I’ve handled scarier things than your brothers. Like doing shoeys with Daniel.”

She rolled her eyes but appreciated the attempt to calm her nerves. “Alright, let’s go.”

With a deep breath, Y/N opened the door and stepped inside. Instantly, she regretted every decision that had led her to this moment.

Charles was pacing in the living room like a man possessed, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Arthur sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, glaring daggers at Max like he could combust him with a single glance. Lorenzo was the only one sitting calmly in an armchair, but even he had that disappointed dad look. It was somehow more terrifying.

The moment they stepped inside, all three brothers turned to face them.

“You,” Charles seethed, pointing a finger at Max. “How dare you—”

Max held up his hands in defense, but Y/N quickly stepped in front of him. “Charles, please, just let us explain—”

“No!” Charles snapped, his voice rising. “You don’t get to explain, Y/N. Not after you lied to my face!”

Arthur stood up abruptly, his voice just as heated. “How could you, Y/N?! You’ve been sneaking around with him? Max of all people?!”

“Excuse me,” Max said, his eyebrows shooting up. “I’m standing right here.”

“Shut up, Verstappen,” Charles growled, his hands balling into fists. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Max wisely decided not to push further, though his lips twitched with the urge to throw in another quip. But this wasn’t the time.

Y/N raised her hands defensively. “Okay, yes, we didn’t tell you. But it’s not like we planned to keep it a secret forever. We just… wanted to figure things out before—”

“You wanted to figure things out?” Charles scoffed, cutting her off. “How about not lying to your brother? When I asked you point blank if something was going on, you looked me in the eyes and said ‘nothing.’ That wasn’t figuring things out—that was straight-up lying!”

“I didn’t want to cause drama when we weren’t even sure where things were going,” Y/N protested, feeling her frustration rise. “It wasn’t the right time—”

“The right time?” Arthur snapped. “The right time would’ve been before the entire internet found out about it!”

Y/N flinched at the sharpness of their words, her shoulders slumping. “Arthur, I—”

“No, Y/N!” Arthur’s voice cracked with frustration. “You don’t get it! We’re supposed to look out for you! And you didn’t even trust us enough to tell us about this.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you guys—”

“Yet here we are,” Charles said coldly.

Y/N glanced at Max, who had been standing quietly behind her, but now stepped forward slightly. Charles’s anger was practically palpable, but Max stood his ground.

“Charles,” Max said calmly, “I know you’re pissed, and you have every right to be. But Y/N’s right—we weren’t ready to tell anyone yet. I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but—”

Charles cut him off, his eyes blazing with fury. “Sorry? You’re sorry? You’ve been sneaking around with my sister for weeks, and now you’re sorry?”

Max winced slightly, but kept his voice even. “Yes, I’m sorry for how it came out. But I’m not sorry for being with Y/N.”

Charles let out an incredulous laugh, pacing in circles again. “Unbelievable. I knew something was up when you kept making all those comments on her posts, but I thought, no, he wouldn’t—”

“Comments?” Arthur interjected, turning to Y/N. “He was flirting with you publicly and you didn’t think to tell us that maybe, just maybe, something was going on?”

Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. “You guys are making this into a bigger deal than it is!”

“A bigger deal?” Arthur practically yelled. “Y/N, you’re dating Max freakin’ Verstappen! You’re not allowed to say it’s not a big deal!”

Lorenzo finally stood up from his chair, his expression calm but his tone firm. “Enough, guys. Let’s hear her out.”

Y/N turned toward her oldest brother, her voice softening. “Enzo, I—”

“I’m not mad like these two,” Lorenzo interrupted, nodding toward Charles and Arthur. “But I’m disappointed, Y/N. I thought we had a relationship where you’d come to me first. I’m not as hot-headed as them. I would’ve listened.”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat. “I’m sorry, Enzo. I didn’t want to hide it. I just—” her voice cracked, “—I didn’t know how to tell you. Any of you.”

Lorenzo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just don’t want to find out major life updates about my sister through Instagram like the rest of the world.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Max, seeing Y/N about to break down, stepped forward again, this time more firmly. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, his voice authoritative in a way none of the Leclerc brothers had heard from him before.

Charles blinked in surprise at Max’s tone. “Excuse me?”

“I said, that’s enough,” Max repeated. “I get that you’re mad, and you have every right to be. But you’re taking it out on Y/N, and it’s not fair to her.”

Arthur frowned, stepping toward Max. “Not fair? She lied to us, Max!”

Max didn’t back down. “She didn’t lie to hurt you. She was just trying to figure things out without being overwhelmed by all of this,” he gestured around at the chaos in the room. “And now, all you’re doing is making her feel worse.”

Charles stared at Max, clearly not used to being challenged like this. “And what? You think you know what’s best for her?”

Max looked him dead in the eye. “I know that I love her. And I’m not going to let you or anyone else make her feel like she did something wrong for wanting to keep this private until she was ready.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at Max’s words. She squeezed his hand, her breath shaky but feeling a sense of relief knowing that Max had her back, even against her own family.

“I would never do anything to hurt her,” Max continued, his voice steady and sincere. “You’ve known me for years, Charles. You know I’m not that kind of guy. I know we’ve always been at each other's throats but I respect Y/N more than anything, and I love her. But this? The way you’re reacting? It’s hurting her. And I’m not going to stand by and let that happen.”

The room fell silent.

For a moment, Y/N’s brothers just stared at Max, stunned by his declaration. Arthur’s scowl had softened into confusion, and even Charles looked like he wasn’t sure what to say. Lorenzo, however, was watching Max closely, his expression unreadable.

After a moment, Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Max, and cleared his throat.

“You’re serious about this?” Lorenzo asked, his voice casual, but there was a hint of something more in his tone—an underlying test.

Max nodded. “Absolutely. I love her.”

Lorenzo hummed, his fingers tapping the armrest. “Funny, you know… I always thought you were the last person Y/N would end up with, especially since you two have always been picking fights since you were kids. Honestly, the possibility of you two killing each other was greater than you guys falling in love”

“Does that bother you?” Max asked carefully.

Lorenzo shrugged, but there was a sly smile forming on his lips. “I mean… it is a little weird, she’s the girl you hated as a kid not to mention Charles here sees you as a rival, and now you’re what? Going to be his brother-in-law?”

“Lorenzo,” Y/N warned, but her brother’s playful tone was easing some of the tension in the room.

“I’m just saying,” Lorenzo continued, eyes narrowing on Max, “are you prepared for the chaos that comes with that? The media? The scrutiny of dating another driver’s sister? Family dinners where Charles is glaring at you the entire time?”

Max smirked, meeting Lorenzo’s gaze without faltering. “I can handle it.”

“Really?” Lorenzo leaned forward slightly, his expression hard to read. “You know, Y/N’s happiness is my priority. If you screw up…”

“I won’t,” Max interrupted, his voice firm.

Lorenzo stared at him for a few moments longer before leaning back again, finally letting out a chuckle. “Alright, you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

Arthur blinked in disbelief. “You’re… okay with this?”

Lorenzo shrugged, crossing his arms. “He’s a good guy. He’s serious. And he loves her.”

“But—” Charles started, clearly baffled.

“No buts,” Lorenzo cut him off, smiling at Max now. “If Y/N’s happy and you’re treating her right, that’s all that matters.”

Max relaxed slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks, Lorenzo.”

Lorenzo nodded, but then his gaze turned playful again. “Just don’t think I won’t be keeping an eye on you.”

Max chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Charles groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate this.”

Y/N sighed, walking over to her brother, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Charles, come on. I know you’re mad, but can we just… try to talk about this without all the yelling? Please?”

Charles lifted his head to look at her, his expression a mixture of frustration and worry. “Y/N, it’s not about the yelling. It’s about him,” he jabbed a finger in Max’s direction, “being the last person I would’ve ever imagined you with. It’s… Max! The guy whose guts you used to hate! Remember how you used to come to me and rant for hours about how annoying he was?!”

Max raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, letting Y/N handle her brother for now. Arthur, meanwhile, looked like he was trying to process the situation without combusting on the spot.

Y/N knelt down next to Charles, her tone soft but firm. “I get it. I do. Max and I haven’t had the best relationship growing up, and you’ve probably had a lot of ideas about the kind of guy I’d end up with. But I’m not a little kid anymore. I can make my own choices about who I want to be with. And… I chose Max.”

Charles stared at her, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You deserve someone who’s going to take care of you. Not someone who’s been the bane of your existence since you were a teenager.”

Max flinched at that, but Y/N shot Charles a pointed look. “Max does take care of me. You don’t see the way he is with me when we’re alone. He’s kind, he listens, and he makes me laugh even when everything feels overwhelming. He’s not the guy you see on the track when he’s fighting for a championship.”

“And you love him?” Charles asked, his voice quieter now, the anger slowly melting into something else—fear, maybe.

Y/N nodded, her voice softening. “Yeah, I do. I wouldn’t be here, facing you guys of all people, if I wasn’t sure about him.”

Charles sighed, the fight finally leaving his body as he slumped back against the couch. “This is… hard for me, Y/N. I don’t know how to just be okay with this.”

Lorenzo, still watching the conversation unfold, glanced at Max, who hadn’t said anything for a while. “Well, Max, you’ve won over one of us,” Lorenzo said with a smirk. “Now you’ve just got the hard one left.”

Max chuckled but didn’t let the joke distract him. He took a step forward, his eyes meeting Charles’. “Look, I know this isn’t easy for you. But I want you to know something—I care about Y/N. I’m not going to hurt her. I love her, and I’m willing to prove that to you however I need to.”

Charles looked at Max, searching his face like he was waiting for a sign that this was all some big joke. But Max didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. His blue eyes were steady, unwavering.

Arthur, finally breaking his silence, groaned and stood up from the couch. “Great. Now it’s all about love declarations and feelings.” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “What’s next? You’re going to propose right here and now?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror, and Max actually looked startled for a second before quickly shaking his head. “No, no! We’re not… I mean, not right now! We’re just… dating.” He glanced at Y/N, who was giving him a look that screamed ‘please don’t freak them out any more than they already are.’

Arthur crossed his arms, giving them both a skeptical look. “Better not be anytime soon. I’m still processing the dating part.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh despite the tension still hanging in the air. “Relax, Arthur. We’re taking things one step at a time.”

Arthur rolled his eyes but finally seemed to be calming down. “Fine, whatever. But if he hurts you, I’ll—”

“Arthur,” Y/N interrupted, giving him a stern look, “enough with the threats. I’m not some fragile doll, and Max is not some villain.”

Max, sensing an opportunity to lighten the mood, grinned at Arthur. “If it helps, I’m terrified of your driving. I wouldn’t dare mess this up.”

Arthur blinked, caught off guard, before letting out a reluctant snort of laughter. “Yeah, well… you should be.”

Charles, still seated on the couch, looked between Y/N and Max. His anger had simmered down, replaced with an expression that was more uncertain than furious. He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t like this, but… if you really love her, and she loves you… I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”

Y/N smiled softly, her heart swelling with relief. She leaned down to give Charles a hug. “Thank you.”

Charles grumbled but hugged her back, mumbling something under his breath about being too soft on her.

When Y/N pulled away, she looked at Max, who had a small, relieved smile on his face. She walked over to him and laced her fingers with his, feeling like the worst of the storm had passed.

But then Lorenzo cleared his throat, a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, Max. Now that you’ve survived the interrogation… you up for a family dinner tomorrow night?”

Max’s smile froze, and Y/N couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Enzo!”

“What?” Lorenzo said innocently, grinning at Max’s expression. “It’ll be fun. You can sit next to Charles.”

Max’s eyes flickered to Charles, who was now smirking, and Arthur, who was grinning like a shark circling its prey. He swallowed hard.

Y/N squeezed his hand, trying and failing to hide her amusement. “Don’t worry, Max. I’ll protect you.”

Max’s face softened as he looked down at her. “As long as you’re there, I can handle anything.”

Charles groaned again, slumping dramatically against the couch. “Ugh. This is going to take some serious getting used to.”

Y/N giggled, leaning into Max’s side. She could feel the tension in the room starting to dissipate, though the undercurrent of protective brother energy still lingered. Charles might be softening, but he wasn’t going to let this go easily.

Arthur, however, seemed to be enjoying himself now, grinning like he was plotting something. "Oh, I just had an idea. How about we make family dinner extra fun? Max, you could cook for us."

Max blinked, caught completely off guard. "Wait, what? Me? Cook?"

Y/N shot Arthur a glare. "Arthur, seriously?"

Arthur shrugged, feigning innocence. "What? It’s a fair challenge. If he wants to be part of the family, he should prove he can handle more than just Y/N’s heart. Let’s see if he can handle a stove."

Max chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I mean, I can cook, but I don’t think it’ll be Michelin-star worthy. Also… why am I being initiated like this?"

Charles perked up at that, now fully joining in on Arthur’s teasing. "Yeah, Arthur’s right. Let’s see if you can whip up something good enough."

Lorenzo, still watching from his seat, chuckled under his breath. “You guys are impossible. Max, don’t feel pressured—Arthur’s just trying to make you sweat.”

Arthur crossed his arms, giving Max a playful look. "Sweating is part of the test. If he can survive Leclerc family dinner, then maybe we’ll consider not scaring him off."

Max raised an eyebrow, his competitive spirit flickering to life. "Oh, really? You think I can’t handle a little cooking? You forget, I work under pressure all the time."

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter. She could see the gears turning in Max’s head as he started mentally preparing for this ridiculous “initiation.” Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo all seemed to be loving the idea of testing him, though.

Lorenzo leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Alright then, it’s settled. Max will cook for us tomorrow.”

Y/N turned to Max, her eyes wide with faux alarm. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Max, however, grinned down at her, the determination in his eyes unmistakable. “Oh, I’m doing this. I’ve survived worse than a kitchen full of Leclerc brothers.”

Charles stood up, a smirk spreading across his face. “Good. I hope you’re ready, Verstappen, because this family doesn’t hold back when it comes to food.”

Max narrowed his eyes, his competitive side now fully engaged. “Challenge accepted.”

Y/N groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I swear, if this turns into a cooking competition where you’re all judging his every move, I’m not saving any of you when Max throws something.”

Arthur laughed, patting Y/N on the back. “Relax, sis. We’re just going to… supervise.”

Y/N gave him a knowing look. “Arthur, your version of supervision is chaos.”

Arthur grinned proudly. “Exactly.”

Max took a deep breath, the weight of tomorrow’s impending dinner sinking in, but he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ve handled leading the championship in a tractor this year. I think I can handle your brothers.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Let’s hope so.”

Charles clapped his hands, his smirk still firmly in place. “Alright, now that’s settled, we’ll see you both tomorrow. And Max, just a heads up—if you burn anything, there’s no mercy.”

Max let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Noted.”

Lorenzo finally stood, walking over to Y/N and pulling her into a warm hug. “We’ll give him a chance, okay?” he whispered quietly, giving her a comforting smile. “But if he makes you happy, that’s all that matters to me.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she hugged her brother tightly. “Thanks, Enzo.”

He pulled back, nodding toward Max with a more genuine smile than before. “You’ll do fine, Verstappen. Just don’t poison us.”

Max chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

Arthur snorted, already heading toward the door. “You better. And no calling in takeout as a backup plan.”

Max shot Arthur a mock glare. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Arthur grinned over his shoulder. “Absolutely.”

As the brothers slowly began to leave, Y/N and Max exchanged a relieved glance. The worst of it seemed to be over, and while the next day’s “family dinner” loomed ahead like a final boss battle, at least they were past the initial fury.

When the door finally closed behind the last of the Leclerc brothers, Y/N collapsed against the wall, letting out a loud sigh of relief. “Well, that went… better than I expected.”

Max laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure better is the word I’d use, but we survived.”

Y/N looked up at him, her expression softening. “Thank you… for standing up for me. I know they’re a lot to deal with.”

Max smiled, pulling her into his arms. “They love you. I get that. I just… want them to see that I do, too.”

She melted into his embrace, feeling safe and content for the first time all evening. “They’ll come around. Especially after you win them over with your world-class cooking tomorrow.”

Max let out a playful groan. “Oh, no pressure, huh?”

Y/N giggled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “No pressure at all.”

As they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the chaos of the evening began to fade. Whatever came next—be it family dinners, more brotherly grilling, or even a few cooking mishaps—they’d face it together. Max had proven he wasn’t just messing around with her. He was someone who loved her enough to brave her protective, chaotic family.

And, for Y/N, that meant everything.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: So this is what happens when you stop pretending to hate each other ❤️

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

user1: 

OMG Y/N AND MAX ARE OFFICIALLY A THING!!! 🎉🎉

user2:

 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY FINALLY CONFIRMED IT!!! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG! 💖

user3:

Everyone acting shocked when we all knew it was happening! I deserve a medal for being a psychic! 🏅🔮

user4:

This is what I live for! Enemies to lovers is the best trope! 😍💥

user5:

Hold on, they were literally acting like they hated each other two days ago. What happened?! 🤣

user6:

Max and Y/N kissing is all I need to see in my life! 🥺💘

user7:

Y/N, just remember, you're still part of the Ferrari family even if you’re dating a Red Bull! 🔴🐂

redbullracing: 

Welcome to the team, Y/N! We’ve been waiting for you to bring some excitement! 💙

      ↪ scuderiaferrari: 

Not so fast, Red Bull! Y/N is a Ferrari family member for life, no matter who she’s kissing! ❤️

      ↪ maxverstappen1:scuderiaferrari I think I won this battle. 😉

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Relax, Max. Ferrari has my soul. But you… you have my heart. 😏

      ↪ user8: 

The Red Bull and Ferrari pages are fighting over Y/N now! This is hilarious! 🤣🏁

landonorris: 

THANK THE LORD, the secret’s out! Who knew I’d be sweating bullets just keeping this under wraps? 🙌

user9: 

This is literally the best enemies-to-lovers arc ever! I’m here for it! 😍🙌

user10: 

I can’t believe we’re all witnessing this love story unfold! Best plot twist EVER! 🔮🏆

danielricciardo: 

I’m just glad I won’t have to hear them bicker in the paddock anymore… or at least not as much! 😂

alex_albon: 

y/n, I always knew you had a soft spot for him. Did you hide him in your closet or something? 👀

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: 

SHUT UP, ALEX!

arthur_leclerc: 

Why do I have to see my sister make out with Max on social media? What’s wrong with you two?! 😤

      ↪ charles_leclerc: 

I’m officially traumatized. Thanks a lot, Y/N! 😵

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: 

Sucks to be you 

user11: 

CHARLES AND ARTHUR IN SHAMBLES! Can we get a meme compilation, please?! 🤣

user12: 

This relationship is a chaotic masterpiece and I’m SO HERE for it! 🙌💖

user13: 

PLEASE, I NEED MORE OF THIS CONTENT IN MY LIFE! 😩💞

user14: 

Can’t believe we went from throwing shade to throwing kisses! What a glow-up!

user15: 

MAX AND Y/N KISSING?! WE DID IT, WE SURVIVED THE DRAMA! THIS IS THE MOMENT WE ALL WAITED FOR!

user16: 

If they don’t start a reality show about their chaotic love life, what even is the point of life? 🤔

carmenmmundt: DEVASTATED. How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special. 💔

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Babe, don’t cry! I’ll dump him for you right now, just say the word. 💅

      ↪ georgerussell63: Y/N, I feel like I should have a say in this, considering she’s my girlfriend?! 😳

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Umm, I should probably be more concerned that my girlfriend’s dumping me in front of the entire world?!

      ↪ georgerussell63: Max, join the club, bro. We’re all being cheated on together.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: What a supportive environment. Thanks.

user17: 

DRIVE TO SURVIVE BETTER HAVE ALL THE TEA! I NEED TO SEE EVERY BIT OF THIS SPECTACLE!

user18: 

Can we talk about how many people owe me money for betting on this relationship? I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!!! 💸

user19: 

I’m going to need a documentary on their journey from enemies to lovers ASAP! This is cinematic gold! 🎬

user20: 

They’re literally the plot twist we didn’t know we needed! I’m SCREAMING! 🤯🎉

lilymhe: I can’t believe this. Y/N’s officially been stolen by a man. This is the worst betrayal since Alex stole my last slice of pizza. 💔

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Oh please, Lil, you know I love you more than him. 😏💕

      ↪ alex_albon: EXCUSE ME. It was my pizza to begin with!, I feel ATTACKED. Also, I object to this entire conversation!

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Y/N, you can’t just say you love her more after THIS post???

      ↪ lilymhe: Max, sweetie, you were a side quest. She’s back on the main mission.

      ↪ alex_albon: Are we just the side characters now? Did I get downgraded from boyfriend to background noise?”

      ↪ georgerussell63: Oh, 100% background noise, mate. We’re extras in the Carmen-Lily-Y/N show.

      ↪ carmenmmundt: Literally no man can compete with our bond. Sorry boys, it’s over.

      ↪ georgerussell63: Carmen, I’m RIGHT HERE.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: At this point, I’m just happy to be included at all.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Because Charles told us we couldn’t be lovey-dovey anymore 💋

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

charles_leclerc: BLOCKED. IMMEDIATELY BLOCKED. WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME LIKE THIS?!?!

arthur_leclerc:

I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THIS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU BOTH?!

user21: OH SHE DID NOT. THIS IS PURE PETTINESS AND I AM HERE FOR IT.

user22: This is a personal attack on Charles and Arthur and I’ve never been more entertained in my life.

user23: We manifested this energy and we WON. PETTY QUEEN BEHAVIOR.

lilymhe: Y/N really chose to say ‘I will be insufferable,’ and I respect that deeply.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: I LIVE to be insufferable. 💅

user24: Why does Max look like the happiest man on earth in every single photo? THIS IS ICONIC.

georgerussell63: I’ve been WAITING for this day. Max finally broke free from the ‘I don't even like her’ phase. Now look at them. Just LOOK.

user25: Enemies to lovers arc COMPLETE. We’ve lived through a Wattpad novel, y’all.

user26: Not Charles saying ‘no PDA’ and Y/N saying ‘hold my phone, let me just post pictures of us KISSING FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE.

user27: IS THIS A SOAP OPERA?? BECAUSE I’M OBSESSED.

user28: Petty content + Charles screaming in the comments = Pure Entertainment

arthur_leclerc: For real, Y/N, if I have to see ONE MORE photo of you two kissing, I’m deleting social media.

landonorris: Somewhere in Monaco, Charles is punching a wall.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: I’d say worth it. Totally worth it. 😉

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Anything to see my brothers suffer.

user29: If this isn’t the most chaotic relationship I’ve ever witnessed. And I LOVE it. KEEP GOING.

user30: CHAOS. PETTINESS. ROMANCE. THIS IS WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR!!

alex_albon: Max, I thought you’d at least try to stop her.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Alex, have you met her? There’s no stopping this woman.

      ↪ georgerussell63: Imagine Charles’ face when he opened Instagram today… priceless.

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

UNFOLLOWING BOTH OF YOU.

maxverstappen1: Love you, schatje. 😘

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Love you more, Maxie 😘

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

NO. I CAN’T. GOODBYE. I’M LEAVING INSTAGRAM FOREVER.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[karaaeilish]

ꪆৎ FREAK SHOW — PT 1

౨ৎ mob!billie x fem!reader

ꪆৎ content — fluff & angst(?)

ꪆৎ summary; one day you won't come home, the next she'll walk over heads until she's finished with everyone who dared to touch you.

ꪆৎ spotify playlist !

ꪆৎ warnings: kidnapping, murder, murder/body parts mention, minor canon violence, sexual content, rodent mention. nothing really creepy or nasty ! NO proofread bc im tired asf

a/n — i know you were waiting <3

ꪆৎ wc — 3,2k

11:56 pm.

the air was especially thick tonight, heavy, making billie click her pen every few minutes with uncharacteristic nervousness. she needed to focus on the upcoming drug delivery that was scheduled for tonight at her ‘freak show’, but she was just distracted almost every moment, thinking about how you were alone.

she didn’t like to let you go without her or extra security, but you just looked at her like she was your whole world, telling her that if you just walked to some boutique where you were looking for a handbag on your own, nothing would happen and you’d return to her safe and sound. and how could she dare refuse her lawful wife?

that’s right, she never refuses you.

but now billie truly regrets not having done so, because her heart is sick and aching when she thinks about you being gone for so long. you would have definitely gone to her first, no matter if she was busy or not. but you're just not there. it's too late. there's no way you could have spent more than two hours going to get that damn bag.

reaching for the cell phone lying on the edge of the table, billie dialed the number of one of her many people responsible for your safety and location. he arrived without delay.

"where is she?" billie's voice echoes throughout the huge room, making her subordinate tense up. he freezes in the middle of the room, leaving at least ten meters between them, but even from that distance billie's eyes burn right through him. a few seconds of silence makes her voice noticeably rise. "i asked. where. is. she?"

the young man shudders, taking a deep breath. fear clouds his mind because he has no idea where you could be and that's really, really bad. "boss, i… i don't—"

but he doesn't get to finish, hearing the vicious sound of her chair rolling away from the table, and billie closes the distance between them in a few long strides, towering over the guy's shaking figure.

"you dare say you don't know where my wife is when this is your only fucking job?" her voice is too quiet. and everyone knows it's always so much worse when she says it like that. "i'll kill you if she's not here in half an hour"

pause. long, languid. "and then i'll send your wife your tongue… and your two sweet daughters your fingers"

this woman knows how to motivate anyone.

she whispers this in his ear as her hand tightens around his neck, causing the boy to cough and almost fall to the floor as she moves away.

"yes boss" but she can't hear him anymore, lost in thoughts of where you could be. you wouldn't dare leave her, would you? you know she's the only one who will keep you safe and love you like no one else could?

"billie" she's brought out of her thoughts by the soft creak of a door and an achingly familiar voice, sounding as calm as ever. "the show's about to start"

she turns on her heels, meeting her brother's gaze. the man they've built this empire with, one that holds too many secrets for even hell itself. "william"

her voice is noticeably more irritated than usual, her gait heavier as her loafers click against the acacia floorboards. it doesn't escape william's notice.

"you look particularly nasty today" he tries to joke, but there's not even a hint of a smile on his face. it might seem strange to anyone, but for the eilish brothers, it was the most ordinary thing. neither of them are eager to give each other loving smiles.

“she was supposed to be back an hour ago,” billie blurts out, walking over to the full-length mirror to straighten his tie. “she’s never late.”

william smirks. “did your sweet wife really just decide to start a normal life, not surrounded by crazy people?”

the words sting a little more than she’d like, but billie maintains a cool facade, not letting a single muscle on her face twitch. she just knows that you’ll never leave her. you’re her most beautiful creation.

“are you saying you’re not crazy?” it’s her turn to smirk before she finally turns around, roughly adjusting her older brother’s collar. her movements are deft, quick, but william doesn’t even move under her sister’s strong arms, looking right through her.

"we're all nuts here, billie. but i'm not the one who tricked an innocent girl into falling in love with me" billie's grip on his shirt immediately tightens as memories of the first time you met wash over her.

"she'll never know what happened that night. or i swear to god i'll burn the whole damn town down" her usually calm voice drips with venom as she sloppily pushes her brother away from her. "now let's go, the show's about to start"

william rolls his eyes but doesn't say a word, deciding not to get on his already irritated sister's nerves.

without looking at his feet, billie pushes the huge door with both hands, stepping out into the main hall of her 'home', though it looks more like a prison. several dozen cells line both sides of the wide hallway, and the sounds coming from the creatures that are there are not human.

their limbs that barely resemble arms and legs try to reach even a scrap of her clothing, but billie doesn’t even pay attention, completely accustomed to the atmosphere of horror that has reigned here for years.

she goes up several floors before she comes out of the underground part of the building, finally finding herself in the circus part itself, already hearing the excited screams of spectators from the stands. under the huge yellow and red tent was a large arena that could accommodate up to a thousand people, so it was always very noisy here, which played into her hands.

“everything ready?” billie stands next to the main organizer, looking forward, where every living soul was bustling about in the last minutes before the show. “yes, boss. clowns, animals…”

she raises her hand up, silently ordering the girl to shut up in the middle of a sentence. her rings reflect the warm light from the spotlights. “that’s not what i’m asking. are they here?”

the firm voice grows a little more excited, billie emphasizes ‘they’ as if it’s the only thing she cares about. her assistant nods, handing her a small piece of paper.

“left sector, tenth row, they’ll be on the edge” at this, billie smiles widely, tucking the scrap of paper into the inside pocket of her jacket and straightening up. blue eyes wander around the vast arena she’ll soon enter. her empire, her beautiful creation. she should be proud of it every second of her existence.

but there’s a but.

her mind keeps drifting to you and the fact that something could have actually happened. because everyone knows who billie really is. and everyone knows that her one and only weakness is you. and so all her energy is spent on protecting you. but what the hell happened today?

“billie” there’s only silence in response.

“billie!” william's voice makes her flinch, looking at him as if she has no idea where she is right now. "your turn."

she blinks a few times, instantly putting on a mask of joy and pleasure, and then takes a few steps until she is in the very center of the arena, greeted by contented hums and whistles. people felt only two emotions for her: fear and admiration. fear leads to obedience, and obedience leads to love. so, in the most twisted way, but she was loved in this rotten city.

"ladies and gentlemen" she greets, giving the several hundred people a friendly smile before giving her signature speech.

"you know that i do not like to waste our guests' precious time" billie takes a few steps back, almost disappearing into the shadows of the curtain. "welcome to my freak show," her face contorts into an almost creepy grimace. "come meet my monsters"

the audience bursts into approving shouts, and billie leaves the arena completely, whispering the rest under her breath; "such a beautiful collection of strange things"

the next few seconds her 'freaks' are brought out into the circus ring and billie smiles as she hears the crowd getting excited. oh, she was proud of her creations.

"keep an eye on the delivery" billie whispers as she passes her brother. usually she likes to keep an eye on things herself, but right now the only thing she cares about is you, and if they've found you.

most of her people are down there, so she has to go down a few floors again until she reaches a small office where only a few of her people are sitting. the rest are probably scouring the city to find you.

"where is she?" billie asks, making everyone in the room feel a lump in their throat. they don't know where you are. they're trying to find you, but it's like there's no trace of you left.

the entire room stops making any sounds at all. fingers hover over the old keyboard, the hum and conversations fade away. billie's eyes light up with anger.

"where's my wife?" she punctuates each word with an imaginary dot, feeling her hands clench into fists at her sides. oh, she's ready to go crazy right now. "i said where's my wife?!"

bilie lets out a scream, instantly pulling her gun out of its holster, taking a clean shot between the legs of one of her subordinates. the man flinches, nearly dropping the laptop from his hands, his shocked gaze fixed on the hole in the floor. they know she doesn't miss.

"i swear, if a hair falls from her head…" she's not even trying to threaten, her voice just always sounds like a threat when she's not with you. and now she's not with you, and because of that, her mind is torn apart by thoughts of what might happen if she doesn't find you soon.

billie takes a few deep breaths, trying to convince herself that she can’t just go and shoot seven people because they’re a bunch of fucking burdens who can’t even find you.

“be thankful she didn’t want me to blow your heads off, motherfuckers.”

billie takes long strides until she reaches her office, grabbing her leather jacket and looking at the picture on her desk; your fifth anniversary. she took you to paris, the city of love. you two sat outside all night long. that’s when she dropped to one knee in front of you, vowing to love and protect you until her dying breath. your lips are pressed against her cheek, and she has the biggest, stupidest smile on her face. she felt so normal in that moment. felt like she deserved to be truly happy, like she wasn’t a monster who only knew how to kill and rule. she felt like a woman.

she knows how to love, feel sorry, understand, be tender and sensual, but this skill only applies to you. at that moment she swore that her heart would love only you.

billie runs a hand through her long dark hair, noticing how her fingers shake as she thinks about how she might never feel your touch again, your lips, or hear your innocent words about how much you love her, your soft breathing while you sleep on her chest, and those adorable sounds you make while her tongue is buried between your soft thighs. each memory sends shivers through her body.

shaking off some of the bad thoughts, she grabs her car keys, jingling them nervously as she walks to the underground parking lot two floors up.

a matte black dodge challenger in the very center, like a trophy reserved for her and you. billie will never be able to count all the times she fucked you in the backseats, in the driver's seat, on the hood of the car, when it was just the two of you. she just enjoyed the view.

"fuck" she moans, going crazy with how quickly her mind is drifting from the most tender and sensual memories to the dirtiest and most obscene. she just needs to get her thoughts together, but it's just so hard when you're not next to her. unreal.

rolling her eyes, billie finally gets into the car, starting the engine. her hands grip the steering wheel too tightly. she tries to look at the road and think about where she's going, but her mind is only about you.

and your mind is bursting with thoughts of billie, and how you miss the way her arms hold you. always so tight, but so gentle. no matter how much shit she did, you always felt so safe around her.

but that wasn't the case now. there were other hands holding you now, rough, male hands wrapping around yours, and you feel like you're going to puke.

the room is filled with a nasty smell of dampness and a mixture of different strong men's colognes. it's quite dark in here, so it was quite difficult for you to see how many people were in the room, but you definitely saw many silhouettes flickering in the shadows, which over time began to disappear. at some point, you thought that you were going crazy and all these people were just a figment of your imagination.

"open your eyes, beautiful" a rather pleasant, surprisingly, voice was heard somewhere from the left side, and you turned your heavy head, noticing how the figure of a tall man delaminates in three due to your dizziness.

you groan, your gaze falls down, to your hands tied to an old wooden chair, on the bend of your elbow there is a noticeable trace of a needle, around which a fresh bruise flaunts. you were drugged with something.

"you can't even give a shot properly" your tongue was loose and your brain was a mess, so you couldn't and didn't want to control what was coming out of your lips until you felt a strong grip on your jaw, forcing you to look up, meeting a face in a clown mask, so that you can only see his brown eyes, in which a dull gleam is barely noticeable.

"watch your tongue before i…" he roughly lets go of you, walking to the other end of the room, and you look at his broad back, simultaneously tugging your hands to check how tight the bonds attaching your wrists to the damp wood are. too tight, the chances of pulling your hands out are rapidly decreasing to zero.

"well, why not, she can show you what that impudent tongue can do" a rougher voice sounds behind you, and a shiver runs down your spine when you realize that there are several of them here. an attempt to escape seems unrealistic in such conditions.

your heart beats faster, and no matter how hard you try to hide the chilling fear inside, your eyes darted around the room, slowly adjusting to the dark light and allowing you to see more:

the walls are stone, moss stretches from the ceiling to the floor from huge cracks, and something similar to vines. thick, flaccid and completely devoid of any signs of living organisms. apart from a chair and a small table, near which the stranger is now grazing, you did not find any furniture.

listening closely, you caught the quiet beeping of mice, which were probably in the genital holes. your face instantly wrinkled at the thought of rodents crawling out and wandering under your feet.

trying to somehow distract yourself from nasty thoughts, you focus on the only thing that always brought you peace — billie. her light touches, her calm breathing, her tender words dedicated only to you. a faint smile appeared on her face.

your heartbeat is almost back to normal until you hear the sound of heavy metal crashing against each other. all efforts to calm down are wasted and fear starts to flow through your veins again.

"time to have some fun, beautiful" a sick smile spreads across the man's face as he walks towards you slowly, unfamiliar objects glittering in his hands. and they clearly do not promise anything pleasant.

" a long-awaited familiar voice interrupts the tense moment, and then two gunshots ring out; two bodies fall to the floor next to you, a few drops of someone else's blood running down your cheek. your eyes are squeezed shut until you feel a familiar warmth and the scent of her perfume fills your sinuses.

"billie…" you open your eyes, looking at her serious face. she instantly cuts the ropes with a butterfly knife, rubbing your wrists before gently lifting you into her arms, holding you close to her chest.

“i’m here, my love,” she kisses your forehead softly, moving slowly until you reach her car and she lays you down in the back, covering you with the warm blanket you insisted she keep in the car. your body is shaking from the cold and fear, and you grab her hand, silently asking her not to go.

“angel, i need to take us home,” her voice is unusually gentle, as are her eyes, looking over your body with genuine concern. you pout slightly, causing billie to smile.

“are we going ‘home’ or home-home?” you ask quietly, knowing that you don’t want to go back to the circus right now, where you spent most of your time. you want to go home. to your usual cozy apartment, where there will be no other soul.

billie gives you another smile before reluctantly letting go of your hand, getting into the driver's seat, your eyes meet in the rearview mirror. "we're going home, my love"

a smile appears on your face and you close your eyes, letting the quiet noise of the engine lull you to sleep. billie periodically glances at you, making sure that you did not drop the blanket in your sleep. her heart is calm again. the storm has died down, but a terrible storm is coming, which she herself will create to find everyone involved in this.

the drive home takes about an hour, and finally the car pulls into the underground parking lot of the multi-story building that was your safe place with her.

despite being very tired, billie slowly lifts you into his arms, carrying first to the elevator, then to the apartment. you slowly wake up, pressing your body against hers, enjoying the warmth.

"sweetheart, are you sure you don't need anything? i can go get some medicine and some sweets and…" you interrupt her with a gentle kiss, raising your eyes to hers. billie immediately falls silent, not noticing that she is instantly lost in the beauty of your irises.

"i wanna take a bath, eat something and sleep in your arms, okay?" you speak quietly, and she can do nothing but nod obediently, but still doesn’t leave you for a second, while you walk into your bedroom, approaching the dressing table. your attention's caught by some small piece of paper, you frown.

"billie, what’s this?" you dont wait for an answer, unfolding the piece of paper. you read a few words written on it, your heart immediately sinks.

"this is just the beginning"

and there is a knock on the door.

[nfr-girly]

fiancée life with hasanabi? <3

I love this sm!! I imagine this could carry on after this fic of mine <33

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-the moment you and Hasan get engaged, he will not keep his hands off you for ONE second

-he’s just so protective of you now, he always was but EXTRA

-the moment he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he devoted himself to keeping you safe

-of course with that came his fans. Everyone knew about you and Hasan, and there had been some hate around but you didn’t take it to heart, Hasan loved you even more for that <3

-he left it up to you to decide if you wanted people to know, i imagine you guys would do a hard launch where Hasan posts one wedding photo on his story and doesn’t say anything about it for like a MONTH, while everyone’s going crazy. It doesn’t get brought up until a random Fear& episode where they talk about his ring

-poor Hasan had so many doubts if you wanted to marry him though, he didn’t want you to feel pressured by his fan base. But you didn’t care about any of that. You only wanted him <33

-Hasan definitely would leave all the decorating choices to you, he’s known since you two were only friends what type of wedding you’d want, and he plans to give you EXACTLY that

-Hasan would also be very humble about his engagement, obviously he would talk about it with his friends but he doesn’t feel like he can talk about it as much as he wants cause of his social media presence. At night when it’s just the two of you is when he rambles on about how he feels. How excited he is to start this life with you, how he’s so happy you’re in his life and that he doesn’t deserve you. As he’s rambling you’re just lying there trying not to cry cause you’re just like “what did I do to deserve this man??”

-If you guys do decide to keep it a secret, Hasan will come up with ways to see you while he’s streaming without chat being suspicious. Like toilet breaks, or pretending the bell rung, one time he’d be like “I’m gonna see kaya make sure she’s okay” when she’s literally behind the chair.

-he just pretends he didn’t see her, he did

-I can definitely imagine a scenario where Hasan accidentally forgot to take his engagement ring off for a Fear& episode, but no one questions it cause they think Hasans told everyone.

-then will comes out with “do you guys have a date for the wedding?”

-Hasan FREAKS out, mans is already preparing to kill will barehanded not knowing his rings on display

-Hasans Like “what??” And acts all confused, then wills just like “the wedding date, for you and y/n??”

-Hasans looking at will shaking his head, trying to get him to understand that NO ONE KNOWS

-finally will realises and is like SHIT

-he does immediately jump to defend himself though by pointing at his own ring finger and then looking at Hasans hand

-Hasan looks at his finger and sees he hasn’t taken his ring off. I’m not even joking the pod is silent for two straight minutes after that

-you end up finding out about it and Hasans so worried you’re mad but really you find it funny as fuck, you laugh about it with Austin and qt for almost 10 minutes

-Hasan is PANICKING though cause he knows how fans can be and they don’t know how they’ll act towards you

-you reassure him it’s okay and it’s a relief you two don’t have to hide it anymore <33

-literally Hasan is just so in love with you, like in all the ways someone can love someone he loves you

[wannabeschyulersister]

a big question

“You’ve been unusually quiet today. It’s strange. What’s on your mind?” You asked, growing weary of the silence.

Pedro took a deep breath, “There’s something that I want to talk to you about.”

“Oh my God! Are you breaking up with me?” you blurted out, “Is it because of the small scratch I accidentally got on your car? I’m so sorry! I didn’t notice that pole and-“

Pedro swiftly reached over and grasped your hand. “(Y/n), take a deep breath. Don’t worry, Amor. I’m not breaking up with you. I would be foolish to let you go.”

His words had a calming effect on your heart. With each deep breath, your anxiety gradually faded.

“Sorry, then what is it?”

Pedro still held your hand, gently rubbing it with his thumb. “I’d love to spend more time with you. It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages.”

His words touched your heart. You both had been swamped with work lately, with Pedro about to start filming the first movie in what you could guess would be a long series.

You were in the thick of filming season two of a drama series on Hulu. There were already whispers of it getting renewed for seasons three and four. You were over the moon about the job security, but it came at a price - it strained your relationship.

Pedro was off filming overseas for a few months in a matter of weeks, while you’d be stuck in New York. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the same worries as him.

“I want to spend more time with you too, babe. I could be in London as soon as we wrap filming. I think I’d have at least three weeks free before anything else pops up.”

“And I’ll enjoy every minute of you joining me…”

“But?” It seemed like he had something else on his mind.

Pedro looked down at your intertwined hands and said, “I don’t want you to panic about what I’m about to ask you.”

You managed to suppress your “freak out” until he posed his question.

“I know we’ve discussed taking things at our own pace and not letting other people’s timelines influence our relationship.”

You nodded and softly said, “Yeah.”

“But I believe we’re ready for the next phase. (Y/n), I want you to move in with me.”

You reached over and gently shoved his good shoulder, causing him to budge slightly. “That’s it?!”

Pedro chuckled at your reaction, “What do you mean?”

“I’m over here thinking that I’m about to be dumped!”

He reached over and grabbed your other hand as well, “I apologize for the scare. What are your thoughts? Would you like to move in with me? I would love to wake up next to you every day. I would love to see more of your things around this place.”

“You could’ve asked in a better way.” You mumbled jokingly.

“Amor!” Pedro laughed, “Is that a yes or a no?”

You stood from your seat and walked around the table. He pulled you onto his lap, pressing a tender kiss to your neck.

“Yes, I’d love to move in with you, Pedro.”

You sealed your answer with a sweet kiss from the man you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with.

Pedro ended the kiss way too soon, “Wait, did you say you scratched my car?”

[hoshifighting]

tu me deixou lele pensando em threesome com aqls headcanons 🥹🥹 vo fazer em inglês

could u do a drabble of hoshi or kwan on a threesome with the reader and other girl... with a lot of voyeurism of the reader and the girl working on it while (member) watches :)

ty in advance!!! // bgd diva 😙

foursome with hoshi, seungkwan, and seungkwan's girlfriend

— synopsis: to boost the friendship between you, soonyoung, seungkwan and his girlfriend, you decide to try a foursome, but you and seungkwan's girlfriend end up getting too excited. your boyfriend and his best friend, as well.

— WC: 6.5k

WARNINGS: smut, foursome, voyeurism, fingering, oral, everyone fucks everyone almost so, female x female, male x male, female x male, multiple orgasms, masturbation, blowjob PUTARIA, dirty talk, throat fucking, hair pulling, one single slap, nasty sex, everyone!switch.

a/n: eu sei que vc pediu um ou outro anon, pra nao faltar um, eu fiz os dois E a namorada. espero que goste!! um beijooo <33

soonyoung always talked a big game about being down for anything, especially when it came to sex. “as long as you don’t shove anything up my ass,” he’d say, like it was some kinda life motto or whatever. but deep down? you knew the dude could be convinced of anything. just needed to catch him off guard.

so when you threw the idea out—just casually, mind you—about adding more people into the mix, you weren’t even sure he was listening. stared at you for a second, blinking slow like he was trying to figure out if you were joking or not. but then he hit you with this slow-ass, cautious “…yeah, sure,” like you were tryna trick him or some shit. you almost laughed, wondering if he thought you were testing his limits or if he was dead serious about his boundaries. either way, seungkwan was the one who got the ball rolling. well, seungkwan and his girlfriend.

you four always hung out anyway. regular double date vibes, no biggie. they’re the ones who introduced you to soonyoung in the first place. and now look at you, standing in a bedroom where everyone was naked except soonyoung, who had suddenly developed some random sense of modesty. soonyoung—mr. always down for anything—frozed up like a fucking deer in headlights.

“what the hell are you waiting for? everyone’s already naked,” you laughed, trying to catch his eye as he sat all sulky in the corner, fully clothed, while the rest of you had already gotten way past the point of no return.

seungkwan was lying back, already laughing his ass off, while his girlfriend was sitting there next to you with a smirk. “soonyoung, seriously?” she teased. “this is the guy who couldn’t stop talking about how much of a freak he is?”

“i am!” soonyoung shot back, looking almost offended.

you all had met up at seungkwan’s place, chillin' like usual. drinks, music, some low lighting that set the mood without making it awkward. then seungkwan’s girlfriend, all confidence, had started kissing her boyfriend, hands already roamin', like she couldn’t wait to get shit started. and you’d been there with soonyoung, waiting for that same energy.

dude looked like he’d never seen people naked before, which was a joke ‘cause y’all were basically already used to each other. you and seungkwan's girl had giggled when you caught him standing there, sulking like some innocent kid, arms crossed over his chest like he wasn’t ready to strip down in front of y’all. meanwhile, the rest of the room was butt-naked already, clothes scattered all over the floor like they didn’t matter anymore.

he side-eyed seungkwan, who was grinning like a damn idiot from the bed. “don’t look at me like that, man,” seungkwan chuckled.

he looked at you, embarrassed, then glanced over at seungkwan and his girl, who were already lost in their own world, not even paying attention anymore. that’s when he finally sighed, letting his shoulders relax. “fine, whatever, but don’t look at me like that, okay?”

“like what?” you raised an eyebrow, grinning as you helped pull his shirt off.

“like you’re judging me, fuck.”

you shook your head, leaning in closer, whispering in his ear. “i’m not judging. trust me, i’m kinda into how nervous you are right now.”

he shot you a look, like he wasn’t sure if you were messing with him or not, but you could tell that little spark was there again. “oh yeah? maybe you like it when i’m shy, huh?”

“maybe,” you teased, letting your fingers drag down his chest. “but i like it more when you stop overthinking and just go with it.”

he huffed out a laugh, finally letting you undress him the rest of the way.

“and you’re cute when you’re shy, but let’s not make this a thing. we got company, babe.”

you pulled soonyoung by the waist, kissing him deep right there in the corner, your hands slid down his back, pulling him close, while his hands found their way up to your chest, fingers clumsy but confident, groping you like he’d been wanting to for way too long. you bit down on his lip, not too hard but just enough to make him gasp a little, the sound getting lost in your giggle.

“damn, you’re so shy, but you’re touching me like that?” you teased, breathy, lips brushing against his, feeling his chest heave against yours. he didn’t respond, just grunted, all the blush in his cheeks starting to fade as he got more into it. you loved how easy it was to switch him up.

seungkwan and his girlfriend were already on the bed, tangled up in each other, but you could feel their eyes on you. didn’t even matter—let them watch.

“fuck,” soonyoung muttered, his breath hot on your neck now as he moved lower, his lips trailing down your throat. you could feel him hard against your thigh, his hips grinding into you as you tugged at his waist, making sure he knew you wanted him now.

“you gonna fuck me or just stand there lookin’ cute?” you whispered, not even waiting for his response before you guided him down to the bed too. you could feel his breath hitch when your hand wrapped around his cock, giving him a little squeeze.

he groaned, “oh, you’re—fuck—such a tease,” but he wasn’t complaining, not one bit.

you barely had time to register seungkwan’s girlfriend moving behind you, the sound of her low giggles filling the room. you didn’t even realize how close she was until her hands brushed your skin, soft, close to tentative like she was waiting for a signal. and when you glanced back at her, she just gave you this look, like she was daring you to do something about it.

before you knew it, you were on all fours, soonyoung’s hands firm on your hips as he lined himself up behind you. you arched your back, feeling the head of his cock playing with your folds, and you heard the low grunt he made when he finally slid into you, savoring every inch. you let out a moan, gripping the sheets, pushing back against him, already craving more.

meanwhile, seungkwan’s girlfriend had done the same, and when you looked up, there she was—on all fours, just like you—her wide eyes meeting yours with this naughty glint. seungkwan was right behind her, hands gripping her waist, pulling her back onto him with a rhythm that was just a little too rough to be anything but hot. the two of you locked eyes, and suddenly everything got... too hot.

“enjoyin’ the view?” she teased.

“oh, you have no idea,” you shot back, the words coming out in between shaky breaths as soonyoung’s thrusts started to pick up pace behind you. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back onto him harder, deeper, each thrust making you moan on your arm.

but then her eyes lingered on you a little too long, like she was seeing you in a different light. her hand shot out, fingers brushing your cheek softly. the gesture was so gentle it caught you off guard. and then she was moving in, her lips ghosting over yours before you even had a chance to react. the kiss was soft at first, just a brush of lips, but then it deepened, tongues tangling together as the heat between you flared. you kissed her back, harder, fingers tangling in her hair as the two of you got lost in each other for a second, both completely forgetting about the boys behind you.

soonyoung, for his part, stilled, his cock still buried deep inside you but no longer moving, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you could hear the sharp inhale he took, his eyes were wide, pupils blown out as he watched you make out with seungkwan’s girl, his grip on your hips loosening as he let out a shaky breath.

“holy fuck…” he whispered, his voice so low you almost didn’t hear him, but you could feel the way he twitched inside you, like the sight of you two had sent him into a whole different headspace.

seungkwan had stopped too, his hands frozen on his girl’s hips, staring at the two of you like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “uh… i mean, shit… y’all gonna keep that up, or…?” seungkwan’s gaze flickered between you and his girlfriend, his lips curving up in a little grin like he’d just figured out the punchline to a joke. “hey, soonyoung,” he said, voice low, but with that playful tone you knew too well. “you think we should, uh… give them some time?”

soonyoung glanced at you, then at the girl, his lips parting like he was about to respond but got caught up in the sight of your bodies pressed together. “yeah,” he breathed out, sliding off you, his cock slipping out with a wet sound that made him bite his lip. “yeah, let’s… let’s let ‘em do their thing.”

seungkwan chuckled softly, sliding out of his girlfriend just as easily, both of them retreating to the headboard like they were in on some kind of secret. the boys leaned back, eyes locked on you and her like it was the best show they’d ever seen. neither of them said anything for a second, just watching like they were trying to memorize every detail.

as soon as soonyoung was out of the way, you turned back to seungkwan’s girlfriend, and that kiss—the one that had started off soft—came back with a vengeance. this time, it was hungry, her lips crashing into yours, her hands tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer, her body shifting beneath you like she needed you just as much as you needed her.

her tangerine lipgloss was sticky on your tongue—sweet, citrusy—like something seungkwan would’ve definitely picked for her, and you could almost taste the laughter behind it. when her hands left your neck, sliding down to your chest, squeezing your tits with a firm, greedy grip. the sudden pressure made you moan into her mouth, loud and unashamed, the sound vibrating between you as you broke the kiss, panting.

without even thinking, you flipped her onto her back, her hair spilling out across the sheets like a halo, her wide eyes looking up at you like she was the prey. “you good, princess?” you whispered, voice all sultry. she didn’t answer with words—just nodded, biting her lip all horny.

you grabbed her wrists, pulling them up over her head, pinning them there with one hand while the other roamed down her body, fingers grazing over the soft skin of her stomach before dipping lower, tracing the curve of her waist. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss the valley between her breasts, you could feel her body tremble under you, her back arching as your lips trailed lower, teasing her.

when you took one of her nipples into your mouth, she moaned whiny. her hips bucked up against yours, and you could feel the slickness between her thighs, her body already desperate for you. you held her wrists tighter, keeping her in place as you sucked on her nipple, swirling your tongue around it just to hear her gasp again. her skin was so soft, so warm, and the taste of her lipgloss still lingered on your tongue, making everything feel sweeter.

behind you, seungkwan hummed, clearly entertained by the whole thing. “damn… soonyoung, is she always this… dominant with you in bed?”

soonyoung didn’t miss a beat. “fuck yeah,” he said, full of pride. “you should see how she handles me. this? this is nothin’.”

“no shit?” seungkwan laughed throaty, and you could hear the disbelief in his voice.

“nah, for real,” soonyoung continued, leaning his head back against the headboard, his voice dropping even lower. “she’ll have me beggin’ sometimes. makes me lose my fuckin’ mind.”

you couldn’t help but smirk at that, your lips still on the girls nipple. you glanced up at her, and she gave you a sly smile, clearly loving the idea of you having that kind of power over soonyoung. you dipped lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, your hand still holding her wrists above her head, keeping her pinned beneath you.

you didn’t even notice at first—too caught up in the moment—but the sound of the boys’ breathing had changed. it was heavier, more labored, and when you finally glanced to the side, there they were: both of them, hands wrapped around their cocks, stroking themselves slowly as they watched you. their eyes were glued to the way you were worshipping seungkwan’s girl, their gazes dark and intense, like they were lost in the sight of you.

“look at ‘em,” the girl whispered, her voice soft, almost like she didn’t want to break the spell. “they can’t keep their eyes off you.”

you smirked, your hand sliding down her body, fingers brushing between her thighs, teasing her. “let ‘em watch,” you whispered back, “i don’t mind putting on a show.”

her head fell back, when your fingers teased her wet folds, her lips parting as your fingers slid inside her, slowly, then faster as she bucked her hips against your hand. the boys groaned in unison beside you, their strokes speeding up as they watched you work her over, their eyes glazed over with thirst. soonyoung’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving, while seungkwan’s hand moved quicker, his knuckles turning pale from the grip.

“fuck… you’re so—god, you’re good,” she moaned, her body arching up off the bed as your fingers curled inside her. you didn’t let up, leaning down to kiss her neck, sucking gently on the skin there as you felt her walls clench around your fingers. she was close, so close, you knew it, you had the same signs.

the boys were silent now, their hands moving faster, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. you didn’t even have to look at them to know they were both on the edge, watching you push seungkwan’s girl to hers.

seungkwan was the first to break the silence, his voice breathless, almost shaking. “she likes when—”

before he could finish, his girlfriend cut him off, her voice a little slurred from how close she was, her hips still twitching beneath you. “no, no, no, baby, let her do her thing!” she said, her words coming out in a rush. “i’m cummin’.”

you smirked, pulling your fingers out of her just as she was wobbly on the edge. “ah-ah,” you tutted, “you’re gonna talk to him properly.”

her head fell back, lips parting in a whine as she squirmed beneath you, clearly frustrated that you stopped. you turned to seungkwan, locking eyes with him, and his expression was priceless—wide-eyed, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. like you were doing things to his girl he didn’t even know were possible. like he didn't even know she was submissive like this.

“what? you okay, seungkwan?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. he blinked, still staring at you, not even noticing how his hand was working his cock faster, almost in a daze.

but the girl beneath you wasn’t having it. she let out a long, desperate whine, her hips jerking up, practically begging for more. you grinned, grabbing her arm and flipping her onto her chest, her ass lifting into the air as her cheek pressed against the sheets. “since you wanna act up…” you muttered, one hand gripping the back of her neck firmly, pinning her in place. the other hand went straight for her ass, giving it a sharp slap that echoed in the room.

“fuck!” she moaned, loud, her body jolting forward from the impact, but her eyes—her eyes went straight to seungkwan, like she wanted him to see her like this, all messy and desperate for you.

“tell him you’re sorry,” you demanded firmly..

“so—soRRYY!” she cried out, the word breaking halfway as your fingers slid back inside her, deep and relentless. her pussy was so wet, clenching around your fingers instantly, her hips rolling back against you, desperate for more. the way her body responded to your touch was almost sinful, and it made your head spin with just how good she looked like this—helpless, but still wanting more.

soonyoung, who had been mostly quiet up until now, let out a soft groan, his hand gripping his cock harder as he watched. “babe, go easy on her,” he mumbled, his voice strained, like he could barely handle what he was seeing.

you scoffed, shaking your head. “easy?” you smirked, glancing back at soonyoung. “she’s enjoying it.” your fingers thrust deep into her again, and she let out a loud, keening moan, her body trembling. “pussy so tight around my fingers. aren’t you, baby? are you enjoying it, hmm?”

her moans were breathy, needy, and she nodded furiously, smiling through the pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she gripped the sheets tighter. “yes! fuck, yes, i am!”

you laughed, pressing your thumb to her clit as your fingers continued to pump in and out of her, “yeah?” you said, “then tell ‘em how good you feel, baby. come on. let ‘em know how much you like it.”

her breath came out in short, desperate gasps as she struggled to form words, her hips pushing back to meet every thrust of your fingers. “i—i feel so good,” she moaned, her voice high-pitched and shaky. “oh my god, it feels so good, please don’t stop!”

seungkwan’s eyes were glued to her, his mouth slightly open in disbelief as his hand sped up on his cock, stroking himself faster, matching the rhythm of your fingers fucking into his girlfriend. body melting from how turned on he was.

soonyoung, on the other hand, was a little more vocal, his eyes narrowed in focus as he watched you dominate her. you smirked, pressing down harder on her clit, and her moan turned into a high-pitched cry, her body convulsing under you as her orgasm built up again. “you love it when to be slut out huh??” you murmured.

she nodded, her moans growing louder, further desperate. “yes, yes, i love it,” she whimpered, her hands clutching the sheets.

“then you better cum for me,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear as you curled your fingers inside her, the pads of your fingers pressed hard against her g'spot, as you shake your singers side to side inside her. “right now.”

her whole body seized up, a loud moan ripping from her throat as she came hard, her pussy clenching around your fingers as she bucked her hips, riding out her orgasm. her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air.

you slowed down, easing her through it, but you didn’t stop completely, your fingers still moving inside her as she moaned softly, her body still jerky beneath you. “that’s a good girl,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as she slowly came down from her high.

you sat up, feeling like the fucking queen of this whole scene as you brushed your hair back, grinning to yourself as you looked down at her. she was completely fucked out—eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling, her lips parted in that post-orgasm fog. you couldn’t help but smile at how absolutely fucked out she looked, and you wore that pride on your face like a badge of honor.

seungkwan shifted up, a gleam in his eye, one you hadn’t seen before. he leaned in, “hey, baby girl,” he said, his eyes darting from you to his girlfriend. “eat her out. hm? she was so good for you, right?”

she blinked, almost like she couldn’t believe what he was saying, but then that grin—fuck, that grin spread across her face like this was the best idea she’d heard all night. she waited for you to move off of her, that cheeky smile still plastered across her face as she slid off the bed, kneeling behind you on the floor, her eyes fixed on your ass like it was her next fucking meal—yea, it was actually...

you raised your eyebrows, smirking, but when her hands gripped your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart, that cocky confidence flickered. you tried to glance back at her over your shoulder, curious, but the second her tongue slid up your slit, all the way from your clit to your dripping hole, your body jolted like it had been electrocuted. she didn’t waste any time either—her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth like she was starved for it, and you couldn’t hold back the loud moan that tore from your throat.

your knees buckled, and before you could stop yourself, your face dropped into the sheets, ass still high in the air, giving her all the space she needed. her mouth was relentless, her tongue swirling around your clit like she was trying to drive you insane, and for a second, you almost forgot about everything else in the room—about seungkwan, about soonyoung. Ii was just her, making you feel like you were about to cum in seconds..

and then—wham—a sharp tug at your hair snapped you out of it. you didn’t even need to think twice; you knew that pull. soonyoung. that rough, rough yank that had you straightening up immediately, no questions asked. but when you finally raised your head, blinking through the steam, you were met with seungkwan’s cock right in front of you, flushed pink and leaking precum.

“what the…” you muttered, confusion flickering across your face for a second before you realized what was happening. soonyoung was behind seungkwan, his hand still gripping your hair, but his other hand was wrapped around seungkwan’s waist, pulling him closer, guiding him right toward your mouth. seungkwan looked like he was on the edge of losing it, his eyes locked on yours, his breath coming out in shaky little puffs.

“suck it,” soonyoung’s voice came out as a command, the same tone that always made your body respond on instinct. his fingers tightened in your hair, not painful, but definitely not gentle, making your thighs clench together, the girl immediately pulling them apart to slurp you up.

you swallowed hard, your eyes flicking from seungkwan’s cock to his face, and then back again. his tip was so red, so needy, his length a bit longer than soonyoung's, but your boyfriend is thicker. you opened your mouth, letting your tongue glide out, flicking it across his tip as your eyes flicked up to meet his.

he groaned, loud, his hand immediately flying to the back of your head, but before he could guide you any further, soonyoung took over, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulled your head closer, pressing your lips fully against seungkwan’s cock. “that’s it, baby,” soonyoung murmured behind you, his voice low and satisfied. “open wide for him.”

you did. yyur mouth stretched around seungkwan’s cock as you took him in, your tongue swirling around his shaft as he let out a shaky groan, his hips jerking forward slightly. you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out around his cock, especially with his girlfriend still between your legs, knew how to flick your clit faster than any sex toy.

“fuck—she’s so good,” seungkwan muttered, his voice tight, his hand pressing against the back of your head as he gently rocked his hips forward, fucking into your mouth. jis cock twitched on your tongue, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in deeper, his taste salty and slightly bitter but not unpleasant.

each time she licked over your clit, she would switch it up, teasing little flicks one second and then dragging her whole tongue over you the next, keeping you right on the edge, making your hips grind back against her face. you could feel your thighs trembling, the pressure building up inside you again, threatening to spill over at any second.

soonyoung’s voice cut through your haze, that teasing lilt making your stomach flip. “look at her, seungkwan. she’s falling apart just from your cock and a little tongue action. think she’s gonna last much longer?”

seungkwan groaned again, his hips stuttering as he looked down at you. “fuck… no, she’s—she’s close, isn’t she?”

you couldn’t even respond—soonyoung controlling your movements, seungkwan filling your mouth, and that girl’s tongue between your legs, you felt like you were going to explode, like your body couldn’t take any more, but at the same time, you didn’t want it to stop.

“you close, baby?” soonyoung’s voice was soft, almost mocking, and you could hear the smile in his voice. he knew exactly what he was doing to you, or better, he knew exactly that you were about to cum.

you moaned around seungkwan’s cock, the vibration making him hiss, his hips jerking forward again. the moan turned into a gasp as she sucked your clit into her mouth again, hard, and your body tensed, your thighs trembling as you felt the orgasm rip through you. you couldn’t stop the way your body reacted, your hips grinding back against her face, your moans muffled around seungkwan’s cock as you came, hard, your whole body shaking.

seungkwan groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth as he held your head in place, thrusting shallowly into you, clearly on the edge himself. “fuck, fuck, i’m—”

the second soonyoung’s hand gripped the back of your head, the other wrapping around seungkwan’s cock, pumping him in those slow, calculated strokes—shit, you weren’t prepared for that. seungkwan’s gasp filled the air, startled at first, but he didn’t stop him. no, he didn’t even think about stopping him. instead, his whole body went soft, like he just melted into it, his head falling back onto your boyfriend’s shoulder like he’d been waiting for this his whole life.

and fuck—you couldn’t look away. you tried, you tried to focus on what was happening behind you, but your brain couldn’t process the overload of sensations and the filthy sight right in front of you. soonyoung’s fist was wrapped around seungkwan’s cock, working him expertly, while seungkwan, who usually had the most composure, was falling apart, his chest rising and falling like he couldn’t catch his breath.

you clenched around nothing, your thighs squeezing together as the girl behind you just kept going, her mouth on your clit, her tongue relentless, sucking and swirling until you were gasping, almost sobbing from the overstimulation. fuck, you were so sensitive it hurt, but in the best possible way, the way that had your whole body trembling, begging for release again even though you’d just come undone moments ago.

your eyes locked on soonyoung—your boyfriend—his lips curved into that smirk. he saw it. he fucking saw the way you were staring at him, completely star-struck, not even bothering to hide how turned on you were by him giving his best friend a handjob like it was nothing. “you like this?” he rasped, his eyes flicking to yours. “look at you, baby. fuck, you’re about to cum again, aren’t you?”

before you could even answer, seungkwan’s hand flew back, tangling in soonyoung’s hair, pulling hard enough to make him grunt, while his other hand gripped your boyfriend’s forearm, almost like he needed to tie up himself to something. “soonyoung—fuck, soonyoung…” he moaned, his voice cracking at the end, so desperate it made your stomach twist in knots.

that was it. officially your end. the sight of seungkwan, all fucked out, moaning your boyfriend’s name, and the girl still working your pussy like she knew this was her one shot, she knew this was a rare occasion, so she had to devour you while she could—it was too much. your orgasm hit you like a truck, your body jerking forward, your face buried in the sheets as you came again, hard. “fuck—fuck!” you cried out, your hips rolling back against her mouth, her tongue lapping at your clit like she was trying to suck the soul right out of you. she moaned against you, drinking up every drop of your orgasm, and you could feel her smile against your pussy, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

you barely had time to recover before you heard seungkwan again, his voice high and breathless. “soonyoung, please—i’m—i’m so close—” his hand gripped soonyoung’s wrist, his hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more. your eyes flicked up just in time to see soonyoung’s other hand reach up, his fingers brushing over one of seungkwan’s nipples, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

the reaction was immediate. seungkwan’s whole body went rigid, his eyes flying open as he gasped, and then he was coming, his cock twitching in soonyoung’s hand as he spilled all over your chest in thick, hot ropes. you watched in awe as he groaned, his cum painting your skin as he rode out his orgasm.

“fuck…” seungkwan panted, his chest heaving, his body slumping against soonyoung’s, completely spent. “fuck, fuck, fuck…”

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, still trying to catch your breath as you glanced down at the mess he’d made on your chest. soonyoung let out a low chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “told you she was good,” he murmured to seungkwan, smirking.

seungkwan could barely form words at this point, just nodding weakly as his body slumped further into your boyfriend’s embrace. “yeah…” he mumbled“she’s… she’s fucking incredible.”

you looked over at the girl who was still on her knees behind you, her lips shiny with your slick. “and her,” you added with a smirk, reaching back to pat her cheek playfully. “she’s so good.”

she laughed, a little breathless but proud, licking her lips as she finally sat back on her heels. soonyoung chuckled, leaning back on the bed, his arms wrapped loosely around seungkwan’s waist as they both caught their breath.

“soonyoungie...” seungkwan called.

“hm?”

“how about you? you didn't.. um—”

“oh! no, don't worry about it kwannie.” your boyfriend brushed off, but you know that his erection was painfully hard.

seungkwan didn’t hesitate, getting on his knees like he was determined to prove something, but the second his lips wrapped around soonyoung’s cock, the room practically stopped breathing.

the girl behind you sucking in a breath too as she watched.

soonyoung’s loud moan broke through the silence, his head tipping back against the headboard, eyes rolling shut. fuck, you’d never seen him react like this, his whole body going tense, his knuckles pallid from how hard he was gripping the sheets.

it wasn’t perfect—not at all—but fuck, the way seungkwan was trying made his heart race. his lips were messy, sliding over soonyoung’s length with more spit than skill, but there was something so hot about how eager he was, how he didn’t even hesitate once he made his decision.

you felt your body tense, your hands gripping the girl’s thighs for support, and she squeezed back, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, “holy shit... are you seeing this?” her fingers suddenly slid down, spreading your legs even wider. you moaned softly, feeling her slip two fingers into your already soaked pussy, your own cum making it easier for her to push in deep. you nearly passed out from the overstimulation, your back arching against her chest.

seungkwan moaned around soonyoung’s cock, trying his best to suck him off properly. you could see the strain in his expression, like he was concentrating so hard, probably mimicking the way his girlfriend usually gave him head but not quite nailing it. still, he was trying, swirling his tongue over the tip and letting out little moans every time he bobbed his head down a little too deep.

soonyoung’s eyes flew open, locking onto you. he looked wrecked, but there was shock in his eyes too, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. his lips parted, his breath coming out in ragged pants, and his hands fisted into the sheets. “oh, fuck—fuck,” he gasped, his hips jerking a little, like he couldn’t control himself.

“shit, kwan,” soonyoung groaned, his voice rough, low, and so sexy, his chest rising and falling rapidly as seungkwan worked his cock. his whole body was trembling, and you could tell he was trying to hold back, not wanting to buck into seungkwan’s mouth too hard.

you leaned your head back, your lips parting in pleasure as the girl’s fingers sped up inside you, curling just right to hit that sweet spot. “oh my god,” you whimpered, your hand flying to grab her wrist, trying to steady yourself as she fucked you harder with her fingers.

soonyoung looked like he was in pure heaven, his head rolling back as seungkwan’s mouth got sloppier, the wet sounds filling the room. “shit, kwan—baby,— wait! not baby, um.. you’re—fuck, you’re—” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, his hips jerking up again.

seungkwan popped off his cock, his lips shiny and swollen, a string of spit connecting his mouth to soonyoung’s length. “am i doing good?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes wide, like he needed reassurance.

soonyoung’s laugh was almost breathless, his head falling back onto the pillow. “fuck—yeah, you’re doing more than good,” he panted, his hand reaching out to cup the back of seungkwan’s head, guiding him back down again. “just—just keep going, like that. just like that.”

seungkwan immediately went back to it, this time a little more confident, taking soonyoung deeper into his mouth. his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, his tongue flicking against the underside, and you could tell he was really trying now. soonyoung groaned, loud and desperate, his hand gripping seungkwan’s hair tighter as he fought to keep control. his hips jerked again, and this time, seungkwan didn’t even flinch, just took it like he was getting used to the rhythm.

you couldn’t help but moan at the sight, feeling your own arousal build up again. the girl behind you grinned, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “you like watching him get sucked off by my man?”

“fuck—yes,” you gasped, not even caring how wrecked you sounded. “it’s so—god, it’s so fucking hot…”

she chuckled, her fingers sliding out of you making a wet spurt spill from you, only to push the fingers back in, harder this time, making you whimper. “you’re dripping all over me,” she teased, her thumb brushing your puffy clit lightly, making you tense up and des-tense. “so wet, baby.”

soonyoung’s voice cut through the haze, his moans turning into a desperate whine. “fuck—kwan, i’m gonna—i’m gonna fucking cum—”

“shit, i wanna see that,” you muttered, your eyes glued to them. seungkwan’s hand had slipped down to stroke the base of soonyoung’s cock, his mouth working the tip, sloppy and messy, but so fucking eager it didn’t even matter. soonyoung’s hips stuttered, his breath coming in short gasps.

“kwan—fuck—” soonyoung’s whole body tensed, and then he was coming, hard, his hips jerking up as his cock pulsed in seungkwan’s mouth. “fuck—baby, fuck—” he groaned, his head thrown back, his hand gripping seungkwan’s hair tight as he rode out his orgasm.

seungkwan pulled off just in time, watching as soonyoung’s cum spilled out, some of it hitting his lips, some of it dripping down soonyoung’s cock. he licked his lips, looking dazed and a little proud, like he couldn’t believe he’d just done that.

soonyoung wiped the last bit of cum from the corner of seungkwan's mouth, his fingers brushing over his lips before he grabbed seungkwan by the hair and pulled him into a rough kiss. it was messy, a little clumsy, it was hot. their mouths collided in desperation, seungkwan’s hands gripping soonyoung’s waist, pulling him closer while soonyoung’s fingers threaded through his hair, keeping him in place. their teeth clashed for a second, but neither seemed to care.

you couldn’t help but moan, feeling your body heat up all over again as you watched them kiss, and from behind you, seungkwan’s girl let out a breathy sound, echoing your reaction. both boys paused, their lips still so close, eyes flickering to you and the girl on the bed. their smiles mirrored each other, soft but undeniably mischievous.

soonyoung whispered something against seungkwan’s lips, so quiet you almost missed it, “you were really fucking good, kwannie.”

seungkwan smiled, his eyes half-lidded, looking up at soonyoung like he was in a dream. “thanks,” he muttered back, voice a little shy now despite the boldness of everything that had just happened.

[...]

later, after everyone was cleaned up, dressed, and feeling like they’d just shared the wildest secret, you and soonyoung found yourselves at the front door of seungkwan’s place, waving goodbye to the couple. seungkwan and his girlfriend stood in the doorframe, still glowing from the high of the night, their arms wrapped around each other as they hugged.

“text us when you get home safe, yeah?” seungkwan’s girlfriend said, her voice light but still laced with care. her hair was a little messy, but she looked happier than ever, her lips still shiny from the tangerine lip gloss she’d worn earlier.

“we will!”

you pulled your jean jacket tighter around you, snuggling into it for comfort as soonyoung threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. the chill of the night was nothing compared to the warmth radiating from his body. the two of you didn’t speak for a moment, just walking in comfortable silence, your steps falling in sync as you left the building behind.

soonyoung squeezed your shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your head, his lips lingering for a second longer than usual. “didn’t know i’d enjoy watching you like that,” he murmured with a little smirk. there was still a playful glint in his eyes, but his tone had softened, like he wasn’t trying to tease you this time—just… admitting something.

you laughed, a breathy sound escaping your lips as you glanced up at him. “you mean watching me take control? or watching seungkwan suck your dick?”

he grinned, his nose scrunching up a bit as he thought about it. “both, actually.”

soonyoung squeezed your shoulder, his voice softening a little as he looked down at you. “you okay, though? like… really?” there was a hint of concern in his voice, and you knew he was just checking in, making sure you were really good with everything.

you nodded, smiling up at him. “yeah. i’m good. i mean, it was kinda crazy, but… i’m really good.”

he smiled back, his hand sliding down to rub small circles on your back. “good. ‘cause i don’t want you feeling weird or anything after all that. it was…” he trailed off, searching for the right words. “honestly, it was fun. but if you’re not cool with it—”

“soonyoung,” you interrupted, reaching up to tug on his jacket lightly, making him stop in his tracks. “i’m fine. really. like you said, it was fun.” you grinned, pulling him closer. “and a little weird. but fun.”

he relaxed then, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he wrapped both arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “good,” he murmured against your hair. “i love you, you know that?”

you closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into his embrace. “i know. i love you too.”

there was something so solid about the way he held you, like the two of you had been through crazier shit before and would probably go through it again, but at the end of the day, it was always just the two of you. always.

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, his face lit up in the dim glow of the streetlights. “so… what now? home? or are we grabbing food? ‘cause i’m starving,” you asked, your voice teasing as you raised an eyebrow.

soonyoung laughed, his hand sliding down to hold yours as you started walking again. “food. definitely food. no way we’re going home after that without something greasy.”

“mm, burgers?” you suggested, and he nodded enthusiastically.

“burgers, fries, milkshakes. the whole deal.” his grin was wide, and you could feel the excitement bubbling up again, like you hadn’t just spent the night doing something most people would never even think about. but that was soonyoung—always down for whatever, always keeping things light.

“perfect,” you agreed, feeling your stomach rumble at the thought. and as you walked down the quiet street, hand in hand.

[y4-mama]

Jey Uso (Joshua Fatu) x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Jey was out with his brothers, and Sami, celebrating Solo's birthday. He wasn't home when he said he would be so you became suspicious and interrogated him

CONTENT: SEVERELY OUT OF CHARACTER IM SORRY😭 I suck at summaries. Might be a little inconsistent it's 12 am on a school night. ANGST YIPPEE🤑.Infidelity (it’s unfortunately jey). You and Jey are engaged in this. No use of Y/N. so give me a break😔🙏🏿

WC: 1961

Today something felt off. Your fiancé wasn’t with you and most likely wouldn’t be for a while since it was Solos birthday. You were invited but politely declined because you weren’t feeling that great. Jey told you he was gonna be back at around 7. It’s 9 pm and he’s just now getting home. He’s for sure in for something.

When he walked in the door, you were in the living room waiting for him. “Why are you home later than you said you’d be?” He just shrugged at you. “Ion know, maybe it was the traffic, maybe me, Solo, Jimmy, and Sami lost track of time or somethin.” Something about his tone was off to you, so you automatically assumed he was lying, “you don’t know? Jey stop lying to me.”

He was getting upset; he knew why he showed up later than he said. He just refused to tell you. “I ain’t lyin to you. I just don’t know why I got home so late!” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, “You’re lying!” He kissed his teeth. "Man, I ain't lying." You took a deep breath. "Jey, tell the truth right now."

"I was just with Solo and them, we was havin' fun and lost track of time." You didn't want to raise your voice but he was starting to really piss you off. "YOU'RE STILL LYING!" He took a couple of steps towards you, "I'M NOT LYING!" You pushed him away from you. "You the one who said you hated lying AND NOW YOU'RE DOING JUST THAT?!" When you pushed him, he stumbled a bit but stabilized himself. He looked you in the eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

"You think I'm enjoying lying to you?!" You put a hand over your mouth and took a deep breath, "THEN TELL ME THE TRUTH!" "Man, I was with Solo, and em' we just got lost in conversation." You shook your head at him, "I still don't believe you."

Jey closed his eyes and sighed, trying to relax himself. "You still not believin me? You really think I'm lying to you just cuz?" "Yes! If it was the truth, you wouldn't have a problem saying it when I first asked." You were right, and he hated that. He groaned at that, "You want the whole truth? The reason why I ain't tellin' you?” You waved your arms around. "YES!"

He took a deep breath then took another step towards you, "I ain't tell you cause I don't want you freaking out." "Tell me." He sighed for a second time and crossed his arms. "Promise you won't freak out?" You let out a noise of disbelief. "I can't promise you nothin', now tell me."

He slumped his shoulders, "We was at a nightclub." You scoffed. He put his hands on his hips. "What's with the scoff?" "What were you doing there?" He rolled his eyes a bit, clearly annoyed, "Drinking? What else you think they do at clubs?" "That all you did?" He rolled his eyes once again. "That's all we did, now drop it." He was trying to dismiss the topic; he clearly didn't want to talk about it, which gave you more reason to find him suspicious.

"I don't believe you." He groaned yet again and ran a hand over his face. "You really don't believe me? I've told you the whole truth, why can't you just believe me?!" All these lies were starting to piss you off so you started yelling again.

"YOU WOULD'VE SAID IT WHEN I FIRST ASKED IF IT WAS THE TRUTH!" You raising your voice made him start to raise his, he wasn't exactly yelling. Just talking a little louder. "Well maybe I didn't wanna tell you cuz I knew you'd act like this!" You widened your eyes in anger. "I'M ACTING LIKE THIS CUZ YOU'RE LYING. IF ALL YOU DID WAS DRINK, THEN YOU WOULDN'T NEED TO LIE!"

The veins in his forehead started to pop out. "WHAT ELSE YOU THINK I WAS DOIN? TELL ME!" You don't respond and start walking upstairs. Once you reach your bedroom door, you call out to him. "You can stay on that couch till you're ready to tell me the truth." You enter your bedroom and lock the door to prevent him from coming in.

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Jey sat on the couch for a full hour. He was pissed at the fact that you were pushing this so much but in the back of his mind he felt guilty. He decided that he should finally tell the truth. He went to your shared bedroom and knocked gently. You were lying on the bed when you heard him knock, but you didn't bother getting up to open the door, though. "You finally gonna tell me the truth?"

He sighed when he heard your words; he really didn't want to, but he knew coming clean was the right thing to do. "Uh... can I come in?" He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I swear that I'll tell you everything that happened, okay? No lies." You unlocked the door and let him in. He let out a sigh of relief and walked in, shutting the door behind him. He went to sit on the edge of the bed and looked at you as if he wanted you to sit next to him.

You didn't sit next to him; you completely ignored that little gesture. "Start talking." He looked over at you for a second, then sighed as he started. "Solo said we should go to a club, and everyone agreed, so we went to that one downtown. When we got there, Sami and Jimmy were dancing while Solo and I got drinks... We drank, joked around... the usual."

You had a gut feeling you knew where this was going, and you didn't like it. "That's not all you did, though... is it?" He looked away from you and shook his head. "No... that's not all we did." You took a shaky breath, and your eyes started to water. In a whisper, you said. "Jey, please tell me you didn't cheat on me." The way you said it made him feel even more guilty. "No, no, no, I didn't cheat on you."

"Then what did you do?" He sighed again and looked away, he was clearly scared to tell you because of your reaction. "We uh...we... We made a bet." You looked at him, confused. "A bet?" He nodded and looked at you, he looked so ashamed. "Yeah, uh...a bet." He looked away again, and his leg began to bounce up and down. "What kind of bet?"

He inhaled deeply and thought for a moment. He was still clearly hesitant about telling you; the thought of how you'd react was eating him inside. "A uh, a 'Who can get a woman's attention first' kind of bet..." You nodded and looked down. "Let me guess, you won?" His knee started bouncing up and down more rapidly, clearly, he was feeling uneasy. "...yeah. I won."

You look back up at him. "Am I not enough for you?" He started to shake his head rapidly. "No no no no. You're more than enough mama, I swear." He turned to face you and reached out to grab your hand gently, his thumb rubbing over it. You looked down at both your hands and gently pulled yours away.

He felt a sting when you pulled away from his grip; it hurt him as he watched you pull your hand away. "Please... don't do that." You laughed, but there was no humor behind that laugh. "You did this to yourself." He reached out to grab your hand again, this time a little more desperately. You took a step back. "When you got her attention, what happened after that?"

You could practically see his heart shattering as you avoided his touch; he knew he should've told the truth from the start. "I mean, I was talking to her, she was nice." "Talking?" He paused for a second, then took a deep, shaky breath. "Yeah.. then she started to try and feel up on me. I didn't let her though... then she uh, she kissed me. I-I promise that's all that happened, though."

You felt absolutely betrayed; you could barely even talk. "You let her kiss you?" He nodded his head, still looking away from you. He couldn't make eye contact with you. Guilt. He was feeling overwhelming amounts of guilt. "Yeah. I let her kiss me."

"Get out." He looked at you, confused. "What?" "Get.Out." His eyes widened, and he became slightly upset. "You-you're seriously kicking me out?" "You literally cheated on me!"

"I didn't cheat on you, it was only a kiss." You looked at him like he was crazy. "ONLY A KISS?!" "YES! Only a kiss, that's all that happened, I'm telling you the truth!" "So if I go and let another man kiss me, that's not cheating?" He fell quiet, now seeing where you were coming from. He knew it was cheating, but he was desperate to keep you in his life. "No, that-that's still cheating."

"Exactly. Get out." He took a deep, shaky breath and stood up from the bed. He let the bedroom and walked to the front door. "I'm sorry." You didn't even look at him. "You weren't sorry when you kissed her. You're only sorry cuz you got caught." His head hung low, you were right, and he knew that. If you hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have either. You were walking right behind him and opened the door for him. You took off your engagement ring and placed it in his palm. "You can come get your stuff in the morning."

He nodded and closed his eyes, exhaling. He walked out the door but stayed on the porch. You closed the door the second he was out of the house, and when you did, you broke down into tears. He stood outside the door and just listened to you sob. He leaned against the porch rail, dropping his head as he gripped onto it. He wanted to go back inside, but knew you wouldn't let him in. He pushed himself off the railing and got into his car, instantly pulling out his phone to find a hotel for the night.

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It was about 10 a.m., and you were standing at your kitchen Island on your phone looking for new recipes to try out when you heard a knock. You took a deep breath, preparing to see his face again, and opened the door. When you opened the door, he tried to give you a smile, but it faltered when he saw how burnt out you looked. "Hey..." You didn't say anything to him and just moved out of the way to let him in.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and just stood there. The silence was so loud. The house felt so foreign compared to the usual lively atmosphere...he hated it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked over at you. You felt his eyes on you. "There's a suitcase on the bed for you." He nodded then silently found his way to the bedroom.

It was taking him a while to pack his things and leave, so you went to your bedroom and saw him standing there, with a full suitcase, staring at the bed you both used to share in sorrow. "Are you done?" He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you for a moment before looking down. "Uh...yeah, yeah, I'm done." You walk out of the room and back to the front doo,r with him following. There was a deep pain in his heart as he was getting closer to leaving the home he shared with you.

Once you both reach the door, you open the door for him. He stepped outside but stopped for a second and looked at you. "Can I ask you something?" "What, Jey?" He felt pathetic for what he was about to ask, but he was desperate for anything. "Can I... can I give you a hug before I go?" "Bye, Joshua."

He took a shaky breath and nodded. "R-right...bye." He turned his head away and walked to his car, his suitcase in hand. You were watching him walk away with tears in your eyes. He put his suitcase in the backseat then got into the drivers. He sat there for a second, trying to fight back tears that were threatening to fall. It was so quiet and he hated it. You let your tears fall then closed the door, saying goodbye to jey forever.

When he saw you close the door, he gripped the steering wheel, trying to prevent himself from walking right back to your door. After sitting in his car for a good thirty seconds, he turned the key in the ignition. It was actually over, and as heartbroken as he was, he knew deep down everything was his fault.

He started driving away from the home he shared with you, thinking of all the love that house carried. That's when the tears finally rolled down his cheeks.

A/N: Hi chat, uh, how was it? If there are any other websites or stuff I can use for a better layout please let me know typing on tumblr is killing me

[temis-de-leon]

Please make sure to take care of yourself 🥺 Write whenever you feel like it and when you have the time but don't force yourself to write 😤 - Romance Anon

Crush hugging him because of a horror movie - 500 F.C.

Characters: Diavolo x gn!reader

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Requested by: Romance anon

A/N: Toni Colette, the woman that you are. And thank you Romance, for your never-ending patience <3

C/W: a bit suggestive there at the beginning, pinning, very vague description of Hereditary's ending

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He would be lying if he said having you so close to him, practically sitting on his lap, while moaning a myriad of ‘oh my God’, ‘please, God’ and, his personal favourite, ‘Dia, Dia, Dia…!’ wasn’t affecting him in the slightest. It was, and heavily; he just wished it took place under different circumstances.

Mainly because he was low-key freaking out too, although not as much as you.

Having seen a fair number of sinners, he knew some mortal minds weren’t simple or kind, which made the darkness of life and the suffering of others a rather pleasurable affair for them. It was fascinating, apparently, a broadly studied aspect of human society, and not just one of many media genres, that propelled the pharmaceutical and therapeutic intervention businesses; a cause and a consequence, something that should’ve been avoided or couldn’t have been helped.

And yet, out of all horrors, you chose a demonic possession movie? Were you trying to tease him?

Paimon wasn’t even that bad once you got the chance to meet him properly! He was an erudite whose knowledge covered all the arts, philosophy and science. A friend of Lucifer’s, keen on reciprocity foremost and eager to start a conversation with anyone who offered him the same amount of time and interest as he did. Unfortunately, Diavolo had the tiny suspicion you wouldn’t be in the mood to meet the captivating demon, nor his demanding dromedary, after watching the disturbing movie, but you should really give it a try!

He could still understand you, though.

“Oh, dear” he said in a quiet breath as the boy on the screen slowly turned around and miraculously missed his mother crawling on the walls.

Your eyes, which had been previously peeking between your fingers, closed shut. You turned to press your face against his chest again and he deeply hoped your fear kept you from noticing the rapid beating of his heart and the way his hand closed around your waist to bring you closer. His cheeks burned, not bothering to hide an enamoured smile. There was no use in doing so when you were trying so hard to disappear from the world amongst the creases of his uniform.

Still, you had asked him to watch the film together and he would be more than damned if he disappointed you in such a trivial matter, so he forced himself to look at the screen intensely, even when a naked man loomed from the shadows and the boy had to run away for his life, tripping and falling and barely climbing to the attic on time.

“I have to say, MC” he mustered, eyes open wide as the woman (Annie?) violently banged her head against the trap door while Peter cried in desperation from the other side. “I can’t understand the appeal of watching this. When you said you wanted a movie night, I thought you’d choose something… tamer”

More romantic is what he wanted to say. Diavolo had hoped to understand love from a human standpoint and see what you liked in order to do the same. Rose petals and champagne by the fireplace? Or shopping and dining in the most expensive places in the Devildom? Dancing in the rain? Stargazing? As observant as he was, he had no clue whether you reciprocated his infatuation, so, sadly, he preferred having your full attention on him whenever he showed his feelings; and at that moment not even an emergency would’ve made you let go of his embrace. It's not like he would ever complain about that, anyway.

“I didn’t want to watch the movie alone” you finally whimpered, letting go only enough to look up at him. “And I figured if someone could make me feel protected it would be you”

Your glassy eyes vaguely reflected his speechless expression and, suddenly, he was aware of everything. The weight of your body against his, bringing warmth and comfort, the smell of your clothes and the softness of your skin; your scared pouting and embarrassed blushing. Not knowing what to do with it anymore, he let his free hand awkwardly drop over your calves and immediately almost imploded when you instinctively tucked even closer.

There was no noise for a blissful moment, save for the heavy breathing and the buzzing coming from the speakers, and Diavolo briefly asked himself if a horror movie was still a good background for a love confession.

Then, a wet sound; a sawing motion.

You slowly turned to the gigantic TV, impending doom in your expression quickly morphing into heavy distress when the mother appeared once more on the screen. Your appalled scream almost made him cover his ears before you hid your face in his chest one final time.

“OH MY GOD, DIA, OH MY GOD”

Diavolo just hoped Barbatos wouldn’t ask any questions in the morning.

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[sunflowersandsapphires]

Frank Castle caring for a chronically ill partner

a/n: So whatever undiagnosed disability I have has been steadily progressing and is also aggravated by the extreme summer heat where I live. Today, I had my weekly volunteering slot with our local shelter and almost passed out because I overheated so here are some self-indulgent HCs about how Frank would handle a partner with blood pressure or temperature regulation issues. (Warnings: non-graphic mentions of nausea, dealing with chronic illness, almost fainting descriptions)

HCs below the cut!!

Frank is who I immediately thought of when dealing with this because I think he’d be so comforting in a kind of alarming situation. (Until I was an adult, I’ve never passed out or even come close so it always takes me by surprise.)

Frank is so calm in every emergency situation because of his experiences and military training, and he’d be ready to go.

If this is something you don’t deal with often and Frank isn’t constantly looking for signs that you aren’t well, I think he’d freak out the first time it happens with him. Like IMMEDIATE trip to the ER, demanding the doctors run all the tests, desperate for some answer for why his girl isn’t feeling her best.

But after the first time? He’s a PRO. He knows as much as possible about whatever condition you may or may not have been diagnosed with. Like this man was taking notes, ok? He knows what foods you should be eating, how much you need to drink, medications he should have on hand, what things can cause a flare up, and how to help when one happens.

If you find yourself on the brink of passing out, sort of blinking slowly and trying to decide if your nauseous or overwhelmed, one look at Frank and he’d know something was up. He’d be at your side in a second, gently cupping the back of your head with one hand while supporting your torso with the other.

“Feelin’ off, doll? Let’s get ya sittin’ down. Take a breather.”

Gently leading you to the couch (or picking you up if you stumbled), he’d make sure you were lying down on the softest pillow, feet elevated of course, before grabbing any supplies.

He’d dampen a cloth with cool water, grab a sports drink or something with electrolytes, maybe even a snack if he thought it could help.

“Here, sweetheart, sit up for me? Attagirl. Let’s get you cooled down.”

Draping the cloth over your neck, he’d kneel in front of you, holding a drink to your lips (complete with neon bendy straw) and softly praising you as the blood comes back to your head.

You’d be off your feet for the rest of the day, no point in trying to argue. If you tried to do something as simple as the dishes, you’d be scooped into a bridal carry and carefully dropped back on the couch.

“Don’t start with me, doll. Ain’t nothin’ you need to do but rest. Lemme handle it.”

You might not feel your best, but you’d be damned if Frank didn’t make it better.

[pedriache]

Ansu fati who has a big ass crush on reader but thinks it’s not reciprocated, and the rest of team teasing him about it cuz it’s obvious they are both whipped for each other

Pluto projector — Ansu Fati.

Pairing: Ansu Fati x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone seems to know about Ansu’s crush on you, but you. The problem was, you felt the same, but he couldn’t see that.

Word count: 775+

Disclaimer/s: Teasing , banter , fluff !

A/N: Bea will posts her reqs in her drafts and not get insecure about her writing… bea will post her reqs in her drafts and not get insecure about her writing.. also why’d i lowk make gavi get abused that’s my bad

Ansu watched you carefully from across the room. You had been helping Taia set up the table, focused on the forks that couldn’t seem to sit straight on the table. Subconsciously, his lips formed a small, endearing smile. You’d always been a perfectionist about the little things.

“Look at the dude.” Gavi quipped, “his eyes on her and suddenly he’s dead to the rest of the world.”

Ansu blinked, his head snapping in the direction of his friends. “What?”

“Yeah, you heard me.” The brunette laughs, “or, well, maybe you didn’t since—“

Rolling his eyes, Ansu straightens his posture. “I heard you just fine.” His body language screamed defensive. Gavi was right after all. The second Ansu had zeroed in on you, his friend’s conversations had fallen on deaf ears.

Raphinha chuckles, “Man, just go talk to her. You look like a freak gawking at her all the time. She’s your friend too, you are allowed to converse with her.”

This coming from the man Ansu witnessed stumbling over his own words when he talked to Taia before they started dating was ironic. Before he could point that out though, your head had whipped in the group’s direction.

“Hey! Somebody come tell me if this is fucking straight or not, please?” The slight irritation at your predicament, had Ansu forcing himself not to smile.

You made him feel foolish over the littlest of things.

“Go ahead Ansu.” Pedri grins, “not like you’d be engaging in conversation anyways.” He adds, just to annoy the boy.

Flipping Pedri off, Ansu stands from his seat and makes his way over to you. You offer him a grateful smile, tugging on his sleeve so he could stand right where you used to be.

“Okay, let me know your thoughts.”

Taking his time, definitely not because your hand was lingering on his arm, he examines the forks position. “Looks straight to me.”

“Are you lying?” You huff, your eyebrows furrowing as you stare at the fork intently.

“I would never lie to you.” Ansu assures you, causing a flush to spread across your cheeks. Only a few feet away, Gavi tips back in his chair, groaning.

It was so painfully obvious how absolutely whipped for each other you were, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh get a fucking room.” He laughs.

Both of you freeze, your heads snapping in his direction to scowl at Gavi. He throws his hands up in surrender. “Geez! Tough crowd.”

“Anyways..” You trail off.

“Sorry, the kid can’t keep his mouth shut.” Ansu chuckles, “but yeah, the fork looks perfectly straight to me.”

You nod, “okay. Okay. Thank you.” You pat his arm and move to the other side of the table to place more forks down and Ansu returns to his seat.

When he passes Gavi, he lightly swats the side of the boys head, eliciting a yelp from him. “Ay!? Not my fault you two clearly were flirting, when will you just, oh I dunno, admit it?” He says through a hiss.

“She..” Ansu clamps his mouth shut, “you’re reading into things too much.”

“Nuh-uh.” Alejandro, who’d been quietly observing, pipes in. “That’s exactly how I acted around the first girl I liked. Admit it bro, you like her. She definitely likes you.”

“You don’t know what.” Ansu shakes his head, his attention returning to watch you. Were they right? Was he just oblivious? Had that lingering touch meant anything? God, he wanted it to.

“You never know until you try.” Raphinha says, patting the boy’s shoulder. “I think you should go for it, all jokes aside.”

“Jokes aside but—Hey!” Gavi whips his head in Fermín’s direction, rubbing the arm that his friend had just flicked. “Why am I being targeted?”

“You’re not helping.” Fermín laughs, “we’re supposed to be encouraging him, not teasing the poor kid.”

“Kid?” Ansu blinks, “I’m literally—“

“So, ask her out tonight?” Fermín interrupts, “or we tell her for you?”

Ansu’s mouth drops open, “I thought you were supposed to be on my side?”

“Sorry, Gavi is right. It’s a bit painful.”

Letting out a long defeated exhale, Ansu rolls his eyes. “I’ll think about it. Give me a week.”

“A day.”

“After our next match?”

“Two days, at the maximum.”

Groaning, Ansu waves dismissively. “Fine. Two days. Give me two days!”

Gavi pats his friend’s knee, “Good luck.” He didn’t say it as a sarcastic remark, but genuinely. “It’ll all go just fine, I promise!”

Now, Ansu really had zoned out of the conversation. He was too lost in thoughts about how exactly he was going to confess. Great. What had he gotten himself into?

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[francixoxoxo]

Mermaid!reader x pirate!billy

When his crew notices her and throws a harpoon or whatever at her but none of them could see if it hit her or not (it didnt) and billy is freaking out but he cant act as frazzled as he is in front of them and its almost impossible to let him know shes okay because theyre on the ship so she has to wait for them to dock and billy is sooo relieved

Oh my goddddd he would tweak

𓇼 Iridescent ˚✧ ₊˚

𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐰: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞

Of course it’s Ollinger, his paranoid ass is practically falling down the ladder to the crows nest and shouting about a mermaid. He’s supposed to be watching his barometer, not looking for mermaids. But he’s a superstitious, paranoid bastard, and he’s trying to kill women like you, women you’re maybe related to, women you could be friends with, but it’s not until the crew is crowded around Ollinger on the railing and passing around his spyglass, and it’s his turn to peer through the glass, and it’s not a woman like you, it’s fucking you.

Billy’s heart is pounding out of his chest, his mouth is dry. You’re laying on the rocks, probably biding your time in the sun and waiting for nightfall to meet him. And you’re beautiful, your iridescent tail is catching the sunlight, reflecting pinks, blues and purples. Your eyes are peacefully closed, lips moving. Perhaps you’re singing to yourself, passing the time. Now isn’t the time to admire you, Billy reminds himself.

“Get the harpoon! Jesse! Grab the harpoon!” One of the men is shouting, a man who boasted about his immaculate aim. His heart is in his knees, and he can’t find the words to protest, his hands are just moving to the back of his head, he’s turning around, pacing a few steps before lifting the spyglass again and looking at you. The crew is clamoring, Jesse’s handing the deadly weapon to the man who’d shouted for it. Can’t you hear them? Won’t you leave? They’re maybe fifty yards front you, why won’t you just swim away?

“Wait, we— we shouldn’t—“ Billy begins, but he doesn’t have a way to finish. His mind is screaming, he’ll do anything, he just can’t let you get hurt. But before he can do anything, that harpoon is flying through the air, the crew is yelling and screaming, it’s going right for you, he’s praying it won’t hit you, Billy’s begging God for forgiveness for everything he has ever done in his stupid life, asking for that harpoon to redirect itself right at his head, ‘cause your life is anything but stupid, and Billy can’t look, he can’t look—

The crew had mixed reactions. Some cheered, some gasped, some groaned. Billy opens his eyes a crack. His heart feels as if it’s in a compress when he see’s the gut-churning crimson clouding the water, you’re gone from the rocks. Somebody cursed that you’d gotten away, another man scoffs in reply. “John hit ‘er, she just got loose. Bitch’ll bleed out anyway.”

The air was being choked out of his lungs, Billy couldn’t tear his eyes from the rocks. He was white-knuckling the railing, the boat was moving too fucking fast, where you’d been was out of view all too soon. He couldn’t see if you resurfaced. The thought of you lying at the bottom of the sea, he could’ve thrown up over the edge of the boat. But he doesn’t dare utter a word. He can’t draw attention. All he can do is rub his palm over his mouth, screwing his eyes shut, and moving to his bunk.

The moment the boat is docked, he’s beelining it to your spot. His hopes aren’t high. Frankly, Billy’s heart is already twisted so tight that it’s fraying, threatening to snap. It’s only when he spots you, beautiful, mesmerizing, angelic, alive, that his nerves soothe. He wants to bawl like a damn baby, fall to his knees in front of you.

Billy does the latter, atleast. He’s kneeling beside you with buggy eyes, reaching for your shoulders, your hair, your neck— his hands settle for cradling your rosy cheeks and pulling you into such an emotional kiss you feel your own heart becoming weighty. He doesn’t even let you get a word in. You try pulling away, breaking the kiss for air, but he just won’t have that. Well, you suppose you have nostrils for a reason, as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and let him lay you down on the sand, leaning over you and kissing you silly.

When you finally break from eachother, Billy’s eyes are actually glossy. He’s really about to cry at the sight of you. Those beautiful azure eyes dart over you after a lingering moment of staring, and his eyes find that gut-churning gash along your side. The harpoon hadn’t impaled you. But it’d still grazed you, opened the skin, left scar tissue. It’s been days, and mermaids heal faster than humans, and yet he’s impossibly gentle in tracing his fingertips over the wound. It’s like he’s afraid that his touch alone will bruise you.

Billy’s finally had a rude awakening. You can be hurt. You can be killed. People in this world want to kill his reason for staying in it.

“Oh, baby, my baby… m’so, so sorry, fuck, you ain’t got a clue. My poor girl, those fucking assholes.” Billy spits those last words. He bows the crown of his head twixt your breasts, staring down at the scar marring your perfect body. It physically pained him to see it. His nostrils are flaring, his blue eyes wide, buggy and darting around to avoid tears. You push your fingers through his hair.

You’ve had a rude awakening as well.

“I didn’t realize that…”

“Folks poach mermaids. Yeah.” Billy breathes, screwing his eyes shut. He rolls onto his back, carefully pulling you on top of him. Your hair is damp, wetting his shirt, as if he gives a damn. “My own fuckin’ crew. Baby, I’m so sorry. I promise I had nothin’ t’do with it, I—“

“But you’re still sailing with them?” You propped your head on his chest, eyes doey and brows furrowed. You hadn’t known that you were something to be hunted. You didn’t realize that there was a reason Billy kept you away from his crew, away from town. His eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing lamely.

Billy wasn’t sure what to say. Jesse was the only friend he had, he’d helped Billy when he desperately needed some direction. But you? You were his world. You were the reason he got up in the mornings, the reason he breathed and lived. So, no, though it took him a moment, there was no hesitation in his voice when he breathed, “M’ done with ‘em, sweet girl. Heard ‘bout another pirate by the name Tunstall, turns out I’ve built ‘nough of a reputation for him to seek me out.”

Your expression had relaxed. Billy felt completely confident in his decision— he’d been mulling it over. This was all he needed to be sure. This pushed him off the edge. He pulled you closer, rolling you both over again with his strong arms underneath you. Billy’s plush lips pressed to your temple, slowly, lingering. “I ain’t gonna put you in danger again. Baby, you gotta listen to me when I tell you that y’can’t do that again. You gotta be careful f’me.”

You furrowed your brows, bright eyes lifting to meet his. Your hand came up to hold the back of his neck. Billy cared. Cared so infinitely, you could tell. He loved you like it was breathing. You nodded your head. “I will be. I promise you.”

Billy sighed in relief, thumping his forehead against yours. His eyelids fluttered shut as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one more languid than the other. This one just as loving, yet not as anguished. His hand ghosted over the scar tissue on your hip, hoping that the warmth of his palm seeped into your soft skin, erasing the pain. He wanted so badly to keep you from any pain.

Billy would do anything to keep you. He wanted to keep you safe, but he selfishly wanted to keep you to himself. He was determined to love you.

Ok I fixed the formatting to be a fic cuz this turned out longer than I thought 😭😭

[enhaheeseung]

Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: angst-ish

WC: 1,168k

Part 8 Sorry for the short chap. The next one will be longer with a lil angst and jealousy👀

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“Hey, y/n, I know it’s really early, and you’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to know if you’re okay with me coming over tonight? Maybe we could talk over dinner or watch a movie like we used to just to catch up and talk some things over. I get out of work early, so just let me know!!”

He sent you that message hours ago, and still no reply. Even when he was packing up to leave work, there still wasn’t any word from you, which soured his mood for the whole entire day, needless to say.

He sighed, doing his same boring routine, turning off the little lamp on his desk, getting ready to go home, and just waiting for this day to be over cause nothing good came out of it. You haven’t communicated with him in the past couple of days. His meetings all went like shit cause he could barely comprehend what was going on cause he couldn’t focus on anything but you. All in all, it’s just been rough. He’d seen better days, but at least there was a comfy bed waiting for him at home.

“Early leave?” Jake rounds the corner, nearly running into Heeseung.

“Hmm mm,” he hums softly. The tone of his hum was enough to tell that he was just tired and completely exhausted, and if that wasn’t evidence enough, the eye bags made it obvious.

“You good?” Heeseung nods. “Okay,” Jake gave him a small pat on the shoulder. “Just know I’m available if you need me and Jay too. He can be a dick sometimes, but he’s worried about you even if he’s too prideful to say it,” Jake chuckles, making Heeseung’s lips curve into the smallest smile.

“Thanks, Jake. I’ll keep that in mind. Take it easy tonight, yeah? I’ll see you next week.”

“See you next week,” Jake says, giving a final salute as Heeseung leaves for the day.

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You were pacing for what felt like hours ever since you received that text from your husband or ex-husband. At this point, you’re not really sure what the two of you are, but that’s beside the point cause you were literally on the verge of crying, ripping out your hair out, and vomiting.

Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Lee freaking heeseung the man you’re still so deeply in love with us asking you to have dinner with him. How could you stay calm knowing he wanted to see you and talk with you?

You’d be lying if you said seeing his text first thing in the morning didn’t make you smile and light up like a Christmas tree.

You were like seconds away from saying yes, yes, and yes, but before you could, you had to rationalize this in your head because wouldn’t that be letting him back in too easily? What if he tried to sweet-talk his way back in? You’re not sure if you were strong enough to say no, especially to his face.

Ugh.

You sighed, feeling a headache coming on. You just decided to ultimately ignore his text cause if he was really serious about you, then he’d be persistent. Saying no to him one time shouldn’t be enough for him to give up on you, and if he did, that would be a sign that he probably didn’t want you back anyways.

Except you wanted to see him so bad, being away from him was hard enough, especially at night. You just wanted to hold him, talk to him, spend time with him, but all that would have to wait until he proves himself and proves to you that he’s truly sorry. You just wish time would go by sooner cause every day without him felt like a month.

-

Even past midnight, heeseung was waiting on a message from you, a message that never came.

He sighed in frustration but reminded himself to stay level-headed about the situation, even if it was upsetting and, hurtful and confusing. He had to suck it up. He’s put you through so much worse, and the pain he’s going through right now is well deserved.

So he just continued on his journey to reclaim his spot in your heart, trying his best to focus on the positive even though there were many more negatives.

“Hey, y/n, I’m sure you’re probably sleeping now. Sorry for always bothering you when you’re asleep :( I just wanted to say I hope you had a good day today. I've been thinking of you all day, Couldn’t even get any work done cause I miss you so much anyways. I’ll leave you alone now. Have a good night, y/n. Hope to hear from you soon!”

You nearly jumped from your spot on your bed when you heard your phone go off. You had been thinking about Heeseung so much you couldn’t even get any sleep cause he was on your mind all day and night, even past midnight, and you were still only thinking of him and what he was doing.

You quickly grabbed and snatched up your phone, hoping it was him. As soon as you saw that it was, you squealed, and you probably woke up Sunghoon in the process, but it was for a good reason.

Your heart warmed immediately when you read his text. He was so sweet and thoughtful, and again, you just wanted to hop out of bed, drive back home, and sleep in his arms all night long, but you refrained from doing so, but you couldn’t not reply to his text this time he was obviously putting in the effort, and you didn’t want to seem like you just weren’t receptive of his gestures.

“Goodnight, heeseung,” you typed out and left it at heeseung and not hee cause you didn’t want him to think things were how they used to be or even close he’d have to earn that nickname back.

When heeseung saw your little typing dots, his heart nearly pumped out of his chest.

But first of all, why were you up so late? He frowned. You should be asleep getting your beauty rest.

Although he couldn’t complain when he saw your text, he literally kicked his feet while grinning at the screen like a love-struck fool.

He hearted your message right away. The text itself wasn’t big, but the fact you even bothered replying was enough for him. It gave him hope that there was still a little spark that he could ignite into a flame.

“Just give it time, heeseung, give it time,” he murmured, shutting off his phone, the smile never leaving his face when his head hit his pillow, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could finally rest peacefully.

You were wide awake, on the other hand, mind flooded with nothing but heeseung, and you’d definitely be in contact with him tomorrow cause you couldn’t go any longer without seeing him.

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Okay seeing as I have spent the last month reworking the main plot after just saying I was going to do a bit of organizing/get all new ideas back in one place (and FINALLY finished last night lmfao), I'll talk about my Biker Gang AU for Sig/Stiorra!! Basically, there is going to be a main 2023 plot along with flashbacks that support the main plot by basically answering how they got there in the first place. It will also feature four POVs. Takes place over ~20 years. Includes TWO mysteries (one of which is kind of obvious to book readers). And is a BEAR of plot cause well...twenty years to keep consistent, plot-hole free-ish, and make logical sense (like...make sure each choice, each twist, each timeline point flows). AND YEAH IM SUPER EXCITED AND A LITTLE SCARED, BUT IF I PULL IT OFF I WILL BE REALLY FREAKING PROUD OF MYSELF.

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I'm planning on getting back into Scandal land today. But gonna post an unedited snippet of HG to hold @chman90 over hehe -- It’s strange talking to him so casually - like the last two years were just a deranged nightmare. The words flow easily, too easily. If they keep this up, she’ll be telling him all her secrets. “I thought we were not meant to keep secrets anymore.”, she teases.  “I’ll tell mine, when you start spilling yours.”  “Who says I’m keeping secrets?” The mischief arising inside of her makes her feel like she’s sixteen again. The setting and circumstances cements the notion; they’ve been here before, countless times. Without even looking at him, she knows the exact face he is making now - the “I know when you’re lying to me” one where a little wrinkle appears between his eyebrows, head tilted just slightly to the right, corners of his lips ticked upward…. Sometimes she wonders if he forgets that she can read him just as well.  “You’ll be happy to hear that you’ve finally broken, Rognvaldr. You’d think he saw a ghost when I asked him about what you two were talking about in the elevator after you left.”  

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Hmmm, there are plenty. Some that are just fun to imagine. Last night, I had a 'Titanic' AU come to me lmfao [Stiorra essentially as Rose, Sig as Jack with some nuance cause I don't like erasing that Sig is also of noble birth]. I've also been playing around with 'She's a Man' AU ?? But there are certain things I can't quite figure out/twist for the AU -- like which brother is Stiorra switching places with cause she's not twins with either?! And if the other school would be the Dane school, why would x brother [most likely osbert] be sent there in the first place?! lmfao. But also why is Aethelstan/Eadgyth at the dane school isntead of the Wessex school? OH and I probably won't write it ever but playing around with a Brooklyn Nine-Nine-espque AU is also quite fun!!

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[ellaluna96]

Ive never been so gaslit by someone I trust so much I can’t understand what my brain goes through every waking hour fuck. How much I was lied is so confusing.

I don’t know if she liked me.. I only talk to her here and there. You think more happened. I last saw her in October. I didn’t text her. That song is not about me.

No you were talking to her all day everyday you were sending each other insta memes and TikTok’s all the time. You were asking to hang out with her and smoking. You’d see her after spending the day with me.. how do you think any of that is okay to do to me lie to me keep form me and you keep twisting it all.. nothing was ever like that with her it was always just friends you kept convincing me when I would loose my shit yes I didn’t need to know that you slept with her but if you were texting her I deserve to know she wasn’t just friends at one point cause wtf…. Hello…. But nope you wanted to keep her as your friend and text her so lie to me forever that you don’t even know if she liked you that it wasn’t like that…you were never going to tell me anything of course cause it’s not my place but did you plan on being her friend and like hangout with? Think eventually you can hangout and smoke and it be no issue and me never know you guys have slept together and you guys hang out alone eventually I’d be married with you and think your just hanging with a friend yes sure but I’d deserve to know then…. Like hello….

I’m so fucking broken but I did this its my fucking fault. How can you ignore me sobbing on your bed about all the things it took me months to finally vocalize and tell you because I started realizing you were messaging on fun apps a lot and it messed with me a shit ton knowing that you possibly have been lying about how much you talk and yea it was much more then just that you were seeing her.. you held me sobbing about her and then just liked her instagram picture after I stare at it so often seeing your name under it wtf man… and I didn’t even know anything yet.. and I was so hurt because I knew she had been on you.. I knew in a month of you guys hanging out like that you were atleast making out and being on top of each other because I knew she wanted you so bad but said you didn’t even know if she did cause it wasn’t like that bitch wtf…. and you confirmed it to me on the phone that day and said how she’d be all on top of you… and I figured that much.. but to hurt me with it on purpose oh you did it hurt me so bad I haven’t been able to stop hurting myself. Like one month and that girl made sure to fuck you. While she knew you were trying to get back with me and fucking me… she knew what she was getting into and you feel so sorry for her so you just made sure to keep texting her and I never ever made you stop I even just told you to wait and you couldn’t even do that for me..

I keep reliving all those moments and they hurt so much more when I found out you have been talking to her so much more and then seeing her then lied when you last saw her and not texting her back anymore when I asked you to wait a bit.. then now this like I’m so fucking hurt fucked up I can’t not see her fucking face every time we fuck it’s been what 8 months and then it starts to fade and then there’s always just something more that I was lied about to gaslit and she’s right there every god damn time maybe if I’m fucked up enough it wont.. this all started because I was lied to for months and then for half a a year on you even seeing her as well..

I was taunted all over instagram on songs she’d post pictures she’d put and you’d convince me in November and December they can’t be about you you don’t even know if she liked you? No she liked you growling at her and spitting in her mouth I taught you that. When I was so worried about you guys and I told you you’ll be able to move on way faster than me..and you even told me once no no one can match my freak bitch I remember her big ass fucking mouth talking about sex so fucking much and how she likes it rough and shit. I bet you had a time. And it wasn’t weird at all.. and you fucked me that same week. Fuck bro I can’t stop thinking about it and it’s all I want to do. But I can’t I can’t believe this shit I never need to find out but nope you lied so god damn much over and over and over and I couldn’t help but know in my guts that fucking truth.. I’m sorry em I don’t want to feel this way but it’s so fucking heavy like so bad… I just want to be held and coddled or fucked I don’t know I want to feel anything but this. I love you so much but I’m so fucking hurt. And Im trying to cope the best way I can. Cause I really don’t feel like I’m enough I came back to you gave you all of me and it wasn’t enough fuck bro FUCKKKKKKK

[venturesofviolentviolet]

Sad girlz are the prettiest aren’t they?

Romanticize my slit my throat era

The blankest stare

Words won’t even slip out

Can never say what I want to say

Cause we all have anxiety

But not everyone’s lying to you just me

But truth sounds different to you and me

So what is there to say

You’re bipolar when you want to be

But when I’m bipolar it’s just me

Cause for someone who says they know

You don’t seem to get it at all

If it’s convenient for you

I’ll say nothing at all

——————

I don’t want you to look at me when we’re alone

Cause when we’re not it feels like you’re looking everywhere else

and whether or not it’s on purpose

Or happening at all

Nothing I say could make me feel better

Because nothing you say will convince me

Cause no matter how many stories you tell

I watched your eyes

And if I tell you where your eyes go

You will tell me they never moved at all

Even if you have to say they were closed

Which they weren’t

But I get closer and closer to being convinced

That I’m going crazy

And I don’t know what eyes even are

And suddenly I’m not thinking about eyes at all

I’d rather sit here with my throat for a moment

Because I don’t know what’s real

So I’ll focus on the one thing I know

Which is that I can feel my throat

And my chest hurts

And my eyes are sore from

Crying

But don’t look at me now

You’ll throw off my whole balance

I’ll unnaturally stretch

And avoid eye contact

And I’m stretching my calves

With my mind having no where to go

Because I have nothing to say

And I can’t even pretend to be your friend

Because my head is fucked up

And talking and not talking makes it worse

And I’m slowly slipping back under

And no matter how many times or how many ways I say it

It never stops it from happening

And you should be the one person I want to talk to about it

But when we’re together I just feel alone

Cause if I said what I was thinking

You’d freak out

There’d be a fight

And nothing would be resolved

I’d still be anxious

And you’d still be completely innocent while saying I’m sorry

And you’d ask me for the millionth time what will help this

And I’ll say how if I knew I’d be doing it

And I’ll feel bad for being depressed

Which only makes it worse

And we’ll go round in circles

And maybe things will change

But probably they’ll just stay the same

And I’m not sure how much more numb I can be

Because I’ve exhausted most of my mind

And there’s no where else to go

But I’m not getting better

And no amount of reassurance from you could change my mind

When my mind has already declared you an enemy

And I know I love you

And I know I don’t love being alive

And I know I don’t know what love is

But if I do it might hurt more than I can bear

But being alone is a gnawing hunger

And love is more like a deep abyss

I’m more comfortable in one of those

But it’s not about being alone

It’s about if I’ll ever be happy

And I worry if you’ll be happy too

But when I feel like this

I wonder if you’re the reason I’m unhappy

Or if I’m just latching all my anxiety onto you

————-

I feel like the ugliest girl alive

And when I see your eyes follow them

It doesn’t confirm it

It just confirms how little you care

If you can so flippantly look at another girl’s body

Like the movies we watch

Girls delivered to your eyes in perfect shapes and colors

For you to stare and fantasize and lie about

Because the truth makes you uncomfortable

That you have no control over your hunger

Cause sexuality was made to benefit men

And they seldom question it

And have no reason to

Cause they haven’t experienced our side

And wouldn’t want to

Imagine if women devoured images of men in the same way

Having to hide their eyes away from where they would look if not being looked at

Because even if the most beautiful man, completely naked, walked past me

I wouldn’t stare

Or have reason to

But lust for women is unnatural

Men can’t look away

And they are ashamed

But not ashamed enough to stop

And you can blame hormones

Or social media

Or brain development

But it’s happening

And I see it

And I am deeply uncomfortable

Because the way men stare

Makes me never want to be stared at again

Because your eyes tracing my body parts feels like disrespect, and dirty, uncontrolled thoughts

Not a compliment to my figure

Because if it was a compliment

You wouldn’t have to look away when caught

And it wouldn’t make us uncomfortable

But men don’t care about our comfort

As long as their eyes get to endlessly look wherever they want

Because it is comfortable to them

To constantly demean us by treating us like cattle on the auctioning block

Pulling at our lips to see our teeth

And greedily laughing at the sick joke

Every woman bent over is a natural target

Anyone in tight clothing

A small waist

A pretty face

Just something

To stare at

Because blood is more valuable to the penis than brain these days

Unless the algorithm is wrong

What would I know

Just a girl forced into the trade

Who sells ass and face as my most prizeworthy possessions

Because as soon as my period started

A man told me so

Even when it was illegal

And even when I said no

So why am I so quiet?

Because no one listens

So what’s the point

And to the men who say

What about us?

We’re victims too

When the comics of buff men were made

You drew them

And even though girls talk about dick sizes

You won’t catch us looking

Or trying not to by looking away

Or subconsciously or consciously looking more than we should

Are we who we are or who we chose to be or who men told us to be?

Would this ever cross my mind if women wrote the history books?

Maybe I’d have a man just as self conscious as me

And maybe it would be my turn to tell them their anxieties are not real, and not my problem

And I’d laugh extra hard at the hot man’s jokes at work

And watch movies written by women, for women to drool over men’s bodies endlessly

And if a man complained, I’d say I wouldn’t know

Cause I wouldn’t know

[stellaafterdark]

All righty.

*cracks knuckles

This could go one of several ways

One possibility:

Agent Copano hoped he sounded casual. Chill. Chill as a cucumber. (Pun wasn’t intended ‘cause he didn’t know, but he would find out.)

“Hey y’know Harrington, I was thinking, we’ve both been struggling to keep up with bills. I’m going to let you move in with me.”

“You bought that absurdly expensive multiple box set lot on eBay I told you not to, didn’t you?”

“. . . yeah”

_-_-_-_-_-_

“Man, I’m not even memeing. Rent is too damn high. And I swear-”

Harrington beat him to the punch.

“Well let’s be roommates.”

“-that every month seeing my b- wait what.”

-_-_-_-_-_-

“Hey Copano, a group of my queer friends are thinking about pooling money to buy a house so we can all get out of the rent racket. I haven’t exactly floated the idea to them yet, but I think you’d be welcome as the token straight, if you wanted in.”

-_-_-_-_-_-

Copano: you know my nephew told me the weirdest thing the other day

Harrington: what’s that

Copano: he said ‘asexual people cuddle. With friends. Like just cuddle.’ Isn’t that weird.

*ready to pass it off and backpedal at a moment’s notice. Sweating internally.

Harrington: *completely joking but with her flat delivery it’s hard to tell* You dissing my fellow queers, agent?

Copano: *now totally clueless* what

Harrington: asexual people

Copano: are queer?

Harrington: yes

[freaking out thinking: crap now I’ve REALLY screwed this up. Abort mission]

OR

Harrington: I’m worried about my niece

Copano: what’s wrong

Harrington: I thought her region was so progressive

Copano: what’s wrong??

Harrington: *still her relatively normal monotone, introspective* I mean just the other week she told me about a queer friend. I thought people there were over it.

Copano: *now losing it* What’s wrong, woman?? Somebody making trouble? Do we need to get down there and throw some weight around …!

Harrington: I think she’s afraid to ID as WLW.

Copano: why do you think that

Harrington: she claims she’s asexual. She’s fourteen. She probably just likes women.

Copano: Maybe she just hasn’t figured out she likes women yet. Y’know … you knew early on but not everyone does.

Harrington: oh yeah that does make sense.

Copano: what’s asexual?

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

They just give off WAY-out-of-the-loop-middle-aged people vibes, despite her being wlw.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Copano: *to self* this is a bad idea

Harrington: what is

Copano: *flails hands* how long have you been there?

Harrington: *deadpan* 38 seconds. I counted.

Copano: haha classic.

Harrington: so what’s this bad idea

Copano: oh just some stunt the guys were suggesting, you know *100% lying*

*unexpectedly good at lying given they’re government agents*

Copano: so speaking of guys, like exactly how annoying is male attention, give it to me straight

Harrington: *goes on an hour long rant interspersed with experiences and friends’ experiences*

Copano: ohhh yeah oh man (*completely gives up on even mentioning any physical contact until a comedic forced scenario comes up*)

OR

Copano: I cannot imagine being asexual. I don’t get it.

Harrington: I mean you’d just do everything in life you’d normally do, minus sexual stuff. What’s there to ‘get’.

Copano: uhhhh? I guess? One thing I do understand though

Harrington: what’s that

Copano: *goes very uncharacteristically quiet*

Harrington: *raises eyebrow*

Copano: uhh nothing. Forget I said anything

Harrington: ???

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