#he looks so good with that hair and that suit

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other side of the moon: chapter four | formula one imagine

chapter four: matchstick men

pairing: fem retired formula one driver reader x ??? fem retired formula one driver reader x platonic!kimi antonelli

the cocktail party is fun while it lasts, late guests throw y/n’s decision into question but also show her just who she’s a mentor to.

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there was a january chill in the monaco air as max and y/n exited the dutchman’s apartment complex and started their short walk to kimi’s place. y/n pulled the shawl around her tighter, the light material of her slip dress doing nothing to keep the heat in.

“i told you you were going to be cold,” max teased, pulling her into a side hug, rubbing his free hand up and down her arm, “are you sure you don’t want me to run back and get your jumper?”

y/n leaned further into the dutchman’s warmth but shook her head, if she was really that cold by the time they made it to kimi’s she’d just had to steal something from them.

“sometimes you have to make sacrifices to look this good maxy,” y/n said, poking her tongue out at him, “and that includes hypothermia!”

“you don’t need to do anything, you’re perfect the way you are. i should’ve known you were still the same diva from karting when you still managed to look perfect in that ghastly shade of orange.”

“a dutchman who doesn’t like orange, now this is a scandal!”

“i like my orange, my shade - not that ugly papaya. i like you in my orange.”

“well if you play your cards right i might just wear some in zandvoort. they might be paying me a lot, but no one can pay me enough to wear that ugly uniform.”

max tightened his grip on y/n as they turned the corner to kimi and ollie’s place. there, in front of their door, stood the pair… in suits.

“did i miss the memo of this being a black tie event?” max yells, making the two boys jump, “now i look like i just rolled out of bed!”

“you always look like you’ve just rolled out of bed, we’re lucky i put all of your red bull merch in the wash so you’d wear something different tonight.”

kimi came to stand by y/n, she looked down at the italian and fixed his collar.

“are the suits too much? we wanted to make a good impression but… are they all going to laugh at us?” his voice was small and the way he craned his head to look at y/n made him look even smaller.

“no! it’s cute, you guys are going the extra mile and that means a lot. plus if they have a problem with you dapper gents, then they’ll have a problem with me!”

kimi giggled as the pair started on their way to charles’, ollie hung back and turned to max, “thank you for convincing her to say yes, he hasn’t stopped bouncing off the walls since.”

max slapped ollie’s back, “he convinced her all himself. that letter had her immediately, i think she has this weird belief that we’re not all over the moon she’s back. she’s been more herself in these past few days since meeting him than she has in three years. trust me mate, she was a shell of herself. hell, i would’ve given him the second red bull seat years ago if i knew he would bring the real her back to me.”

“i don’t think you have the power to give out the second red bull seat?” ollie pointed out, max shushed him loudly, “that’s what we want you to think.”

up ahead, y/n and kimi had linked arms like they were old friends.

“i don’t want you to be nervous going here tonight. i know my whole retirement to solitude may look like i don’t like anyone in formula one but truth be told they’re all big nerds. i expect you thought max was this big massive asshole before you met him properly but we all know he’s a big softie inside.”

kimi let out a deep breath, “i know i’ve technically met all of them, i mean i’ve been to countless race weekends now, but i’m still scared - i don’t want them to treat me like a kid, i’m a competitor!”

y/n laughed even though truth be told she was guilty of treating kimi like her long lost child, hair ruffles and cheek pinches, the lot. kimi tugged on her arm, “what was it like when you first met the drivers? not like on the grid where everyone is on their best behaviour, but when you truly met them?”

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march 2020 - bahrain testing.

“i’m nervous! what if they hate me!”

y/n whined, throwing the entire contents of her suitcase at george sat on the bed. despite having meticulously planned about a million different outfits for the annual post-test party, she was at a loss for what to wear.

“did you smash into them during preseason? did you piss in their coffee? no! so you’ll be fine, stop worrying.”

“but what if they still hate me?” the look on her face was so genuine that george’s heart broke a little.

“no one can be angry at you for too long,” george laughed, “i’m sure that even if you shunted them into the first wall you they’d be here grovelling first thing.”

pelting another piece of clothing at george’s head, “what like you? i remember monaco last year. how long did it take you?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’m a broody, stoic stallion, i don’t grovel.”

“your delivery of artisan croissants and a teary monologue about how much i mean to you says different…”

a blush breaks out over george’s face at the memory. he’d hardly covered himself in glory in monaco he’d admit that, but every ounce of common sense left stage right when he saw y/n lean in and lick the line of salt off of mick’s hand.

“i treasure our friendship, i didn’t want to lose you over a dumb drunk argument,” george said, taking her hand in his, “i’m older now and i know when i should and when i shouldn’t step in. you’re old enough and ugly enough to look out for yourself.”

the pair had been friends since they first started karting against each other. y/n was nervous, lining up against a grid of boys for the first time but george had come right over and introduced himself, prim and proper handshakes and all.

y/n finally found the dress she had been looking for in the worryingly big pile of clothes, jumping up with a pleased grin. she ran to the bathroom and pulled it on, a short black sequin dress with boots and a black leather jacket on top. y/n thought she looked mysterious enough without looking like she was attending a funeral.

“what do you think georgie? does it scream ‘don’t take me out on track or i’ll kill you’ but also a healthy amount of ‘i’m a scared little girl don’t be mean to me or i’ll cry’?”

george was speechless, his mouth open but no words finding their way out. y/n did a little spin but he was still sputtering and running his hand through his hair like a mad man. he cleared his throat and stood up abruptly, “you look amazing y/n, i mean seriously amazing but i just remembered that i think i left the iron on in my room and i don’t want to burn the entire hotel down!”

he rushed towards the door, flinging it open, “williams definitely can’t afford that, i’ll see you later!”

he took off running down the hotel corridor, very nearly barrelling into alex who was on his way to y/n’s room.

“where’s he off to?” alex asked, coming into the room and making his way straight to the mini bar.

“he said he left the iron on in his room? i don’t know. he just started freaking out for like no reason. i just asked him whether this outfit is cute enough for tonight and he just sat there like i told him his whole family is dead and bolted.”

“weird.”

“so weird, right?” y/n made her way back to the bathroom to start her makeup, “i don’t know what came over him, is my outfit really that offensive? alex, you’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”

“i think it might have been too much for george, but he’s being a weird puritan maniac recently, so?”

y/n poked her head past the door, “you’re so right. he’s posted about a hundred topless photos since making it to formula one but got so angry at me for licking mick’s hand!”

y/n was so close to the point it was right in front of her, but much to alex’s disappointment it looked as if she was just as useless as the rest of them. he tried to hide his annoyance on his face, but y/n still caught onto it.

“did you think that was bad too?! have you people never done tequila shots? so do you think this is too slutty for a driver party?”

alex shot up, nearly spilling his drink all over y/n’s bed, “no! george was being a weirdo about the tequila salt thing, had a proper bee in his bonnet that night. you look great, don’t change. i think he’s going through boy things…”

alex did not sound convinced by his own words, but he would work with it. y/n was confused until alex picked up a pillow and mimed putting it in a very specific spot and it finally clicked.

“he got a boner?!”

alex barked out a laugh, “oh tell the whole floor why don’t you? be quiet!”

y/n could not keep her laughs in, folding over with tears streaming down her face. this would definitely explain the emergency exit.

“you cannot tell him i told you, swear it!” alex hissed, grabbing y/n’s hand, “please, he’ll kill me and you know him he’s weirdly sadistic he’d go all dexter on me!”

the two linked pinky fingers, “i promise to never tell george that you told me he got a boner from me in a leather jacket”

“didn’t have to go into that much detail, but yeah i promise too.”

y/n touched her makeup as alex finished off his drink, “but you’re sure this is okay? everyone knows that the real time you meet the grid is when they’re all drunk.”

“you look great, stop worrying. i think george would agree, little george as well-” y/n pelted a pillow at him.

“i just fixed my makeup, don’t make me cry laugh again!”

y/n slipped her shoes on and the pair made their way down to the lobby and across the street to the bar. it was very laidback, completely empty bar the other drivers and some of their significant others.

“about time you guys turned up!” daniel called out from the table most of the drivers were huddled around.

“sorry all, um, we had something to iron out - ouch!” alex said before an elbow to the side from y/n cut him off. the rest of the table were none the wiser but george was suddenly infatuated with his drink, hoping the small umbrella in the glass could cover his blush.

amongst all of the chaos of welcomes, lance pulled up a chair for y/n and asked what she would be having to drink. “just a tequila sunrise for me lance, if they do them. thank you.”

the canadian gave her a little salute before heading to the bar. pulling up his own chair beside her, alex grumbles a little ‘don’t ask me if i want a drink then’ and gets another shove.

daniel claps loudly, silencing the table. he turns to y/n theatrically, wiggling his eyebrows. “so, to our lonely rookie of the season here, a couple of questions.”

the table all turned to her and y/n let out a nervous chuckle, fiddling with her jacket - where was lance with that drink?

“we won’t be hazing you, no worries. no that’s actually illegal, although i am curious as to your karaoke song of choice… we’re getting off topic! my burning question is… growing up with half of the grid you must have a rolodex of embarrassing stories about them. spill. i’m talking embarrassing falls, pissing in their karts or awkward boners, i want all of it!”

daniel looked at her earnestly, waiting on her response. this was a little overwhelming, lance had returned with her drink, alex was trying to keep his laughs at the mention of boners and charles was fixed on her with a death glare - guess the waterpark story was out of the question.

all of the focus was on her and it was overwhelming. y/n was somewhat used to having people watch her every move, you get used to that as the only girl in paddocks where people are just waiting for you to fail.

“i don’t know if i want to make enemies on the grid this early on,” y/n said, looking shyly at daniel to see whether this would be considered a good enough answer.

“very diplomatic, very diplomatic indeed,’ daniel said, pondering, “you’ll do well with the media with answers like that.”

“you learn quick as a girl in this sport.”

the entire table quietened again, although a lot more awkward this time. great first impression. daniel broke the silence once again, “not that we’re going to haze you, but just out of interest, what IS your go to karaoke song?”

“man i feel like a woman,” y/n answered without hesitation, seeing a wide smile break out on daniel’s face, “i think we’ll get along very well, rookie,” daniel replies. the aussie stands up and drags her to the bar, proclaiming that they ‘simply must do some shots together on account of being his new best friend’. y/n was not complaining, this was the first driver outside of the 2019 rookies and max who was expressing actual interest in friendship.

max had always gushed about daniel during and after their time at red bull together. y/n was surprised she hadn’t seen the dutchman yet that evening, but recalled him saying that he wanted to let her get to know the others, not wanting to hover over her like an overprotective parent.

another figure slipped in beside her at the bar and when she turned she came face to face with none other than sebastian vettel. the german gave her a soft smile and said, “i hope tonight wasn’t too daunting for you, we’re all very excited to have you on the grid, though some more than others.”

y/n raised her eyebrow, imploring him to continue. “the way max insists on praising you at every turn i thought your name was already on the second red bull.”

she let out a short laugh, “max does like talking…”

“oh he’s been showing us your formula two highlights all season, gushing about your lines and how we’ll all have to watch our backs this season.”

daniel finally got their shots and butted into the conversation, “max literally hasn’t shut up since you started in formula two, he’s all in on the y/n train.”

y/n smiled. she knew max was a big supporter of hers but hearing it from others made her heart swell.

the trio headed back to the main group who in the short time at the bar had managed to consume a worrying amount of alcohol. there was something surreal about seeing world champions struggle to string a sentence together or keep their heads up straight.

“oh my god what happened? how are they this fucked? we were gone for like five minutes?”

sebastian chuckled, looking over to fernando who was practically sat on a very bemused kimi raikkonen’s lap, “some of us have tasted the glory of winning the championship, so when you know that your car is nowhere near that this season, you cope in your own way.”

the bar had descended into chaos, looking closer to a renaissance painting than a sophisticated night out amongst high performance athletes. alex was sat in the same seat but now found himself flanked by two of his rookie class who now closely resembles a pair of clingy cats. y/n was sure she even saw lando, for the lack of a better word, nuzzle alex’s neck.

when checo appeared with an entire platter of tequila shots, alex took that as his cue to take lando and george home before they got their hands on any more alcohol.

“do you want some help with them?” y/n asked, watching alex wrangle the two drivers towards the exit.

“no, i can handle them. if you think this is bad, you should’ve seen them last year, proper made a fool of themselves. stay and get to know everyone, soon they’ll be so drunk you’ll have some good blackmail material on them.”

y/n hadn’t thought about that. not that she’d ever blackmail a fellow driver…

“well good luck getting them back to their rooms, see you tomorrow!”

y/n turned back to the mess in the bar. max was pouring pure gin in pierre’s mouth, charles was trying (key word, trying) to slow dance with sebastian despite the only music playing being edm and kevin magnussen was already asleep at the main table with nico hulkenberg and lance stacking coasters on his head.

“enjoying the circus?” a voice asks her from behind, y/n turned to see none other than kimi raikkonen. trying not to show her nerves, y/n took one of the drinks kimi was holding.

“i think i am. it’s a bit overwhelming.”

kimi nodded. there was a silence between them but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“are you excited for your first formula one race?”

“i am. i just want to show mclaren that they made the right decision on me.”

“you’ll be fine, trust me. i watched you in testing. i know that doesn’t mean much when it comes to the actual pace of the car, but you already had good control over the car. have faith in yourself.”

all of the praise from everyone else was nice but to get that many words out of kimi, it all was real now.

“thank you kimi, i hope we get to race this season. you’re a hero of mine.”

“that makes me feel old.”

“oh! i didn’t me too-”

“i’m kidding. most people would’ve chosen seb or lewis as they’re heroes.”

“oh i admire them, but there was only one blonde i loved in formula one.”

kimi let out a little laugh. the two sat there, observing for a couple of moments.

“don’t trust anyone,” kimi said suddenly, turning to y/n. “huh?”

“don’t trust anyone. i’m sorry that it’ll likely be worse for you, but these people they’re not really your friends, not when you’re in the car and everything is on the line. you can’t take it personally but you can prepare yourself. you’re a girl, so people will take their side more often than not. just know you’re here for a reason, they can’t push you around without repercussions.”

y/n took a second to let it sink in. there were things that managers and friends from outside the sport had warned her about, but a reminder from someone like kimi made it really resonate.

“i guess i’ll just have to be so fast that they can’t get near me.”

kimi laughed, properly this time. they clinked their glasses and went back to watching the mess unfold before them.

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“george got a boner? can i use that as blackmail for a quali tow?” kimi gasped, clutching his metaphorical pearls.

“do not tell him i told you that,” y/n thought for a second, “or you can, i don’t really care.”

the four of them approached charles’ house and could already hear the hustle and bustle from inside. y/n went to ring the bell but kimi grabbed her hand quickly,

“you’re sure this will be okay?”

the italian had a little shake in his voice.

“you’re going to be fine, everyone will love you, okay? stop doubting yourself.”

she finally rung the bell and the group could hear the silence sweep throughout the house. the door swung open to reveal charles who was already pink in the face, telling y/n that the monagasque had already been amongst the drinks.

“well look what the cat dragged in,” charles said looking her up and down. the three behind her were suddenly weary, charles’ face had hardened when his eyes landed on y/n. “i’ve fucking missed you!”

charles pulled her into a tight hug. the world had stopped. y/n hadn’t spoken to charles since the crash and three years of silence was suddenly pouring out of both of them. tears slipped out from both of them, pulling each other so tight like they were trying to fall into each other’s bodies.

“as touching as this all is, it’s fucking freezing out here and i’d love that cocktail i was promised?”

max broke the silence in his typical fashion and charles finally acknowledged the three others. his smile turned wicked when he realised what kimi and ollie were wearing.

“oh mon amis, those suits are just too cute!”

y/n peered over charles’ shoulder with a very clear ‘i told you so’ written on her face. charles pulled on ollie’s hands, muttering about how well dressed his son is, and ushered the rest of them into his home.

kimi, ollie and max continued down the corridor and into the common space with the other attendees but y/n and charles hung back.

“i’m being serious, i really missed you,” charles said, “i really haven’t been the friend i should’ve been during all of this. i know i hurt you and i don’t expect you to forgive me, but know i am sorry, truly.”

the tears had returned to charles’ eyes once again. y/n tried to summon the anger that she had festered in for three years, but here, stood face to face with charles, she just couldn’t. the monegasque looked so wrecked and she knew that wasn’t a lie. y/n, through common sense but also the advice of her therapist, had never seen the race that ended her career. however, in a weak moment of social media addiction, y/n had stumbled upon a clip of charles’ radio. it was a compilation of his radios across the year, including grosjean’s fireball, pierre’s near miss in japan a couple years ago and finally, silverstone 2022.

“holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck! is that y/n?”

“i can confirm it is y/ln, we are waiting for news from mclaren”

“is she okay? has she responded on the radio?”

“no news yet charles, stay in delta and come to the pit lane.”

“anyone but her, god please. please be okay, please, please, please. not another one, don’t take another one.”

shivers had wrung up her spine when she had heard it. the weekend had been so traumatic that she had hardly stopped to think about anyone else. the crash had unleashed such an ugly anger within her, so powerful that just a glimpse of a formula one car made her feel so vulnerable to her emotions. instead of facing it head on, it just felt easier to hide and to try and forget.

“hey, hey,” y/n took charles’ face in her hands, “look at me okay, i have no hard feeling against you. you don’t need to be sorry, these things happen. i did what i thought i had to do and that was hide. was it healthy? no, but i hate that my silence might have made you think that i blame you in any way.”

charles let out a wet laugh and y/n continued, “i heard your radio, for the first time a couple months ago. i know what you’ve been through, i should’ve spoken to you.”

charles shook his head, “you did what you needed to do, i won’t ever hold it against you. i’m just glad you’re here now, we can make up for lost time now. although i am pretty offended that you didn’t come back for me but for this kid?”

“kimi is a lot nicer than all of you dummies,” y/n poked her tongue out, “and once he looks at you like a lil puppy, you can’t say no.”

y/n smiled to herself, and charles replicated it. the two just existed together for a moment, listening to the greetings down the hall. a small shiver of doubt made its way up y/n’s spine. the reunion with charles had gone well, but would everyone else look past her three year silence?

“they’re looking forward to seeing you,” charles said, nudging y/n closer to the action. she took a small breath and made her way to the common area.

all conversation ceased when she took her first step in the room. max, kimi, ollie and alex all smiled at he, trying to ease her into the room. carlos looked happy to see her, but as always there was something off in his eyes, like he didn’t quite trust her and oscar was there? y/n had never met the aussie but had heard he was a little standoffish.

oscar couldn’t even make eye contact with her, he looked anywhere else, charles’ white ceiling suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. that was odd.

“welcome back!” alex yelled, making everyone else jump, “i have missed you so much, so much has happened. please never disappear again!” he said, wrapping her in a hug. y/n snuggled in closer, breathing in the familiar scent of her friend. drawing back she looked up at him with a strange look,

“have you changed your cologne?”

“well, i’d like to think i have changed a lot in three years, but yes i have?”

“do you have a girlfriend?”

“tell me you don’t check my instagram why don’t you? yes i do, you’ll have to come to dinner at some point. lily is very excited you’re coming back, she says we don’t shut up about you.”

y/n was so happy for alex, “you smell like a girl, she’s done wonders for you.”

alex’s smile fell immediately, “i didn’t miss this, you didn’t get any nicer in your break huh?”

“still a bitch i fear.”

everyone was back engrossed in their conversations, with carlos keeping his distance from y/n by busying himself with charles at the bar. y/n saw oscar again, hovering by ollie, trying and failing to conceal his staring.

“is oscar usually this weird with new people?” y/n asked alex, “he’s staring but also can’t make eye contact without looking like he’s going to shit himself.”

“oh he’s got massive survivors guilt, which is a weird way to put it considering he wasn’t in the race that day, but…”

oh. now it makes sense. “i see, i should probably talk to him shouldn’t i?”

“you can if you want to but you also don’t owe anyone anything? it’s your choice.”

y/n looked over again and oscar again quickly diverted his eyes. here goes nothing. making her way to the other group of drivers, oscar started looking for his escape.

“hi guys, are you okay if i steal the aussie for a second?”

the rest of the group didn’t care but oscar sputtered out a, “really? i’m okay, you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to?”

“come on,” y/n took ahold of his arm, “let’s go talk somewhere else.”

the aussie looked nervous but he followed y/n through charles house. after trying a couple doors, the finally found a study and the pair sat down. oscar couldn’t stop fidgeting, he felt the sweat beading at his brow and the collar of his shirt was starting to strangle him.

“do you want to tell me why you’re so nervous?” y/n asked, “as far as i’m aware, you’ve done nothing to warrant this?”

oscar didn’t say anything. he didn’t know how to word it without sounding like an idiot.

“i just thought you would maybe resent me for taking your seat? i’m sorry for being such a weirdo about it. i know it was a dick move from me to not even bring you up but there was this whole thing with mark and zak, but i should’ve listened to myself, i’m sorry…”

it all spilled out at once and oscar just looked at her horrified. did she even know about mark and zak?

“oscar, i don’t resent you for taking the seat. i can’t say i’ve watched much more than just the races, so i can’t say for sure you’re the greatest guy off the track, although the fact you were even invited here tells me so, but you more than deserved that seat. yes, it’s unfortunate the way it became available, but i’ll never resent a racer for following his dreams.”

oscar let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, “thank you, you don’t know the amount of sleepless nights i had after i took the seat. i thought that maybe you would come back and either i’d have to give it up or i’d keep it and stop you from coming back. i mean you’re a hero of mine and all i could think was ‘am i an asshole for taking this from you when you’re still in hospital?’”

y/n sighed, “i won’t lie, it hurt. but not because of you. a full lifetime of work was snuffed out in one second. i understand formula one is a business but i don’t think zak knows that i could hear everything while i was in the medically induced coma.”

oscar’s head shot up at the mention of zak’s name and this told y/n everything she needed to know.

“he was on the phone just five minutes after the nurse told him i’d never be able to get in a formula one car again. my racing body wasn’t even cold yet. i do know it was mark on the phone. i’ve not held it against him, unless there’s something you’d like to tell me?”

was it betrayal if he told y/n? everything had already happened and the truth was y/n knowing wasn’t going to change anything. but if he didn’t say then y/n could decide to go back and watch interviews and videos and see what a big liar he was.

“him and zak had this weird thing they were stuck on. like i said you’re a hero of mine, and i still wanted to honour you in any way i could. i had a plan to have a 13 on my helmet, i even wanted to dedicate my first win to you. but i wasn’t allowed. they said i needed to leave you in the past or it would make me look weak.”

tears were falling down oscar’s face as y/n pulled him into a hug. the aussie shook with the strength of his sobs.

“i’m a grown man, i should’ve told them no, but i had just gotten there. i’m sorry, i wish i had a back bone.”

y/n ran her hands through his hair, comforting the younger driver, “oscar, don’t worry. i don’t take any offence. you forget i raced under zak, i know what an asshole he can be. you don’t have to do anything to make it up to me, just don’t be a stranger in the paddock. i may be there for kimi, but you can still come to me.”

y/n wasn’t sure how lando was treating oscar, had he started off kind with him and flipped on his head as well? it couldn’t hurt to check.

“i know lando can be difficult, so don’t think you’re alone okay? i know how it feels, so come complain to me if you need to.”

oscar laughed, “i know exactly what you’re talking about. did you watch hungary this year? that was a mess, it was so awkward in the garage after that. it’s creepy how he can turn it on for a video right? i don’t know what happened between you but it’s almost like he knew i wanted to dedicate it to you? he asked me like ten times whether i dedicated it to anyone.”

okay, that was a problem. y/n had stupidly thought that maybe lando going cold turkey from her for three years might have made whatever weird vendetta he had against her disappear, or at least lessen.

“if i’m being completely honest, i’m not sure what happened between us. we obviously grew up together and were close from that, we all were, but as soon as the racing started he just switched up, and by the sounds of it, it hasn’t gotten better in my absence.”

the pair moved to the bathroom to get oscar some tissues and make him look a little more presentable. fixing his hair, y/n said, “i’m serious oscar, there’s no hard feelings. i’m proud of you-”

y/n was cut off with some commotion coming from the common area. the pair looked at each other and hurried to the scene of the noise. there stood george and lando, they both looked like they had grown up, lando sporting some facial hair and george in a suprisingly formal getup.

both brits locked on y/n and oscar as they returned.

“so one mclaren driver wasn’t enough for you? you had to go and seduce oscar as well?”

lando accused, a look of pure disgust on his face, “he’s got a girlfriend as well, do you have any respect for yourself?”

y/n burst out laughing, looking bewildered at lando. “is this guy serious?” she asked looking around the room, most of them looking just as shocked as her at his outburst.

“i don’t know what you’re laughing at,” lando said and turned to oscar, “i really thought you’d last more than five minutes mate.”

“lando, i don’t know what you’re problem is, but we were clearing the air about me taking the seat after her crash. you know, we spoke, like normal fucking people. just because you couldn’t spend more than five minutes with the one girl in the sport without wanting to fuck her doesn’t mean i don’t see her as an actual person.”

oscar replied, standing in front of y/n who was shocked but also impressed by the aussie’s take down of his own teammate. lando glared at his teammate, “you know having her on side will do nothing for this bullshit bid you have to be the number one driver this season. in fact i remember her launching a plot like that herself, and look how that ended.”

one second lando was smirking in front of oscar and y/n and next he was on the floor, all courtesy of kimi. the italian was looming over lando, the angriest anyone in the room had ever seen him. ollie tried to grab his hand, but he yanked it back and set his sights back on lando.

“you really are the dumbest person in the world aren’t you?”

lando was speechless, still on the floor.

“she could’ve said so much about you, your team and the bullshit you both put her through, but she didn’t. we all know you were an asshole to her, she could’ve ruined this dumb boy next door act you’ve got going, but she didn’t. so you should think yourself lucky.”

kimi felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see y/n. he stood up, moving away from lando and let y/n lead him towards the exit just as the other one decided to pipe up.

“she’s a bit old for you isn’t she, buddy?” george’s voice rung out, “or are you really going for the max verstappen route, problematic older woman and everything?”

that was a low blow. kelly was a sore subject for max, y/n didn’t really know much about her, just that they got together and broke up during the time that y/n was first moved to london. max had been the only one to know where she was, but that was only months after she had moved. y/n never met her and only heard about her when max had visited and gave her a life update that included a whirlwind romance.

“that’s a bold choice george,” max said, getting in his face, “isn’t kimi like a son to toto? you really think he’s choosing you over him? you were just a bed warmer for him when lewis had pissed him off. we all know he’d choose kimi and well, that he’d do anything for me, so are we really the ones you want to try and go toe to toe with?”

george narrowed his eyes at max, “i went through so much trouble for that girl back then, i hope you’re not getting your hopes up. she’ll just lead you on like she did to us, you’re just a stepping stone to her.”

“i am right here, you know? you don’t have to talk about me like i’m not?”

george’s head whipped around to her direction, “you were fine not talking for three years. why now? why come back now? there’s nothing for you there? or do you have an ulterior motive? are you using kimi to sabotage me?”

y/n let out another laugh in disbelief, “are you being serious right now? you can’t be this seriously delusional. despite popular belief, to you, not everything i do, is to do with you. both of you seem to have such an inflated view of your place in my life, please sleep well knowing i don’t want anything to do with either of you.”

charles interrupted, “i invited you two because i thought you would be happy to see y/n, why are you ruining my night? i brought olives and you’re bringing the mood down!”

“yes, i think it’s time you guys left.” max said, ready to escort them himself, with force if necessary.

the two gave y/n a final dirty look before storming out of charles’ house. y/n didn’t understand how it had gotten so bad between them, she longed for the times when they’d sneak out for ice cream at karting competitions and tell each other ghost stories. she wanted those times back so badly, but with displays like tonights she wasn’t sure if it was worth it. maybe those bridges had burnt the moment her car hit the wall.

the atmosphere in the room was thick, no one knew what to say following what ever they just witnessed.

“i guess we don’t outgrow the pettiness. ever.” ollie said, downing his drink, “if that’s what formula one does to a man i need another drink.”

charles started working behind his home bar and with the silence broken, the conversation started again.

“y/n i’m sorry i brought you back into this. i just wanted to have you as a mentor and try and get you to fall back in love with the sport, i didn’t want to bring you into a civil war where you get accused of seducing everyone.”

“kimi, i am happy to be here and we will work together. they don’t mean anything to me, okay? the things they say is water off a duck’s back for me now.”

“as long as you’re sure, i want you to enjoy it.”

“there’s enough of you i love to stick around. i’ve only known you for a short while, but the way you go for the things you want and stand up for what you believe makes me believe. they don’t matter to us. what matters is you and your car, and we will prove them all wrong.”

max slipped his arm around her shoulder as she spoke to kimi. “do you want to go?”

y/n looked back to kimi, “are you okay if we go? you and ollie can stay and enjoy yourself, rinse charles for as much as he’s worth.”

kimi nodded and hugged y/n. “see you soon, thank you again.”

“no worries, bunny.”

y/n and the dutchman grabbed their stuff and made their way to the door. charles escorted them out, “sorry it became such a downer, but i still liked seeing you again. we’ll have to get lunch some time before testing, arthur has been bothering me about meeting you.”

the pair ventured back out into the wind, a strained silence between them. “you know none of us believe what they said, right?”

“unfortunately, i’m very used to it maxy,” y/n said, leaning into him, “but it doesn’t bother me anymore. the people i care about know me, that’s all that matters.”

“just say the word and i’ll make their lives hell.”

“that’s noble, max, but i’m okay.”

“you let them get away with too much, y/n. seriously, what they just did was fucked up.”

“maybe to them i did do those things?”

“don’t say that,” max said stopping her, “they’re being childish. they can’t act like they have and expect that you’ll just fall into their arms.”

“do you think i’ll fall into your arms?”

“no. maybe? i don’t know, i want whatever you want. you know how i feel about you, but i just want you in my life. you’re the only one who has always really known me. we were so young and you saw me, not my dad and not my driving, but me. i will forever be grateful for you, it’s in your hands.”

“it’s all so confusing, max. if i do anything i just prove their point. at this moment i just need to exist. but i’d like to exist with you.”

“i’d like to exist with you too.”

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fin.

note: it's the drama mick i love it! a big bust up chap for you all, and boy have i been tired this weekend so this took a lil longer than i wanted it to. testing next!!!

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[maruflix]

MEA CULPA #oneshot #squidgame #therecruiter #thesalesman

The Salesman knows that love is truly the most dangerous game of all, and there is penance in yearning for someone who can never be yours. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.

feat. the salesman / the recruiter　　⎯⎯　wc. 2.4k

cw: female reader, recruiter!reader, cheater!reader, language, the salesman is probably ooc, unreciprocated crush, one sided love, friends with benefits, cheating, kissing, choking, face-fucking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, slight frontman x reader, no beta we die like gi-hun’s mom

I.

Busan is so hot this time around.

You plop down with a sigh. Thankfully, having met your daily quota, you can go home early tonight. There are lots of desperate people nowadays, so finding ten people to join a game with a prize of 45.6 billion won isn’t really that difficult.

The clacking of shoes snaps you from your trance.

Without having to look up, you immediately figure out who it is. The scent of expensive cologne comes first, followed by the rustling. You grumble and slam your briefcase down, using it as a wall to separate the two of you. “Hey, not-so-friendly reminder: you’re on my turf.”

The Salesman blinks at you, feigning surprise. “Oh? I was under the impression that this was a team effort.”

His innocent tone makes you want to hurl, so you choose to ignore him completely. Instead, you stare at him in annoyance and wonder how he’s able to look so perfect in that cashmere suit of his. Not a single hair out of place, his tie straight and his shoes laced.

“You’re done for the day, aren’t you?” Your colleague tilts his head to look at you, a smile adorning his features, “Let’s play a game.”

You scoff.

He ignores your obvious displeasure and inches his whole body to face you, one arm shooting forward to grip the side of your bench. “Say, should we play ddakji? I’m in a good mood today.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of smacking paper squares?” It’s hard to keep a straight face when his handsome face keeps getting closer to you, “Get your ugly face away from me.”

The Salesman doesn’t budge. “Not until you say yes.”

He has a certain charm to him, you had to admit— he is so assertive, with just the right amount of pushy but not to the point of being obtrusive.

“Fine,” you exhale, “what do I get?”

II.

When you agreed to play a game with your fellow Recruiter (specifically, the totally unhinged one you’ve grown to dub as ‘The Salesman’), you didn’t expect this to happen.

Your colleague’s body pressed on top of yours, both your suit jackets thrown away somewhere in his fancy condo—he doesn’t even bother to wait for you to finish unbuttoning your shirt before he captures your hands and pins them on top of your head.

“Fuck,” you rasp out when he pushes himself into you agonizingly slow, savoring the way you tighten around him, “s-slow down—”

He chuckles breathily. “Darling, I’m barely moving. Besides,” eyes clouded with lust, he revels in how defenseless you look under him, “you lost our game, so you’re in no position to tell me what to do.”

With that, he sloowly drags himself out before slamming his full length into you, causing you to moan loudly. Greedily, he drinks in the sight of you, sprawled on his bed, legs open, taking all of him like a good, good girl.

“Who knew you were hiding all this underneath that suit of yours?” He teases, running a hand over your breasts, “I should’ve done this sooner.”

“I can, ngh,” Pushing yourself up on one elbow, you use your other hand to grip his chin, yanking him closer to you, “say the same about you.”

His smirk widens. “Always has to get the last word.”

He grips your throat, pushing you back down to the bed as he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of you mercilessly while you mewl in pleasure.

“F-fuck-” you struggle, clawing on the hand that lodges itself around your throat like a serpent, “ngh,”

Your panic excites him like no other. “What’s wrong, darling? Having trouble breathing?” straightening his back, he keeps his hand securely wrapped around your neck, eyeing you down as he continues drilling into you, “Do you realize how wet you are?”

You wanted to look away, but his strong hand firmly keeps you in place. It’s not like you can hide yourself away, not when the sounds of plap! plap! plap! keeps echoing around the room—a testament of how much your cunt is drooling, soaking the bedsheets. His constant pace feels so good, and the way he gazes at you makes you feel lightheaded.

“You’re- haah, so tight,” he feels how you’re spasming around him and groans, “enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” he’s all out of breath now—you feel so good when you clamp down on him like that, so right, like the two of you are made for each other.

“Fuck! Yes!” You whine, your nails digging into his back, delicious jolts of electricity running along your spine when his girthy cock hits your sweet spot over and over, “Don’t stop, I’m, ugh, close-”

He doesn’t miss the way your legs wrap around his waist, preventing him from pulling away. Raising an eyebrow, he loosens his grip on your neck to bend down to your eye level, “What’s this? You want me to fill you up?”

His thrusts never decelerates and you’re too fucked out to even muster a reply, your moans nearly drowned out by the sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin.

“You want that, huh?” Although his voice drips with arrogance, he’s also reaching his limit—the sight of you with your cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open drives him to the edge of insanity. He throws his head back, groaning, shooting his load deep into your womb.

You’re still shaking when he lets go of your neck, falling on top of you. Before you can think about the consequences of your actions, the fatigue catches up with you. Your body feels heavy, like it’s being pulled to the center of the earth—and your world goes dark.

Sensing that you’re not moving, The Salesman takes a glance at you and finds out that he’s quite literally fucked you unconscious. “Hey.” he shakes your shoulders a bit, but you’re unresponsive, your chest heaving up and down.

He huffs and rolls down to your side, studying your sleeping figure with a smirk. You look so beautiful in your afterglow, your hair framing your face like a halo. Like a man possessed, he moves to your ear, mumbling—

“I like you.”

III.

You groan loudly when the scent of your colleague’s cologne invades your nostrils again, ignoring the weird looks you got from strangers boarding the oncoming train.

The Salesman bats his eyelashes at you innocently.

“No, I don’t want to play with you again.”

“Aw,” he straightens his tie, “even though you told me that you had such a good time?”

At a loss for words, you can only stare at him.

The motherfucker has the audacity to cross his arms over his chest, gasping, “Stop ogling me!”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Come on,” He scoots closer to rub the back of your hand sensually, “I know you want me.”

It’s always a game with him. You just don’t know what kind of game it is right now, and why he’s so hell-bent on having you as player two.

“Nah, I’m good. I have two bags of groceries to carry home, so good bye.”

The Salesman keeps a trained smile on his face, but his heart clenches—he doesn’t know when he started to view you differently. It was fun to pick on you at first, but he’s slowly started to feel weird around you.

Like watching an oncoming crash, he can’t bring himself to stop.

“Wait! Let me help!”

IV.

Looking back, you probably should’ve stood your ground. But it’s hard to say no to his stupidly handsome face.

Your groceries are forgotten, your apartment still dark. You probably should start cooking dinner, but instead you’re on your knees, your back pressed against the wall.

“Open up,” his eyes are as cold as ever, his lips pulled up to form a victorious smirk as he guides his leaking cock to rest on your mouth.

You find yourself obeying, allowing him to fill your mouth full of his cock. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, already thrusting his hips, making you gag almost immediately.

“Just like that, baby,” he takes hold of the hands that’s trying to push him away and pins them against the wall, quickening, smirking down at you as you struggle to wrap your mouth around him, “You feel so good.”

Meanwhile, you’ve finally adjusted to his throbbing length. In an act of protest, you hollow your cheeks, deciding that it was your turn to dominate this man. You move your head to his pace and even quicker, your eyelashes wet with tears when you look up to glare at him.

He feels like he’s going to explode—your adorable defiance is so cute and your crying face—oh, don’t get him started on your crying face.

“Mmngh?!”

He jerks his hips sharply, moaning at how good it feels when the muscles of your cheeks tightens at the wide stretch of his cock. Oh, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you—

“Mmfh—?!”

Your muffled exclaim makes him halt and he looks down at your shocked face. Only now does the realization dawns on him that he’s accidentally said his thoughts out loud.

IV.

You no longer look up when you sense a presence sitting down next to you.

“This was a mistake.”

He’s silent, so you turn to look at him. The Salesman has a poker face on, but you can tell that he’s thinking. Contemplating.

“Honestly, stop it. I... I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

You sigh in frustration. “Look, I..” squirming in your seat, you finally confess, “I’m already in a relationship.”

“So?”

The genuine confusion in his tone makes you look at him in incredulousness. He doesn’t back down, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not asking you to love me, I’m asking you to let me love you. I don’t care if you’re married—hell, I don’t care if you have kids.”

“Wha-” You flinch away from his touch, shocked, “W-well, I care!”

“Do you?” He shoots back, his gaze sardonic, you felt like you might crumble underneath it. “Is that why you begged me to cum inside you?”

“I-”

“I know you want me.” His smile is confident, “so stop acting. You suck at it.”

You tremble, but lets him guide you away.

V.

You’re whimpering, your hands shakily unbuttoning his dress shirt. In front of you, he chuckles, bringing his hands up to grip your waist and pushing them up and down.

“Wait, fuck,”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he murmurs, rocking you back and forth, “a purely physical relationship?”

The Salesman keeps his grudges, and right now he’s punishing you by rutting into you, sending you gasping and moaning, but he’s unrelenting—one of his arm circles your waist as he pulls you closer, his thumb starting to circle the nub of your clit.

“Fuck, please, please-”

“You want to cum?” He stops touching you and you whine in despair, leaning on his broad chest.

“Yes, yes, touch me-” you grab his hand and aligns it to your sopping wet hole, but he easily yanks his hand away.

“Say it.”

You’re close to crying now—your nerves are ablaze, but he refuses to let you reach your climax. “W-what?”

“Say you love me.” his hand hovers above your clit, “Say it.”

You know what you’re doing is wrong—but right now, all you wanted was release.

“I love you, fuck-” your body quivers when he instantly rewards you by a sharp thrust followed by his finger deliciously circling your sensitive nub, “I love you, I love you-”

He’s moaning with you now, shutting you up by kissing you sloppily on the lips, his free hand reaching to grab your hair, pulling it. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, tasting you fervently.

“‘m gonna-” Before you can finish, your orgasm shakes your whole body. You can feel your walls clenching and unclenching around his length, trying to milk him dry. He groans in response and buries his face on your neck, pushing his hips up and down to chase his own high. He fucks you through your orgasm, making you scream, pounding into you raw until he shoots his load. It trickles down your pussy onto his own shaft, coating it with a thin layer of cum.

He kisses the top of your head and lays you down on the bed, your body shuddering in his arms. “Now, was that so hard?”

You look away as he wraps an arm over your naked body, pulling you close to him.

The first ray of sunlight peeks through the curtains and you realize that you only have about four hours to sleep.

VI.

It’s unusual, but you were a special case: recruiters work on the outside world so there’s really no need for them to visit the game venue, but you’ve received a special invitation.

Your heels clicked against the hardwood floors as you pass by the guards. The Salesman follows you closely, ignoring the stares that he got.

“Ah, you’re finally here.”

The Salesman stops in his tracks when he sees a man in a black mask standing several steps away. The masked man puts away his mask to reveal his face and his heart drops.

“Oh, you’re here too. Have you come to watch 456 play?”

The Salesman stays silent when you smile and walk away from him to the direction of his boss, thinking— ‘so you weren’t lying after all.’

The Front Man instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, his lips claiming yours. “Long time no see,” your lover smiles as you rest your head on his chest. “I’ve been busy, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you mumble. You miss having him by your side—so much so that you let another man hold you in his absence.

“Come on, the games are going to start.” None the wiser to your actions, he guides you away, taking one last look at his other subordinate, “Don’t stick around too long, the VIP’s are going to arrive soon.”

The Salesman smiles and nods, watching as you disappear behind the double doors with your lover in tow. His heart feels like it’s being stabbed and ripped to shreds—deep inside, he has held out hope that you’re lying; making up excuses to ignore the obvious chemistry between the two of you.

Now, when he closes his eyes, all he can see is the image of you kissing another man—but can he blame you? You told him the truth, he was the one who chose to keep loving you like a fool; dancing to the beat of your rhythm, losing himself in the process—

You are not to blame, he is. He’s the one at fault; he’s the one to blame.

As he turns away and walks to the direction of the exit, all he can think about is this: Your lover may have you now, but when the games are over—oh, his turn will come.

Patience. Patience. Your turn will come. He repeats it like a mantra.

Patience.

note: ok this is probably the most self indulgent fic i’ve written. first time writing smut i hope i did okay 😭 anyway english is not my first language so please be gentle with me 😭

[divineandmajesticinone]

BURIED HEARTS 보물섬 (2025)

[toothfa-1-ry]

LOVE THEORY 101

Tw: dead dove do not eat,manipulating, gaslighting, torture (ig but not in details), just messed up af

Husband! Salesman x wife!reader

Your scared.

Terrified actually and yet you still plant a soft kiss on your husband's cheek before he goes of to work, like you always did every single day without fail

He bends down slightly for you to be comfortable, a smile gracing his handsome features which you observe as he breaks away, whispering you a soft "goodbye" before he walks out of your house

You notice the way his smile never really reaches his eye, the way it vanishes immediately the second he's not facing you but you know better to question him

He likes it when you obey him, nodding to his evey word silently, soaking up his instructions. He likes how you don't question him,

Atleast not anymore

No, he demands that you don't question him

To be really honest, you and your husband never really got married, even if you did who would show up?

By law, the both of you were wedded as a married couple, the both of you signed the marriage contract, followed by a gentle kiss and some not very gentle ones

In theory your husband was perfect

He was gentle, slowly guiding you whenever the both of you went out, his hand on your lower back or his hand gently resting on your hips

Gently brushing your hair back whenever it got in the way, making patterns on your skin while you layed in bed next to him

He was sweet, whenever people saw the both of you in public they would gush, sometimes faces painted with envy, sometimes faces painted with joy upon seeing such a pure love

Young highschool couples gazing at the both of you while the girl would excitedly whisper to her boyfriend, saying that was what she wanted them to be in the future

Or old couples approaching the both of you, telling the both of you to stay happy and to hold on to eachother, they swear that young people these days don't know how to love eachother but says that the both of you were proving then otherwise.

He was wealthy too, and he made no efforts of hiding the fact. Buying you whatever you said you wanted- no he bought you things that you didn't even say you want. Even the smallest thing you glanced at was soon in the mercy of your palms, the receipt thrown away promptly

He even bought you your dream house, the very one you dreamed of having when you were a teenager, your teenage scrapbook filled with pictures of celebrity houses or pictures of houses from magazines, next to the pictures a lengthy description of how the house would look like

He made sure whatever you owned was perfect. Too perfect infact, it made your skin shiver

He strived for perfection, he expected it too

He was handsome, so very handsome. The first time you saw him you were left speechless, the air inside the room leaving you gasping, his dark eyes, smootly combed back hair and his smile. Oh god the smile that was etched in his face

His face

You could never forget it even if you tried too

Your a good wife too, in theory, atleast you think. Your husband might argue and say that you were perfect.

Always waking up early to pack him his lunch, making him his morning cup of coffee just the way he liked it

No sugar, no milk, just pure pure, hot black liquid in his cream coloured cup which it contrasted against

Helping him wear his suit, a white plain shirt accompanied with a grey or dark blue blazer and pants, the usual colour he sported

You'd stand infront of him, inbetween his legs as you combed his hair back, gelled and slick. You knew how exactly he did his hair, how he liked it done

Never forgetting to bade him goodbye as he left for work, kissing him on his cheek, still wearing your apron, sometimes the kiss would linger for a second or two before you'd pull away

He likes that too

And when he comes back home, tired after a long day at work, you don't ask him what he does, you don't know the answer to it either but your smart enough not to mention it, you simply ask him how was his day with a smile on your lips

He'd simply grunt in return taking out his shoes while you'll swiftly help him with his blazer and shirt, before taking them away for washing

You always prepared dinner on time, the food layed ready on the table warm and toasty, all his favourite dishes lined up.

God, he loved it that you knew him so well, it made him go crazy, he simply glances at the table and back at you

You make him go crazy, he is crazy

After dinner he'd make love to you,

but that wasn't love, no love doesn't feel like that, you think

Infact it was closer to hate, desire, craving. It was closer to obsession, it was the farthest thing to love

But what would you know about love?

Only a person who loves you would take care of you the way your husband did. Only a person who loves you would take someone's as broken as you and marry that person, only he would tell you how much he loves you while your squirming and struggling against his touch when your pinned down by him

Only a person who loves you would spare your life

If this was what love truly felt like then you were terrified of it, but it was all you had left now

when your husband is away at work your left all alone at your house, you feel uncomfortable, fidgeting against the soft sofa

The accuracy sends a shiver down your spine while your eyes traced the corners of the walls, the exact colour, exact descriptions

This truly was the house of your dreams, living in it also felt like a dream except you weren't sure if that was a good thing or not

You turn on the washing machine, sorting out the different colours of clothes when your eye spies on a pile in the corner

You notice them as your husband's

You pick it up, your hands against the fabric, before you can stop yourself you take a sniff of it

Expensive perfume, a little bit of sweat and suddenly your taken back by a disgusting smell, you gagg, bile raising in your mouth as you turn away from the jacket, dropping it on the ground

You look down at your hands and there's an unmistakable red painting them

Blood

Something goes quiet inside you, you could only hear the soft rumble of the washing machine as you stared at your hand

You bend down, turning over the jacket as you held your breath, there it was, a bloodstained corner and something inside of you told you that it wasnt your husband's blood

You think, why didn't i notice this before? Why didn't I say anything to him before?

But you did. You did notice it. You notice the bloodstains he brought home everyday after he comes back from work but every day you don't say anything and the next day when your washing his clothes you ask yourself why you didn't notice it, why you didn't question him

You gaslight yourself into feeling better about yourself, you are better than him aren't you? Your not like him, your a good person.

You are

You are a good person, so why were you forcing yourself to believe it

Little do you know, After you wash his clothes, scrubbing and scrubbing the bloodstain away with your own hands cause the machine doesn't do it justice

After you iron it, and fold it, keeping it neatly, your husband would throw it away, all with a gleam in his eyes

He doesn't wear clothes tainted by other people, but he finds it amusing, how you, his sweet wife would not say anything to him about it

How you would mumble to yourself, gaslighting yourself into ignoring everything, telling yourself whatever it is you mutter to yourself to make you feel better about yourself, your moral compass and your ethic judgement

He knows he has ruined it all, he has ruined you, but seeing you cling on such a belief that your still pure, fuck that turns him on so much

Every day he pushes you, he pushes the last bit of humanity out of you and it works. He sees the way you choose to ignore how messed up he is, he sees you justifying yourself for staying with him

It makes him so happy, you make him so happy

And so he gives you whatever you want, anything you so far glance at. He can afford it, his dirty money, the one stained in his victims blood can afford it atleast

He makes sure everything is to your liking, your house, your apartment, he knows every single thing about you, it makes goosebumps appear in his skin, he has so much power and information over you

He knows you think he's handsome, don't think he didn't see your face when you first saw him.

The way your eyes widened and your chest rose, the air inside the room stripping away in a mili second

He shot your friends right infront of you, I guess they were you friends atleast

Your eyes filled with tears while you tried to look away, his hands tightly gripping yours, pulling your closer to him, him and the gun in his other hand

He leaves you gasping, groaning, screaming, it makes him want to hear it even more

Your eyes search for any amount of pity or guilt in his dark eyes, but it's pitch black dark, the white surrounding his eyes contrasting against his iris

His hair, which was smoothly slicked back was now slightly messy and frayed, few of his strands sticking out, covering his forehead which was scrunched with excitement, completly enthralled while yours was filled with terror

He coos at you, poking the gun inside your mouth, telling you that the odds of you living are 1 to 6, changing the entire trajectory of the game

He tells you russian roulette is more fun when played this way

He pulls the trigger, you wince, shutting your eyes tightly, i want to live please, you think- no you beg

A shot comes out, you feel smoke in your mouth but your still alive, your heart beat still beating swiftly, your head throbbing, your tears cascading down your face but your still alive

"The chances of your survival was 1 to 6, you getting your head blown to bits was 5 to 6" he says, the gun lingers at the tip of your lips before it slowly exits your mouth and thats when you see it

The most scariest thing you've ever seen in your life, more scarier than your friends getting shot infront of your eyes, more scarier than the gun, more scarier than the dark look in his eyes when he shoved the gun in your mouth

The man infront of you smiles, his lips stretch and widen, there's a glint in his eyes that wasn't there before but that seems more dangerous to you, more horrifying than staring at his soulless black eyes

"You survived" he murmured, his voice beyond a whisper but you could still hear the excitement dripping down every syllable "good job"

He kisses you, you don't expect it to be so soft and tender, your hands are still behind your back, you thrash against his touch

"You beat all the odds" he murmured

Just like him

You beat all the odds, his precious sweet wife

Another reason why he likes you, your husband recollects while entering the house after a long day at work

And now, your welcoming the man who killed all your friends, who almost killed you with so much tenderness in your voice

Your broken

He likes the fact that it was because of him

He smiles when you help him remove his jacket, leading him into the dining room, he holds your hand, pressing his body against yours

"Sweetheart" he touches your lips and you freeze. You've seen that smile before

"let's play a game"

[plethorawrites]

Oblivious Smallville Clark Kent who, for whatever reason, can't see how attractive he is to everyone, especially you. It isn't exactly his fault for never making a move on you when you've never really openly told him how you feel or even actually flirted with him. You wouldn't. He was your friend and you wouldn't ruin it. You had, however, complimented. A lot. He never really picked up on it though.

A comment about him looking nice in a suit when he was feeling weird about it, or telling him the haircut he thought was too short looked good on him just rolled off his back. A breezy smile and small thanks was all he'd ever give in return. So, you pined quietly, appreciating all the features he was entirely unaware anyone loved about him.

Until one night, you're stood up on a date and have to call him to come pick you up. It was sort of like being stuck by lightning, seeing you that night in a gorgeous outfit, your hair done neatly and your eyes reflecting sadness. He, without warning, realized exactly how beautiful you had always been.

You were already compassionate, funny, honest. He always knew you were an incredible person and he always felt good around you. Comfortable. Which, for an alien, was hard to feel sometimes.

But suddenly, it was like a light had switched in his head and ever since driving you home, quietly, leaving after assuring you that you didn't do anything wrong and any guy would be lucky to be with you, he couldn't stop seeing you as more than a friend.

All the little habits he brushed off became clear and something he hated focusing on but couldn't stop—chewing on your pencil while working on homework, running your hands through your hair when frustrated, licking your lips to keep them moist because you always forgot chapstick and they were always raw from the weather that had been getting colder.

Yeah, it was safe to say he was completely, totally, utterly screwed. Because he couldn't go more than half a day without thinking about you, getting jealous when someone else talked to you or made you laugh, calling just to talk for a bit. And you, he thought, would never feel the same way about him. It was a lost cause.

[breannasfluff]

The apartment door slamming open jerks Jason awake. He’s not sure when he fell asleep, but he’s sure awake now.

“Jay? Are you okay?”

Sparrow is back. Or–Danny, as the teen comes in like a whirlwind. His eyes are wild, flicking to Jason and then beyond him. The crackle of escrima sticks says Dick is back in his Nightwing outfit.

“I’m fine, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Who’s this?” Dick’s all prickly around the edges, stalking closer. “How did you find this place?”

“What the–I was just here!” Danny throws a wild look between them. “I figured you’d be gone, anyway.”

“What, so you could attack Red Hood alone?”

Jason takes pity on Danny because he’s half a second from blowing a gasket with worry. “Bud, you aren’t transformed.”

Danny glances down, confirming that no, he’s not floating, glowing, or sporting different hair and eye colors. “Oh.” It’s a very small sound. 

He’s got to do all the work around here. Rolling his eyes, he waves between the two. “Dick, meet Danny. You know him as Sparrow.”

An escrima stick points in his direction. “The new rogue!”

“I’m not a rogue!”

“Dickie-bird, take off the mask. He’s good.” Jason doesn’t have the mental power to deal with this. The mother of all headaches says his body is complaining about the abuse it’s been put under. His lungs hurt every time he breathes deeply. At least the bullet wound is dulled with local anesthetic. 

The arguing continues before Dick finally puts his weapons away and pulls off the mask. “Little Wing, you better trust this guy with your life.”

His answer is all barred teeth. “Nah, only my death.”

Danny snorts. Hell yeah, death jokes for the win. 

Dick makes that constipated face that means he’s regretting his life choices. Not like Bruce didn’t coin the look first. Pot, meet kettle. 

Leaving the door behind, Danny dumps a pizza box on the table and drops to the couch cushion next to Jason. Dick seethes at having his preferred spot taken and opts for the arm of the couch—overprotective bastard. 

“Hey, I’ve seen you before.” Blue eyes fix on Dick, laser-focused. It’s so like Tim it almost hurts. “You��re the maybe-robber!”

“The what?!” 

Danny ignores the exclamation, flapping a hand at him. “At Flower Reading!”

Dick still looks lost. “At Flower Reading…but the last time I went there was–hey! You wouldn’t tell me when Harley was coming back!”

“You were shady as shit, man! I thought you were casing the place!”

“I’m a vigilante!”

“How am I supposed to know that? You were in like, a business suit!”

Jason’s seen a lot of kicked-puppy expressions cross Dick’s face–he’s a genuine golden retriever of a person. This one takes the cake, though. No one is put off by the sweet Dick Grayson in civvies with a smile. No one. 

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[strnilolover]

they looked too good.

your body shifting in your chair as matt and chris sat on either side of you. their suits clinging to their bodies in a way that made your head spin. you weren’t expecting them to look like this—so hot and tempting—you needed to focus on the wedding.

your head stayed forward, watching as the bride and the groom exchanged their wedding vows. it was sweet, this whole wedding, and you loved it. but, your attention wasn’t on them for long when you felt chris’ hand come down to caress your thigh, matt’s hand following to land on the other.

but just as quick as their touch came, the quicker it left. you let out a breath, trying to steady your heart as it pounded in your ears.

once the ceremony was over, you stood up quickly, reaching out to grab chris’ hand, turning to grab matt’s in suite. their brows furrowed, matt’s mouth dropping open as if he was going to speak, but you shook your head, tugging them behind you toward the bathrooms. not caring if anyone saw.

it wasn’t long before your dress was hiked up around your waist, panties pulled down to your ankles as matt stood behind you. his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust he made.

chris stood in front of you, his hips pushed back against the counter as your hands gripped the marble surface, body bend forward and head dipped down as it bobbed on his cock.

matt’s hands griped your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, your pretty moans muffled by chris’ cock. the vibrations making his head tip back.

“fuuuck ma,” chris groaned, a hand snaking up into your hair as he begins to move your head himself. “look at you. takin’ me so well.”

the praise made you whine, hallowing your cheeks more as you took him deeper. your walls clenched around matt’s cock, a grunt falling from his lips. “shit—y’squeezing me so tight baby.” matt moaned, a hand coming down, smacking your ass.

the action made your body jolt forward, forcing you deeper into chris’ cock. “mm, what—holy shit—what made you this fuckin’ needy baby?” matt asked, his hips slamming harder against you. the sounds of your pussy squelching echoing—loud and lewd.

you moaned around chris again, eyes fluttering as tears of pleasure pricked in the corners. you couldn’t stop moving your head—didn’t want to stop moving. matt’s hips slowed their pace, a whine building in your throat to protest, but you didn’t stop.

but chris’ hand yanked you up, your lungs burning as you gasped for air. “answer him ma.” chris whispered, his other hand coming out to stroke your cheek. you gasped a few more times, turning your head to look over your shoulder at matt. his brow raised, waiting for a response, his hips moving even slower—the pace torturing.

“you—you both just looked so..oh!” matt’s hips thrusted forward, pushing his cock deeper into your gummy walls. he chuckled, “so what sweetheart?”

you cursed under your breath, your top teeth coming down to dig into your bottom lip before continuing. “-you both look so good..m’couldn’t help myself.” you admitted.

they both hummed in unison before matt’s hips picked their pace back up. chris’ hand turning your head back and guiding you back down onto his cock.

“we look good? ha—such a naughty girl..getting all worked up at a wedding.” chris gritted out. your body was on fire, the adrenaline of knowing you could get caught made your body tingle, their words making you wetter.

you pulled off of chris’ cock once more, pressing your face into his abdomen. “don’t—don’t stop!” you cried out.

matt’s and chris’ eyes flicked to one another briefly before looking back down at you. matt’s lips curled into a grin, pushing you down more, causing your back arch as his pace turned ruthless.

“we don’t plan on it baby.”

[harrywavycurly]

Not in the Same Way Part 2: Like You Mean It

Part 1: Here

CW: None this is fluffy goodness because it’s what Harry deserves✨

Summary: You’re Harry’s plus one to a wedding for a couple he doesn’t even know and things take a turn that results in some feelings getting revealed✨

“Is it normal for guests to be showing more skin than the bride?” Harry doesn’t pay any attention to the teasing tone of your voice, he’s far too busy watching the way your eyes are slowly traveling down his exposed chest and he quirks an eyebrow when they pause right at where his butterfly tattoo starts. “Like really Harry it’s a wedding not a night out with the boys.” The corners of his mouth rise up in a smirk as you bring your hands up and button two of the buttons on his shirt making the top of the butterfly disappear under the light blue fabric.

“It’s an evening wedding.” You don’t even acknowledge his poor excuse for how he’s dressed as you allow yourself to finish your once over of his outfit. When he sees your eyes begin to lower towards his choice of belt he feels his cheeks get a bit hot as he runs a hand through his hair, all of a sudden feeling very aware of just how close you are to him and where exactly your eyes are on his body. It’s not like he hasn’t asked you for opinions on his outfits before but something about the way you’re looking at him now feels different but he’s not quite sure why.

“You’re so handsome it’s almost unfair.” You say with a sigh as you take a small step forward so you can smooth out the collar of his black suit jacket. “You trying to break some hearts tonight Styles?” You ask with a playful smile making Harry let out a scoff as he looks down at you with a certain glimmer in his bright eyes that has you raising a brow at him.

“I don’t think I’ll be the one breaking hearts tonight love.” You roll your eyes but Harry sees the way your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you shake your head and take a step away from him. “You look absolutely stunning like really that dress-”

“Oh stop with the dramatics I’ve worn this dress a hundred times before.” You cut him off with a laugh as you run a hand over your dress that’s a similar shade of blue as Harry’s dress shirt.

“And every single time I say the same thing don’t I?” Harry asks as he holds out his hand for you to take so he can lead the two of you inside the venue for the ceremony now that you’ve deemed his outfit appropriate after fixing a few buttons.

“Yes but that’s because you’re my bestfriend and don’t want to hurt my feelings and say I look hideous.”

“I don’t think you could look hideous even if you tried and that’s coming from someone who’s seen you sick and hungover.”

“Who are these people again? Am I supposed to know anyone here?” Harry smiles to himself at your not so subtle subject change as you lean into him a bit as the two of you make your way towards the sitting area for the ceremony.

“Honestly I’m not sure-”

“You brought us to a wedding of people you don’t know?”

“Jeff knows them and I met them a few times. I think their names are Jessica and Mark?”

“You think? Harry you don’t even know their names?” Your voice is just above a whisper as the two of you find a pair of seats towards the back. Harry is quick to place an arm on the back of your chair as you sit down so he can pull you a little closer allowing him to lean over and whisper in your ear.

“Think of it like being invited to a party of a friend of a friend.” He explains and you roll your eyes making him chuckle as you place a hand on his knee while he moves his arm from behind you so he can reach over to the empty seat next to him and grab what looks to be a program that lists the events of the evening on it.

You take the opportunity of him being distracted and jab your nails into his knee making Harry let out a painful sounding squeak as he jolts forward and places one of his ring clad hands on top of yours that’s on his knee and currently sending shockwaves of pain down his left leg. You quickly turn in your seat so you’re leaning towards him and remove your hand from his knee and bring it to rest on his back, giving it a few soothing rubs mostly for show as you look at the people sitting behind you who are staring at Harry with slight looks of concern on their faces due to his sudden outburst.

“Foot cramp.” You explain softly while still running your hand up and down Harry’s back. They just nod in understanding and give you a sympathetic smile before going back to talking amongst themselves. Harry leans back in his chair with a sigh as his hand remains on his knee, blocking you from any future attacks.

“I don’t think that was necessary.” He whispers as he turns his head towards you as your hand runs up his back until it lands on the back of his neck.

“I think it was because you know how I feel about showing up to things not knowing anyone.” Harry just nods as you begin to rub at the back of his neck. “Now let’s see who’s getting married.” Harry holds the wedding program up and you have to hold back your laugh as you read the names written in a big loopy font on front of the program.

“So I might’ve been wrong about their names being Jessica and Mark.”

“I’d say so because that says we are the wedding of two people named Keith and Gabby.” Harry laughs as your hand moves from the back of his neck over to his shoulder.

“If it makes you feel better I don’t think I’ve ever met them before.” He admits with a shrug making you roll your eyes as you turn to face the front of the room that’s slowly starting to fill up with other guests.

“Why would that make me feel better?” You ask as you bring your hands into your lap, Harry looks over at you and smiles as he reaches over and grabs one of your hands.

“Because now you’re not the only one who doesn’t know anyone here.” You look at him and can’t help but return his smile as he gives your hand a nice reassuring squeeze.

Harry has a grin on his face as he watches the extremely entertaining scene unfold just a few tables away from him. You have a very well practiced fake smile on your face as you rest your elbow on the table and place your chin in your palm while looking as if you’re actively listening to the woman a few seats away from you go on and on about something Harry can tell even from across the room that you have absolutely no interest in. He watches your eyebrows raise as the woman leans in closer and tries to whisper something to you that makes you sit up and place a hand on your chest in mock surprise as you giggle at whatever semi scandalous thing the woman just told you. But even though he knows you would much rather not be engaging in small talk with people you haven’t ever met before at a wedding reception for a couple you don’t know, he can tell by the slight brightness to your eyes that you’re enjoying yourself.

You look up when you feel someone staring and your shoulders instantly relax when you find Harry’s deep green eyes looking into yours from across the room at the bar. He gives you a playful wink before he turns his attention towards the bartender so he can order a drink for you and himself, you feel your cheeks get warm and have to brush it off at him being his usual flirty self. A few moments later you see a very familiar hand with a small cross tattoo between the thumb and index finger place a glass of wine down in front of you.

“Did you miss me?” Harry’s voice is low in your ear as he leans down and places a little kiss to your cheek before taking his seat next to you at the table.

“Oh did you leave? I didn’t notice.” You tease as you reach for your wine glass while Harry rolls his eyes and places an arm on the back of your chair as he looks around the reception space. He notices some people beginning to head to the dance floor that’s got twinkling lights and a few disco balls hanging above it making the floor light up in mixture of swirling shapes.

“What did you think of the ceremony?” Harry turns his attention back to you as you lean back into your chair and turn so you can face him.

“I thought it was really nice.” He answers with a smile as you take a sip of your wine before putting the glass back on the table.

“The vows nearly got me.” You admit with a soft sigh as you think back to the sweet words the couple exchanged to one another. Harry looks at you as he lifts his arm from the back of the chair so he can gently tuck some of your hair behind your ear that’s managed to slip out of your loose updo. “Do you think you’ll ever get married?” You question as you place a hand over Harry’s that’s resting on the table and begin to mess with the ring on his index finger.

“I do yeah.” What he wants to say is that he’s let himself imagine what it would be like to be married to you at least once or twice after a few too many drinks or while the two of you are cuddled up during a movie night, because ever since you kissed him almost a year ago on New Year’s Eve he hasn’t been able to see himself being with anyone else. But he doesn’t, he just lets you play with his rings and give him a smile at his more simple answer.

“What about me?” Your voice is lower than it was before and Harry knows exactly why you’re asking him this question. Your breakup with your cheating ex boyfriend Kyle even though it was months ago has left you feeling as if you’re not worth the effort to keep around long term, so the idea of finding someone who not only loves you but wants to marry you just seems highly unlikely. “Do you think someone will ever want to marry me?” Harry doesn’t let more than a few seconds go by before he’s nodding his head and smiling at you.

“Why would you ask such a silly question like that?” He turns the hand that you’re messing with so his palm is facing upward allowing him to interlock his fingers with yours. “Of course you’re going to get married one day.” You smile as you feel Harry give your hand a squeeze before he brings it up so he can place a kiss to the tops of your knuckles. “You’re going to marry someone that makes you happy and is so in love and obsessed with you and it’ll be the best day of your life.” He tries his best to not think about the possibility of you ending up with someone else but at the same time he knows he won’t have a choice if he doesn’t ever let you in on how he’s feeling.

“Obsessed with me? I don’t know-”

“May I say something really quick?” You and Harry both turn your heads to look at the woman who’s sitting a few seats away, the same one you were talking to earlier while Harry was in line for the bar. She gives you a warm smile as she leans over the table and you catch her glance over at Harry before looking back at you. “The two of you are such a beautiful couple.” You just give her a grin as you lean your shoulder into Harry’s.

“Thank you that’s so sweet of you to say.” Harry feels his cheeks get warm as you choose not to correct her and just let her think the two of you are more than a pair of bestfriends who are attending a wedding for a couple they’ve never met before.

“You’re welcome. Maybe one day I’ll snag me a man that looks at me the way he looks at you.” She says with a laugh while you quirk a brow as you tilt your head so you can look at Harry who is already staring at you and you watch Harry’s mouth open as if he’s going to say something but then he closes it and looks away as he clears his throat. “Seriously he is so in-”

“Harry? You actually came?” The two of you are taken out of your little bubble as soon as you hear Harry’s name being shouted from behind a few feet away. You let go of Harry’s hand as you turn your body in your seat so you can see who it is that’s noticed him and you feel your eyes go wide as the bride makes a straight line towards the table with a big grin on her face and her arms spread out as if she’s expecting a hug.

“Shit what’s her name again?”

“Gabby her name is Gabby.” You whisper to him before he makes a move to get up from his seat so he can greet the bride that apparently knows him. You watch in amusement as Harry turns so he’s facing her and gives her one of his signature dimpled grins just before she engulfs him in a hug.

“I can’t believe you came this is so sweet of you.” You hear her tell him as they pull away from each other. Harry lets out a nervous chuckle as he runs a hand through his long hair.

“Of course I was going to come it’s your wedding l uh-wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You rub your lips together to hold in your giggle as you reach for your wine glass and just as you’re about to take a sip you feel a hand tap the top of your shoulder. “This is my-”

“Oh my god shut up you brought your girlfriend? And you’re matching? That is so cute I love it.” Harry doesn’t know what to say as you stand up and turn to give the bride a smile which she returns before pulling you into a hug of your own. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” You thank your lucky stars your wine of choice is white as her quick embrace causes the liquid to slosh around in your glass almost making some spill down the sides.

“It’s so lovely to meet you as well the ceremony was just-so so beautiful it had Harry in tears.” You inform her making her smile somehow go even wider as she looks at Harry and brings both hands up to her chest.

“Oh you’ve always been such a sap.” Harry just shrugs because she’s not wrong, even if he doesn’t know who she is the fact remains the same that he has and probably always will be a sap when it comes to all things love. “Well I’ve got to go mingle and find my husband but it was so good seeing you Harry and it was wonderful to meet you! Enjoy yourselves and don’t forget there’s cake!” The two of you watch her turn and head off in the opposite direction making Harry instantly let out a massive sigh of relief that he survived the encounter without much damage done.

“So,” you turn so you’re fully facing Harry, a playful smirk on your face. “Who is this girlfriend Gabby’s heard so much about?” You try not to let the thought of Harry talking to someone about another girl get to you, so you do your best to try to play it off as a teasing sort of question instead of one with an undertone of jealousy.

“I have no clue since I swear I’ve never met that woman before in my life.” Harry answers as his eyes are still on the back of the bride as she says her hellos to a few people on her way to the table her husband is at. “Maybe she has me confused with another Harry?” He says in his defense as he finally turns so he’s looking at you, he can see the way you’re holding back a laugh as you purse your lips at him while slowly nodding your head.

“Right because you’re just so easy to mix up with someone else.”

“Harry is a very common name.”

“You’re Harry fucking Styles that’s not common at all and look at you!”

“What? I look like a normal-”

“Oh come on there’s nothing normal about those big dumb green eyes and that jawline oh and the hair? The tattoos?”

“What about my hair and tattoos?” You want to smack the silly smirk off Harry’s face as he runs a hand through his hair while your eyes narrow into a slight glare.

“There’s just no way she’s getting you mixed up with someone else.” Harry lets out a chuckle as he shrugs while you take a sip of your wine. “So just tell me Harry who’s the girl? I mean I’m your bestfriend so I’m a little upset I haven’t even heard-”

“It’s you.” The words leave his mouth before he can stop them and you feel your heart feel as if it’s about to beat out of your chest as Harry just looks at you and lets out a sigh. “It’s always been you.” He adds as he reaches out and gently takes the wine glass from your hand so he can place it on the table.

“What-what do you mean?” Your voice is shaky as you watch him take a small step towards you.

“I talk about you so much people think you’re more than just my bestfriend and I don’t-I don’t always correct them.” Harry searches your face for any signs of discomfort at his admission, but when all you do is give him a small smile he feels a wave of relief wash over him.

“Why don’t you correct them?”

“Because I like the idea of people thinking we’re together.”

“Are you-” Your words get stuck in your throat as someone walks up from behind Harry and places both of their hands on his shoulders giving him a playful shake.

“Harry man how are you?” Harry’s eyes go wide as the man’s voice hits his ears and a smile takes over his face as he turns so he’s facing the stranger.

“No fucking way.” You smile as Harry’s face is one of pure shock and surprise as he wraps his arms around the man who is quick to return the gesture. “Gavin what the hell are you doing here?” He asks as he pulls away while you turn and quietly slide back into your seat.

“You know me I can’t pass up free booze and shitty food.” Gavin jokes making Harry laugh as he tosses an arm over his shoulders. “I went to school with Keith but come on-let’s get a drink and you can fill me in on what it’s like to be a hot pop star.” He says with a playful wink making Harry roll his eyes before he turns his head to look at you and you just give him a smile and an encouraging nod, happy to let Harry go off and catch up with an old friend since you find yourself needing a moment alone to gather your thoughts.

“Well you know it’s actually harder than it looks-the hair alone is a full time job.” Gavin’s laugh is the last thing you hear before the two men are heading off towards the bar. You let out a long sigh as you reach for your glass and take a big sip hoping the wine will help calm your sudden nerves.

You find yourself smiling as you stand near the edge of the dance floor watching couples sway back and forth to the beat of the slow love song playing softly over the speakers. Your nerves from earlier forgotten about since Harry invited his friend Gavin to take an empty seat at your table leading to lots of laughs and stories of Harry from his younger days before you knew him shared over dinner and a few more drinks. You’re taken out of your daze of people watching when you feel a hand on your hip and suddenly a plate holding a piece of cake is held in front of you.

“Oh I could just kiss you this makes me so happy.” You say with a smile as you take the plate from Harry’s hand. You feel the hold on your hip tighten as Harry leans down so his lips are right next to your ear.

“You can if you want.” His voice is low and you can’t help but feel your cheeks get hot as he places a kiss to the top of your shoulder.

“Wouldn’t be the first time would it?” Your voice is soft as you speak just barely above a whisper almost as if you don’t want to risk ruining the moment by being too loud. Harry’s heartbeat quickens as he lifts his head so you can turn around and face him, with the plate still in your hands.

“The New Year’s Eve kiss doesn’t count because you didn’t meant it.”

“Excuse me? It so counts because when I kissed you that night I figured you’d get the hint about how I felt and say or do something but you-you never did and so if anyone didn’t mean it that night it was you and-”

“What are you talking about? You never told me how you felt?”

“Well not with words but Harry I grabbed your face and kissed you in a very unfriend like way so I thought that was enough but then you didn’t say anything so I had to play it off as just a good luck new years kiss to save myself from dying of embarrassment.” Harry feels like an idiot as you explain yourself but then it hits him exactly what you’re telling him and before you can say anything he’s taking the plate from your hands and putting it on the nearest table making your lips poke out into a pout.

“I didn’t even get to try it.” You whine making Harry playfully roll his eyes as he brings his hands up to cup the sides of your face. You look up at him while your hands rest on his chest as he moves in closer to you.

“I’ll get you another piece I just want to do something first.” You watch him lean down and you scrunch your nose a bit when you feel him place a kiss to the tip of it, you close your eyes when you feel his lips press against yours making your hands grip his dress shirt to pull him down closer to you to deepen the kiss.

“I love you.” Harry mumbles once the two of you pull away, he doesn’t open his eyes as he gently rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you too Harry.” He’s heard you say those exact words a thousand times before but something about how they sound in this very moment has his eyes opening as one of his hands slides from your cheek down to the side of your neck as he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes. “Now kiss me like you mean it or else I’m leaving to get more cake.”

“I’ll kiss you however you want if you just say it one more time?” You smile as your hands go from gripping Harry’s shirt to the back of his neck, allowing you to pull him down closer to you just a bit. “Please baby I just-”

“I love you Harry.” You say it again cutting him off before you press your lips against his in a kiss. One of your hands is in his hair while the other grips onto his dress shirt in an attempt to keep him exactly where you want him while Harry drops his hand from cupping your cheek down to your hip and slides it towards your lower back so he can bring your body closer to him. Harry is all smiles when you slowly pull away after a few moments so you can catch your breath.

“So now what?” He asks as his thumb rubs at the soft material of your dress on your lower back. You return his smile as you remove your hand from his hair and mess with one of the buttons you fixed for him earlier on his shirt, deciding that maybe it’s okay if he shows off a bit more chest now.

“Cake and maybe a spin on the dance floor?”

“Okay but I meant-” A few quick pecks to his lips makes his thoughts turn to mush as you just smile up at him while reaching up and placing a hand on the side of his face.

“You love me don’t you?” He just nods making you laugh as you gently give the side of his face a little pat. “Perfect so let’s go get some cake.”

“What is it with you and cake?”

“It’s a wedding Harry the cake is important and it’s got rainbow sprinkles in it.” You explain as Harry leans down and places a kiss to your forehead before his hand drops from the side of your neck so he can grab your hand.

“Rainbow sprinkles? That changes everything then.” His sarcastic tone earns him a playful smack to the chest as he leads you the table he grabbed your plate from, that sadly someone took while the two of you were preoccupied.

“Just for that I’m not sharing.” Harry laughs as you give him a stern look because you know how he is, he’s not going to want any in the moment but as soon as you sit down to eat it he’s suddenly going to want to try it and end up eating half of it.

“I love you.” Your lips curl into a smile as the words fall from his lips and you feel him give your hand that’s in his a nice squeeze.

“I love you too.” Harry has a grin on his face as you say the words back to him because he knows that from now on every time you say it, you mean it the exact same way he does.

[burningembers91]

Like a Dog - The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Freak of Nature

On Display

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Crime of Passion

Rare

Gunpowder and Lace

Synopsis: Your grey suited man has finally relinquished control

A/N: well, I did NOT see the story going this way! But, the more I write for him the more I can’t help but see him as a secret sub. He’s so dark and evil during the day, but I can see him being so needy for his woman at night. So yeah, I guess this is now a Sub!Salesman storyline 🤗 but he’s still completely insane

Also, for the alleyway scene in this fic, I was deffo picturing this gif:

There was something so intimate about relinquishing control. It gave him a sense of freedom he’d never felt before, a kind of peace he was sure he’d never know. Since telling you his name, his world had altered, had taken on a new meaning. He was always so sure he’d wanted to control you, to torture you until you broke; it was a force of habit, really. He’d always been good at breaking things, of tearing even the strongest people down until they were nothing but withered shells. But somewhere along the line, his desires towards you had changed. You’d brought something new to his life; love.

It was an odd feeling, one that he’d never felt before. He’d been so sure that he was entirely incapable of feeling anything towards any living thing, and at first it at felt uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable the way his heart physically ached for you, the feeling seeping down into the pit of his stomach in a wave of delicious heat that tied itself in knots around his senses. At first he’d been sure he was having a heart attack, or possibly a stroke, but he was convinced that neither of those things were supposed to feel pleasurable, not like he felt when he was with you. He missed you when you weren’t around, and craved you when you were. He was like a loyal dog, blindly following you whenever you went.

He found it hard to concentrate at work, always wondering what you were doing. He wanted to know how your day was, what you were having for lunch, what time you’d be home, how the kids in your classes were getting on. Love was inconvenient, love was a distraction, but he was beyond the point of caring. He’d almost made mistakes at work, and mistakes in his job were simply out of the question. He had to figure out a way of getting you out of his head, had to find a way to block you from his brain during the day. But no matter how hard he tried, you always managed to worm your way back in.

You were living with him now, his desire to be with you so strong that he simply couldn’t face living apart. He enjoyed seeing your things in his home; your perfumes and lotions next to his cologne, your clothes hanging up next to his in the closet. He found himself excited to come home, to bask in the domestic mundanity of ordinary life. You liked to read, and the two of you would lie across his expansive leather sofa, his head in your lap as you played with his hair, both engrossed in your own novels. He was worried you were making him weak, turning him into the kind of man he enjoyed breaking. There were days he couldn’t make it until the evening to see you, showing up at your school to meet you for lunch, or walking you home after the day had ended.

He allowed you full control in the bedroom, bending to your every will and desire. He was so pitifully grateful on the nights you gave him the power back, allowing him to feel in control again for a brief moment. But you were the one calling the shots now, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t care.

As his love for you grew however, so did his disdain for others. He’d always been the jealous type, had never liked to share. He found it harder to maintain his cool when you were out, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds to see if anyone had the gall to try and undress you with their eyes. There was always someone he could pick out, someone who looked at you the wrong way, who walked a little too close to you. One day when you stopped for coffee, a man had the audacity to queue jump, pushing past you as if you were invisible. That man ended up with a broken nose and two black eyes, left to cower in the alleyway behind the cafe as your grey suited man stamped repeatedly on his ribs until you told him to stop. He’d been a fool to think you were making him weak; you were only making him stronger.

You still had so many questions about the man who worshipped you like you were a goddess. You knew he was dangerous; had seen him take a man’s life and beat another one almost to death because they had disrespected you. He’d gone from stalking you like a cat stalks a mouse to begging for your attention, your validation. He was a man who would crawl through broken shards of glass if you asked him to. You knew virtually nothing about his family, only that he had parents, but he no longer spoke to them. You never met any of his friends, never met any of his colleagues. Your belief about his job in sales and recruitment was dubious. He dressed in custom Versace suits and Prada loafers, and you didn’t know any sales job that paid that well. You were hesitate to quiz him though; he treated you like royalty, giving you everything you’d desired and more, along with an undying, almost obsessive love he showered you in.

As much as he loved you, he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. It was a terrifying word, one that had never left his lips before. He’d never even told his parents that he loved them, because in truth he hadn’t. Until you came along, he viewed everyone with a quiet distaste. People were a nuisance, a waste of time unless they had something you needed. He hoped you knew how much he loved you though, hoped his devotion to you showed through his actions. He showered you in gifts, did everything around the house so you never had to lift a finger, marked your students essays on the nights you were too tired. He was your servant in the bedroom, living only to please you.

He’d been scared at first, scared when he realised he was happy to let you dominate him. He’d always been in control, had always been the one calling the shots, but he’d never realised how good it could feel to be the one treated like a dog. He found immense pleasure in fulfilling your every desire, of letting you use him like a toy. His work required him to always be alert, to always ensure no one bested him. It became a relief to come home at night and allow himself to be told what to do.

He was enjoying this life with you, a life of domestic bliss he never thought he’d crave. You were by no means a conventional couple, but it worked for you.

You knew he had a dark side, had seen it many times. And yet he played the doting boyfriend so well. You didn’t care how dangerous he was, how devilish his desires were when it came to toying with others. With you, he craved nothing but your love and respect. And you were happy to give it to him, your submissive, grey suited man.

[chaoticwriting]

FENTON CRIME FAMILY 3

Part 2

Jazz is very annoyed right now. She is walking home from work today since she only needs to do a half day. The last breakout has released most of the inmates patients and they are still in the process of being returned except the one that poses major threats to Gotham.

Anyway, the reason why Jazz is so annoyed is because a group of men have been following her for awhile now. And they haven't even tried anything yet and just keep staring at her like she wouldn't notice them.

Going into a dark alley, Jazz decides that if they don't want to take action, she will force their hands into it. The men look at each other as Jazz enters the alley and follow suit. As soon as they enter the alley, they see Jazz make a turn deeper into the alley and run after Jazz to not lose her.

Apparently, they never get taught to never underestimate who they are pursuing. Immediately after they turn, the front guy is hit with a metal bat with a green printing that reads Fenton. The second guy reacts fast by holding the metal bat to avoid Jazz taking another swing but holding it bare hand is also a big mistake.

*Zaaaapppp*

The guy that holds the bat is shocked with a high voltage of lightning from the bat. His hair burns as electric static jumps from one of his hair to another.

Suddenly, just as she is about to pull her bat away, an arm reaches out to her shoulder, sending her instinct flaring, making her swing the bat as fast as possible towards the person that just approaches her.

*Crack*

Jazz: Oh my god! Jason! I'm so sorry. I don't know it is you. Let's go to the hospital to check on your hand right now.

Jazz reaches for Jason's other arm that doesn't get hit by her bat and starts pulling him out of the alley. Jason tries to pull away to stop her but in her panic, she doesn't realize how strong she is while pulling Jason.

Jason: Wait, Jazz. It's fine. Really. This is not the first time I break my hand. You don't need to feel guilty. How about this? You treat me to dinner later on in exchange for breaking my hand.

Jazz: But your hand. I can't just treat you to a meal and be done with it.

Jason: It's fine. Though if you really feel guilty about it, you can do me a really good favour.

Jazz: Favour?

Jason: Yes. It's nothing much. Rather than treating me to a meal, how about you go on a date with me?

Jazz: A date?

Jason: Yes. A date. Call me when it is convenient for you to go out with me. Okay?

Jazz: *Blushes* Yes.

Jason: Good. Don't forget to call me later, yes? You have my number right?

Jazz:*Nods*

Jason: Well then. See you later.

Jazz: Wait!

Jason: Yes?

Jazz: The day after tomorrow I'm free. Come pick me up after 9.

Jason: Alright. Bye princess.

Jazz just stares as Jason rides his motorcycle away down the road. Did she really just get a date with Jason? Oh my god! She can't believe it. Does Jason know she has a crush on him? Oh god she hopes she doesn't embarrassed herself just now. She sounds so desperate though. She can't let Danny or Ellie know about it.

-Jason POV-

Oh god! Oh god! Oh my god! Did he really just say that? To Jazz? How thick is his face? He even called her princess at the end. Thankfully she didn't react negatively. He totally blames Dick for rubbing his flirty personality on him. Where does he even find the confidence to say all of that with a straight face?

Though Jazz is very strong. Breaking his arm with a metal bat is one thing, but she also can pull him easily even if he struggles against her. Plus with her height slightly above him, she is totally his dream woman. There is a reason his favorite is Wonder Woman after all.

Jason rides his bike back to the manor, humming happily while completely forgotten about his broken hand. It is until Alfred hands out a cup of tea that he drops that he remembers that his hand is broken. Alfred heavily chastised him for trying to hide his injury and didn't take his excuse of forgetting about it.

Jason eats his dinner with the family quietly while imagining about his date later. When suddenly, his peace is interrupted.

Tim: Okay, I'm getting creeped out now. Why is Jason so quiet? Last time he was this quiet, he replaced all my coffee with a decaf.

Jason: What do you want with me, Timbo? You want me to cuss you out every few minutes? Or you want me to act lovey dovey with you? You could go to your boyfriend or girlfriend or whoever you are dating currently for that.

Stephanie: Yeah, Tim. I agree with Jason. We should leave him alone so that he could go back to dreaming about his imaginary girlfriend or something.

Jason: She is not imaginary!

Dick: You have a girlfriend! I knew it. That looks you have before this is only something I see when all of you get a new partner. Who is it? Is it someone we know? Come on, tell your big brother.

Jason: Fuck you! I don't need to tell shit to any of you. All of you have terrible love life anyway. I don't need advice from those that failed.

Dick,Steph,Cass,Tim: Hey!

Bruce:*Grunts*

Duke: I don't think mine is bad though.

Jason: Of course yours is good. That's why you are my favorite.

Dick: What! I thought I am your favorite.

Jason: No. You were my favorite. My favorite now is Duke.

Steph: No offense to Duke. But why him?

Jason: Because out of everyone here, he is the only one here who has a gang.

Duke: For the last time, We Are Robin is a movement. Not a gang.

Jason: Yeah sure, little brother. Whatever let you sleep at night.

Tim: Why don't we go back to the fact that Jason's girlfriend?

Jason: And why don't we talk about your missing spleen?

Tim: Touché

Dick: Wait, Jason. Does your girlfriend know about the Red Hood thingie? Or is she just a normal civilian?

Jason: Well she is a civilian alright. Just not a normal one.

Steph: What's that supposed to mean?

Jason: That's for you to figure out.

Jason then gets up and puts his dishes into the sink. He returns to his home and lays on his bed. Seeing his broken hand, he doesn't know if he should hope it heals sooner so that she can go on a date with Jazz better or he should wish that Jazz first give to him last a lot longer.

-The Bowery-

Danny and Ellie are having a stand off right now. The reason? Someone forgot to take out the trash and now Jazz is mad at everyone. Both of them are sure it is the other's turn to take out the trash but they just aren't sure enough.

Jazz at the side: It is actually me but I need something to distract me from today's incident.

[thedensworld]

Family Outings | K. Sy

Genre: Fluff, parents au!

Summary: In a family outing, Soonyoung finally able to make a proper thanks to his mother after trying to keep up with his sons.

Welcome to The Densworld Kwon Soonyoung 🤍🌼

Soonyoung’s life became a whirlwind of joy and laughter ever since he started a family with you. From the moment he got married, he always imagined himself as a quintessential "girl dad." In his daydreams, he pictured himself wearing a sparkly tiara, cradling a tiny teacup, and proudly sporting mismatched nail polish in the favorite colors of his daughters. He thought he’d master the art of braiding hair and join endless tea parties with princess costumes and giggles filling the air.

But life had other plans. The moment his first son, Kwon Yootae, was born, he realized he was destined to be a father of sons. And not just any father—he was made for this. The role suited him so naturally it even surprised him.

Got a kid who needs to burn off endless energy? Enter dancer Soonyoung, always ready to tire them out with moves no one asked for.

Need a little discipline in the house? Strict Soonyoung appears, balancing warmth with authority in a way that commands respect.

Kid having a bad day and needing a laugh? Comedian Soonyoung is there to clown around, pulling faces, cracking jokes, and doing whatever it takes to make his sons’ smiles come back.

“I could do this forever,” Soonyoung said one day, grinning ear to ear. “Raising boys is the most fun I’ve ever had.”

“It’s because you always act like you’re their age,” Jihoon retorted, deadpan as always, delivering a truth Soonyoung couldn’t argue with.

Soonyoung’s sons, six-year-old Yootae and four-year-old Gitae, couldn’t be more different yet somehow mirrored him in distinct ways. Yootae, the eldest, was calm and reserved, much like you. He had a love for books that made your heart swell with pride, often curling up beside you for hours, reading quietly. But his need for attention? That came straight from Soonyoung. Yootae had a knack for saying the funniest things or sharing bizarre, almost unbelievable facts just to make people look his way. And when he succeeded, his little face lit up, a perfect blend of your quiet charm and Soonyoung’s flair for the spotlight.

Then there was Gitae, your little firecracker. Gitae was the embodiment of pure energy, a whirlwind of flips, jumps, and splits that seemed to defy the laws of physics. The only time he ever slowed down was when he caught a cold—and you and Soonyoung dreaded those moments more than anything. You’d much rather have him bouncing off walls than lying listlessly in bed. “He’s like me on a sugar rush,” Soonyoung joked once.

The group chat was always buzzing with stories of Soonyoung’s adventures as a dad. One night, he shared an anecdote that left the members of Seventeen in stitches.

“You should see Gitae during family mafia games,” Soonyoung said, shaking his head in disbelief. “He’s just like me—so good at bluffing, it’s scary. Sometimes he gives me goosebumps.”

“Wait,” Jun interjected, shocked. “Did you just call your son a freak?”

“Well, he is! In the best way!” Soonyoung laughed, completely unbothered.

Raising boys had turned Soonyoung’s world upside down in the most beautiful way. It wasn’t what he initially envisioned, but it was even better. The bond he shared with Yootae and Gitae was special, filled with laughter, chaos, and tender moments that made him grateful every single day. Watching Soonyoung thrive as a dad, you couldn’t help but smile. He was the kind of father who made parenting look like an adventure, and your family was all the better for it.

"Dad, promise me you'll watch my drum recital next week," Yootae said, his small face filled with determination as he walked into the kitchen where Soonyoung was helping you prepare dinner.

Soonyoung glanced at him, smiling warmly. "Of course, I’ll be there. But how about you help me with something first?" He handed Yootae the utensils and gestured toward the dining table. "Set the table for me, champ."

As Yootae dutifully walked off to complete his task, Gitae was sprawled on the living room floor, eyes glued to a video of one of Soonyoung's dance practices. Mimicking every move with astonishing precision, he twirled, jumped, and hit every beat as if he were part of the team.

“Gitae, great move!” Soonyoung called out, beaming with pride as he caught sight of his younger son nailing one of the harder steps. Turning back to you, he leaned against the kitchen counter with a grin. “What do you think about him becoming an idol someday?”

“That’d be good,” you replied with a knowing smirk, stirring the soup bubbling on the stove. “We’ll send him to dance practice every time you bribe him with candy.” The sharp edge of sarcasm in your tone wasn’t lost on Soonyoung, and he winced at the memory.

You were referring to the night he’d given the boys candy—secretly, of course—before heading out to work, leaving you alone to deal with the sugar-induced chaos that followed. It had taken hours to calm them down and even longer to get them to sleep.

Soonyoung walked over to you, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. Sliding his arms around your waist from behind, he rested his chin lightly on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby. No more candy without your consent. I promise.”

“That includes donuts too,” you shot back, though your voice softened as his warmth melted away your annoyance.

Soonyoung nodded solemnly, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on your cheek. “And donuts. Noted.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his sincerity, even if you knew his mischievous streak wouldn’t vanish overnight. You were strict about what your kids consumed for good reason. You worked hard to ensure their meals were balanced, nutrient-packed, and beneficial to their growing bodies. Too much sugar turned them into tiny whirlwinds of energy, leaving them cranky and impossible to settle when bedtime rolled around.

"Yootae, don’t forget to line up the chopsticks neatly!" you called, glancing at your eldest, who was now carefully arranging the cutlery.

“Okay, Mom!” he responded, his voice cheerful.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Gitae attempting to replicate a more complicated move from the video, almost toppling over but recovering with a laugh. Soonyoung released you and clapped his hands in encouragement. “That’s it, Gitae! You’ve got this!”

In the middle of dinner, Soonyoung’s phone buzzed on the counter. He picked it up, his face lighting up when he saw who was calling. “It’s Mom,” he said, quickly answering. “Hi, Mom! What’s going on?”

His mother’s cheerful voice filled the room, audible even to you and the kids. “Hi, sweetheart! We’re planning a little family outing next weekend, but this time, we’re keeping it simple—just in the backyard. Your sister is coming too, and we’re hoping to see everyone there. It’s been too long since we’ve all been together!”

“Backyard barbecue?” Soonyoung guessed, grinning as he leaned back in his chair.

“Exactly! Dad’s already excited to fire up the grill, and I’m planning to make everyone’s favorite dishes. You should come early so the boys can play in the garden,” his mom said.

“That sounds perfect!” Soonyoung replied enthusiastically, his voice a little louder than usual as excitement bubbled through him. “The boys will love it. We’ll definitely be there!” His grin widened as he placed his phone down, and it was clear he was already imagining the day—the laughter of children running through his parents’ backyard, the smell of grilled meat wafting in the air, and the warmth of family all around.

He turned to you, his eyes bright and full of joy, as if the plan had already taken shape in his mind. “It’ll be great!” he said, his hands gesturing animatedly. “A cozy backyard gathering, all the cousins playing together, Mom’s food, Dad’s barbecue skills—how could it get any better?”

You smiled faintly at his enthusiasm, but the feeling of guilt that had been sitting in the pit of your stomach all day now weighed heavier. The truth you’d been putting off telling him clawed its way forward, demanding to be spoken. You shifted slightly in your seat, the clinking of your chopsticks against your bowl breaking the silence.

“It does sound lovely,” you started, choosing your words carefully. “But I have a work commitment that weekend. I don’t think I can make it.”

The happy buzz in the room dimmed just slightly. Soonyoung paused, processing your words, before flashing you an understanding smile. “That’s okay,” he said, his tone reassuring. “I’ll take the boys, and we’ll represent the Kwon family in full force. You can catch up with us after your work is done.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, guilt tugging at you. “That’s a lot to handle on your own, especially with Gitae’s energy.”

Soonyoung leaned closer, his signature playful grin returning. “Have you forgotten who I am? I’m Kwon Soonyoung—master entertainer, expert dad, and barbecue connoisseur. I’ve got this.”

Yootae, who had been quietly listening, looked up with a hint of concern. “But, Mom, you won’t be there to eat Grandma’s pie with us.”

Your heart sank, and you reached out to hold his little hand. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll miss that, too. But I promise we’ll have a special day just for us soon, okay? I’ll even make your favorite pie.”

Yootae nodded slowly, his lips forming a small smile. “Okay, Mom.”

Meanwhile, Gitae, who had been more focused on his plate than the conversation, suddenly perked up. “Can we play tag in Grandpa’s garden, Dad? I’m really fast!”

“Fast? Ha! I’m faster!” Soonyoung teased, ruffling his youngest son’s hair. “We’ll see who’s the fastest in the family on Saturday.”

“And no candy!” you interjected pointedly, giving Soonyoung a mock glare.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, a playful smirk on his face. “No candy, no donuts—scout’s honor. But, uh, maybe just one marshmallow from the barbecue…?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling at his antics.

As the evening wound down, the house quieted with only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the settling walls. You had just finished tucking the boys into bed, each of them fast asleep after the day’s adventures. Soonyoung lingered by the doorway of their room, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of their tiny chests as they dreamed.

“They’re finally out,” you whispered with a small smile, stepping away and closing the door gently behind you.

Soonyoung turned to you, his expression soft in the dim light of the hallway. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he said, slipping his arm around your shoulders as you walked back to the living room together.

You leaned into him, letting out a quiet sigh. “I just wish I could be there this weekend. I hate missing out on moments like these.”

He stopped you in your tracks, turning you to face him. His hands rested lightly on your waist as his thumbs traced soothing circles through the fabric of your shirt. “Don’t feel bad, okay?” His voice was warm and gentle, and the way he looked at you made it impossible to doubt his sincerity. “You’re doing your best. You always do. I’ll make sure the boys have a great time, and we’ll send you lots of pictures. You won’t miss a thing.”

The guilt weighing on you began to ease as his words settled in. “Thank you,” you murmured, resting your forehead against his chest.

Soonyoung wrapped both arms around you now, holding you close. For a moment, you stood there, cocooned in the quiet intimacy of the moment. “You know,” he said, his tone shifting slightly, a playful edge sneaking into his voice, “with the boys asleep and the house so quiet… we have a rare opportunity here.”

You tilted your head back to look at him, one eyebrow raised. “An opportunity for what?”

He grinned, his gaze dipping just slightly as his hands slid down to rest on your hips. “To remind you how much I love you,” he said, his voice lower now, the warmth of his breath brushing against your cheek.

A soft laugh escaped you, but your heart raced at the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. “Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?” you teased, your hands resting on his chest.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he whispered, “I have a few ideas.”

Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss, his touch grounding and electrifying all at once. The worries of the day melted away as you lost yourself in the moment, his presence overwhelming in the best way.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his grin was unapologetically mischievous. “Feel better now?”

You chuckled softly, your cheeks warm as you nodded. “Much better.”

“Good,” he said, stealing one last quick kiss before stepping back and taking your hand. “Now, how about I make us some tea, and we see where this rare quiet evening takes us?”

You followed him, a smile tugging at your lips as you realized, once again, just how lucky you were to have someone like Soonyoung.

*

Soonyoung climbed into his car, exhaling deeply as if he’d already run a marathon, even though it was barely morning. Behind him, the boys were buckled into their car seats, brimming with energy and excitement. Their chatter filled the car, contrasting sharply with Soonyoung’s tired demeanor. The morning had been chaotic, to say the least.

Your work agenda had started earlier than theirs, leaving Soonyoung to manage the boys’ bubbling enthusiasm alone. Thankfully, you’d packed their bags the night before, neatly organizing everything they’d need for the outing. At least that spared Soonyoung from the added panic of forgetting something crucial amidst the chaos.

“Gitae, grandmother wants to see you in this shirt. Let’s put it on,” Soonyoung had pleaded earlier, holding up a neatly folded shirt. But his youngest had been too engrossed in his impromptu performance of Maestro, twirling dramatically in the living room.

“Yootae! Are you ready?” Soonyoung had called out to his eldest, only to freeze in disbelief when he entered the room. Yootae, still wrapped in a towel, was sitting cross-legged on the bed, a bottle of lotion beside him untouched.

“Did you put on lotion yet?” Soonyoung asked, stepping closer.

Yootae immediately pumped the bottle, rubbing lotion onto his arms with exaggerated slowness, his wide eyes locked on his dad as if performing under pressure.

Soonyoung sighed, ruffling his hair in frustration. “Alright, let’s just have a light breakfast, shall we?”

At the breakfast table, a simple bowl of cereal finally bought Soonyoung a few moments of peace. The boys sat quietly for once, munching away. It was enough time for him to catch his breath, gather his thoughts, and—most importantly—get himself ready.

As they settled in the car, Gitae wriggled with excitement. “I’m going to beat Leena in tag!” he declared confidently.

Yootae smirked, ever the realist. “Leena is faster than you, Gitae. And she has longer legs.”

“My legs got longer after dancing to Maestro. Right, Dad?” Gitae grinned, looking to Soonyoung for validation.

Soonyoung chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure, buddy. Whatever helps you win.”

When they arrived at his parents’ house, the boys jumped out of the car with boundless energy, running straight into their grandfather’s open arms. Soonyoung carried the bags inside, his tired smile widening at the warmth of his father’s greeting.

“Y/n couldn’t make it?” his mother asked, noticing her absence.

“No,” Soonyoung replied, setting the bags down on the couch. “Her schedule pulled her out earlier than expected today.”

His mother chuckled knowingly. “You got them ready all by yourself, didn’t you?”

Soonyoung nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Good job, my son.” She patted his head affectionately before heading to the kitchen.

Not long after, his sister arrived with her husband and their daughters. The cousins immediately broke off into their groups—Soonyoung’s sons sprinting around the yard with their grandfather while his nieces calmly arranged their dolls on a picnic blanket.

Soonyoung settled on a bench beside his father, watching the kids. His mother and sister prepared the meat for the barbecue nearby, their laughter carrying on the breeze.

“Gitae looks so much like Y/n,” his father commented, nodding toward the younger boy.

“Everyone says that,” Soonyoung replied, smiling as he watched Gitae run across the yard.

“But he’s got your energy,” his father added with a laugh, shaking his head in amusement.

“I’m going to look like you when I get older,” Soonyoung teased, nudging his father.

His mother overheard and quickly interjected, “Don’t. Don’t be. Don’t embarrass your wife.”

Soonyoung burst out laughing, shaking his head as he helped his sister arrange plates and utensils. Despite their rocky relationship growing up, he’d found a sense of camaraderie with her since starting a family of his own.

“What’s it like having daughters, noona?” he asked, glancing at her girls, who were still engrossed in their dolls.

“I don’t get tired much,” she admitted, pointing out the difference. “Look at them—calm and quiet. Meanwhile, your sons…”

Soonyoung followed her gaze to Yootae and Gitae, who were racing around with their grandfather, Gitae screaming gleefully while Yootae laughed. He sighed, shaking his head.

“Getting them ready this morning was my biggest achievement,” he confessed. “It’s usually Y/n who handles that.”

His sister laughed, “They didn’t listen to you, did they?”

“Not even once! I told Yootae to put on lotion and underwear while I bathed Gitae, but when I checked, he was still sitting there with the lotion bottle.” Soonyoung rubbed his face in exasperation.

Their conversation was interrupted by a piercing cry. Gitae was on the ground, clutching his knee and wailing.

Soonyoung sighed deeply, already on his feet. “That’s alright, we’ve got you,” he said softly as he crouched beside his son, examining the scraped knee.

“It hurts!” Gitae sobbed, pointing to the bruise.

“I know, buddy,” Soonyoung said, scooping him up in his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re my strong little guy, right?”

Gitae sniffled, nodding slightly.

The day pressed on, and the chaos only seemed to grow. After cleaning Gitae’s scraped knee and soothing his tears with a superhero bandage, Soonyoung barely had time to take a sip of water before Yootae tripped over the garden hose, landing in the dirt. Another round of comforting, brushing off dirt, and reminding him to be careful followed.

Meanwhile, Gitae had already managed to get himself into another predicament, climbing the low branches of the cherry blossom tree despite Soonyoung’s repeated warnings. By the time Soonyoung pulled him down safely, the boys’ shirts were dirt-streaked, their hair sticking up in wild tufts.

“I told you both to stay out of trouble!” Soonyoung exclaimed, his voice tinged with exasperation as he wiped sweat from his brow.

“But, Dad, we were just playing!” Yootae defended, wide-eyed as if the entire mess was beyond his control.

“Yeah, and I’m Spider-Man!” Gitae added enthusiastically, flexing his little arms as though they could shoot webs.

Soonyoung slumped onto the patio bench, exhausted, as he watched the boys dart off again, their energy seemingly endless. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a groan. His mother, who had been quietly observing from the grill, walked over with a knowing smile and set a cup of iced tea in front of him.

“You’re just like them, you know,” she said, sitting beside him.

Soonyoung looked up, surprised. “What? Me?”

His mother nodded, chuckling softly. “When you were their age, you were exactly the same—always running around, climbing trees, getting into every kind of trouble imaginable. I couldn’t take my eyes off you for a second.”

Soonyoung laughed weakly, leaning back against the bench. “That sounds about right.”

“You’d get scrapes on your knees every other day, and you never stopped moving,” she continued, her eyes twinkling with nostalgia. “Your father was just as tired as you are now, and I’d always say, ‘One day, you’ll understand.’ Well, here you are.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he watched Yootae and Gitae chase their cousins across the yard. “I don’t know how you did it, Mom. This is exhausting. I miss Y/n so much right now.”

His mother gave him a warm smile, patting his knee. “Of course you do. It’s always easier when you have someone by your side. But you’re doing great, Soonyoung. You got the boys here in one piece, and they’re happy. That’s what matters.”

Soonyoung smiled faintly, grateful for her reassurance, but the ache of missing you lingered. He thought about how you always handled the chaos with such grace, calming the boys with a single look or turning their tantrums into laughter. You’d have known exactly how to manage Gitae’s climbing spree or Yootae’s dirt-covered mishap.

His mother’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, dear. You’re learning, just like we did. And for what it’s worth, you’re a better dad than your father and I ever were at your age.”

Soonyoung chuckled, shaking his head. “I doubt that, Mom. But thanks.”

As he glanced at his boys again, he couldn’t help but smile. They were a handful, yes, but they were also a reflection of you and him—a mix of mischief, love, and boundless energy.

His mother stood, placing her hands on her hips as she looked out at the yard. “Now, go check on your boys before they turn that garden into a battlefield.”

Soonyoung groaned, standing up with a stretch. “Back to the front lines, huh?”

His mother laughed. “Parenting never stops, Soonyoung. But don’t forget to call Y/n later. She’d love to hear about how you survived the day.”

He grinned, already planning to call you the moment he could steal a quiet moment. He needed to hear your voice, to tell you just how much he appreciated you and missed having you by his side. For now, though, he had two little whirlwinds to manage.

*

“Hi, beautiful,” Soonyoung greeted you with a warm smile as you walked through the door. His voice was soft, and you noticed he was already in his pajamas—a pair of satin ones you hadn’t seen him wear in ages. They were expensive, gifted by you on your anniversary, and seeing him in them now made you suppress a laugh.

“You finally decided to wear those?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked, running a hand through his slightly messy hair. “Figured tonight was special.”

You stepped inside, slipping off your shoes, and immediately noticed something unusual. The house was too quiet—eerily quiet. “Where are the boys? I don’t hear them.,” you said, glancing around as though they might pop out from behind the couch.

Soonyoung raised his eyebrows, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Well… I intentionally—unintentionally left them at my mom’s. They wanted to have a sleepover, and since tomorrow’s Sunday, I figured why not?”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, and then a burst of laughter escaped you. “What? You left them with your mom? Oh my gosh, baby!”

He laughed along with you, closing the door behind you and grabbing your things. “Hey, they practically begged me. I video-called them earlier, and they seemed fine. Besides, they wanted to stay with their cousins. It’s good for them!”

You plopped down on the couch, still laughing, and Soonyoung joined you, setting your things on the coffee table. “Your poor mom,” you muttered, shaking your head. “She’s going to have a tough time wrangling five grandchildren tonight.”

“I know!” Soonyoung said, his voice full of mock guilt. “I even told her that, but she insisted it’d be fine. She’s a saint, honestly.”

You leaned back into the cushions, letting out a contented sigh. “It feels so strange to have the house to ourselves. Weird, but also… kind of nice.”

Soonyoung looked at you with a grin, his hand brushing against yours. “Right? I felt the same way before you got back. It’s like we’re dating again, just the two of us. But then I also started feeling guilty, like I was abandoning my kids or something.”

You laughed at his dramatic tone, turning to face him. “I feel relieved, but at the same time, it’s like, am I a bad mom for enjoying this?”

Soonyoung chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “If you are, then so am I. Today was rough, baby. The boys were a handful. I even performed a bow to my mom—the deep New Year’s bow we always do—just to thank her for taking care of me.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “No way. You didn’t.”

“I did,” Soonyoung said with a straight face, though his lips twitched with amusement. “I was that desperate. Honestly, I might perform one for you after this because I owe you for doing this every day.”

You laughed so hard your sides hurt, leaning into his chest. “You’re unbelievable. So, what was harder—getting them ready this morning or keeping them out of trouble all day?”

“Both!” he exclaimed dramatically, resting his chin on top of your head. “Yootae wouldn’t put on lotion, and Gitae was running around shirtless, singing ‘Maestro.’ I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, still smiling. “Well, you survived. And honestly, I’m proud of you, Love. I really am.”

He looked at you with such softness that it made your heart flutter. “Thanks, baby. But I think I’ll stick to choreography and leave the morning routines to you.”

You laughed again, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Deal. But tonight, you’re all mine. No interruptions, no kids.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead. “I like the sound of that.”

Soonyoung's arms tightened around you, a playful glint in his eyes as he tilted his head to meet your gaze. “You know,” he began, his voice dripping with mischief, “after today, I’ve been thinking…”

You raised an eyebrow, already bracing for whatever ridiculous thought was about to leave his mouth.

He smirked, his tone mock-serious. “Maybe we should try for a daughter. I heard they’re way less frantic to raise. Calm, quiet, reasonable—can you imagine that?”

You let out an incredulous laugh, lightly smacking his chest. “Oh, so now you’re an expert on parenting daughters because your sister’s kids play with dolls instead of climbing furniture?”

“Exactly,” he replied without missing a beat. “I mean, just think about it. No running around, no wrestling matches over who gets the last donut, no dramatic performances of ‘Hit’ at 8 a.m.”

You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Uh-huh. And who’s going to handle the teenage drama when your calm, quiet daughter slams her door in your face?”

Soonyoung’s grin faltered for a second before he recovered with a sly smile. “That’s where you come in, baby. You’re the expert in dealing with drama. I’ll just be the cool dad who lets her eat donuts and—”

“Stop right there.” You cut him off, laughing as you poked his chest.

He laughed along with you, leaning down until his nose brushed against yours. “Okay, okay. But admit it—you’d love to see a mini-you running around here. With your big, beautiful eyes, your sharp wit…”

“And my temper when you don’t listen?” you teased, narrowing your eyes playfully.

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “She’d keep me in line, just like you do.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against yours. “But you love me anyway.”

You sighed dramatically, pretending to think about it. “I guess I do. But if we’re trying for a daughter, you’re taking the night shift for the first three years.”

“Deal,” Soonyoung whispered, sealing the agreement with a kiss. “Now, where should we start our daughter project?”

Your laughter echoed through the house, blending perfectly with the warmth of his embrace, the quiet night ahead promising nothing but love and playful chaos—just the way you liked it.

[honeyryewhiskey]

crybaby

dean x cupid!reader cw!! just fluff! bc i miss these two 685 words

He didn’t expect the waterworks to start streaming from your big, sad eyes. He should really know better by now, having known you for some time—just how quickly a little cupid can be reduced to tears. 

The slam of the Impala’s door makes Dean wince, irritation prickling at his nerves as he rushes to follow you. His hands find your shoulders, maybe gripping a little harder than he should as he spins you around to face him.

“Hey,” he barks, freezing when he sees your tear-streaked face. For a second, his grip slackens, and his hands drop to his sides. His jaw tightens, fists clenching instinctively as he looks at you with a mix of disbelief and frustration.

He’s still not used to this—not good at dealing with tears, especially yours. Not when your whimpers and that wobbling lip make his chest tighten in a way he doesn’t know how to handle.

“Great,” he mutters under his breath, running a hand over his chin. He steps back, throwing a helpless glance at the garage ceiling as if salvation might come from above. “Just great. Why the hell are you crying?” His tone is sharp, annoyed, but it’s obvious he’s not actually mad at you. He just hates seeing you like this—hates the way it makes him feel completely out of his depth.

Your arms cross over your chest, and your bottom lip juts out in a feeble attempt at defiance. “You’ve been mean and grumpy all day. And then you called me ‘feather brains’ for forgetting to lock the trunk.”

Dean’s brows shoot up, incredulous. “Because it flew open! All the crap we just bought is sitting in the middle of the highway right now. Thanks to you!”

The sharpness of his voice makes you take a step back, eyes wide and glassy. “Stop yelling!” you shout, your voice cracking.

“I’m not—” He cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh, dragging a hand over his face. His patience, never his strongest suit, is hanging on by a thread. Deep breaths. Count to ten. Think of that stupid article he googled the other night: “How to Deal with an Overly Emotional Person.”

“Fine. Fine,” he grits out, trying to sound calm. “Just stop crying, okay?”

But the tears are still flowing, your cheeks blotchy and your whole spirit looking crushed. It’s not just the crying—it’s how completely deflated you look. Like all that annoying, infectious vibrance of yours has been snuffed out, and it’s his fault.

He exhales sharply through his nose, an idea suddenly hitting him. “Ice cream? Movies? Hugs? What do you want? Name anything, and I’ll get it for you.”

You sniffle, blinking up at him as something faint flickers in your expression, making your head tilt. “Anything?”

Dean hesitates, second-guessing himself. “Yes,” he agrees, though his voice is laced with caution. “Within reason—”

“Up.” You cut him off, arms stretched toward him.

Dean’s glare hardens, his eyes flicking between your wiggling fingers and your pitiful pout. Everything in him wants to argue, to resist. He’s not good at this softness. But you’re looking at him with those sad, hopeful eyes, and as always when it comes to you and your demands—something in him gives.

With a heavy sigh, he closes the space between you, his boots thudding against the concrete floor. His hands slide to your hips, lifting you with ease as you practically fling yourself into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist, your face burying in the crook of his neck as he steadies his hold on you. His arms wrap snugly around your back. His nose is buried in your hair, the sweet scent of something he can’t name, just recognizes as pretty and girly easing the scowl off of his brows. 

“Can I still have the ice cream, too?” you mumble into his shoulder.

Dean huffs out a low laugh. “We’ll see,” he mutters, but his grip on you tightens just a little, and he knows damn well in a moment he’ll be back in the driver’s seat to take you out to get that ice cream.

been writing for angel!reader, who's much more serious than little cupid. so i took a break from the angst to write this cuteness <3 i also want to make some sort of collection post for these bc i have quite a few cupid fics now and there is no organization ugh

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Threes a Formula

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Y/n celebrates New years with the Wolffs but also faces the challenge of navigating the complexities of her growing relationship with the Wolff family, balancing her role as Jack's nanny with unexpected moments that blur the lines

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

Also happy Birthday Toto

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Chapter 6: Between the Lines

Y/n wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck as she stepped out of the car, the crisp Austrian air nipping at her cheeks. Snow blanketed the landscape, turning the world into a picturesque winter wonderland. She had just returned from celebrating Christmas with her family in Germany and was now ready to welcome the New Year with the Wolff family at their chalet in the Alps.

Toto and Susie Wolff stood by the entrance, warmly bundled in their winter coats. Jack was the first to spot her, his face lighting up as he dashed towards her.

Toto and Susie approached with smiles. "Welcome, Y/n," Toto said, his deep voice filled with genuine warmth. He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze that lingered a moment longer than usual. Susie followed suit, wrapping her arm around Y/n’s waist in a friendly yet lingering manner.

"We've missed you. Ready for some skiing?" Susie asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/n smiled, her heart fluttering at their touch, though a pang of nerves crept in. She hadn’t mentioned that she had never skied before. "Absolutely," she replied, masking her anxiety.

“Y/n!” Jack’s excited voice echoed through the air as he rushed toward her.

“Jack!” Y/n dropped her bags, opening her arms wide to catch him in a warm hug. She lifted him slightly off the ground, spinning him around with a laugh. “I missed you so much, little man! Look how much you’ve grown!”

Jack giggled, clinging to her tightly. “I missed you too! Did you have a good Christmas?”

“I did, thank you! But I’ve been dying to hear all about yours. Tell me everything!” Y/n said, placing Jack back on the ground but keeping a hand on his shoulder as they walked inside.

As soon as they were inside and settled in the warm living room, Y/n perched on the edge of the couch, pulling Jack close. “Okay, spill the beans. What did the christkind bring you this year?”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, so many cool things! I got a new LEGO set—it’s a racing car! And then the christkind brought me a remote-controlled car that goes super fast. Dad helped me set it up, and it’s amazing!”

“Wow, that sounds awesome!” Y/n replied, her face lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. “You’ll have to show me later. What else did you get?”

Jack continued, his voice filled with joy. “Mom and Dad gave me this really cool racing jacket, just like the ones the drivers wear. And Grandma and Grandpa sent me a huge box of chocolates and a puzzle.”

Y/n smiled, imagining Jack’s excitement as he opened each gift. “It sounds like you had an amazing Christmas. Did you get to spend time with your friends too?”

Jack nodded eagerly. “Yes, we had a big Christmas party with my friends. We played games, and I even showed them my new car. Everyone loved it!”

Y/n beamed at him, her heart swelling with affection. “I’m so happy you had such a wonderful time, Jack. You deserve it. And now we get to have even more fun here in Austria!”

Jack’s smile widened. “Yes! And I have to show you the snowman I made yesterday. He’s huge!”

“I can’t wait to see him,” Y/n said, ruffling Jack’s hair affectionately. “But first, how about some hot chocolate to warm up from the cold?”

Jack’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please!”

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Y/n adjusted her ski goggles and tightened the straps on her boots, standing at the base of the snowy mountain. The morning air was crisp, the sky a brilliant shade of blue, and the excitement around her was palpable. Toto, Susie, and Jack stood nearby, chatting animatedly about the upcoming run. Y/n’s stomach fluttered with nerves, but she forced a confident smile.

"You ready, Y/n?" Toto asked, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. His touch was warm and reassuring, but it only amplified her internal anxiety.

"Of course," Y/n replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t told them she had never skied before, not wanting to seem out of place or disrupt the family’s plans. When Susie suggested they skip the beginner slopes and head straight for the regular ones, Y/n had nodded along, her heart pounding.

The group moved to the ski lift, and soon they were ascending the mountain. Y/n tried to soak in the stunning views of the snow-covered peaks and valleys, but her mind was racing with thoughts of the descent.

At the top, Toto and Susie skied gracefully ahead, with Jack not far behind, his small frame expertly maneuvering through the snow. Y/n took a deep breath and pushed off, immediately feeling the lack of control as her skis wobbled beneath her. She struggled to keep her balance, her arms flailing as she tried to mimic the others.

Within seconds, Y/n lost control and tumbled into the snow, her skis crossing awkwardly as she landed in an ungraceful heap. She heard Jack’s infectious laughter echoing through the air, followed by Susie and Toto chuckling as they skied back to her.

"Are you alright?" Susie asked, her eyes filled with amusement as she knelt beside Y/n, helping her untangle her skis.

"Y/n, that was quite the show," Toto teased, his tone light but caring. He reached down, pulling her to her feet with ease. His hands lingered on her arms, steadying her as she found her footing again.

Y/n dusted the snow off her jacket, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I’m fine, just…a little rusty," she said, forcing a laugh.

"You’re doing great," Susie assured her, giving Y/n a gentle squeeze around the waist. "We’ve all been there. Just take it slow and find your rhythm."

Despite their encouragement, Y/n continued to struggle. Each attempt down the slope ended in a clumsy fall, her skis going in opposite directions or getting caught in the snow. Jack’s laughter filled the air each time, and soon, even Toto and Susie couldn’t contain their mirth.

By the time they reached the bottom of the slope, Y/n was exhausted and covered in snow. She leaned on her ski poles, catching her breath as the others gathered around.

"You know," Y/n began, looking at Susie with a wry smile, "I think I’m more of a wellness and après-ski type of girl."

Susie burst into laughter, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. "I think we can arrange that. But you’ve been a trooper, and that’s what counts."

Toto grinned, patting Y/n’s back. "We’ll make a skier out of you yet. For now, let’s head to the lodge for some well-earned hot chocolate."

The next few days were a mix of laughter and determination. Y/n continued to attempt the slopes, each fall less embarrassing as she embraced the fun of it. Susie captured videos of Y/n’s failed attempts, promising to make a humorous compilation, while Y/n documented the family’s moments, snapping candid photos and behind-the-scenes clips for Susie and her Instagram.

When Jack’s ski tournament arrived, Y/n was the loudest cheerleader on the sidelines. She watched with pride as Jack raced down the slope, his technique flawless and his confidence inspiring. When he crossed the finish line first, the family erupted in cheers.

Later, back at the chalet, Y/n snapped a photo of Jack, Toto, and Susie, their arms wrapped around each other, faces glowing with pride and happiness. "For our Instagram," Y/n said, capturing the perfect shot.

Susie leaned into Y/n, showing her the video of one of her earlier falls. "This one is definitely going in the blooper reel."

Y/n laughed, playfully nudging Susie. "As long as it makes people smile."

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The moment Benedict and Rosa arrived, the atmosphere in the chalet became even more vibrant. Y/n and Jack were in the kitchen decorating cookies when they heard the car pull up outside. Jack's face lit up, and he dashed toward the door, shouting, "They're here!".

Y/n smiled, wiping her hands on a towel as she followed him to the door. She could hear excited chatter even before the door opened. As soon as Jack flung it open, Benedict and Rosa stepped inside, their faces bright with joy.

"Hey, Buddy!" Benedict laughed, lifting Jack off the ground in a bear hug.

"Hast du uns vermisst?" (Did you miss us?) he asked as he set Jack down.

"Jaaaaa!" (Yeeees!) Jack beamed, his small hands clinging to Benedict’s arm.

Jack turned to Rosa, who leaned down to give him a hug. "Ich muss euch so viel zeigen!"  (I have so much to show you!) he exclaimed excitedly.

"Wir haben dich auch vermisst, Jack," (We missed you too, Jack.) Rosa smiled warmly, her arms wrapped around him.

Y/n approached, her grin widening at the sight of the siblings’ reunion. "Schön, euch beide wiederzusehen,"  (good to see you both again.) she greeted, stepping closer.

Benedict turned to her, his face lighting up. "Y/n! Auch schön, dich zu sehen. Wie war dein Weihnachten?" (Y/n! Great to see you too. How was your Christmas?) he asked, pulling her into a quick hug.

"Es war wunderschön, danke," (It was lovely, thank you.) Y/n replied, turning to give Rosa a quick hug as well. "Aber ich habe mich darauf gefreut, euch zu sehen. Jack hat die ganze Zeit über euch gesprochen." (I’ve been looking forward to seeing you guys. Jack’s been talking about you nonstop.)

Rosa chuckled, patting Jack on the back. "Er ist der Beste. Es ist schön ein bisschen Zeit zusammen zu verbringen, bevor das neue Jahr beginnt." (He’s the best. We’re excited to spend some time together before the New Year.)

At that moment, Toto and Susie walked into the foyer, their faces brightening at the sight of the children. Toto immediately enveloped Benedict and Rosa in a warm hug.

"Willkommen, ihr beiden. Wir haben auf euch gewartet," (Welcome, you two. We’ve been waiting for you.) Toto said, his voice filled with affection.

Susie stepped forward, pulling them both into a tight embrace. "Schön das ihr es geschafft habt," she said softly. (Nice that you made it.)

The house quickly filled with laughter as they settled in, sharing stories and catching up on the past few days. Jack, ever eager for attention, tugged at Benedict and Rosa, urging them toward the backyard.

"Kommt schon, ihr müsst meinen Schneemann sehen und mein neues Auto!" (Come on, you have to see my snowman and my new car!) Jack exclaimed, pulling them along.

Y/n chuckled, following them outside. 

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The morning of New Year’s Eve dawned clear and crisp in the Austrian Alps, sunlight streaming through the large windows of the Wolff family’s chalet. Y/n stirred in her bed, the soft warmth of the covers cocooning her as she slowly opened her eyes. Jack’s laughter echoed through the hallways, a sign that the day had already begun.

Y/n stretched and got out of bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet as she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she dressed warmly in a cozy sweater and jeans, ready to face the day’s chill. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries wafted through the chalet, leading her to the kitchen.

Susie was bustling about, preparing breakfast with an ease that spoke of years of practice. “Good morning, Y/n!” she greeted with a bright smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Morning, Susie. Yes, I did, thank you,” Y/n replied, returning the smile as she reached for a cup of coffee.

Toto appeared moments later, already dressed for the day in casual yet stylish winter attire. “Good morning, Y/n,” he greeted, his voice warm and steady. “We’re heading out for some skiing today. Would you like to join us?”

Y/n hesitated, the thought of admitting her lack of skiing experience making her stomach flutter with nerves. ��I think I’ll stay back and enjoy the wellness facilities today,” she said with a soft laugh, trying to keep her tone light.

Susie chuckled. “That sounds lovely. You’ll have the chalet all to yourself for a bit. It’s the perfect chance to relax.”

Y/n nodded, relieved by their understanding. “Exactly. I’ll be here to capture all the behind-the-scenes moments when you return.”

The family finished breakfast and soon departed for the slopes, leaving Y/n alone in the serene chalet. She spent the morning leisurely, enjoying the peace and quiet. After a long soak in the hot tub, she wrapped herself in a plush robe and curled up in front of the fireplace with a book. The soft crackle of the fire and the panoramic view of the snow-covered landscape created a tranquil ambiance that Y/n cherished.

In the afternoon, she set to work capturing content for their social media, preparing posts that showcased the warmth and joy of the Wolff family’s holiday. She edited photos of Jack’s excitement and Susie and Toto’s shared glances, each image filled with genuine love and happiness.

As the afternoon stretched into evening, the family returned, their cheeks flushed from the cold and their spirits high. Jack burst through the door, chattering excitedly about the slopes and his latest triumphs, his energy infectious.

“You missed some epic runs today,” Toto said, grinning at Y/n as he hung up his jacket. “But it looks like you had a pretty relaxing day yourself.”

“I did,” Y/n replied, her smile warm. “And I’m ready to help get everything set up for tonight.”

The evening unfolded in a relaxed and joyful manner. The chalet was soon filled with the scent of delicious food and the sound of laughter as friends and family arrived. Y/n flitted around, capturing moments on her phone—Jack laughing with his cousins, Toto pouring glasses of champagne, and Susie arranging the dessert table with care.

Dinner was a grand affair, filled with toasts and delicious dishes. Y/n found herself seated between Jack and Susie, the warmth of their family radiating through every shared smile and story.

The sound of the clock chiming in the distance signaled that it was almost time. "Everyone outside!" Susie called, her voice cutting through the chatter. Y/n grabbed her coat and followed the group out onto the snow-covered terrace, her breath visible in the chilly air. The clear night sky stretched above them, the stars glittering like tiny diamonds, creating a magical backdrop.

Y/n positioned herself near the edge, ready to capture the moment. Toto stood beside Susie, their arms wrapped around each other as they looked out over the valley. Jack was nearby, bouncing with excitement as the countdown began.

"Ten... nine... eight..." The crowd's voices grew louder with each second, the anticipation palpable. Y/n raised her phone, framing the scene perfectly—Susie and Toto standing together, the fireworks waiting to burst into life.

"Three... two... one... Happy New Year!" The sky erupted in color, and the first fireworks soared into the night, illuminating the world below in a cascade of vibrant lights. Y/n pressed record, capturing the awe and wonder of the moment.

She kept her focus on Susie and Toto as they turned to each other, sharing a kiss amid the glowing backdrop. It was a tender, genuine moment, filled with the love and connection they shared. Y/n smiled, feeling privileged to capture such an intimate scene.

As the fireworks continued, Susie and Toto turned their attention to Y/n, their eyes sparkling with warmth. "Come here, Y/n!" Susie called out, her voice cutting through the noise.

Y/n hesitated briefly, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t have time to think too deeply before she found herself walking toward them, her boots crunching in the snow. Toto reached out first, pulling her into a tight embrace from one side, and Susie wrapped her arms around her from the other.

"Happy New Year, Y/n!" Susie said, her voice soft but full of emotion. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n’s cheek.

"Frohes neues," Toto echoed, his lips brushing against Y/n’s other cheek. The warmth of their presence made her heart race even faster.

Y/n laughed nervously, caught between them, feeling the champagne’s warmth in her system. "Happy New Year to you too," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The embrace lingered, and before Y/n could fully register what was happening, Susie’s hand slid up to gently cup her face. Her eyes locked with Y/n’s, and without warning, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Y/n’s in a quick but unmistakable kiss.

Y/n’s breath hitched, her mind spinning. The kiss was brief, yet it left a lingering warmth that spread through her. Before she could react, Toto mirrored Susie’s action, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, fleeting kiss that sent a ripple of surprise through her.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. Susie and Toto pulled back, their faces calm and smiling as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. They each gave Y/n another affectionate squeeze, their attention shifting back to the ongoing celebration and the fireworks lighting up the sky.

Y/n stood there, stunned, her lips tingling from the unexpected kisses. Her heart raced, the moment replaying in her mind on a loop. The Wolffs, however, continued to act naturally, their warmth and affection blending seamlessly with the evening’s festivities.

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The Wolff family’s New Year’s trip to Austria was already filled with warmth and laughter, but the arrival of Kimi Antonelli added an extra layer of excitement. Kimi, the new driver for Mercedes, had joined them to get to know the team a little better and immerse himself in the family-like atmosphere of the Wolffs.

Y/n had met Kimi a few times before, during his appearances in the garage or when he drove the car during practice sessions. She found him endearing—a focused, talented young man with a bright future ahead. His presence around the family felt natural, and Y/n quickly grew fond of him, seeing him as a sweet, almost kid-like presence despite his growing fame in motorsports.

“Kimi!” Jack exclaimed as soon as he saw the young driver step into the chalet. “You’re here! You can teach me all about racing now!”

Kimi chuckled, ruffling Jack’s hair. “I’ll do my best, little buddy.”

Jack immediately took to Kimi, declaring him his new best buddy, and followed him around the chalet, peppering him with endless questions about racing and cars. Y/n smiled at the sight, enjoying how quickly Jack had bonded with Kimi, almost as if he had gained a big brother overnight.

One snowy afternoon, the group decided to take a drive through the picturesque Austrian landscape. Y/n, Toto, Susie, Jack, and Kimi piled into the SUV, enjoying the serene beauty of the snow-covered mountains. Y/n loved these peaceful moments, capturing candid shots of the family for their holiday memories.

The drive was smooth until they hit a patch of deep snow, and the car got stuck. Toto tried reversing and maneuvering, but the wheels spun helplessly in place. They needed help.

“I’ll call for someone to come pull us out,” Toto said, already dialing.

While they waited, the group made the best of the situation. Jack played in the snow outside, throwing snowballs at Kimi, who good-naturedly dodged and occasionally threw one back.

Soon, help arrived, a sturdy tow truck ready to pull the car out of the snow. As they prepared to get the SUV moving, Kimi offered, “I can steer while they pull us out.”

Jack’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Can I sit with you, Kimi? Please? I want to help!”

Kimi smiled down at Jack, ruffling his hair again. “Alright, buddy. You can sit on my lap and help me steer.”

Y/n followed them to the front seats, her heart warmed by the interaction. Jack climbed onto Kimi’s lap, his small hands on the steering wheel, looking determined. Y/n couldn’t resist filming the moment, her phone capturing every detail of Jack’s eager expression and Kimi’s patient guidance.

The tow truck began pulling the SUV out of the snow. At first, everything went smoothly, but as the car was yanked free, it jolted forward slightly faster than expected. Jack and Kimi’s eyes widened in surprise as the car lurched, their faces frozen in identical expressions of stunned amazement.

“Oh my God! Stopp Stopp” Y/n exclaimed, her heart leaping into her throat for a moment before the car steadied.

She couldn’t help but laugh nervously, watching the replay on her phone. “You two looked so scared!” she teased, showing them the video.

Kimi laughed, shaking his head. “That was unexpected. But hey, we made it.”

Jack grinned up at Kimi. “That was awesome! Can we do it again?”

“Maybe not on purpose next time,” Kimi replied, chuckling as he gave Jack a playful squeeze.

(Have alook at this cute video)

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It was a quiet evening a few days after New Year’s, and Y/n found herself lying in her cozy bed, staring at the ceiling. The chalet was peacefully silent, with everyone else having retired for the night. She had been so busy with the excitement of the holidays—Jack’s snowman, the skiing (or rather, her disaster on skis), and spending time with Toto, Susie, and the kids—that she hadn’t had a chance to truly reflect on the events of New Year’s Eve.

But now, in the stillness of the room, the memory came flooding back.

It had all happened so fast. The night had been filled with laughter, good food, and drinks flowing freely. The atmosphere was relaxed and fun, everyone in high spirits, celebrating the arrival of a new year. But then, it was the moment after the fireworks, when Susie and Toto had pulled her into their embrace. They had kissed her on both cheeks, just like they always did, but then… then it had happened. Susie, bold and playful, kissed her on the lips. It had been quick, but still enough to catch her off guard.

And then Toto… he kissed her too. His lips on hers, brief, just a few seconds, but it had left a lingering warmth in her chest.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push away the storm of thoughts that followed. What did it mean? What did it all mean? She had tried to brush it off at the time, not wanting to overthink it, especially with everyone else around. But now, alone in her bed, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her thoughts kept circling back to that moment, the feeling of their lips, the chemistry in the air. It wasn’t just a kiss between friends, was it?

She ran a hand over her face, letting out a slow breath. She had been with the Wolff family for over a year now, and she knew the boundaries, or at least, she thought she did. Toto and Susie had always been kind to her, supportive, and loving in a way that felt familial, but that kiss—those kisses—had blurred something. The way Susie had leaned in so confidently, the way Toto had followed suit, both of them so natural and comfortable in their touch.

Y/n sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. The more she thought about it, the more she felt confused. Had she misinterpreted their actions? It wasn’t the first time they had shown affection towards her, but that night had felt… different. It wasn’t like any of the playful touches or casual hugs they had shared before. There was something more intimate about it.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about it. After all, it wasn’t like they had said anything directly about it afterward. The night had carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They had even joked and laughed together as if the kiss had been just a part of the festivities. But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that it had meant something more, something deeper.

She tried to picture Toto’s expression, his eyes, the way he’d pulled her close. He was always so protective and caring, but in that moment, there had been something else there, something she wasn’t sure she could identify.

And Susie—Susie, who was always so confident and assured in her own skin, had kissed her so boldly, as if it was just another moment to add to their friendship. But it wasn’t just any kiss, was it?

Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated with herself. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, especially when things had seemed so normal afterward. But she couldn’t stop wondering if that kiss had been a sign of something more—something that might change everything.

Did it mean they were interested in her? In a way that was more than just friendship? Or was she simply overthinking it? She didn’t want to assume anything, especially not with them being so close-knit and familiar with her. But the kisses—those lingering moments—they felt different, and it left her unsure of where she stood.

She glanced over at the clock. The late hour was a reminder that she needed rest. Yet her mind wouldn’t let go. Her heart beat a little faster as she recalled the laughter from that night, the warmth of the moment, and the way their touches seemed to spark something inside her. She cared about them deeply, of course. But this? She had never expected this kind of closeness.

Y/n sighed deeply, rolling onto her side, curling into her pillow. She had always prided herself on being able to handle any situation with clarity and calm, but now, she felt unsure. She didn’t know what this meant for them, for their dynamic, or for her. Was she supposed to just ignore what happened and move on? Or was this something she needed to face, something that might change the way she viewed her relationship with Toto and Susie?

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[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Weird question but what sort of smells/ perfumes to you think the tulpar crew uses? It’s really bizarre I’m aware but it’s popped into my brain and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Also I’ve been lurking on your blog for a while (late October I’m an og 💪) and I’m behind a few asks 😇. Wondering if you do emoji anons? If so can I be your 🐁 anon?

yes ofc you can be 🐁 anon!!<33

Curly— vibrant, fresh, clean.

Curly would smell like a warm hug, I know that doesn't make any sense but he would probably smell like sweat from always working with hints of herbal skincare from whatever soaps and shampoos he might use while showering, with a hint of citrusy notes because he just gives off those vibes, he would also smell like fresh laundry because his uniform of always tidy and neat.

if we stick to the idea of him being a well paid man then I'd assume he's into those classy and exxy💸 perfumes like dior sauvage, and Jean Paul Gaultier. Something which isn't overpowering yet subtle and pleasantly noticeable.

Jimmy— harsh, cheap, unrefined.

Now let's be true to ourselves,i could've damn well just said he dowses a can of axe spray to make up for his lack of showers. But we know that he does in fact enjoy showering and taking care of his hygiene, but the guy who says that 'hobbies are for people with money' i don't think he'd care too much about what he smells like, nor would he be spending money unnecessarily on expensive perfumes.

Jimmy smells of sweat, cigarettes with a hint of whatever cheap perfume he uses, with slight notes of a sour undertone, he's the kinda guy to keep 13-1 shampoos on the deck, so his hair would probably smell like that. He doesn't smell like shit, just very generic. If we talk about fragrances, then if curly offers to buy him stuff, he'd probably go for JPG—Le Male, which has a very overpowering scent, since he wouldn't probably be very good at buying perfumes and would just ask curly what he uses and pick one.

Anya— feminine, floral, gentle.

Anya would smell very clean, her hair would smell of the floral shampoo which she uses, she'll probably have sandalwood tones to her, misty, woody, light scents which don't draw too much attention but are subtle and gentle. Since she enjoys fast food, on a casual day she might smell like burgers and fries, but that's what it means to be human.

I don't think she'd be too keen on spending too much money on scents, but I do believe she picks out the ones which actually smell good. Think floral, fruity, vanilla. Peach or pear, those kind of undertones. I'd say she uses that one Versace perfume she bought 7 years ago in a yolo moment which she uses preciously, or affordable floral perfumes which are actually very pleasant and subtle and not brash.

Swansea— Earthy, Woody, Refined.

Aside from being a sneakerhead, I'll assume Swansea likes taking care of his hygiene as well, which would include what he smells like. On his own Swansea would smell like sweat, but with mechanical undertones like engine oil or metal. He's have sour and warm notes as well, he buys branded belts and would smell like leather.

He'd probably have his wife choose his perfumes for him for what she thinks suits him the best, probably like Tom Ford, or Chanel Coromandel.

Daisuke— Fresh, Playful, Tropical.

Daisuke is a youngster and he knows where the heats at, he most likely keeps up with trends and what's the latest move, but he obviously wouldn't smell like the freaking Italian mafia or a rich grandpa from the suburbs.

On his own Daisuke smells citrusy, hints of coconut and fresh mints. ( He secretly smokes and chews bubblegum to cover up the smell ) he'd smell like fresh soap and shampoo because he'd definitely be up in the taking care of his looks and hygiene game to impress the ladies.

He doesn't have problems buying expensive perfumes like Tom ford, sauvage, Versace, but tropical events would suit him the most like Creed Royal, Hermes or Tommy Bahama

[leonastarry]

Hii! Could I request domestic Jinwoo? Like how would a normal day be with his family? (His wife and children) Sweet fluff 💕

[ Req 8 ] Normal day. ✧. ┊    husband!jinwoo x wife!reader

Beep…beep…beep..

The sound of the alarm clock rang out in the silent space, causing the person under the blanket to stir. You were awakened by the sound of eating, frowning and turning towards the source of the sound. Your hand groped for the cabinet at the head of the bed, but because you had just woken up from a deep sleep, your mind was still hazy, so you patted it and still couldn't turn off the loud 'beep'.

Suddenly a muscular arm reached out and turned off the alarm clock. Your husband, who was also awakened, then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest. Jinwoo growled and buried his face in your hair, muttering, "It's still early, go back to sleep."

You lay in your husband's warm embrace for a few more minutes before turning to face him. You reluctantly patted his bicep, "Jinwoo, I need to get up and make breakfast, it's almost time for the kids to wake up."

He groaned in annoyance but slowly loosened his arms around you. You sat up and stretched then kissed your husband on the forehead "I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready." Then you got out of bed and got ready to start your day.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You walked into the kitchen and quickly made breakfast. When you saw that the clock read 6:30, you told Igris to watch over the breakfast so it wouldn't burn and started waking up your family.

You went to the children's room, wondering why it was okay not to hear your little boy crying today. You quickly thought that maybe he wasn't awake yet or the shadow soldiers had taken care of everything for you.

When you opened the door, you saw your daughter - Minji coaxing her little brother Suho, Beru standing next to her praising Minji. You giggled.

"Looks like you've got everything under control."

"Mom" Minji immediately turned to you and hugged you, Suho who was lying in the crib also raised his little hand towards you and grinned.

"My queen, the princess already knows how to coax her little brother, the princess is a genius" Beru said proudly.

"I see." You smiled and patted Minji's head. "Can you change your clothes by yourself?" Minji nodded. "Then go change, I'll go wake up dad." She immediately ran to the closet and started choosing clothes to change into.

You walked to the crib and picked up Suho, he immediately grabbed your shirt "M-ma". You rubbed your cheek against Suho's and said "Hey baby. Let's go wake up dad" "P-pa!" ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Jinwoo was still sleeping when he felt his chest getting heavy and something small patting his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his son's cute face. "P-pa" He laughed and hugged Suho "Hello, buddy." Then he turned to you who was standing next to the bed "Good morning, love"

You smiled and kissed the corner of his eyes. "Get up, breakfast is ready, you still have to go to work."

"I know" Jinwoo sat up and carried Suho "Go prepare with your dad." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Jinwoo walked out of the room in a neat black suit. He carried Suho into the kitchen where his wife and daughter were waiting. He let Suho sit in his child seat and pulled out a chair next to you, starting to eat breakfast.

The clock showed 7 o'clock, it was time for him to go to work. He took his bag and his daughter's backpack, holding his daughter's hand out the door. You walked over and handed him the lunch box. He kissed you on the lips and said goodbye.

"I'll take Minji to the school first and then go to work, you and Suho stay home safely."

You nodded and smiled "Okay, be careful on the road." Then you leaned down and kissed Minji's forehead "Minji, go to school, remember to be a good girl"

The little girl nodded and waved to you "Bye mom, bye Suho, bye shadow soldiers, dad and Minji are leaving now" ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You stay home to clean the house and take care of Suho, while Jinwoo works at the Inspection Bureau and Minji is at the nursery. In the evening, Jinwoo and Minji will return, and the whole family will cook and eat dinner together. Then watch a movie before going to bed.

You lull Minji and Suho to sleep. When you are sure the kids are fast asleep, you go out and close the door to be pulled into your husband's arms. He buries his head in the crook of your neck. You smile and turn around to hug him and stroke his hair.

"Tired?"

"A little," he mumbles.

You giggle and kiss him on the lips. "Feeling better?" He hums in agreement.

Jinwoo then carries you into the bedroom, places you on the bed, and lies down next to you. He lets you rest your head on his arm and he pulls the blanket over both of you. Before falling asleep, Jinwoo kisses your forehead and whispers.

"Goodnight my little love. I love you so much."

"I love you more"

"Impossible, I love you the most."

Hope you like it ❤

[redheadspark]

Can I get 8 and 9 with Azriel please ? Thanks 😊

A/N - This is great, thanks for requesting this! I hope you like it!

Certain

Summary - Azriel hated crowds, but not with you at his side

Warnings - Fluff

Azriel was not a fan of big crowds.  So this was a nightmare for him.

The House of Wind was insanely crowded for Winter Solstice, the biggest crowd the enchanted home has ever held.  It was all High Lord Rhysand and High Lady Feyra, who were beyond popular with the citizens and high fae in Night Court and beyond.  Ever since Feyra came into Night Court and there was peace again after a nasty battle against King Hybern, Rhysand knew there was a need for peace for his Court and all who stayed there.  He was a good ruler, a favored one, and he wanted to celebrate Winter Solstice every year with massive parties and joyous celebrations.  

The main party in the House of Wind was always something to look forward to, but not to yourself and Azriel.  You two were not big fans of massive crowds or big parties, though you two were kind enough to show your faces and stay for a moment or two.  Azriel would rather stay with you in your small cramped apartment, enjoying each other’s company.  You were the same, though you were the one who seemed to be more adventurous when It came to social events.  Not that Azriel was a hermit.

He would rather train new Illyrian recruits than be at a formal party.

But there he was, standing in the main hallway of The House of Wind with his hands behind his back and a jitter in his step.  You were freshening up in the bathroom, trying to fix your hair and the tiara High Lord Feyra let you borrow to match your deep purple dress.  And this Winter Solstice was rather special to both yourself and Azriel: it was your anniversary.

Your 60th to be exact.

You two have been through a lot as a couple and as mates, finding one another as a fleet of chance.  It was also at a party, but it was in the town square of Velaris during the spring.  You remember the party was rowdy and filled with laughter, music filling the air for hours on end while you were with some girlfriends after closing your shop for the night.  But one male was attempting to flirt with you, and although you were denying his attempts and being polite in rejecting his advances, he was becoming a bit aggressive with you.

Out of nowhere, Azriel came into your life and whisked the male away before he could do anything to you.  The rest was history.

Azriel wanted to take you on a getaway for your 60th, asking Rhysand for use of his cabin up in the mountains for just you two to have for the weekend.  Rhysand said that you both could if you attended his Annual Winter Solstice Party at The House of Wind.  Azriel, hating that he had to compromise, reluctantly agreed since he knew you wouldn’t mind going to the party and Azriel really wanted to use the cabin.  

You giggled as Azriel when he explained the situation, making you roll your eyes and peck him on the lips.

“It’s a simple party, sweetheart.  Surely the Shadowsinger and Spymaster of Night Court can handle a little party?” You asked in a tease, Azriel playfully glared at you as you shrugged.  He knew it was true.  

And now he was dressed in a dark dress shirt, black pants, and dress shoes, with his hair somewhat pushed to the side in an attempt to look presentable.

He could see his High Lord and Lady across the sitting room and in the polar, chatting with Cassian, Nesta, and a few others.  Feyra was clad in her Winter Solstice grown, a star tiara perched on her head and looking as radiant as ever with Rhysand holding her hand and sporting his own suit.  Azriel was jealous that they were so calm in a crowded room, making it look so easy like breathing.  No matter how many centuries he’s had under his belt, able to command an army if he had to or go on spy missions, he still was shy in crowds like this.  

The bathroom door opened behind him, though his eyes were in front of him at the patrons and the mindless chatter that was floating in the rooms.

“Was I too long, sweetheart?”

Azriel turned to face you, “No, you weren’t—“

He froze, his eyes wide at the sight of you.

Your curves were seen under the dark purple dress, which hugged your hips and thighs as it reached the floor.  The sleeves came to your wrists, the constellations were sewn in your dress and were shining in the hallway lights as your strawberry blond hair was in an intricate yet loose braided bun at the back of your neck.  The Amethyst tiara on your head shone brightly, complimenting your heart-shaped face and your light hazel eyes.  

Azriel thought of you as radiant, gorgeous, divine, all in one.

He smiled, forgetting about the crowd waiting for them in the parlor and sitting room.  He was focusing on you as you cocked your head at him and walked over, almost glided over really, to fix the collar of his shirt and smooth out the material with your fingers.

“You look handsome, my love,” You cooed at him, tilting your head up as he took your fingers together to rest on the top of his chest.  He scanned your eyes with his own, his smile never leaving his face as he leaned forward a bit to touch your nose with his. It made your smile get a pinch bigger.

“And the stars pale in comparison to you,” He proclaimed, you giggling as he kissed the tip of your nose, “And I swear, we will have our getaway in the mountains tomorrow morning,” 

“I know we will, but let’s get a drink first and be with our friends, okay?” You reassured him, squeezing his hands and then pecking his lips.  Azriel was no longer fearing the crowds, not with you at his side.  You both stood side by side and walked out of the hallway, finally being seen by the rest of the patrons.  You knew only a handful of them from being out and about, the same with Azriel. 

With his heart beating fast and his palms sweating a bit, he still held onto your hand in a death grip as you were guiding the pair of them over to some familiar faces: Lucien and Elaine.  Elaine was chatting with some of the patrons, showing her engagement ring and Lucien beaming with pride.  

“Oh, there you are!  We were wondering where you were!” Elaine said to both of you, Lucien grinning at Azriel and patting him on the side.  Azriel was still a bit stiff from the crowd around him, though you were calm and collected in answering Elaine.

“I was powdering my nose,” You said to her in a wink, squeezing Azriel’s hand at your side, “Congratulations to the pair of you!  I expect a massive wedding!”

“I reassured Lucien we won’t plan just yet, perhaps after the holidays,” Elaine said sweetly, leaning over to kiss Lucien on the cheek, “We might need to come talk to you both about what you did when it came to wedding planning, it’s a bit overwhelming,”

“You’re lucky then, she was a powerhouse when it came to planning our wedding,” Azriel joked, leaning his shoulder against yours.  It made you look at him with pride as Elaine and Lucien laughed at Azriel’s comment, you seeing him a bit more at ease and calm compared to how he was before.  You were proud of him, insanely proud.

“Come on, let’s get drinks before the celebration begins,” Lucien said to Azriel, the pair of them walking off to find the bar.  It felt like you and Elaine by the fire, watching your mates chat together as if they were old friends.

“We’re lucky to have mates like them, aren’t we?” Elaine asked you in her dreamy sigh.  You nodded in agreement, feeling your own wedding ring on your finger and thinking back 60 years ago to when he proposed to you.  Under the stars, with hope in his eyes and love on his lips.

That feeling never changed.

“We certainly are,” You replied.

The End. 

January Prompt Session