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gojo 'i am a man too' satoru when you keep teasing him about how he's younger than you and makes it his life mission to prove it.
#scene is you kept calling him kid for some reason#but the age gap isn't even THAT much yk#and it just pisses him off#because you're seeing him as a naive innocent lil guy#when hes far Far from it#he has his needs too#something along the lines of kissing you dizzy and taking you raw (you didn't hear that from me)#and hes been in love with you for as long as he can remember#so now that he's a man himself#he gets bolder and bolder#and yet you can't take the goddamn hint#or maybe you do#maybe you're just pretending everything is platonic when it clearly isnt#for now though that's okay#just gives him all the more opportunity to show you how much he's matured#hehe coughs and giggles#đđĄđđđđđ«đŹ
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.đ„ Ę Ë LOOK, MOM! â nanami kento
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yuuji accidentally calls you mom
contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059
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ânanamin!â yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. âi didnât know you were coming by today!â
kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.
a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.
so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.
âiâm in between assignments.â kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. âmind if i steal my wife away for a bit?â
yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since heâd found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, heâd hardly shut up about it.
âno problem. iâm going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.â he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.
âgood job today, yuuji!â grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. itâs perfect, as always, just what you needed. âyouâre improving a lot!â
he grins, proud of his accomplishments. âthanks, mom! see you later!â
there's an elongated moment of silence.
you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.
all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. âyuujiââ
âoh,â the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what heâs called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. âiâm so sorry. i didnât mean toââ
though, you donât give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, youâve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. âkento, we have a son!â
you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. thereâs some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.
kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. âdo we?â he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. âi'm certain i wouldâve remembered something like that.â
you make a face at him, covering yuujiâs ears dramatically. âoh, donât listen to your dad, yuuji. heâs old, he doesnât know what heâs saying.â
kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuujiâs wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.
âwell, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.â he says drily.
yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but youâre not sure heâs ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.
âexactly!â yuuji quips back to kentoâs blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!
kentoâs trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.
âyes," kento nods, solemn. "iâve heard that as well.â
"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."
kento rolls his eyes, but yuujiâs so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.
though he doesnât say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell heâs grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends heâs made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.
you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. âtell him i said hello too.â
yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. âi will!â his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. âbye, dad.â
kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. âhave a good evening, itadori.â
you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.
"you should be nicer to your son, kento."
kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."
you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.
but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.
"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.
kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."
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have you ever tried this one ?! - 3rd years
in which you remember the song 'juno' and start to perform in your bedroom. forgetting you invited someone over.
author's note: (not edited, just thoughts) i promise, im trying to churn the fics. but hehe... i got the idea from my brainrot of crowley bringing your world's music to you.
content: can be read platonic/romantic (leaning on romantic), gn! reader, suggestive (its juno positions, what did u expect ?!)
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As you stay in the privacy of your own room, you remember the old playlist Crowley gave you. You roll your eyes, out the of the many ways Crowley can help... He brings you music? He stresses that "It is a good way to connect with your home! And, who knows, this is a key to get you back?"
He said that and still insists he can't find a way. However, one step closer, right? You sigh and look at the limited music that was summoned. Looking at the music choices, you laugh as you saw "Juno." You decide to chime in and remember how you performed it back in your own privacy.
"Have you ever tried this one?" You say in a very flirty tone as you strike a pose, similar to what Sabrina would do in her tour. Mortified, you saw someone at the door.
trey clover
being confident in your own privacy, you dance and be as sensual as you want. usually, you wouldn't. but hey, a bit fun never killed anyone? plus, the position you pulled was fairly tame. it was just you pushing your butt a bit more out there, which may have shown something...
you gasp as you realize trey was there, standing, mortified and red. he looked shocked as the song in the background still played. it came to the part where Sabrina declares she was "so fucking horny." you were still in that specific pose before you stood up apologizing. trey coughed and shook his head, trying to shake off the image of you being that sensual.
"the look in their eyes, oh sevens. and the way that pose with uh.." trey's thoughts grow frantic as he apologized and tried to close the door
"prefect! i'm so sorry! let me just... next time, maybe lock the door? that was.. quite the show." you can basically hear the smirk.
cater diamond
cater was vlogging on the way to the dorm and to your room. he was hearing how you sang from the hall, he was excited to catch you off guard with a video. he giggled at his plan and barged in, but as he barged in, you were posing with that flirty tone cooing out of your mouth.
he nearly dropped his phone and his mouth was agape. your pose was so perfectly tame and lewd, he couldn't help but loose some air. cater tried to cover his eyes and try to laugh it off
"dear sevens, not now. don't let my imagination do the rest!" cater begs in his mind as he tried to grab his phone and shuffle out the door.
"nice voice though, bestie! uhm... maybe learn to lock things? that wasn't really... uhm. ah! let me just edit this, don't worry i won't post it!"
leona kingscholar
leona was annoyed how he had to get out of his nap. however, your dorm was oddly very comfortable, and you invited him over. it won't hurt, right? he stalks the halls, annoyed how you didn't bother to see if he arrived.
hearing your footsteps, he heard some tunes and decided to open the door to your room. leona was about to complain when you both were caught in a stare down of a very explicit pose. you were quiet and tried to make yourself decent before
*slam* leona closed the door. he was appalled and a bit too invested in the pose you just did. his tail was swishing around and he tried to avoid the heat building up, "what a show" he thought
"if you're gonna invite me to do that, wine and dine me first, herbivore. as a prince, i expect better" he teased
vil schoenheit
vil was expecting that you'd remember his promise of pampering. as vil walked to your room, he was wondering why you haven't noticed the way he nagging. vil made sure his voice was heard.
imagine his horror when he bursts the door open and see such a vulgar display of yourself towards him, though he did have to give where credit is due. you performed well and... got the reaction you wanted.
"hmm. not bad, that did get a reaction from me. ah, i got bested once more" vil thought as you scramble to be more decent, vil's glare causing you to hurry up. but that didn't stop the song to continue playing.
"horny? potato, what are these songs? hm, but your performance... i have some strong words" vil said as he listened in, you blush and turned it off.
rook hunt
let's be honest, he was watching the whole performance. your invitation was just a signal of when he will arrive at your door. he notes each note and decided to watch the spectacular performance up close.
as rook bursts through your door, he was blushing at the fact he realized that the innuendos were becoming serious. he was shocked to see you in such a pose. but that pose!
"ah, such perfect angles. if only i could've captured this moment, what a waste!" he thinks as he tries to take in the view of your pose.
"ah! my dear prefect! what a show! and that pose, such grace and vulgarity! and what's this? you are willing to try it?" rook said with so much enthusiasm. you glare.
idia shroud
he was honestly just about to ask something but that question died when he entered the room. he was floored when all you did was something not even his idols would dare to do.
idia didn't know what to do but panic and yelp as you try to calm him down in case he'd faint (he was close to doing so). your pose was now ingrained in his mind, he can't remove how your eyes and...
"oh sevens! oh sevens! that was so?!! oh im... is it obvious?!" idia panics as he pulls down his hoodie before overheating and tripping to the door.
"stupid... you should've locked the door. now i forgot why am i even here and-" idia tried to push his hoodie and hide somewhere
malleus draconia
he was excited to see you as he heard how you were singing and performing, he found the first lyrics odd, but he was strolling with ease. malleus just wanted to check up on you, and the shock he felt when you were posing
at first, he tried to be reasonable. but as his ears cannot deceive him, and his eyes too. he was shocked and speechless and the way you were displayed. you gasp and realize you nearly flashed the strongest one among the student body.
"how do i tell my child of man the implications of their words and actions?" malleus worries as he felt the blush creep in at the awkward situation they were in. he coughed and offered some space as he stood in front of the door
"does that mean... no. but ah, i can't have such feelings just yet. what enchantment has my dear done?" malleus said embarrassed.
lilia vanrouge
lilia was like rook, he saw it from a mile away. however, unlike rook, he was willing to not barge in. lilia calmly stalked you and appeared upside by your door. however, he was shocked and nearly fell at the display.
that pose and flirty tone was enough to cause such scandals. you yelp and try to stand up as quick as you can as lilia giggled at the notion. he went down on the ground and tried to calm your frantic explanations, humming alongside the song. he found it good.
"oh! that is quite a display. hmm, do they know how scandalous they are being right now? and quite the nice melody over something so raunchy." lilia giggled as he smirked as the song played on.
"quite the scandal, dear. keep the door locked next time, fufufufu~ though, i must say, the song is quite a treat. i would love to learn it on my guitar, i can hear that guitar solo after~"
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When They're Drunk|Hyungline
Warnings: Mentioning of alcohol, Complete and utter shanagigans and tomfoolery
Maknaeline
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Chan|
âHehe.â You snapped your head back, looking for the owner of the noise that just blessed your ears. When you couldnât find the perpetrator you turned back to cutting up vegetables for the soup you were making.
âHehe.âÂ
You turn around again. Surely you couldnât have imagined that. You sighed, shaking your head. Am I going crazy?
Not even a minute passed and you heard it once more.
âHehe.â This time when you turned you felt your foot hit something soft and squishy.
Chris just side eyed the foot that just kicked his dimpled cheeks and then trailed those same beautiful brown eyes up to you.
âChristopher Bahng get up from the floor, that's nasty!âÂ
âHehehehehe.â He continuously giggled as you stared down at him, not even trying to help him get up because you were confident in your inability to do so.
Instead you set aside the knife for your vegetables and slouched down on the floor as well.
âHehehehehe.âÂ
âWhats so funny?â
âCarrot.â
You deadpanned at the Aussie in front of you and it sparked another fit of uncontrollable âheheâââs.
âLove, what on earth is so funny about carrots?â
His lips shot out into a kissy face as he shook his head. âYou don- hehhehe - undertan-heheheh-the- jo-hehehe.â
You sighed as you watched him try- but fail in explaining what he thought was so funny about the crunchy orange vegetable.
âChris, I think tonight is the last time you should ever drink alcohol, baby.â
Your boyfriend - fiance - looked at you, his dimples showing even more as the giggles kept coming out of him.
âBut I had to celebrate!â He pulled your hand from off the ground and put it close to his face. He outlined the ring he had given you. âSee? This is a cause for celebration.â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched the man in front you look at your ring as if he was staring at his laptop screen - with complete 100% undivided attention.
âChris, you knew I was going to say yes to marrying you, baby. Who in their right mind wouldnât say yes?â
âMmmmâŠa lot of people. Hehe.âÂ
You got up from the ground, this time Chris coming up with you.
âAlcoholâŠitâŠheheâŠheheâŠheheâŠâÂ
At this point, anyone would have been annoyed with this amount of giggling from a drunk person. But his giggle was so heartbreakingly adorable you couldnât help but turn around and kiss the lips it was escaping from.
His eyes widened and he cocked his head. âWhyâŠâ
âWhy did I kiss you?â
âY-hehe.â He started laughing, his giggles becoming nearly uncontrollable to the point he started coughing- then gagging - then straight up heaving onto the kitchen counter.
Onto the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner.
You let out an exasperated breath, all while keeping a smile on you face as Chris stared at you wide eyed.
âI didnât mean to!â He whined, a small hiccup accompanying the sad gesture.
âI know you didn't, baby. You just giggled too much.â You said as you took a damp cloth and began wiping at his face - taking the opportunity to poke his dimple.
âIâm sorryâŠâ His lip poked out in a pout.
âDonât be. It mighttttt have been one of the reasons I fell for you so hard in the first place.
He smiled and looked out you lovingly as you continued to wipe his face.
This time you were the one to let out the giggle.
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Minho|
Minho was extremely drunk. You didnât know how he got so carried away with his drinks. He usually was very careful with the amount of alcohol he ingested, just in case things were to potentially get out of hand and get leaked to the press.Â
But even if it did get leaked- you know nothing bad would come of it. Because Minho was not an extreme drunk.
Unless he was extremely caring.
âBaby, you have to put a jacket on or else youâll get cold.â Minho said as he stripped himself of his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You chuckled as you took off the jacket, because you were sitting in the guys' dorms, and it was rather warm in there.Â
Minho huffed and put his jacket over you again.
âYah! Baby. You need to put my jacket on or else youâll be cold.â He said his voice turned more stern in the slightest.
âIts hot in here thoughâŠâ
âThats just all the alcâŠac..alâŠacl- thats because you drank too much, love.â His head was shaking as he gave a few tsk tsk sounds. âYou had too much fun.â
You sure it was me who had too much fun?
When he turned away to walk to the kitchen you slipped off your cardigan so youâd be slightly less warm, and to make Minho happy by wearing his cologne stained jacket. You inhaled as you always did. His scent bringing every single thought of him to mind.
You smiled as Minho walked back into the living room on wobbly feet with Advil and water.Â
âBaby take these. It will help when youâre hungover tomorrow.â
âIâm completely sober, love.â You say, laughter coating your voice.Â
Minho groaned and hit his head like a frustrated toddler. âYA! Baby! Youâll be hungover tomorrow if you donât take your medicine! Here. Here.â He said pushing the medicine into your hands. You tried handing them back but he just groaned. âYouâre so stubborn when youâre drunk. Iâm never letting you eat againâÂ
âEat?â
âDrink I mean drink.â He said, looking up as if he was thinking. âYeah, drink.â He poured out a few more advil but then the entire bottle fell and the medicine scattered across the floor.
âI canât have my babyâs head hurt.â He said, shaking his own. He picked up a few medicine tablets of the ground and blew on them. Then he pat your head and shot up onto wobbly feet once more, making a beeline for the fridge to get you a snack, forgetting to hand you the medicine he intended to give you.
He came back with a tub of icecream and a spoon. âHere!â He pushed the tub into your hands, the warmth of his own contrasting with the frigid feel of the container.
As Minho placed both his hands on his knees as he knelt down in front of you, making sure you eat and take your advil, you couldnât help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for your husband..
âMinho, can you take it first?â You stuck out your lip and gave your best pleading face. âI donât like it but if you take it first I promise I will.â You said raising your hand.
Without question he swallowed a couple of pills, downing a good bit of the water.
âAnything for my babyyyyy.â He laid his chin in your lap and opened his mouth, waiting for you to spoon feed him.Â
His lips wrapped around the spoon in a small âOâ but pulled back with a big smile.
âBaby.â He said poking your leg. âAnd baby.â He said poking your tummy.
âAnd baby.â You said poking his nose.Â
He gave a quick nod and opened his mouth again, as you pet his hair. Except this time he pulled back with a frown.
âBaby! Why are you drinking so much! YA YOUâRE PREGNANT YOU CANâT DRINK.â He pulled his head off of your lap and was about to scold you again, but instead rushed up to get to the bathroom but made it as far as the kitchen sink before he let out the contents of his celebratory night.
He looked up after giving a long sigh, the exhaustion for the night hitting him almost immediately.
He whimpered and went to go hug you, putting his head on your shoulder.Â
âI think Iâm drunkâŠâ He whined.
âAnd I think Iâm pregnant.â
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Changbin|
âYAH!! WHY ARE YOU LOOOKING AT MY PARTNER?!â You had to hold Binnie back as he kicked his tiny little legs trying to get to the poor guy who had only glanced in your general direction.
âCHANGBIN JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!âÂ
The angry little gym rat turned to you and pouted. âHe looked at you.â
âBe so for real Bin.â
âI am. His eyes landed on you.â
You couldnât help but laugh as Changbin deadpanned at you, and the guy quickly scurried away.
âChangbin you wonât bite, but youâll sure as hell bark.â
âI will bite.â
âReally, now?â
Changbin nodded with determination. âWatch and learn.â He waddled up to his hyung and latched his teeth onto Christopherâs shoulder.
âHOLY SHIT-â Chris pulled away quickly and Changbin smiled a you. âI told you I bite!â He said as he mimicked the nerd and finger emoji combination.
Seungmin and Minho were laughing their asses off as Chris looked at your boyfriend horrified. The at you with a look of utter betrayal.
âY/N⊠how could you even suggest that.â He said his eyes wide.
âI didnât think heâd actually bite to be honestâŠâ
Changbin waddled back over to you and latched his arm by your side. Looking around intently.
âWhat are you looking for baby?â
âEnemies. If another dares to look at my preciou- hnnnghh - Y/N Iâll rip their - hnnnghgh - face off.â
You all paused in the middle of the street, allowing Changbin a few minutes of fresh air and even breathing until his nausea passed.
âHe gets really feisty when drunk, huh?â Felix asked as you guys all sat on the sidewalk, Minho patting the youngerâs back while he bent over closer to the ground - even though with his height he was basically at the ground.Â
âYeah haha⊠I knew he was possessive but I didnât expect him to be this possessive.â
Changbin looked up to a see a woman and her child walking and he yelled out again. âARE YOU LOOKING AT MY PRECIOUS Y/N-IE???â
The woman looked at Changbin as if he was a psycho and ushered herself and her child off quickly.
Felix began to laugh which sparked a fit of laughter from all of the people.Â
âHe really does want to pick a fight with every single person that walks by.â Hyunjin commented as he shot a look towards a group of young kids walking towards you guys.
They saw a drunk man bent over and like the smart kids they were crossed the street.
âHeâs a handful.â You groan as you lay back on the sidewalk. Not even considering the amount of germs on it. âBut heâs my handful.â
âQuite literally too. Because he is about as small as Bangchan is old, and Hyunjin is dramatic.â Seungmin commented without so much as a smile. You couldnât help but laugh at how serious he was.
âYAH SEUNGMINNNNNNN!! WHY ARE YOU MAKING Y- HNNHNDKFH-â Before he could finish his sentence Changbin was throwing up and you got up to go help him.
âY/NâŠI donât feel good.âÂ
âI know baby, I know.â You said.Â
âWhy do people keep looking at you? I only want to look at you.â He said as you guys all continued that last final stretch to the dorm.
âI donât know. Maybe because Iâm pretty?â
âNo. Youâre beautiful theres a difference.â
You smiled and opened your mouth to ask what exactly about you was beautiful, but Changbin ripped himself from your arms and started rushing towards a middle aged man who was stepping out of a restaurant with his wife.
âYAHHHH!â
You groaned and rushed after your little angry toddler - vowing to never let him get this drunk again.
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Hyunjin|
Hyunjin sat across from you at the sports bar you guys were at. Seungmin had dragged you all along to watch the world series with him; and since you guys were in America you thought the Kids thought it would be a fun experience to experience an American sports bar.
Hyunjin had long since drunk his fair share of alcohol.
âIts not like in KoreaâŠâ He had said before he went down the rabbit hole of different beverages.
Chan had been glancing over in concern, but relaxed a little when he noticed how well you were taking care of your boyfriend.
You popped an onion ring in your mouth and Hyunjin was staring at the basket of fried goodness in front of you.âDo you like onions? Would you like one?â
Hyunjin shook his head- yet proceeded to grab one and place it on your ring finger, then placing one on his.
âSee Jagiya? Weâre married now.â He mumbled, his cheeks flushed, a beautiful but slightly concerning pink.
âBaby, I think its time we get you back to the hotel.â You informed Chris that you would be taking Hyunjin back.
âAre you sure thats safe? I can send another one of the guys with you-â You shook your head. âOkay. Just call me if you need anything?âÂ
âOf course Christopher. And donât worry. I grew up in this city so I know my way around.â You say giving a friendly wink and helping Hyunjin up from his chair.
The night breeze was cool, and you figured it would help Hyunjin sober up slightly.
Which you were correct about, since about Ÿ of the way back to the hotel he was coherent enough to make normal conversation - albeit his response time was somewhat slow and his answers slightly slurred.
You noticed a small group of girls lock eyes with you and widen them simultaneously.
âJinnie. I think you have some fans.â You said, a smile appearing on your face as they slowly made their way over. You helped them get over their hesitation as you waved them over.
âWe wonât bite!â You giggled.
They came up to you and seemed to struck to speak.
âI-Is thatâŠyou and Hyunjin?â
You chuckled. âYeah we were going to go public soon, but they were trying to figure out how to break the news that Hyunjin was dating a staff memberâŠbut I assume a lot of you have peeped something out. Especially since weâve been together over a year now. The only reason why weâve decided to disclose at all is because you guys are so intuitive. Stay should the new FBI.â You joked. The girls immediately eased up and Hyunjin bowed to them, giving a slightly sloppy smile.Â
âCan we get a picture?â One of the girls asked, you looked at Hyunjin but the girl corrected herself. âWe meant like..with⊠both of you? You guys are adorable together!â You felt your heart almost burst at your first supporting fans of you and Jinnieâs relationship.
âBaby are you good to take a picture?â
He nodded- in a seeming state of almost complete soberness and posed happily for a few pictures with you and the stays.
âAre we allowed to post this?â One of them asked meekly.
âI would wait until JYP releases an official announcement of our relationship. But after that of course.â You dig in your purse and pull out a few photocards. âHereâŠI think Chris andâŠSeungmin signed these ones. And this one is⊠Binnie!â You said handing them the cards. âBabyâŠcan you sign the cards too?â
Hyunjin nodded and signed the cards, and you heard one of the girls gasp in surprise.
Hyunjin still had the onion ring on his finger.
âJinnie! Why the fuck-frick do you still have the onion ring on your finger?!â You asked in complete shock, correcting yourself in front of the girls.
âBecause weâre married? Duh.â He said in complete seriousness. He bowed to the girls politely and then came up with force. âRemember when you post to caption Y/N as my wife. Iâll even let you take a picture with the rings too.â He nudged your shoulder, provoking you to stick out your hand as well, and the girls looking at each other with slight giggles as they all snapped pictures of your and Hyunjinâs hands.
Once they were finished they waved goodbye they scurried off in the opposite direction.
You let out a big guffaw. âI really hope you remember this Jinnie.â
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âY/N? Why is there a picture of my hand with an onion ring going viral on social media?â
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GIVING THEM A FLOWER CROWN!~ âȘ
notes: aha⊠not my normal content! The alien stage brainrot has gotten to me and there is NOTHING for this fandom đ
characters: Mizi, Sua, Till, Ivan, Luka, Hyuna
warnings: light curing, cringe but who gaf, not proofread
You carefully weaved the red flower stems together, fingers gently tugging on the petals to perfectly secure the crown. You examined your work, satisfied with the quality of your labor. You got up from the grassy shade you were sitting under and looked around for your s/o, whom you finally found in the cafeteria, sitting alone in a secluded corner munching on something to their liking.
Her eyes immediately brighten when seeing you hehe
She stands up from her spot and slams her hands onto the table
âY/N! Guess what!! Theyâre letting me have sweets!! Itâs just this once but still! Would you like some?â
To which you happily nod your head, letting her feed you a spoonful of strawberry shortcake.
âIsnât it good? Ugh itâs amazing!â Mizi sighs happily, licking the frosting of her spoon.
âEverything all good though?âÂ
You fiddle with the petals behind your back, slightly nervous.
âWell, I have something for you, close your eyes!â
Mizi goes âđČâ to âđâ
She patiently waits for you give present her with whatever it is
You place the delicate crown onto her awaiting soft hands.
She blinks open her eyes and a bright smile adorns her pretty lips
âI- For me?! Really?! Oh wow!! Itâs so pretty!â She gasps excitedly, her index finger hovering over the red petals barely touching the soft skin.
âHow did you know these were my favorites?!â Mizi asked eyes wide
âHeh, well youâve mentioned it to probably anyone who would listen, and they are the only flowers that grow freely in here,â You giggle, which a soft blush coats her cheeks.Â
She whispers a soft âoh..!â đź
You took the crown and place it on top of her pink hair
âSo pretty, my princess,â you teased lovingly
She thinks something happened by the way you just speed past everyone straight to her lmao
â..Where you looking for me? Sorry, I shouldâve told you where I was headed,â Sua softly said, wiping the corners of her mouth politely.
âEverything alright?â
To which you wave her off, saying simply âI just needed to see you,â which makes her feel all mushy nâ loved ><
âNow! Close your eyes,â you playfully demand, which Sua obeys.
You take her hands and hold them out open for the crown
And then placed your creation in her palms
âOkay- open now!âÂ
Sua blinks her eyes, surprised at the sudden gift, a soft smile settles on her lips
âItâs so very pretty, y/n, thank you,â Sua beams, placing it upon her head.
âHow do I look?â She asks
You look BEAUTIFUL Sua đ„č
You smile back at her, âStunning as ever! Red is such a pretty color on you Sua.â
She then places a soft kiss on your cheek.
âIâm afraid I donât have anything else to give you in return, I hope this will suffice for now,â Sua cheekily whispered.Â
âYeah, that took a lot of my time and energy so Iâm gonna need a few moreeeee đâ
Currently gouging little sandwiches down his throat lmao
He was scarfing it down like a starved man probably was âčïž
Youâre unsure if he hears you or is simply in sandwich heaven because he isnât responding to you calling his name âTill, Till, Till, TILL?? TILL?!?â
âTILL?â You almost yelled, tapping him
His head frantically shot up and distraughtly began choking and coughing.
Which youâre freaking out bc you though you just killed him somehow
You aggressively pat his back, flower crown long forgot on the floor lmao
His coughing fit calms down, and a tear slips down his red face.Â
Just kill him now, he CANNOT look you in the eye after you just witnessed that
âTill?? Are-Are you okay?? Sorry- I didnât mean to, scare you? Are you okay?â You awkwardly rub his back
âFine.â He grunts out
He awkwardly clears his throat, fixing his gaze on the floor
âSo um, didja uh, need anything..? Or something?â
âOh yeah! Um, well I have you something, if thatâs okay,â
Till blushed at the thought that you cared enough to give a gift to him
âOkay! Close you eyes!â You beamed
you bent down and picked up the crown.
He thought of every possible outcome it could be- his imagination likes the idea that the gift was a kiss >.<
Which has Till beet red, awaiting for a kiss that never came
âAlright- open your eyes!â
He peeled open his eyes, settling them on the flower headpiece you made
He was unsure what you had meant by this
Like?? You want me to wear it?
âWhat do you think? Hm?â You peered
âY-you made this for me eh?â He awkwardly asked
You nodded as he took the crown from your hands and gave it a good look
âItâs very, ah, pretty..? Thank you y/n,â he gave a smile to you, putting the crown on the table
You softly frowned. âYouâre not going to wear it?â
Oh Till wish he would have just shut his mouth-
âWHAAT? No!! Of course I am?! What the hell are you talking about!?â He scrambled to find something to say to make you happy again
Till aggressively put the crown on top of his head
âS-SEE?!â Till nervously yelled, causing a few heads to turn
You giggled at his reaction, oh he was so cute :3
âIâm glad you like it Till, mwahâ you placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth
Till rn: đłđŠ
Basically heâs broken yk
âOkay- Iâm leaving now byeeeee!~â knowing what you just did left him a mess
âOut looking for me so soon?â He teased
âOh hush would you,â you playfully snapped back, sitting beside him.
Ivan curiously leaned to see what you were hiding behind your back-
Which you leaned back further so he couldnât heh
âAbababa!- No peeking, youâll see soon enough,â you grin
Ivan dramatically sighs and sits back, waiting for what youâll do next
You exhale âAlrighty, close you eyes,âÂ
Which Ivan did as you told
After a few times of peeking his eye open to annoy you just a bit
You grabbed his hands and opened them flat, and then put down the crown upon them.
Ivan opened his eyes and made a â:oâ face
He moved the crown around, looking at all of the intricate braidings you did
â..Itâs lovely, thank you y/n,â Ivan grinned
He installed it on top of his head, making sure itâs secure.Â
âNow, did you make this all special for me?â He coyly asked, already knowing the damn answer đ
You scoffed, you felt your face warming up at his teasing
âYouâre so annoying..âÂ
Ivan rn:Â Â :3
âYes stupid, I made it just for you, because I love you. Happy with that answer?â You mocked lovingly.Â
Ivan was kinda caught off guard at your honest answer tbh
His face was dusted with a glowing crimson, and eyes slightly widened
âMn, good,â he softly smiled âI love you too,âÂ
He pressed a soft kiss to your hand and offered to make you a crown in return :)
(Luka + Hyunaâs parts doesnât take place in Anakt Garden đŁïž)
He was aware of you nervously tip-toeing around him, and he was rather curious to what youâve been hiding
âSo, what is it hm? What is it you donât you want me to see?â
And you were kinda like ?!
You thought you were being sneaky, huh
âWell ah, Iâm not hiding anything-â âReally?â âNope,â âThen why are you so nervous, hm?â Luka continued to press
He was soo annoying like this, ugh
You sighed, leaving the room for a moment and returning with something behind your back
Lukaâs brows raised expectantly
âI wasnât sure if youâd like it so ah,â you fiddled with the crown nervously.Â
Luka could be very condescending and belittle your feelings, and just be a jerk yk
Which was a totally valid reason to be scared to give him a gift you made!
âItâs silly but um, here, I made this for you,â you said handing him the flower crown
Lukaâs expression was unreadable, which kinda stressed you out more
Luka placed the crown on his head, âWhat do you think, hm?â He asked
âItâs rather suiting for the prince, donât you think?â He mused, his purple fingers tucking a piece of your hair out of your face.
âMy star, donât be shy to spoil me with gifts, I wonât reject you yâknowâ
You all felt silly and embarrassed :> heh
â..mm right,â
âWhen did you even have time to make this?â He asked curiously
âWell, my âownerâ is less strict then yours,â you scoffed âIâve been bringing good money nâ popularity with my photoshoots and other gigs . It apparently values âself expressionâ , heh, so it let me wander a bit.â
Luka hummed in acknowledgement, continuing to play with you hair
âIâll get you something pretty next time,â
She was like all stressed out because the gang was supposed to have already left the area and you werenât anywhere to be seenÂ
Sheâs looking around everywhere for you, and Aliens and androids are starting to figure out what was happening- a raid
Right before sheâs about to go rouge and take the motorcycle
She sees you running towards her đ Which she lets out the deepest sigh out ever
She takes your hands and drags you into the jeep
Dewey slams the gas and everyone speeds off, luckily without anyone being caught
Nooow⊠as for what happens when you guys get back at base
She so pissed LMAOO
I mean she has every right to be upset, you done fked up dawg đ§ââïž
She scolding you for going off the plan and wandering off- especially during a raid!!
âWhat the hell were you thinkinâ huh?! What if they caught you? You wanna be forced back into that life?! Hyuna yelled, gripping onto your shoulders
You could only try to defend why you did it, but it would only fall to deaf ears
You knew she was right, and what you did was stupid- but you havenât seen those kinds of flowers in what seemed like forever!
They were like a strange comfort, an odd memory of âhomeâ
You also could see how overwhelmed Hyuna was by everything recently, the main plan was getting ready to be in motion
You thought you could give her the flowers, hopefully brightening her mood somehow.
âI really am sorry Hyuna, I just had to get it!â âGet what? Get what hah?â Hyuna pressed
You sighed and pulled out the squished flower crown from your bag
Hyunaâs eyes slightly widened as she watched you
âI found them, the flowers from the garden,â You paused. ââMade it for you, Hyuna,â
She paused, slowly taking the crown and touching the petals,
He shook her head softly.
âYouâre ridiculous you know that,â she scoffs, her lips curling into a soft grin
âUnbelievable, really, no sane person literally risks their life for flowers, babes,â
You smile âHeh, I donât think anyone here is sane,â
She leaned forward to place a lingering kiss onto your forehead
âI really am sorry yunâ,â You whispered
âItâs done now, please donât do that again though. I canât do this without you y/n,â She smiled at you
âI donât think Iâve seen these since we left? I didnât even know they grew out here!â Hyuna laughed
erm sorry for the cringe .. đ§ââïž also sorry for the shortness of Miziâs + Suaâs đ I had a brainfart w/ them
Made Nov 6th 2024
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xx. dog days are over - t.w.
pairing: female driver!reader x toto wolff
word count: 6.2k
warnings: cursing, toto being a mess, discussion of injury, mentions of a car accident, some tension between team principals, age gap relationships, teasing, slight angst, mostly real fluffy shit hehe, yadayadayada
a/n: ummm.. how did we get here? well.. this is the last chapter of my baby :â) i really hope you enjoy the ending! i really am so proud of this series and what is to come! <3
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a muffled voice floods your ears.Â
blinking, your lids open, weighed down by this heaviness.
thereâs a buzzing pain in your skull, muscles searing with a fiery sensation, burning as you prop yourself up. your helmet is off, tossed approximately three or so feet away.Â
Ëâșâ§âËâĄËââ§âșËâ©âË.ââŸââșââ§Ëâșâ§âËâĄËââ§âșËâ©âË.ââŸââșââ§Ëâșâ§âËâĄËââ§âșËâ©âË.ââŸââșââ§Ëâșâ§âËâĄËââ§âșË
you pant for just a moment, shaking your head as the air billows into your lungs. the action pours life back into you, leveling your racing thoughts, your blurry field of vision coming into focus.
alex hovers above you, concern plastered across his features as you stir, coughing slightly.
âwhat the fuck happââ
his arms are around you, bringing you tightly against his chest. sobs wrack his torso, his head buried in the crook of your neck.
âholy fuck. h-holy fuck.â
âalex,â as you blink, your line of sight falls on your crumpled car, how the metal curled against the barrier, pieces scattered all around, littering the asphalt, âw-what happened?â
âthere was a crash,â his voice is eerily quiet, âiâm not quite sure how it happened or who caused it, but you came flying towards the barrier. you rolled a few times. you were unconscious when iââ
another cry rings out, the driver burying his head in his hands. carefully, you squeeze him against you, âdid youââ
youâre cut off as the medics jog up to the scene, an ambulance parked close by.Â
âare you okay?â
âyeah!â you nod, âiâm fine.â
âweâre going to have to transport you to the nearest hospital,â the paramedic kneels to your right, âeven if you show no signs of external injuries, we would still like to transport you. make sure that everything checks out.â
âdo i have to?â you arch a brow, âi feel fine.â
âitâs just a precaution,â the paramedicâs voice is light, laced with a gentleness, âletâs get you on the gurney.â
âcan i come with?â alexâs voice sounds to your left.
âdonât you have a race to finishââ
âiâm coming with,â alex repeats, his tone hardened. he rises to his feet, offering you his hands, âcome on, letâs go get you checked out.â
âwhat about james?â you press, accepting his gesture, âwhat about your points? the fia? alex, you could get in so much troubleââ
âitâs one race.â he scoffs, helping you onto the gurney, âi think i can face the repercussions of leaving one race. iâm a big boy, i can handle it. besides, iâm your emergency contact. i need to be there with you. whoâs going to call your parents? toto?â
toto.Â
oh god.Â
you eyes dart towards the pits, desperately searching for that mercedes logo. yet, itâs too late, as the paramedics start to haul you into the ambulance, alex following in suit. he clambers into the back end, taking your gloved hand into his.Â
âyou have no idea how fucking scary that was.â
âwell thatâs the perk of being a bad bitch,â a giggle bubbles up in your throat, âand you know what that perk is?â
âyou canât kill a bad bitch,â the corners of his lips tug upward, fighting a smile.
âwhat about your phone?â you nudge the driver, âhow are you going to get ahold of everyone?â
âsimple,â he leans back, his head resting against the equipment, âonce we arrive at the hospital and get you situated, iâll use their phone to call lily. iâll tell her to ask for access to my driverâs room. youâre lucky you left your phone with mine.â
âwe can thank james for that,â you exhale, your body relaxing as the medic slips a pulse oximeter on your index finger.Â
the adrenaline was beginning to dissolve, crumbling away to pain. sharp, aching, pain. the paramedic senses your shift in demeanor, clearing his throat.
âfeeling some pain?â
âyes,â you wince as you adjust in the limited space of the gurney, âall over.â
âanywhere specific?â
âmy neck,â instinctively, your hand reaches upward, rubbing the sensitive area, âi would say itâs a six out of ten there. the rest of my body is more like a two out of ten. i figure itâs just from the impact?â
âexactly,â a chuckle flows from the paramedicâs lips, âalthough this probably isnât your first crash, and it wonât be your last, that pain is normal. especially from an impact-related injury. youâll probably ache for a couple of days.
weâre mainly going to get you in for a ct scan. make sure youâre not bleeding anywhere internally. theyâll probably run a few other tests. iâm not the doctor, but iâm sure you have a concussion.âÂ
âwill they keep me overnight?â the inquiry tumbles out, heart racing as you the anticipation builds, the paramedic sucking in a breath.Â
âthey probably will. just for observation.â
âgreat,â you fold your arms across your chest, a pout forming, âhow am i supposed to give insight on my near-death experience if iâm stuck at the hospital?â
âdonât worry,â the paramedic shoots you a wink, âi could keep you company if you need it.â
âand she has a boyfriend iâm calling as soon as we get settled. heâll be more than happy to keep her company.â
the iciness in alexâs tone takes you by surprise, the driver glaring daggers across the gurney. the paramedic shoots you an inquiring glance, earning a shrug from you in response.Â
âwhat can i say? heâs right. and this man is probably losing his shit right now because he canât be here with me.â
although your tone was lighthearted, in your heart you were well aware of the truth.Â
the team principal was more than likely seconds away from losing his shit, barely maintaining his composure.Â
and who knew how much longer he would keep it together before cracking completely.Â
Ëâșâ§âËâĄËââ§âșËâ©âË.ââŸââșââ§Ëâșâ§âËâĄËââ§âșËâ©âË.ââŸââșââ§Ëâșâ§âËâĄËââ§âșËâ©âË.ââŸââșââ§Ëâșâ§âËâĄËââ§âșË
âtoto!âÂ
lewis hamilton pushes through the mass of mercedes crew, âtoto!â
although there was much to celebrate today with the conclusion of the race, the british driver was well aware of the harsh reality.Â
the team principalâs mind was nowhere focused on the team, his drivers, nor their accomplishments.Â
he picks out the large stature of toto wolff, the team principal pacing back and forth, george situated in a chair, a hand holding his chin. thereâs no clear emotion across georgeâs face, but there is a haze of pure and utter fear swathing the team principal, strings of curses flying from his tongue.Â
ânot doing too hot, is he?â lewis clicks his tongue.
ânot at all,â george mutters, shaking his head slightly, âpoor bloke is driving himself mad over here. iâm afraid heâs going to start a reign of terror over at the haas paddock.âÂ
âwho caused the accident?â lewis arches a brow, licking his lips.
âhĂŒlkenberg,â george tuts, rolling his eyes, âit was a complete accident, really. toto has only reviewed the footage a hundred times or so in the last hour. he thinks it was on purpose, but really it was just a mistake. we know it happens all the time.â
âwell,â lewis begins, a sly smirk forming, âwhen his precious angel is involved, it was no accident. hey, lover boy!âÂ
toto swivels on his heel, bearing a tight-lipped frown, âwhat?â
âany updates on your babygirl? do i need to drive you over to the hospital myself? we can storm in and demand her room number.â
âalex texted me about half an hour ago,â george answers, fishing his phone from his pocket, âsheâs getting some tests done but we should be able to visit soon.â
âyouâre going?âÂ
âwhy wouldnât i?â george shrugs, scrolling along, âthatâs my future teammate. i want to make sure sheâs okay.âÂ
âaww georgie,â a chuckle rumbles in the driverâs chest, âare we all going to become besties? a little trio?â
âwell your days here are numbered,â george counters, âwe wonât be a trio for long.â
âjust because iâm going to ferrari doesnât mean i canât be your bestie,â lewis puckers his lips, âso, whatâs the word? are we going to the hospital soon or what?â
âyouâre coming too?â totoâs voice from behind startles the driver, earning a flinch.Â
âholy shit!â lewis clutches his chest, âyou about gave me a bloody heart attack!â
âyouâre not the only one today,â the team principal inhales sharply, âiâm just shocked i kept it together throughout the debrief.â
well, that was not necessarily true.
although george had managed a podium, lewis in p4, toto was visibly distressed. his shirt, normally wrinkled after the chaos of a race day, seemed even more disheveled, his hair a haphazard, fluffy mess. even his piercing, eagle-like gaze was filled with nothing but anguish, an anxious, darkened hue.Â
his voice shook throughout the entire post-race debrief. he could barely formulate coherent responses while he was interviewed by the various media outlets. during the press conference, you could just tell that he was nowhere on this planet, his attention barely present throughout the entirety of the event. when asked about the williams driver, the team principal short-circuited, completely shutting down any and every reporter that came near. he even cussed out a journalist who inquired about the driver, asking if he knew her current status.
it was very clear that the team principal was on the brink of a complete breakdown.Â
but lewis was not going to mention that.
not the time nor the place.Â
which, not like he could really blame his boss.Â
he loved that girl, oh so dearly.
and to watch, completely helpless as she barreled into those barriers? holding his breath as alex held her unconscious body, pleading for the medic? with there being no communication regarding her condition as they hauled her away in the ambulance, how was he supposed to feel?
without a doubt, he would be a nervous wreck, pacing violently back and forth.Â
or curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing.Â
âis she even allowed visitors?â georgeâs brow furrow.Â
âif not iâll just pull the âiâm lewis hamilton and very famousâ card,â lewis waves a hand, âitâll work like a charm.â
âare you going to fuck a nurse while youâre at it?â george teases, springing to his feet, âwell, i am going to have carmen make arrangements for a ride to the hospital. alex says that sheâs doing okay. lily is already there with him. he said he would give us more details when we arrive. are you riding with me or toto, lew?â
lewis shifts in place, turning to toto, âhow are you getting there?â
âtheodore is driving me,â the team principal shoves an arm in his jacket, glancing at his phone, âheâs going to be arriving in a few minutes. i do not care who you ride with. you can come with me. it is up to you.â
the british driver bites on his lip, chewing at it momentarily, âwell, i guess iâll ride with you, toto. you look like you may need some company.â
âwell then,â the team principal lets out a shaky breath, âletâs get going. iâm not doing any further press conferences, team meetings, or events this evening. it will all have to wait.â
âlook at you,â lewis whistles, following his team principal and fellow driver as they stroll out of the garage, making their way through the paddock.
âeveryone, everyone! make way for the knight in shining armor! heâs on his way to save his damsel in distress at the emergency room!â
meanwhile, at the montreal sacred heart hospital, a driver sits in her bed, fiddling with the fabric of her sheet. two visitors hover in the chairs beside the bed. one flips through the stations on the television, the other scrolling through her phone.
âyou have no idea how terrifying that was,â a voice pipes up, trembling slightly, âi was so scared that it was a lot worse than it really was. when alex pulled you out of that car, i swear the entire circuit was holding their breath.â
âi thought i was going to start throwing up in my helmet,â another voice chimes in, âi have never had that much adrenaline in my life. i think that was one of the few times my body was truly in fight or flight mode.â
âthank god you didnât start running away,â you fight a yawn, the exhaustion slowly creeping in.Â
or was it the muscle relaxers? you couldnât quite tell.Â
the entire crash was a blur. there were no minute details, as it all just was just one big foggy, blobby, mess in your brain.
the only thing you could remember were the memories of toto as you flew through the air, propelling towards that barrier.Â
once you were all settled in your temporary room at the hospital, alex filled you in on what occurred.Â
from what he witnessed, he stated that nico hĂŒlkenberg of haas had a malfunction with the car, causing him to start viciously spinning out of control. unfortunately, you were an innocent victim, as his car hit yours with such a violent force it sent you rolling. nico was able to regain control of the car before crashing out, leaving you as the one who suffered at the hands of the haas engineers.Â
the fia was not going to punish nico, as it was not intentional.Â
which, was fair. you could understand that. it would have been a completely different story if he was trying to overtake and pulled a sketchy move. unfortunately, it was just the dangerous aspect of life as a formula one driver.
you were going to crash the car. sometimes more than once in your career.Â
even if it was not entirely your fault.Â
however, there was nothing more than you wanted than to get behind the wheel of a car. your car, and finish the race.Â
too late for that, though. far too late.
it was nearing nine p.m., and visiting hours were going to conclude here soon.Â
since alex was at the top of your emergency contacts list, he was granted access to stay the night with you. which, you didnât mind. he had been extremely gentle with you since the crash, tending to your every need.Â
he had lily bring all of your favorite treats, packed your trusty stuffed animal, and even ensured that all your jewelry was safely tucked away in your overnight bag.Â
additionally, he called your parents for you, explaining the series of events between the start of the race and up to the moment you were wheeled into your room. although everything had checked out, they wanted to keep you overnight for observation.Â
after all, it wasnât everyday you were colliding into a rigid surface at nearly one hundred miles an hour.Â
approximately five minutes ago, you received a text from toto stating that theodore was pulling up to the entrance of the hospital. lewis was with him, carmen and george about ten minutes behind them.Â
although they had left around the same time, somehow toto had gotten there first.Â
you almost didnât want to know how fast the car was going.
âyou should have seen the way i was tearing at the car,â alex remarks, putting his hands behind his head, âi felt like goddamn superman.â
âhe sure was,â lily lets out an airy giggle, âspeaking of which, where is yourââ
âguten abend,â an oh so familiar voice interrupts, thick with the accent you adored so dearly.Â
your head swivels towards the entrance of the room, toto standing in the doorframe. in his hands is a bouquet of flowers, a bag slung over his shoulder. the moment your eyes meet, he softens, his lower lip quivering.Â
âand he brought a friend!â lewis chirps, poking his head out from behind the team principal, âhow are you feeling?â
âtired,â you blink, face scrunching into yet another yawn, âthey gave me some muscle relaxers for my soreness.â
toto crosses over to the bed, pulling up a chair. placing the flowers on the nearest table, he sets his bag on the floor. although the actions were simple, it felt like minutes until two hands found yours, bringing it to his lips.Â
âich hoffe es geht dir gut. die blumen sind nicht die besten, aber sie reichen aus.â
âmir geht es nicht so gut,â waves of drowsiness crash over, your head meeting the pillow as toto chuckles, kissing each one of your knuckles.Â
âzumindest hast du medikamente und gute freunde.â
âich liebe dich,â you whisper, tears welling up as he leans over the bedrail, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.Â
brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you swear you can see the hint of a sparkle in his gaze as he gives you one last kiss on your temple, trailing down to your cheek, âund ich liebe dich.â
âdo we have the right place?â a new voice sounds from the entrance.Â
before you drift off, the muscle relaxers sucking every last bit of energy, you make out george walking in the room, carmen giving you a slight wave as the world around you fades away.Â
so much for visitors.Â
however, the bunch remains perched by your side, conversing among one another as you doze off. toto remains as close as possible, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb, murmuring strands of hushed german.Â
lewis canât help but watch, his heart swelling at the pure, genuine love bursting in the team principalâs stare.
in that moment, you could have sworn toto was gazing at the stars.
âare her parents coming?â
georgeâs question is a pressing one, as this was something that had been on lewisâ mind as well. surely her parents would come, right? if his child was recovering from a gnarly crash, he would want to be there.
âno,â alexâs voice is thready, âher parents are still in the process of obtaining their visas. they are not able to make it, unfortunately. that is why iâm her first emergency contact in situations like this. toto is second on the list, actually.â
in the corner of his eye, lewis notices toto perk up, straightening in his chair, âw-what?â
âiâm not shitting you,â alex focuses his attention on the team principal, âyouâre second on the list. she had it changed recently.â
âthatâsââ toto begins, shock painting his features as he scrambles to formulate some sort of response, âi-i never would haveââ
âi hope iâm not crashing the party.â
a new voice interjects, timid as it carries throughout the space.
glancing over his shoulder, at the sight before him, totoâs heart skips a beat.
there stands james vowles, hands shoved in his pockets as he leans against the doorframe. totoâs stare darts towards the clock, eyes squinting as he makes out the pointed direction of the clock hands.Â
8:54 p.m.Â
only six minutes until visiting hours were over.Â
âno,â alex purses his lips, âcome join us! the more the merrier.â
james saunters over to the bed, carefully selecting a place between alex and lily, closest to the wall. toto could sense the waves of anxiety radiating off the team principal, how his muscles were wound up tight from tension as he folds his arms across his chest. he swallows a lump in his throat, swaying slightly as he hovers behind alex.
hmmph. what a pussy.Â
âhelloââ a nurse pokes her head in, eyes widening at the large group, âoh wow! i was not expecting so many visitors! i was just popping in to remind you all that visiting hours will be wrapping up in approximately four minutes or so. those who are not immediate family will have to leave until the morning. the hours will resume at eight am.â
âis it okay if i stay?â alex pulls up his sleeve, exposing a wristband, âiâm family.â
âof course!â the nurse chirps, âthose who do not have wristbands will have to leave. if you guys need anything, please let me know. i will be back in about ten minutes to make sure that everyone who is not family has left the room. itâs not theâ oh my god. is that lewis hamilton?â
âindeed,â lewis waves, flashing a wide grin, âiâm just here visiting my friend.â
toto canât help but roll his eyes as the nurse strolls over to the driver, a dusty pink hue tinging her cheeks, âis it okay if i get a picture?â
âof course!â lewis winks, âwould you like a few? george can take them.â
âhere we go,â george mutters, earning a chorus of laughter from the group, âsure, iâll take them.â
as the three head over to the farthest corner of the room, toto wipes his palms on his pants, âi should probably head out then.â
âwait,â alex sticks out a hand, leaning over to dig through his bag, âi have something for you. they gave us three wristbands for the family. lily and i both have one, and she asked that i give you the other. youâre more than welcome to stay with us tonight. iâm not sure where youâll sleep, but iâm sure we can ask for more pillows.â
âoh,â heat rises in the team principalâs cheeks as alex hands him a wristband, âare you sure?â
âshe wouldnât shut up about you,â lily adds, âshe told us that if she fell asleep, she hoped that you would be the first person she saw when she woke up. she wants you to stay. we want you to stay.â
âall right,â his focus shifts towards the bed, where his golden girl was sleeping oh so peacefully, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, âiâll stay.â
âwe should probably get going, though,â carmen murmurs, glancing at her phone, âvisiting hours are over. iâll corral the two brits over there. weâll probably be back tomorrow.â
âsounds good,â alex dips his head, âthank you for coming. iâm sorry she wasnât awake long enough forââ
âdonât apologize for that mate,â george swiftly cuts off alex, placing a tender hand on his shoulder, âwe wanted to come. besides, itâs always nice to see you.â
âit is always nice to see my boyfriend,â a chuckle flows from alexâs lips, âsee you guys. thank you for stopping by.â
âof course,â george wraps an arm around alex, bringing him in close, âweâll be back in the morning.â
âbright and early,â lewis brings a hand to his mouth, yawning, âletâs get out of here. iâm beat.â
âsee you two tomorrow,â toto tuts, âyou better get some good rest. especially you, george. no celebrating with the lady.â
âyeah, yeah,â george scoffs, waving one last goodbye to the group, âsee ya!â
as the three exited the space, james runs a hand through his hair, âi guess itâs my turn to go, yeah?â
âyou can stay a little longer,â alex shrugs, âiâm sure that nurse wonât mind. after all, she got her photos with the lewis hamilton. iâm sure her mind is other places.â
âactually,â toto begins, clambering to his feet, âjames, i need to speak with you. out in the hall, please.â
james shrinks in his stature, âo-okay.â
as the two make their way out of the room, toto can feel his heart race, thumping against his rib-cage as james shuffles behind him. blood roars in his ears as he comes to a halt, bringing the team principal to a waiting area, settling in one of the chairs. james faces him, exhaling as he crosses his legs, his hands resting on his knee.Â
this was the pivotal moment of the season.Â
the defining moment in which determined totoâs success for the years to come.Â
not only the success of the team, but the preservation of their reputation.Â
this would be the start of contract talks among the two team principals regarding the release of the williams driver, where she would sign to mercedes for the 2025 season.Â
all he needed was that blessing from james.
those few words that would give him the approval that he was desperately aching for.Â
âsurely you know what this is about.â
james forms a tight-lipped frown, âi do.â
âand what are your thoughts?â toto leans back, allowing james to take the floor.
âas much as i want her at williams until 2026,â jamesâ voice is nearly a whisper, âi know where her heart lies. she wants to go to mercedes, where she will be by your side. and you know, i have had to face the hard facts that i cannot stop her. she is going to do everything in her power to get to you. sheâs made that very clear with me.Â
and you know, i have had to do my own thinking about what is best for the team. if she is not happy with us, that is not ideal for the team as a whole. sheâs unapologetically herself, and i know that she will speak out against us if she stays here. she will start to resent me, the williams name, and even start to resent racing. even the thought of driving a car will start to leave a bitter taste in her mouth.Â
i donât want that. she is an exceptional driver. one in a million, actually. i have never quite seen such drive and desire to win in someone that young. sheâs the best fucking driver on that grid and iâll be damned to see her lose that fire burning within. i donât want to be that person to quench those flames. so, toto, here is what i am going to tell you.â
he pauses, catching his breath before continuing.
âyou have my blessing. we can start those contract talks. you have to promise me one thing, though.â
âwhat is it?â toto presses, cringing at the desperation dripping in his tone, âiâll do anything you ask, james.â
âthat you will take care of her. no matter what. if you two decide to end things romantically, you have to promise me that you will still look out for her. she has a good head on her shoulders, but she is her own worst enemy. she will lash out at the media, get violent with other drivers, and worst of all, doubt herself. i need you to be the person who will lift her up. always.â
james, you have no idea.
âi will be,â toto sucks in a breath, âi will be that person who loves her unconditionally. no matter what. even if things do not end well between us, i will be that person who will continue to support her and lift her up when she needs it. that is my job as the team principal. and you know i try my best to do a damn good job at that. james, i have a question for you.â
âand that is?â he raises a brow.Â
âdo you have any idea of how much i love that woman?â
james tsks, shaking his head, âi have seen the interview with sky sports. iâve seen the way you look at her. i think i have an idea.â
âwell then,â toto leans forward, sticking out his right hand, âare we good then? i will probably contact my assistant and have her start drafting the necessary emails. we will get the ball rolling.â
james reciprocates the gesture, his hand interlocking with totoâs, shaking it, âwe are good. i will keep in contact with you. i have full faith in you, toto. i know you will take care of her. i just have this fatherly instinct when it comes to her. i hope you can understand. i just want what is best for my american girl.â
you and i both, james.
and she will thrive at mercedes. without a doubt.
âjames,â the corners of his lips curl into a meek smile, âi can promise you that i will give her the best and only the best at mercedes. i can promise you another thing.â
âand what could that possibly be?â for the first time in weeks, toto heard laughter erupting from the team principalâs throat.Â
âi can promise you that i will make her a world champion. she will be the 2025 world driverâs champion. and she will be the world champion in the years to follow. i will do everything in my power to ensure that she gets what she deserves. thereâs no doubt about that.â
âœàŒș sunday, june 30th, 2024 àŒ»âŸ
âgolden girl! look who we brought!â
turning your chin, you glance over your shoulder to see george russell and lewis hamilton walking towards you, lewisâ hands cupped around his mouth. behind them is toto, donned in his sunday uniform.Â
âwho said that you could call me âgolden girlâ?â placing your hands on your hips, you canât help but giggle as lewis pulls down his shades, rolling his eyes.
âi thought it was a universal nickname, my apologies!â
âthat nickname is reserved for the one and only torger wolff,â sticking out a tongue, you gravitate towards the team principal, feeling his arms envelop your frame.
youâre showered with kisses, his mouth roaming all over your head and cheeks, âgood afternoon, my love.â
âhi baby,â rising on your calves, you graciously accept a chaste kiss, lewis and george curling their lips in disgust.Â
âplease get a room.â
âno, seriously. thereâs places in the paddock for that.â
âare you ready for today?â totoâs mouth hovers by your ear, voice soft.Â
âof course,â you nod, âi was born ready, remember?â
today was the infamous austrian grand prix, hosted at red bull ring. fans from all over swarmed the stands, pumping their fists and raising the dutch flag, in favor of max verstappen. additionally, there was a plethora of mercedes fans, as this was totoâs home race.
although you had yet to officially announce your departure from williams, the contract was signed. all you had to do was verbally state your intention to race for mercedes at the start of the 2025 season. which, you were holding off that announcement as much as humanly possible, even if the media generated dozens of speculations with each passing day.
in the weeks since montreal, life was nothing but a blur, the days blending together.Â
there were several lengthy flights, a brief visit back home in the states, a few days in monte carlo, and most importantly, time spent with toto.Â
since you suffered a concussion in canada, you were grateful for the two-week period between montreal and barcelona. you were given adequate time to recover without feeling the need to rush back into racing.Â
although you were anxious to get back behind the wheel again, toto urged you to take it easy.Â
so, you did, taking your mind off racing for a while and flying back to arizona for a week. toto accompanied you, where you got to show him around your hometown, introduce him to your parents, and even give him a taste of that good olâ american lifestyle.Â
at first, your parents had their reservations. however, your predictions were correct. once they met the austrian, they were wooed over by his charming personality and witty humor. the two of you were able to discuss your move to mercedes. which, resulted in the three of you holding each other, tears in your parents eyes as they profusely stated over and over again how proud they were.
your father was over the moon, as he knew how driving for mercedes was a lifelong dream of yours.Â
and thanks to toto and james, you were able to achieve it.
the second you were discharged from the hospital, toto had arranged for theodore to pick you up. from there, you were taken to the airport, where you hopped on a flight to brackley.Â
upon your arrival to the mercedes headquarters, you were met with the williams team, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you began to connect the dots.Â
toto was able to get jamesâ approval. which meant that you were able to begin contract talks.
the negotiations only lasted half an hour, as the team principals sorted things out amongst one another while you were in the hospital. of course, you questioned the fiaâs involvement in the matter, as they had made it clear they were to be present during the meetings.Â
yet, toto and james informed you not to worry about a damn thing, as they had discussed matters with the fia prior to your arrival.
so, all you had to do was sign the papers. check the boxes when needed, initial here and there.Â
once the contract was finalized, you were surprised by george and lewis, the two of them embracing you so tightly that you were sure you broke a rib or two. additionally, you were introduced to mick, who was absolutely starstruck by your presence.Â
although there was the setback in montreal, there was still much to celebrate.
you were still the leader of the pack in terms of the driver standings, max and lando not too far behind. even after recovering from your nasty concussion, you were able to pull off a barcelona win, sharing a podium with lewis.Â
part of you wished that you, george, and lewis could all share a podium together under the mercedes name.
yet, that was not possible.
besides, lewis was already bound to join ferrari. george would remain with you at mercedes, with mick as the reserve driver. lewis promised that the three of you would still remain close, even if he was in that unforgettable ferrari red.Â
you were well on your way to making history as the first female world driverâs champion.Â
and god, did that leave such a fucking sweet taste in your mouth.
âif i win your home race, will you come and kiss me on the podium?âÂ
âweâll see about that,â thereâs the glitter of amusement in his mocha depths, his dimples forming as his grin widens, âi donât know if our pr teams could handle another mishap like monaco.â
âthat was not a mishap,â you counter, âthat will go down as one of the most unforgettable moments in f1 history.â
âperhaps youâre right, my love,â taking your hands into his, toto intertwines your fingers together, âyouâre going to be careful out there, right?â
âright,â you affirm, âiâm going to be oh so safe.â
âunless she wants to overtake kevin again,â george whistles, âweâll have to watch for that.â
âgood thing iâm pole,â you roll your eyes, âshouldnât you guys be heading back to the paddock? weâre going to start soon.â
âyes,â lewisâ head turns, focusing on the track, âwe should probably get going. i just wanted to make sure that loverboy got a kiss before the race.â
âwell thank youââ
âall right people!â jamesâ voice floats through the garage, âitâs go time!â
âoh shit,â you exhale, âi really have to go.â
âgood luck, my golden girl,â toto leans in, pressing one more kiss on your lips, âi love you.â
âi love you more,â you canât help but feel heat burning in your cheeks as george and lewis snicker, making kissy faces, âiâll see you on that podium for that kiss soon, yeah?â
âyou bet,â toto squishes you against his chest one final time, âi have to go, my love. see you soon!â
âsee you soon!â you nod enthusiastically, zipping up your suit, âgood luck lew! good luck out there george!â
âwhereâs my american girl?â james inquires, searching wildly for you as you enter the garage, âi need my american girl!â
âiâm here!â you raise a hand, âi was just getting my good luck kiss.â
âoh god,â james lets out an exasperated sigh, âwell come on, we gotta get a quick debrief in before the race.â
before you know it, youâre behind the wheel of your car, gliding onto the track.Â
easing on the gas, you sail towards the pole position, the rest of the grid lining up in their respective positions behind you. the lights on the track gleam red, signaling that the race was merely minutes from starting.Â
as the crew gathers around your vehicle, swiftly prepping in that thirty second period, you canât help but feel your heart rate escalate, adrenaline beginning to pump through your veins. clicking the visor down on your helmet, your body tenses, anticipating that final light. that final signal before itâs lights out in austria.Â
swallowing the lump in your throat, you hum under your breath. itâs a simple tune, really, a song by florence + the machine.Â
the dog days were over.Â
you had truly braved the worst of storms in the past few weeks, from a terrifying crash to the revelation in monaco. you were dealt horrid hate comments, bizarre headlines from the tabloids, and the falling out of a friendship with someone who cared so deeply for.
but here were you, despite it all.
on your way to win yet another grand prix. another event to add to your personal history book.Â
another milestone for the woman referred to as americaâs sweetheart.Â
thereâs a beat of silence before the final light flickers, the roar of engines deafening.Â
âand the austrian grand prix is underway! perfect reaction time for the american girl! she is off to a magnificent start! will she make history yet again?â
in seventy-one laps time, you would have that answer.
but for the time being, you were going to savor the moment. the thrill of it all.Â
and for now, that would be enough.Â
racing was never in the cards.Â
but fuck, were you oh so elated that you ended up here, behind the wheel of a williams car, destined for greatness.Â
the american woman who made history as the first female world driverâs champion.
that had a nice ring to it. a real nice ring, actually.Â
abu dhabi could not come soon enough.Â
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Closer And Closer
Note || as requested by many, here is the sequel! This was a ton of fun to write đ€Č
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<(Previous Part)> <(You are here)>
Sypnosis || With your new friend in hand, you begin earning some unexpected honestyâand new understandings.
Once, there was a dream. Sometimes it would recur, coming back to you in the encroaching depths of your mind no matter how much you wanted to stop dreaming this very same dream. It was always on and off, how it can always come backâlike a nightmareâjust how can one describe it?
People can forget their own dreams long after they wake up, lest they be lucky to want to write down the dream. So you were one and the same, the trepidation always sneaking upon you, like an approaching danger that will never fail to make your nerves stand on end.Â
âMommy,â You tugged at the hem of the womanâs dress, a baby trapped within a limited consciousness; yearning for love, curiosity and just always wanting to be around your parents. Itâs natural and in nature for a young child to always want their parents. âWhy are you gonna be gone for so long?â
Oh, that sweet, sweet voice. How adorable could you be? The woman just looked down upon your small form with a smile, so very reminiscent of motherly love. Only a mother could bring a kind of peace like that to their child, the woman thought. She crouched down to your level, patting the crown of your head with a gentle hand, so very gentle as you remember her even gentler heartbeat. A voice came from her mouth, words carried with a saccharine tone. âMy little sweet apple pie, it is only a work trip!â She giggled, then wrapped her arms around you and held you close. Causing you to giggle as well, laughter so joyous even the woman holding you now couldnât help but feel such joy because of you alone. âIâll be back before you can say Poppies!â
You look up at her, strangely the womanâs face was misty, enshrouded by black shadows. As if reality didnât want you to see her, your own mother. Still, a smile remained upon your face as you nodded at the woman. âHehe! Okay, mom.â
Slowly you blinked, the world suddenly began disappearing from sight, the environment twisting upon your peripherals.Â
âWhat?â
You groan audibly, cursing to yourself under your breath. âOf-fucking-course.âÂ
Slowly, You remember where you are now. A hand comes into your view and holds you steady, a very familiar one.Â
âDonât get up too quickly, you will get weary Angel.â His voice warns, it still seemed so strained and worn worse for wear. Just what kind of things had Catnap done to DogDay? Perhaps you shouldnât worry about it, something like that is a very personal thing to ask about, no doubt.Â
You coughed, pounding on your chest as you slowly rose awake. Your companion had been waiting calmly for you to collect yourself, but that had made him a little worried as he winced when you coughed. Slowly enough, you ease yourself into standing with DogDayâs help, all that jumping and landing seriously hurt your body a great deal. No wonder you were exhausted as hell right now.
Right, no time to worry about that now. It was time to be more worried about what to do next, âDogDay, you think you can handle being carried around by me in that state?â You asked with an airy tone, you didnât want to be too loud and accidentally attract any nearby toys who are under Catnapâs influence. DogDay slumped for a moment, most likely still very worn out from probably the way he had been hanged. He let out a heavy sigh, feeling everything coursing through him, he was very much here and alive.
He always had been continually reminded of this very thing.
Reminded of Catnap.
âNo need to worry about me, Angel.â Your companion spoke, his fur ruffling about in his movements. You probably were gonna have to do something about that later, DogDay sorely needed some cleaning up. âI am tougher than you think.âÂ
It seemed his words carried a half-hearted weight, carrying no affirmed meaning to them. You looked at DogDay incredulously, clear as night and day that you knew this well; worn out, tired and cramping for a plan to end the Prototype. Youâve never gotten a good look at the Prototype, only a few times you have gotten a good look at the Prototypeâs handâthere must be a whole body from beyond the shadowâs.
Awaiting, no doubt terrifying too. But, you dealt with adrenaline rushes and terrifying monsters from the moment you stepped foot into the abandoned Playtime Co.Â
âAh, well, just tell me if anything is bothering you.â You nodded at him, patting down your clothing, the dust falling in your wake. DogDay was quiet for a moment, taking a hand-step back as he looked around at the environment once more. He was considering something, considering how to go about the next phase of the way.Â
âNo safe places here, nothing good.â For a moment, you swore that you had seen his mouth contorting into a frownâthough in every Smiling Critter, they always are smilingâSo this was completely new, different somehow. âMy apologies Angel, safe places are rare to find.â DogDay sighed, he in a sense was habitually instinctive to keep his loved ones safe; going so far as to make sure they have a good sleep. Even if it meant at the cost of his own health.Â
He cared deeply for his friends, but they were gone now. Catnap was someone he could not recognize anymore, that wasnât his friend.
DogDayâs only focus was making sure you are alive and safe.
Something of which is admittedly difficult to do, knowing all the horrors that had occurred in Playtime Co. but it wasnât too troubling for someone like you. DogDay was glad for you about that, impressed even that you had managed to survive thus far before you had met him.Â
You patted his head, causing him to look back at you. âNothing to apologize for! Everyoneâs just⊠a little too crazy nowadays.â You mutter, walking over to a dusty pile and finding a tape. There seemed to be thousands of these tapes all around the Factory, some of which you couldâve sworn recording yourself.Â
Being a former employee for Playtime Co. is one thing to say, but being an engineer was a different process. You were only involved in the works of designing and constructing, not once had you ever really got hand in hand with actually building things. But you were highly proud of the work you had done and completed alongside your fellow co-workers, looking back on it now⊠all it had done simply saddened you.
How it seemed to be the way that the toys seemed to be so lifeless, once so full of joy, love and empathy for everyone in this place all together.
You wouldnât mind turning back the clock and doing good for once more, the right way this time. When everything was said and done, the toys you came across were well justified in their anger for being abandonedâbut you werenât looking to be on the top list of being killed either. Considering how you had gotten lucky apparently by quitting the day before your co-workers had all disappeared.
Getting through this place was no trouble, you remember some good places of this Factory like the back of your hand. Huggy Wuggy, Kissy Missy of whom is his spouse, was rather different to the likes of the tall-blue furred beast. Rather inconceivable in behaviors, Kissy Missy was a perturbed ally, one you didnât expect. All the toys you met so far, (save for Poppy, and Kissy Missy) had full intentions to kill you from going any further.
This Factory is a whole goddamn amalgamation of mysteries you werenât sure you wanted to solve anymore. Let alone having any trust in every being you come across now too, how disturbing must this get? You sure as hell werenât Elliot Ludwig.Â
âI simply wish I could be of more help.â DogDay recounted with a mournful tune, breaking you out of your thoughts and consolation. You frown at him, wanting to offer comfort: the words could not come through. He shuffled around to begin looking for things too, but now something had crossed your mind.Â
You still couldnât piece together almost everything between DogDay and Catnap, some things he had said back at the heretic altar had stuck with you. Until now it was dismissable, out of sight and out of mind you supposed. Though you recounted some thoughts that had warmed you in ways you didnât expect, at first meet he already was of great characterâsomeone you truly wanted to be around.
The repugnant smell that had always seemed to be invading your senses was gone now, this particular area was an untouched one. âDogDay⊠do you mind if I ask you something?â You spoke, stepping over the rubbish and noting the sound footsteps that echo in your wake. Donât walk too much, this area may be empty but it didnât mean that Catnap wasnât watching. That cat was terrifying to you. Permeating nightmares had run endlessly through your mind, and his gas before when calling back on previous close counters with the obsessed follower of the prototype were far too close.Â
Continually he had gone about looking for anything that may be of assistance to you both, still he had spoken in reply, âAngel, I will answer anything. You deserve as such.â DogDay recounted, noting what he had said to you before you fell to the slumbers of sweet, sweet sleep.Â
Cool, cool cool⊠that was dandy and nice of him. You just werenât sure how to articulate the very question that lays burning in your mouth, for fear of the fact you might be gazed upon with ranicid and covert questioning, like an ornery old bitch. Pointedly you stepped around the rubble, in turn you came across an old set-up, as if there used to be children here. A blanket laying upon the ground and the ravaged pillows, still in condition that you could say that was okay to be recycled for use. Still quite in a-okay position to sit down on, waiting for DogDay to finish scrambling around.
âSo,â You began, lacing your fingers together and intertwining them purely out of your nerves spiking in your body as of right now. âWhatâs⊠the deal between you and Catnap?â Abruptly, at those words, his very being felt as if he tensed up. You couldnât read him right now, suddenly incomprehensible to understand.Â
âI suppose you should know about it, in order to really understand Catnap.â He motioned, steadily crawling over to where you sat. âCatnap was someone you could get along great with, quiet and not much of a talker, but actions speak louder than words Angel.âÂ
Then, there was a lapse in his words; DogDay was doing his best to keep himself steady and calm. He certainly couldnât allow himself to fall apart in front of you, that is not very leader-like of someone such as DogDay.
âOh, his actions spoke so much more for him than one little word.â He nodded, laying his head upon his crossed arms. DogDay had made himself comfortable as he shifted to a proper position. âBut, things happened. Very bad things.â You were albeit surprised he was willingly sharing such information with you, as personal as it would appear.Â
Still, you had remained muted, this was something that could conceivably help you in dealing with the nightmare cat later on. âSomething had happened to him, something I wasnât aware of. Angel, he.. wasnât the same Catnap. He wasnât my friend anymore.â Now, you could understand this well.
You yourself never had a good trade off within all your relationships, no matter what kind of relationship it was⊠be it; platonic, romantic, friends even! Humans are odd and sometimes indescribable in nature, but it simply has always been this way. But friends change, sometimes partially and even supernaturally.
In DogDayâs case, it was gruesome and religious. Catnap by no means was someone to act fool with, something you could pick out with merely just from first impressions. In passing, this was no offense whatsoeverâpersonally that cat looked scary as hell.
âAll my friends just,â Then, DogDay allowed himself to breathe again once more. âI wouldnât wish it even on my own worst enemy.â
âThe Prototype?â You snorted, shifting your weight from one end to the other as you gave him a benign quizzical look.Â
âAngel.â
âI'm messing with you!âÂ
You waved him off, then put your hands in your lap. It was oddly endearing in how you behaved, the normalcy around here is rare, DogDay would admit. âSo it seems, Prototype is his god. I donât understand every detail, but The Prototype saved him.â He beckoned, recounting the mention of the Prototype from not even two minutes ago.Â
âSo Catnap began viewing this, Prototype as such?â You finished for him, tilting your head. Your companion nodded, lifting his head to recover proper eye contact with you.Â
âPoppy, the rest who are on your side want nothing more to end the terror of the Prototypeâs reign. Come to save me Angel, I thank you so much for that.â Honesty was a fickle thing for DogDay since recalling recent events, but had it come to you? The fearless dog didnât mind.Â
âOh itâs nothing to be thanked for,â You grin at him, ever so slightly. But heâll take that, âYou were in so much pain. Thatâs a position no innocent person, or toy deserves to be in.â
DogDay had to consider this for a moment, so much consideration had been done lately. Yet, it was all done to simply understand the chaos underlying this factory, no doubt it had caused a lot of trauma (to many in this place) alone. âYou're right about that, Angel, I suppose I had gotten too comfortable in all my reckless decadence.â Willfully, he was well aware of his actions as a leader. Some of which he had questioned why he had made them.
Your hand on his ragged-torn furred head had snapped DogDay out of his conscious thoughts, âWe all deserve peace, that means you too DogDay.âÂ
You were right.
It seems there are still many things to be learned.
âYou are far too kind to me.â He sighed, leaning into your hand. You never moved your hand away from him.Â
âThough we should probably get you cleaned up.â That sentence alone suddenly broke the comfortable atmosphere, still much rather comedic however.Â
âRight,â DogDay barked, as if he really was laughing. His whole body shook, it was rather a wave of happiness. Something he had not often felt, it had almost shocked him a little. âI believe they would have some bandages and towels nearby, water too.â Your companion then noted it would most likely be at a medical station somewhere.
You raised a brow at this, causing DogDay to nod with an air of laughter about him as he spoke once more whilst you had hoisted him over your shoulders. âI worked with children quite more often than not, you would be surprised at the amount of things that happen during playtime Angel.â
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#poppy playtime x reader#dogday poppy playtime#poppy playtime#x reader#Iâm I using Angel too much? seems in-character for him to keep calling you that.#aughhh I love this fluffy boy
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in moments | spencer reid x reader
a/n: little thing i wrote today maybe intended for longer series, not super edited (sorry hehe). trying to get back into the habit of writing with this new side blog. send me any requests if you'd like <3
wc: 1.9k
warnings: fem reader, use of she/her pronouns (reader), shy!reader, early seasons shy spencer, just pure fluff (for now)
There wasnât a shadow of a doubt in anyoneâs mind that the BAU changed when you and Spencer seemingly arrived at their doorstep out of nowhere â both of you young and bright-eyed, but an undeniable force together, a wealth of intelligence. But sometimes â especially in moments like this â the team wondered how either of you managed to function in society up until now. Everyone is watching curiously, trying and failing to hide their amused smiles behind their coffee cups.
Youâre nervous. They see it in the way you fiddle with the hem of your sweater behind your back, the way you squeak out your words like youâre afraid of them. If anxiety were personified, itâd look incredibly reminiscent of you. Spencer isnât any better. From the base of his neck to the tips of his ears, every inch of exposed skin is visibly tinted with a cherry-red hue, and his eyes continue to fixate on everything, everywhere except your face.Â
âHow are they even getting anything done right now? They look like theyâre both about to throw up,â Emily mutters.Â
Morgan nods, âMy money is on both of them having nervous breakdowns in the next ten minutes.âÂ
Penelope tries her very best to swallow her laugh, but her efforts prove to be futile as a giggle manages to escape from her lips anyway. She quickly coughs and covers her mouth with her fingertips in an attempt to stifle it, but to no avail. Both you and Spencer hear it and glance over with adorably similar facial expressions, brows tightly knitted together and a hint of a pout gracing your lips.Â
When youâre only met with silence, you tilt your head questioningly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âNothing, nothing! How is it going over there? Did you guys find anything?âÂ
âYeah, actually. Spencer thinks that the Unsubâs location can be narrowed down to these specific neighborhoods given the pattern ofâŠâ As you turn to look at Spencer, you realize youâve made the greatest mistake in your life. Itâs as if every possible nerve ending you have in your body surges with electrical current, and you swear you can feel your heart pumping from the middle of your throat. His eyes meet yours, and heâs closer to you than you remember. Was he here the whole time? You have the sudden urge to crawl under the desk and stay there for as long as you can get away with it.
Do his lips always look like this? Has his hair grown out since yesterday? Is he furrowing his brows?
You realize that you havenât spoken in what must be at least thirty seconds. Spencer would know how long. You feel even worse. Â
âGiven the patterns in where the victims were found.â you finish quietly.Â
Spencer swivels his chair to face the team and continues with his explanation, but you can barely hear him as all of your thoughts focus on the fact that his leg is now pressed up against yours. Youâve come to the natural conclusion that your brain is no longer functional anymore, your career is over. Maybe if you beg on your knees, Hotch will let you take a sick day?Â
âAlright, letâs send smaller teams out and cover all possible locations, see what we can find,â Hotch announces from behind you. As he begins assigning pairs, you breathe out a sigh of relief. Now, youâll have at least a few hours before you have to face Spencer again, and hopefully, by that point, all of the residual awkwardness of your stumble will be completely obliterated from everyoneâs memory.
âAnd (Y/N) and Reid, youâll take the last of the locations. Letâs debrief here once weâre done.âÂ
As you stare at Hotch in disbelief, you swear thereâs a very, very faint hint of a smile on his face.Â
Youâre going to kill him.Â
~*~*~
Spencer reads through the case file for the millionth time since getting in the car with you. Thereâs really no point to it; you and everyone else knows he has an eidetic memory, he only had to read it once. If you asked, heâd lie and tell you he does it to pass the time or to just fill the silence with the sound of pages turning. But he thinks he really does it so that he doesnât have to hear himself stumble over his words trying to talk to you.Â
Itâs torture, being around you. Youâre pretty and smart and nice and so wonderful, and if he thinks about it for too long, it hurts his head. Spencer wants to be around you all of the time and simultaneously none of the time â itâs an unsolvable equation, and he hates it. Itâs torturous.Â
Even so, he knows his best days are always spent with you.Â
Most of your shared time is inevitably spent dissecting the neverending influx of cases received by the BAU. But every once in a while, there are times scattered between the chaos. Sometimes itâs the early mornings before anyone else has arrived, and the both of you drink your coffees together in comfortable silence. Sometimes itâs the late nights spent sitting at your desks across from each other with hot takeout and tired eyes. In these moments, both of you can talk about the books youâve been reading recently, the best classical music composers, or your favorite episodes of Doctor Who, without any hesitation or uncertainty. Perhaps the delirium of sleep deprivation gives you courage, or maybe itâs just that both of you feel safer in the quiet, when the world feels a lot less overwhelming and all of your focus can be devoted to one another. Regardless, itâs what Spencer looks forward to the most, above all else.Â
So, he tries.Â
He clears his throat, âD-Did you know that Carlo Lorenzini, the guy that wrote Pinocchio, was said to be obsessed with the human nose?âÂ
âReally? Huh⊠I wonder what the origin of the obsession was, yâknow where it came from.â
And for just an instant, the anxiety has subsided, quickly replaced by a much stronger, fluttering from the depths of his stomach.Â
âNot sure, but sources say that he frequently wrote about noses in his earlier stories, so whatever the cause was mustâve been prior to the 1880s, when Pinocchio was published.â
You hum in acknowledgement, âHave you heard about the Pinocchio Paradox before?â
âThe one created by Peter Eldridge-Smithâs daughter?â
âYeah, I think her name was Veronique. What do you think of the possible solutions?â
While he thinks of an answer to your question, he also thinks about how seamlessly you manage to fit into the fragments of his mind. Heâs never felt more seen than when you glance over at him, when you think he canât see you. Youâre perfect in a way that feels whole and complete to him, as if thereâs nothing else he could ever want or need. He thinks about all of this, and much, much more.Â
~*~*~
âDo you want a cup of coffee?â Spencer asks. He begins to rise from his seat, rubbing his eyes tiredly.Â
âY-Yeah, sure. Iâll come with you though, I think I need a break anyway.âÂ
Itâs late, everyone else has gone home. All of the fluorescent, overhead lights in the bullpen are off, both of you opting to turn on a few of the surrounding desk lamps instead.Â
You donât particularly like the dark, especially when itâs this late into the night. The walk to the kitchen feels a lot longer this way, your path being guided only by the residual light coming from the streetlights outside.Â
Thereâs a sudden crash to your left, and you yelp, jumping towards Spencer.Â
âSorry! Sorry, that was me. I accidentally kicked a box of files I guess someone left on the floor, it knocked into one of the desks.âÂ
âNo worries! Itâs okay. Iâm just,â you sigh, âIâm just a little bit afraid of the dark.âÂ
As your adrenaline levels steadily return to baseline, youâre suddenly hyper aware of how your entire body is quite literally pressed up against Spencerâs side, your hands gripping onto his forearm for dear life. But just as you start to loosen your death grip, you feel Spencerâs fingers searching for you in the dim moonlight.Â
Every thought youâve ever had, every bit of information youâve ever learned escapes you in a single breath as he intertwines your fingers with his.Â
His voice is just barely above a whisper, âIâm a little bit afraid of the dark too.âÂ
Both of you walk the rest of the way to the kitchen in complete silence and at an incredibly slow pace, as if even the sound of your soles against the linoleum floors would ruin this moment. You almost want to keep the abrasive lights of the kitchen off as you finally walk through the doorway with Spencer in tow; you know that the very second you flip the switch, youâll have to let go of his hand. Itâs not realistic for him to keep holding your hand, you chastise yourself. How would he even make his coffee if youâre holding his hand hostage?
You turn the light on. The alternative would be standing in the dark and you couldnât think of a reasonable excuse for doing so quickly enough.Â
A beat passes, your eyes adjust to the sudden change in brightness. You look down, and to your surprise, Spencerâs still holding onto your hand. Worse, heâs rubbing slow circles into the back of your hand with his thumb. I will never recover from this, you think.Â
âD-Do you still want coffee?âÂ
âNo, not really,â you respond. With how your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest, you really donât think itâd be a good idea for you to consume any more caffeine.Â
âMe neither,â he trails off. His eyes are glued to the floor as if heâs afraid to meet your gaze, as if itâll make you realize with sudden clarity that itâs his hand youâre holding and youâll pull away.Â
âAs you become drowsier, adenosine accumulates in the neuronal synapse and binds to the respective receptors located in the synapse of specific central nervous systems neurons causing further drowsiness,â you ramble.Â
âAnd caffeine is an adenosine receptor antagonist.â
âExactly, and knockout mice studies reveal that itâs specifically the adenosine A2A receptor which is a member of the G-protein coupled receptor family.â
âInteresting. Even though you only have one PhD, having it in biology seems to be proving pretty useful,â he smiles.Â
âYeah. I mean, itâs gotten me this far, wait what do you mean only one?â
âDr. (Y/L/N), you realize I have three, right?âÂ
âDr. Reid, please shut up.âÂ
You make him feel safe.Â
âOkay, sorry,â he giggles, âCan you please tell me more about caffeine?âÂ
And because he asked so nicely, because he smiles at you the way he does, you tell him more. Itâs nearly the middle of the night, but youâd still stay up and you would tell him everything you know, as long as he continued looking at you with his soft, brown eyes.Â
You both talk about everything and anything either of you think of, all while holding each other in the palm of your hands.Â
The next morning, he sits even closer to you. Luckily, itâs slowly getting easier to talk to him without losing the ability to form coherent thoughts, but itâs still hard sometimes. You still get nervous when he looks at you. You can still feel the butterflies flapping against the walls of your stomach, especially when he holds your hand underneath the desk.Â
Both of you think youâre being subtle, but everyone notices. They pretend they donât.
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a message from the bulletin board | cardinal copia x gn!reader
summary: the ministryâs bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week â a lonely hearts ad.
content: 9k words, gn!reader, slightly suggestive at times, first date/first kiss shenanigans, sad lonely awkward cardinal fluff, you know the drill
Masterlist â Ao3 link
You ignore the knot of people in front of the bulletin board.
As much as the whispers and giggles garner your attention, someone else attracts it even more. Cardinal Copia, red cassock, red biretta, arms filled with two boxes worth of files and papers, is trying to push the door to his office open with his hip under a swell of Italian curses. Certainly, his hip swing is impressive on most days, especially on stage, but today it seems more like a helpless, uncoordinated bumping that the door is fighting with every ounce of its wooden strength.
Evidently, heâs struggling.
âGood morning, Cardinal, do you need a hand?â
His eyebrows shoot up when he hears your voice and he stops dead in his tracks, slowly turning his head until he catches you standing right behind him. Despite your announcement, he visibly startles, nearly dropping the boxes in his arms.
âOh, eh⊠yes, if you could open the door for me, Sibling?â
âOf course.â
With your hand on the knob, you watch as he hurries inside of his office, wheezing under the weight and dropping the boxes onto his desk with a dull thud that echoes loudly in his mostly bare working space. Apart from books upon books strewn across and around his desk as well as an old weathered couch, there hasnât been any love put into decorating the space. You wait patiently for him to turn back around to you, a hint of red dusting his cheeks when he finally does.
âThank you,â he squeezes out, trying very hard to swallow his heavy exhales. âI carried them here all the way from the archives. Long way, you know, even for myâŠâ He holds up his arm, flexing it exaggeratedly. âMy strong, powerful muscles.â
You giggle and he perks up in delight, eyes wide and shiny. âNo problem, Cardinal, I can imagine theyâre very heavy.âÂ
You smile at him and he smiles back, so sweetly, and youâre momentarily at an equal loss for words. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, down the prominent bridge of his nose. He brushes it away with a leather-gloved hand and you canât help but stare as he wipes it clean on the heavy fabric of his vestments, shaking out his fingers once heâs done. You canât look away as they flex and release, flex and release. Theyâre surprisingly long and so⊠nimble.
Copiaâs violent cough startles you awake and youâre not sure if itâs his own nerves that make him clear his throat, if his overexerted lungs are protesting or if he caught you staring. Either way, you feel your own cheeks getting hot now, the moment of hesitant silence slowly transitioning into a gooey sort of awkwardness.
âSo, ugh⊠I better get back to my own duties,â you say. âLots to do, spring cleaning and all that.â
He nods. âYes, yes, you are busy, of course. Such a busy little bee. Bzz bzz. Hehe.â
You awkwardly giggle back, trying hard to think of a clever joke. Maybe something that has to do with stinging? But before you can settle on one, the time for a witty come-back has stretched thin and so you just awkwardly wave at him, mutter a âsee you laterâ and close the door.
With your back pressed to the wood, you let out a deep exhale, the butterflies â or bees â in your stomach making it very hard to breathe at a normal pace. Once youâve recollected your wits, you notice that the hallway is still as busy as before, maybe even busier.
Like lions gathering around an animal carcass after days of starvation, what feels like half the abbey has been flocking to the big rectangular corkboard. You cannot possibly imagine what would warrant such intense interest. The most exciting messages on any given day are unusual sex requests, the invitation to a weirdly themed party or a call for applications to a particularly intricate sex ritual to honour the Dark One.
You push through the crowd to check whatâs causing the repeated giggling and excited whispers amongst your peers when you spot a pristine piece of paper on the board. Itâs thick, stark-white, shaped like a heart at the top and with pieces to rip off at the bottom that contain a phone number. You squint, move in even closer until you can make out the text â hand-written and in cursive.
I (m, 50) am looking for a partner to spend the rest of my life with. I donât have any preferences but it would be coolio if we had similar interests, so we can have some fun together.
I like: watching movies, playing video games, going on walks, rigatoni, juice, small animals
I donât like: coconut flavour, being barefoot, swimming, touching wet dishes, bullies, dentist appointments
If you think we are a good match I would like to take you on a romantic date. Please call or text me. Bye bye!
You smile at the note but quickly find back down to earth when someone rams their elbow into your side. No one has taken one of the numbers yet, so you assume the excitement is more about the fact that there is a lonely hearts ad on the bulletin board at all than any actual interest in the person. You have to admit, it is a bit odd. Most younger clergy members just use dating apps these days or social media. But the lonely heart in question is fifty, so they may not be familiar with modern methods, and itâs oddly endearing that anyone would go through the trouble of creating such an ad. At the same time, it breaks your heart that someone in the abbey is so lonely that they risk the ridicule of half of the clergy members just to have a chance at finding love.
âWell, there are a bunch of people who it could be,â you overhear someone say. âMaybe one of the older Brothers, a bunch of them are single. Could also be that new bishop who just arrived, I heard heâs a cinephile and walks around the gardens quite often.â
You ignore the whispers of speculation, making your way back through the crowd to return to your duties. Itâs almost dinner time by now and you need to get two more loads of laundry done before then. But even as you sort through piles of habits, cassocks and veils⊠you canât stop thinking about the ad. You sincerely hope the person receives a few serious and not just prank calls. The note did sound endearing and you definitely see similarities. At the same time youâre far too busy nursing your hopeless crush on the Cardinal to actually entertain the thought of dating someone else.Â
You decide to check on the ad again tomorrow, see if anyone took a number, and if not, you could at least save it to your phone⊠just in case.
⊠⧠âŠÂ
Two birds land on his window sill, rubbing their beaks together in a kiss before happily chirping at each other. Theyâre in love, literal love birds, building a nest on the little protrusion in the wall right below his window. Heâs been watching them occasionally, unreasonably envious, as they bring in twig after twig, ready to start their family. From the same window, Copia can make out the spring-filled gardens with their colourful patches of pink and red tulips, bumblebees hurrying from blossom to blossom, drunk on pollen and greedy for more. He can overlook the bright green meadow leading down to the pond, speckled with lush, budding trees. At this time of the day, after everyone finished their daily duties, the grass has almost completely disappeared under a plethora of picnic blankets.
Spring fever, he assumes, has to be the reason why everyone seems to be in love. Couples dozing in each otherâs arms in the shade of the trees, feeding their lovers berries or grapes, taking a stroll down to the pond with their joined hands dangling between them, kissing without pause in the archways of the cool stone walkways leading outside. Just now he spots two Sisters rubbing sunscreen on each otherâs bare shoulders, one of them kissing the other's head before they fall back onto their blanket, giggling happily at each other.
He feels so incredibly lonely.
This has been going on for weeks now and heâs tired of feeling so shamefully worthless of affection. Instead of the arms of his lover, he sinks into his tattered old desk chair and drowns his sorrows in boring paperwork. Not that thatâs going well, but for lack of alternatives, heâd rather do budget calculations than sit in his quarters all alone. Every evening, the spring breeze carries the sound of happy laughter through his windows, usually while heâs playing video games all by himself, but he canât keep them closed if he doesnât want to sweat to death. Besides⊠that same gentle breeze is the only thing caressing his skin as he tries to fall asleep at night and if he closes his eyes, the wind almost feels like fingertips ghosting over his arms.
As he leaves his office that night, he receives another heavy but sadly much expected blow. Almost a week now and still no one has taken one of the numbers from his lonely hearts ad. Of course it doesnât mean no one saved it to his phone, he tells himself, people are shy or they just donât want to date an anonymous person. It has nothing to do with him, they donât even know itâs him. And yet⊠if his dating streak continues so poorly, heâs not sure if he can stay sane for much longer. There are only so many tears you can cry in bed at night before it starts to take a toll on you.
His heart is especially heavy as he makes his way to his lonely quarters. One more day and then heâs taking it down, he decides. No use in waiting any longer now that surely everyone in the abbey has seen his request and the last thing he wants are pity calls.
⊠⧠âŠÂ
âSo, are you going to call the Cardinal?â
You look up from your breakfast plate. Your friend Lily is sitting opposite of you, chewing on a blueberry muffin, and you narrow your eyes at her. âThe Cardinal?â
âThe number in the lonely hearts ad,â she says. âItâs still there, I checked earlier.â
âItâs the Cardinal?â
She nods, popping another piece of muffin into her mouth. âDuh.â
You feel your cheeks heating up and set your fork down to hide the sudden tremor in your fingers. âWhich Cardinal?â
She gives a soft groan of annoyance. âBabe, there is only one of the Cardinals who would ever hang up such a goofy thing. Now, will you call him?â
Copia. She knows about your⊠slight infatuation with him. And despite being kind and not teasing you too much, it was just a matter of time until the occasion popped up. If he is looking for a serious partner⊠maybe itâs too late for you soon. The ad has been up for days and while youâve been toying with the idea of calling, you just havenât found the courage yet.
You continue eating, trying to act casual, but it takes you three attempts to pick up a stray piece of cucumber from your plate. âHow do you even know itâs his number?â
Lily takes a deep breath, setting the muffin down to ready herself. âSooo, Michael wanted to call the number to check who it is, right? Well, turns out his girlfriend already knew itâs the Cardinalâs number and his girlfriend is Sister Jill who knows it from Sister Mary who is roommates with Sibling Jessie who works with the treasury and their colleague Brother Paul works as the Cardinalâs assistant two times a week and thatâs how he has the Cardinalâs number for emergencies.â
âOh.â
âYes, oh. Now, will you?â
Eyes on your empty plate, you bite your lip until you can taste blood. Itâs Copiaâs number, the number of your crush of about six months now, and heâs looking for a partner, unspecified. Thatâs⊠big news, intimidating news, news that calls to an action youâre not sure youâre prepared for.
Glancing at Lily, you catch her smirking at you and promptly give her a scowl. âI donât know. What if he already got better options?â
She cocks her head to the side. âBetter than you? I doubt it.â
âYouâre biased because youâre my friend.â
A shrug. âYou should try. Whatâs the worst that can happen?â
âHe could be disappointed.â
âHeâs more disappointed if no one calls,â she counters.
âYeah butââ
You stop yourself when you see Nora, Lilyâs girlfriend, approaching the table. Her arms wrap around Lily from behind as she presses a loud, lingering kiss to her cheek, both of them giggling.
âYou scared me,â Lily says, turning around for a proper kiss.
âSorry, love, but I canât leave breakfast without my sweet treat.â
You avert your gaze, involuntarily feeling like an intruder. Theyâve been together for a few weeks now, sickeningly adorable. Lily had been pining after Nora for months, a little bit like you with the Cardinal, only that she eventually found the courage to ask her out. To see her bravery being rewarded like that makes you incredibly happy for both of them. But at the same time⊠you have rarely ever felt your loneliness so sharply, the heaviness of your unreciprocated crush such a weight on your shoulders.
You know that if you want this to be you and the Cardinal, then thereâs only one real answer to her question: You have to reach out to him.
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Heâs ready to toss this day into the trash bin already and he only just got up.Â
Last night, after tossing and turning for hours, Copia fell asleep only to promptly land in a hysterically embarrassing dream that made him jolt up whimpering like a kicked dog and hiding his face in the pillow. Bringing himself close to suffocation, he finally realised that he had not actually stumbled right in front of you, spilling juice all over his robes, scrambling to get up only to slip in the puddle by his feet, falling onto his butt with a high-pitched cry. You had been standing there motionless, watching the spectacle unfold until you turned around to leave.
This is the reaction he would expect, should he ever actually find the courage to ask you out. However, this is highly doubtful, because upon walking to his office half an hour later, he catches you with a group of friends. He often sees you with them â attractive young Siblings, evident chemistry between all of you, and every week he suspects a different one to be in love with you. He recognizes the two Sisters he saw from his window earlier this week. One of them presses a loving kiss to the otherâs cheek and he wishes he could just walk up to you and do the same.
His heart hurts. No matter how much kindness you extend to him, youâre a beautiful young soul who could never be romantically interested in an aging loner. Copia is not disliked per se, he gets along with pretty much everyone, but he struggles to build meaningful connections. Between working his butt off to satisfy the clergy and spending time on his mostly solitary hobbies, itâs hard to meet people. He had to actively put himself out there but neither online dating nor any of the singlesâ events Terzo sent him on brought any results â only what the young Siblings call getting âghostedâ or âbenchedâ.
His ad is his last chance. And even that failed miserably.
As he ponders his options, your eyes suddenly meet his and he swears youâre smiling. Then you lift your hand in a cautious wave. For a second, heâs too scared to wave back because there are people around him, all of which could be your target. Your hand sinks after a moment as your smile slowly straightens and he suddenly knows that you do mean him. He lifts his hand far too excitedly in a reciprocative wave. Your smile returns, a shy one, but before he can even think about possibly approaching you, his knees suddenly give out.
No, they donât give out, someone rams a trolly filled with supplies for Black Mass into him. Some of the tall candles roll off the top and clatter to the floor, breaking in half just like his dignity.Â
âOops, sorry, Cardinal,â the Sibling says, scrambling to help him up. âItâs so hard to steer this thing.â
âItâs fine,â he chokes out, the pain in his knees anything but fine. âIt happens.â
âIâm truly so sorry.â
He smiles, a hand on their shoulder now that heâs on his feet again. âIt is okay, eh? No worries.â
When his eyes try to find you again, youâre not there anymore and he canât decide if heâs relieved or sad. He prays to Satan that you didnât see him fall but there is no way you missed it. His dream, if slightly watered-down, did come true after all and perhaps now you wonât want toâ
âCardinal, are you alright?âÂ
Copia, still dizzy and skittish, spins around so hard he nearly stumbles again. He smooths out his now crumpled cassock, the dust he collected on the floor even more visible on todayâs black vestments. In an attempt to retain his dignity, he straightens his spine and looks right into your beautiful eyes. You have a tendency to startle him like that and he wishes he could be more smooth about these encounters.
âYes, yes, Sibling, thank you. It was⊠it was nothing, just a little stumble, eh?â
âAre you sure?â You inspect him from head to toe, your brow creased in concern. âIt looked painful. Your kneesâŠâ
âOh, my knees are fine!â he lies. âI kneel all the time, Sibling. You know this.â Your eyes widen and he continues to stammer. âI mean in prayer. I pray a lot. On my knees. I am a Cardinal, yes? Itâs my job.â
 You nod heavily. âYes, of course.â
âSo, ugh⊠I better just fuck off.â He presses his lips together to keep more silly words from coming out. âI mean Iâll go back to work. â
As he tries to leave, your hand shoots up, squeezing the muscles in his forearm. Heâs not as much startled as enthralled by your touch, so unexpected that he has no time to feel insecure but so welcome that it almost feels natural to have your fingers on his arm. He swears there is a hint of nervousness in your eyes now and despite knowing itâs silly, his heart wants to interpret it as bashfulness.
âCardinal, please. I⊠ughâŠâÂ
You look beautiful from up close. Even if you werenât stuttering heâd have a hard time listening to your words. It seems like you stopped breathing, your cheeks now a sweet shade of rosy, and you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. Eventually, you shake your head and run your fingers over the fabric of his sleeve. He thinks heâs about to pass out, his nerves rising until he can feel his heartbeat all the way up to his neck. Your hand is so gentle, so⊠affectionate.
âIâm sorry, Cardinal. I donât mean to keep you. I was just thinking that I really like the black cassock. It suits you.â
A compliment. His mind is racing. This is not what you really wanted to say, he can tell, but he grins anyway. You like his cassock? Well, you should wait until you see him in a suit. Maybe on a date. He should ask, he realises. This is the moment heâs been waiting for for months now. But as he continues to stare at you his tongue becomes too heavy to form the words, and then your hand is suddenly gone and takes his courage right with it.
âThank you, Sibling,â he says instead. âI also really like your ugh⊠your outfit.â
Only when the words leave his mouth does he realise itâs the same everyday habit youâre wearing all the time. Somehow, the silly compliment still manages to conjure a smile onto your face and so he stops berating himself because he made you smile. The sight stuns him, butterflies erupting in his already nervous stomach.
âIâll see you later, Cardinal,â you say then, your eyes leaving his to glance down the hallway where your friends are waiting, beckoning for you to hurry.
Copia nods and he looks down at your hand in silent fascination, staring at your fingers that are dangling by your thigh without any use as if he could magically make them touch his arm again. âYes, yes. See you,â he mumbles. âBye bye.â
When he looks back up, youâre already hurrying off. Copia stays frozen, his gaze trailing after you as though his eyes are glued to your form. Even when youâre out of sight it takes him a while to start moving, to start breathing again.
Around him, the hallway slowly empties as everyone starts to tend to their respective duties. Copia canât help but feel the nagging disappointment about not asking you out. A chance like this wonât suddenly appear again and even if you refused him it would still be less humiliating than the untouched ad at the bulletin board. He should take it off right now, he figures.
Only when he enters the hallway leading to his office, something looks off about the postings. He notices the change from the corner of his eye at first as he walks past the large corkboard. More party flyers have appeared, someone took down the âdiamond butt plug set missingâ request that had been hanging there since an orgy in the Siblingsâ wing went wrong last month. Instead, Copia notices a large poster promoting condom usage that partly covers the request underneath. Which is how he recognises it.
His ad.Â
And one of the numbers is missing.
Copia nearly lets out a loud squeal as realisation dawns on him like the gentle spring sun rising over the hills every morning, bringing warmth and happiness after a cold, dark night. It seems like Cupid finally answered his prayers, like Aphrodite found sweet mercy for him.
Someone took his number. Someone wants to reach out to him.
For the rest of the day, he feels like he swallowed a swarm of bees, staring at his phone like itâs going to light up any second. Which it could. He could receive the message or call that changes his life any second now. Any second. Any⊠any second.
Nothing happens. Not in the next hour, not in the next two hours. All day, in fact, his phone stays quiet. His initial happiness deflates like a balloon. As he heads towards his quarters that evening, he observes how everyone piles into the dining hall, their happy laughter and cheerful spirits spoiling his usually solid appetite. He hates the sour feeling of envy in his stomach but he canât help but suspect that everyone conspired against him.
Copia decides to skip dinner in order to cry into a big bowl of gelato. His nightmare might not have come true but his brain tortures him with pictures of your smiling face instead, with the phantom feeling of your warm hand lingering on his arm, and he canât help but feel crushed anyway. Heâd sell his soul to come home to you, to eat with you, sit with you, watch silly movies with you, fall asleep with you in his arms and wake up with your smile as the first thing he gets to see every day. It becomes increasingly clear to him that every day he misses out on being with you is a day tragically lost.
If only he was brave enough to change that.
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Youâve been pacing your bedroom for the better part of the evening now, back and forth and back and forth to the point where youâre seriously concerned about wearing down your carpet. The day passed uneventfully apart from your encounter with Copia in the hallway where you made a complete fool of yourself. You would have loved to skip all of the unnecessary fuss of texting back and forth but you barely spoke more than two words to him before you chickened out. Surely, if his interest in you was romantic, he could just ask you out instead of advertising himself on a public corkboard?
In any case, youâve been typing out messages for over an hour now, deleting every single one of them only to throw your phone onto the bed multiple times before picking it back up to risk another attempt.
The reason you havenât given up yet is that Lily knows you have his number now. Last night, when you thought everyone was asleep, you snuck out of your dorm feeling like James Bond with your torch and black clothing, tiptoeing down the empty corridors of the abbey. You didnât want anyone spreading any premature rumors but a part of you was hesitant to take one of the numbers at all. Even if you called him, it wasnât certain that heâd want to go on a date with you.
Still, you ripped off one of the thumb-sized pieces of paper and headed back â only to promptly run into Lily as she snuck out to meet Nora. Youâre never going to forget her self-satisfied grin as she spotted you with the crumpled number between your fingers.
Begging your creative juices to start flowing, you stare at the empty message box. Perhaps you should be funny. You wonder if he knows the Piña Colada song. It is about a lonely hearts ad after all and heâs a musician. You type and type, delete and retype until you end on a rough draft to show Lily when she gets home. But no, upon rethinking, the joke is too silly even for you and thereâs probably a better way to phrase thisâ
âHey, have you called him yet?â
You jump, your heart rate doubling in shock. Lily appears in the open doorway and her voice startles you so fiercely that you clutch your phone to your chest. To your utter horror, the swishing sound of a sent message reaches your ear as your palm connects with the touchscreen, and when you glance down, the bubble with your typed out message sits at the top of your chat history.
âOh no,â you whisper.
âWhat?â
âI sent my stupid silly joke message to him.â
Lily picks your phone from your hands, reading the solitary message from the display. âWell, at least now youâll know if he shares your weird sense of humour?â
You grasp her shoulder and release a deep, throaty groan. Her words donât calm you in the slightest, if anything, they only make it worse.
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Driving Miss Daisy canât distract him anymore.
Every two minutes Copia reaches for his phone to check for any missed texts or calls only to have the gapingly empty home screen staring back at him. He never figured out how to change the pre-set wallpaper. Perhaps he could try again when he has a cute couple picture of him and his future partner. The thought makes him smile. Itâs one of many little things he would change â if they only called.
Despite putting it on vibrate, he doesnât trust the device to inform him of any news. He even carried it to the toilet twice already, just in case something happens while heâs gone. His ice cream doesnât satisfy him tonight, everything feels bland and devoid of flavour, but he refills his bowl anyway. One big spoon and a bit of spray cream⊠and as he walks back over to his bed, he realises that he should definitely check his phone again because this took way longer than two minutes.
Right as he pulls the device out his pocket, it vibrates violently in his hand. For a moment he is so shocked to see a message pop up that he throws it away. It lands on his bed, bouncing a few times, display still lit up with one new notification glaring at him from the centre of his screen.
He takes a deep breath. This is real. He got a message.
No, he canât look at it, heâs going to lose his nerves. A few more deep inhales and slow exhales, then he canât fight the suspension any longer.Â
Hey, stranger :) You donât like coconut, so you probably donât like Piña Coladas, but maybe Iâm still the love that you look for? I would love to go on a date with you, if you are still looking for one.Â
It takes him a second, then another one. The ice cream melts in his bowl as it sits forgotten on the floor next to his bed. Suddenly it clicks and he chuckles, in relief as well as amusement, thinking that he knows that song, that he gets the reference. That means this person is funny. They made a joke. He smiles to himself. A funny person wants to go on a date with him.
He types back, deleting, typing again. After five minutes, he comes up with a reply.
Hello, stranger! đđŒ I do not like Piña Coladas đč but I have many better things to offer if you want to go on a picnic đ§ș with me tomorrow? I will bring food đ„Ș and drinks đ§ of course. Hopefully we do not get caught in the rain đŠđ
He thinks about how he could sign the message but then his nerves start to kick in. If he tells the person who he is, they may reconsider their choice to go out with him and thatâs the last thing he wants. Even if the date doesnât go well, he wants to try his best, so he shoots another message after the first:Â
Oh. It will be a blind date, if that is okay with you?
The next minute is the longest of his life. An eternity passes. He thinks he might have stopped breathing with how tight his chest feels. That is, until his phone lights up and shows the same number again, wringing a deep sigh of relief from him.
Thatâs fine with me. Where do we meet?
The squeal he lets out vibrates in his chest and bounces off the walls.
Heâs got a date. Finally.
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Copia hears his bad conscience somewhere in the back of his mind whispering that blocking the best spot in the gardens all day is selfish. Perhaps it is true, perhaps he feels a little selfish today. And yes, besides feeling selfish he also feels a little guilty. Is it fair to go on a date when he has such a horrible crush on someone else? No. No, itâs not fair. But he canât let another chance at love run through his fingers like sand on the beach. He simply has to grasp this opportunity.
His red-checked blanket lays untouched underneath the tall chestnut tree, its big, hand-shaped leaves rustling in the soft breeze as he approaches. The head of a rat is stitched into all four corners of the fabric â a gift from Sister for his latest birthday â and itâs been sitting here since nine oâclock when he took the liberty of⊠reserving⊠the spot. He picked the north-side of the tree so that the shade falls exactly where heâs going to be sitting with his date in approximately fifteen minutes. If they prefer the sun, he can just pull the blanket over a little, but heâd never forgive himself if they got sunburn because of him.
Copia took the day off, his first day off all year in fact, risking his next employee of the month award to spend all morning in town, running errands. With the end of May and strawberry season starting, he visited every grocery store within walking distance to find the ripest, juiciest ones they offered. He was lucky enough to obtain a small basket filled with the most delicious-looking red fruits and some additional fresh ingredients for his sandwiches. While he was quick-witted enough to ask about his dateâs allergies yesterday, he completely forgot to ask them about their favorite snacks and so heâs decided to just bring anything he could think of that wouldnât melt in the sun.
The basket he packed feels heavy in his hand for that exact reason and when he sets it down on the blanket, he can feel the strain in his arm. The past hour was spent obsessing over his outfit until he decided to just go for the white suit combo. Yes, white fabric near grass and juicy red fruits is not the most brilliant idea, but he wants to look his best and that means going the extra mile, even if he has to wear the tiny, itchy underwear underneath.
His heartbeat is going a mile a minute now. He canât unpack yet, he doesnât want the food to be out for too long, and so he sits and waits, his hands sweaty under his black and white leather gloves. The fact that the gardens around him slowly become crowded as the afternoon rolls around does nothing for his nerves. He can feel the curious glances, can hear the hushed whispers, and as the hour nears, he starts sweating even more despite the shade. If the unanswered ad had been embarrassing, being stood up so publicly would be even worse.Â
And then the most horrifying thing ever happens.
Copia sees you walking along the path, wearing a weather-appropriate, slightly dressed-up outfit that makes his eyes involuntarily roam your whole form. But he canât fully focus on your loveliness. At first, heâs panicking that youâre meeting your friends somewhere close by where you could see him with his date. He would be so embarrassed, so distracted, so uncomfortable. But you walk straight towards him and thatâs even worse. If he has to tell you that heâs busy meeting someone else he might spontaneously combust, explode into tiny particles of humiliation. It would ruin everything, his date and his crush on you. What if his date shows up and sees you with him? What ifâ
Oh no, you donât stop approaching, you donât take a turn, you walk up straight to where heâs waiting â with a hint of hesitation, yes, but very directed steps. Copia jumps up immediately, his black hat nearly falling from his head.
âOh, Sibling,â he stammers, lifting a trembling hand to adjust his fedora. âHello, hi. Are you spending some time outside today as well?â
Your mouth opens and you wring your hands before hiding them behind your back. âHello, Cardinal. I ugh⊠Iâm supposed to meet someone here under the chestnut tree.â
Copia furrows his brow, slowly registering your words. âMeet someone. Under the chestnut tree.âÂ
âYes.â
âOh, Satan. Itâs you?â He stops, stares, comprehends. He sounds incredulous, his voice a higher pitch than usual. âYouâre my stranger?â
You nod, big eyes staring into his mismatched ones in silent expectation, hope and fear muddled together in the crease of your brow. He doesnât know how to react, just rubs his thumb and index finger together as his mind races faster than speed limit.
âIs this⊠is this bad?â you finally ask, breaking the awkward silence.
âNo!â Copia exclaims. âNo, no, no. Please, please sit.â
You do, kneeling down on the blanket a little hesitantly. Copia joins you, still not fully trusting his senses. This feels like a hallucination. His disbelief has to be the only reason he hasnât passed out yet. Is he really on a date with you right now?
After another moment of silence, Copia notices you eyeing the basket and snaps back into reality. His plans, his very detailed plans for how this date is supposed to go, flood his mind and he remembers the first step now. Swallowing his shock, he sits up a little straighter.
âAh, eh⊠yes, I got you something.â He reaches behind the basket and procures three deep red roses he stole from Primoâs rose garden on the way here. Their intense smell hits his nose as he whips them past his face and hands them over. âThese are for you. I hope you like roses. I know it is a bit clichĂ© but also a classic, no?â
âI love them,â you assure him, holding them up to your nose with a smile. âThank you, theyâre beautiful.â
He smiles. âGood, good. Yes. So⊠I thought about what we could do andââ
âCardinal,â you interrupt then.Â
âOh, no. No, call me Copia. Please.â He gives you a shaky smile. âWeâre on a date, no?â
âCopia,â you try but feeling his name on your tongue doesnât make you feel any better. Ever since getting here your bad conscience made it hard to fully settle into this date and with his visible distress upon discovering itâs you, you feel like now is the time to address it. âBefore⊠before we do this, I have a confession to makeâŠâÂ
He hums and wriggles his eyebrows. âOh, really? Well, I would love to see you in confession soonâŠâ
You blush furiously. âOh, no. No, thatâs not what I meant.â
A flash of concern and you can practically see all of his insecurities mirrored in his eyes. Youâre both tiptoeing around the same question, you assume, but itâs on you to take the plunge.
âWhat⊠what do you mean then?â he asks.
âAbout this dateâŠâ His lightheartedness completely disappears. You feel bad for ruining the mood but itâs too late now and you need to get it out, you owe him that much. âCopia⊠It wasnât a blind date on my part. I⊠I knew it was you.â
âYou knew it was me?â he asks and again his features change, eyes wide now. He really had no idea that people knew the ad was his and suddenly he feels like a fool.
âIâm so sorry, I should have been honest from the start.â You stare at his gloved hand but youâre too scared to take it. âI hope you can forgive me for keeping this from you.â
âYou knew it was me and you still⊠you still wrote to me? You still came?â
You furrow your brow. âI didnât tell you because then I would have had to admit that itâs me and I was scared that maybe you wouldnât want to go anymore.â
âMe? Not⊠notâŠâ He shakes his head so fast that his fedora once again threatens to fly off. âOh, tesoro, I would have⊠I would have been on the moon with joy, as they say. Yes, yes, I would have.â
You donât correct him. Instead, an insecure smile settles on your face. âYou know you donât have to say that, Copia, itâs okay if you were hoping for someone else⊠Thatâs the risk of going on a blind date, right?â
He yanks your hand out of your lap, wrapping it up in both of his gloved ones. âTesoro, can I be very honest with you?â
You nod. âOf course you can. Always.â
âI was hoping it was you.â
Your breath catches and steals your next words. The same incredulity that hit him earlier now settles in your chest and you canât find it in you to question him.
Copia immediately fills the silence. âI never⊠I never thoughtâŠâ You watch his Adamâs apple bob up and down, a nervous swallow, before he wets his lips. âTesoro, you were always very good to me. I always saw your kindness, you understand this, yes? Donât get me wrong, I just⊠I never thought you were interested in me like this. In such a silly old man.â
You have to giggle through your nerves. âI love that youâre a silly old man.â
He smiles shyly. âYou are very sweet, tesoro.â
âIâve actually had this crush for a few months now,â you admit, encouraged by his positive reaction. âAnd I want you to know that when I saw your ad I thought about calling even before I knew it was you.â
His smile grows impossibly bigger at that. âDid you?â
A nod. Copia squeezes your hand, then brings it to his face for a kiss. You feel his wet lips on your skin and theyâre so soft, so gentle. When he sets your hand back down you see a trace of black lipstick on its back and instantly feel warm and fuzzy inside.
âShould we start then?â he asks. âI brought a lot of things, let me show you.â
The basket opens to reveal a plethora of food and drink options. Copia sets down a foil-wrapped plate with sandwiches that look a little wonky so you assume he made them himself, then some juice boxes, apple and orange, a box of fresh, delicious-looking strawberries, two bottles of water, reusable plastic cups and plates. At last, he hands you one of many different muffins he must have stolen from the kitchens.
âFor my dolcezza,â he says with a smile.
More heat spreads in your cheeks as you take the little treat from him with a thanks. Youâre both visibly losing your nervousness now, your postures less cramped, stretching out your limbs on the blanket with your bodies angled towards each other.
âMaybe we should⊠talk a bit about us?â Copia proposes. âTo get to know each other, sĂŹ? I would like to learn about you.â
âOh, yes, that sounds good. Do you want to start?â
He thinks on a good starter question, the pressure clouding his thoughts for a moment but then his silence grows thick and he has to say something. âSo, ugh⊠do you like Star Wars?â
This is not one of the questions on his list of conversation starters. For some reason, every single meaningful thought suddenly leaves him. Luckily, this simple, safe question seems to put you at ease and you relax even more.
âI do,â you say. âI watched all the movies.â
âOh, good! And what is your favorite?â
You pluck a piece from your muffin, popping it into your mouth. âHmm⊠The Empire Strikes Back, I think.â
âHehehe, sĂŹ, sĂŹ, I am your daddy.â His eyes widen. âNot that Iâm⊠I donât mean⊠you know, the scene with Luke⊠ugh. So, anyway, yes, that is my favorite as well.â
You giggle and he lights up, smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt. You reach for one of the sandwiches then. Copia helps, holding the plate up for you.
âSo, these are all inspired by Italian foods. I have ugh⊠caprese. Mozzarella and tomato?â
You reach for the one he showed you. âThat sounds great, thank you.â
Copia canât help but stare as he awaits your reaction. You hum in delight and immediately take another bite of the soft bread. Satisfied, Copia allows himself to grab one as well now. Conversation slows down as you eat but you continue to talk about your interests between bites, finding more and more similarities as the minutes pass.Â
Your little spot is beautiful, cool enough to sit comfortably but warm enough to feel the reviving effects of spring. The leaves above you rustle every now and then, birds and bees flying past, the odd ant crawling over your blanket in search of some crumbs. Neither one of you is bothered as you sip on your juice boxes in tandem and intuitively increase your proximity.
With your bodies gravitating towards each other like that, you end up sitting very close after a while. Copia reclines against the tree trunk, pulling his hat down to grant him more shade, a little bit like a cowboy leaning against the walls of a saloon. His white suit is an odd contrast to his relaxed pose, not the most comfortable outfit to lounge in. Without thinking too much about it, he pulls you close to him and angles you so you can rest your head in his lap.Â
Youâre only tense for a short moment. Copia gets rid of his gloves and you can feel his bare fingers running over your scalp. The steady pattern he draws calms you and you sigh, closing your eyes for a few minutes as a warm feeling of safety spreads out in you.
Copia canât help but stare. Despite the initial hiccup, youâre so comfortable around each other that he feels like heâs known you forever. This is a dream come true for him, all his fantasies, his wishes, his longings, they all seem to come together in the lovely face dozing in his lap. Youâre the most stunning sight he ever had the pleasure to behold. Every line, every hair, every mole, blemish or scar combines into the most beautifully painted canvas â and to him, itâs perfect. Youâre perfect.
âDo you want a strawberry, tesorino?â he asks then.
You open your sparkly eyes and they reflect a speck of sunlight breaking through the canopy. Blinking a few times, you shift in his lap to avoid being blinded. He tenses as your cheek narrowly misses his groin, but then you nod and he distracts himself by reaching for the box of strawberries.Â
With careful fingers, he grabs one of the shiny heart-shaped fruits, making sure to touch the stem to avoid any stains, and then guides it to your mouth. He canât help but stare as he sees your lips part for him, the tip of your tongue peeking out to welcome the sweetness. You sink your teeth into the red flesh, so eager, and spatters of juice stain your lips. They appear even more saturated as you lick them clean, wetting them with your tongue, and he so desperately wants to kiss you.
âTheyâre so sweet already,â you say, taking the rest of the fruit from his hand.
âYes, I agree.â
You giggle. âCopia, you havenât even tried one yet.â
âOh, I didnât mean the strawberries.â
You huff out a flustered breath, fighting the still evident smile on your face, and hold the half-eaten strawberry up to his mouth. âTry.â
He lets you feed him with burning cheeks, keeping his eyes locked on yours. As his teeth meet the flesh, a few droplets of juice fall astray but he doesnât even care if they ruin his suit anymore. He canât stop looking at you, thinking about your soft hand so close to his mouth. He wants to kiss it again, desperately, and so he traps it with his when you try to pull away. With his lips pressed to your palm, he closes his eyes, kissing all the way down to your wrist where he lingers.
You gasp softly, lips parting as Copia continues to drag his lips over the delicate skin. Your reaction brings a smirk to his face, another moment that heâs going to think about for days to come.
âI tried, dolcezza,â he says. âAnd I think youâre still sweeter.â
You blush so prettily at that. Flustering you is easier than he expected and he takes notes of every little thing that draws a reaction from you. You spend another hour like this, eating fruit, drinking juice, chatting about all sorts of things while you exchange soft touches and words of your blossoming affection. At some point, the gentle breeze that carries on throughout the afternoon becomes stronger, and more and more people head back inside to escape a possible weather change.
Neither one of you wants to leave but as you start to shiver more violently, Copiaâs worry about you catching a cold wins over his desire to prolong your date. He proposes to head inside as well, running his hands over the goosebumps on your bare arms to warm you up.
When you reluctantly agree, he starts to pile your dishes and the leftover food into the basket. You move to help but he stops you with a tut. âI will pack this up, eh? Donât worry about it.â
âI could help you, you know.â
âAh, no no. I invited you, yes? It is my pleasure.â
It only takes him a few minutes to pack everything up. You grab your flowers in the meantime and he watches from the corner of his eye as you sniff them with a growing smile on your face, swaying slightly from left to right. As Copia shakes out the blanket, folding it messily in the middle, you hesitate by the edge of your little picnic spot.
âSo, do you want to walk back together?â you ask.
Copia smiles, glad that you donât want to leave him quite yet. âI would like that a lot, tesoro. Should I carry the roses for you?â
You hand them over and he places them on the lid of the basket before he carefully picks it up. When heâs by your side again, you stop him with a hand on his forearm, the same gentle squeeze you gave him the last time. Only this time you donât leave. Instead you lean in and press a soft kiss to his reddened cheek, your lips lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. Copia opens his mouth but he canât think of anything to say. Instead he uses his unoccupied hand to fish for yours.
Hand in hand, palm against palm, you walk past the leftover groups of Siblings that make use of the last few moments of sun. Neither of you spares anyone else even a glance. Whenever your eyes arenât focused on the path ahead, they meet each other, giddy, love-sick smiles gracing your lips.
As you finally pass the first archway and enter the cool stone corridors of the abbey, Copia suddenly stops. Your arms slowly extend as you take a few more steps but before your hand can slip from his, he pulls you back. Maybe he used a little bit too much force or maybe he just caught you by surprise, but you practically stumble into his arms. A gasp falls from your lips. You make no attempt at breaking away and so Copia gently guides you against the frame of the archway, setting down the basket in the process so he can place his other hand on your hip.
Big eyes look up into his. He leans in slowly. The rim of his hat catches the stone and it finally slips from his head, dropping somewhere. Copia doesnât care because he can already feel your sweet strawberry breath on his lips and nothing could stop him from getting a taste. Your hands impatiently grab at his lapels, then, pulling him even closer, and he gasps at the force of your need. With your eyes falling closed, lips slightly parted and your chin tilted up, Copia feels like heâs in a dream.
âPlease,â you whisper.
He has to fight a moan, the word resonating somewhere deep inside his belly. Still, he draws out the moment for as long as he can, stalling as the tension crackles in the tiny space that separates you. He starts by nuzzling your nose while he pushes his hand upwards until he can grasp your jaw. As he angles your head just right, he feels your lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He fights off a giggle as they continue to tickle his skin and you shift slightly against him, growing impatient.
âCoââ
His mouth swallows your next syllable. You hum against him as his lips capture yours with gentle adoration. The grip on your waist tightens at the same time as his thumb presses into your cheek. Want, need, trickles into your belly and Copia feels the same way, moving his mouth against yours with slightly more pressure. The kiss is still slow, still tame, but itâs unmistakable how much stowed up desire for the other you both hold inside.
For a while you continue like this, your body trapped between Copia and the cool stone and the world around you a mere shadow. You open your mouth for air and thatâs when you can feel his tongue cautiously pushing against yours. The sensation makes you feel even more fuzzy, the need for oxygen forgotten as you tangle your tongue with his. The taste is sweet, residues of fruit and juice, and underneath it all you feel Copia. Copia.
You only break away when youâre both struggling to keep up the pace. Heâs a mess, his lipstick gone, black smears covering his chin and cheeks where his eye make-up rubbed off. You lift your hand to wipe some of your mingled spit off of his chin and the blissful expression on his face makes you smile. You love to see his face ruined like this, you decide. And Copia, seeing the lipstick-smears all over your kiss-swollen mouth, unknowingly thinks the same.
âWe should do this again sometime,â you say. âThe date but also⊠this. Actually, I think we should do it again right now.â
Copia chuckles, resting his forehead against yours. âHow about we never stop doing it?â
You nod your approval, wrapping your arms around him to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Itâs soft, if a little bit sweaty, messy from the loss of his hat. âI would like that a lot, Copia.â
âI mean it, tesoro,â he whispers with a hint of insecurity. âI donât want to stop spending time with you. Ever. We already wasted enough of it.â
A big smile breaks out on your face. Copia canât help but return it, squeezing you a little tighter to his body, and you giggle happily as he kisses your nose.
âYouâre right,â you finally say. âLetâs not waste another moment.â
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this silly little story â kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated âĄ
Masterlist â My Ao3
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a drew imagine pls! or concept about the innocent parts of their relationship. hand holding, hugs, forehead kissing and laying next to each other. love you thanksđ€đ€đ€
if drew starkey was your boyfriend, he would...
note Hi anon! I'm a bit too busy with school nowadays to make an imagine, but here are some things that I think he would do in a relationship hehe hope this is fine :) pairing bf!drewstarkey x fem!reader warning TOO MUCH FLUFF
ever since you both met on the set of outerbanks s2, you both IMMEDIATELY had a crush on each other.
he would be whispering to chase stokes and be like âyo who is she??? omg she's so beautifulâ
whenever you'd be getting ready for a scene and the stylists would be fixing your makeup, he would just be in the background and secretly take pics of you
you would giggle because he'd think you didn't know, but you could clearly see him from the reflection of the MIRROR.
after some quite of time, you both decided to be in a low-key relationship, âaccidentallyâ brushing your hands while on set and glancing at each other!!! the tension was so there and everyone could sense it ong
even if your role was a pogue and you both always had to act like you were fighting for the show, the fans would always be saying:
user8294793: holy shit why do they have so much tension while they're fighting, this doesn't make any sense?? ilovemadelyncline: GUYS IF THEY DON'T GET TOGETHER AT THE END OF THIS SHOW, I WILL LOSE IT
but little do they know you both were already together IRL đ
okay so this is after making your relationship public!! i feel like whenever you're done with your intense crying scenes he would just say âyou are so hot there baby omg i'm so proud of youâ LIKE WDYM HOT!? but in seriousness, he would give you the biggggest hugs! and lots of praising âyou did so great babyâ, âi admire u so muchâ
intense neck kisses. feel like this is random, but he'd just give you a big smooch at the back of your neck just to tease you.
âeeeeewwwww oh my godâ a big patch of his saliva on the back of your neck, and he'd be like âtehe u can't catch meâ
after a very tiring day of shooting, you'd both always just lay down beside each other on the beach while he's just admiring your features, like everything. the way your hair falls perfectly, the way how your eyebrows are shaped, the way your eyes relax when he gives you forehead kisses, the way your lips smiles downwards when you realize he's admiring you
man was so into it you, you had to throw sand at his face to snap out of it
âPLEH *cough* plllfkfkfhhthfjj WHY DID YOU DO THATâ
âyou were staring!!! it's rude to stare, y'know!?â
âi'm your boyfriend!!!!! i'm not allowed to look at my amazingly, stunning, gorgeous, girlfriend!?!?!?â
#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey blurb#drew starkey imagines#drew starkey headcanon#drew starkey x you#drew starkey fluff#drew starkey fic#drew starkey#drew starkey fanfic#drew starkey fanfiction#drew starkey one shot#outer banks#obx#outerbanks#rafe cameron#rafe cameron imagines#outer banks imagines#rafe cameron imagine#rafe obx#outer banks imagine#obx rafe#rafe cameron fic#obx rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#drewstarkey#drew starkey x y/n#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron x fem!reader#OBX
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{ 179 }
company.
academy arc
jinwoo sung x fem.reader
{ let's end each other's lonely nights | be each other's paradise | need a picture for my frame | someone to share my reign⊠}
you walked to school in the early hours of the morning, simply looking down at the novel you were reading in your hand. a smile paints your features the more you basked and read each scene, and as you were in the midst of turning the page, you felt a strange sensation creeping up on you-
the sensation of being followed.
your steps begin to slow just then, unaware of the large hand that reaches out to you-
as sung jinwoo lets out a rich chuckle of your name, wrapping an arm around you as he brings you closer to the front of his chest.
âmorning, angel.â he purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you give him a playful pout, lightly pushing yourself away from him.
you missed the lost expression seen in his gaze the moment you pulled away from him, trying to calm down your racing heart as you smoothed down the skirt of your uniform.
with a cough, you put your novel back within the confines of your bag, choosing instead to walk side-by-side with jinwoo to school.
you and jinwoo had a special relationship-
this didnât mean that you two were a couple or anything, oh no.
what you meant was that you still had memories of another life with jinwooâŠ
where you and him were both hunters, taking on raids while supporting each other throughout it all.
jinwoo was your best friend during those times; he helped train you, a mere b-rank hunter, making you more proficient in your raids as you slowly rose up the ranks, given you freedom to attend more high level raids despite never being able to level up like he could.
your memories became a little hazy after the war, and once jinwoo used the cup of reincarnation one last time-
you found yourself being 14 again, living with your parents and little brother in your humble home. perhaps what came as the most shocking to you was how you retained all of your memories.
which was why you felt so happy when you and jinwoo ended up going to the same high school together. he was a great source of comfort during the times when memories of your past life became too much to bear.
ah, but you were getting ahead of yourself-
youâve since then gotten better at dealing with the hardships of your past life, even getting the tiniest bit upset when jinwoo admitted to taking on all the monarchs on his own, spending a total of 27 years within some strange, dimensional rift. you knew that he had won the war all on his own while telling you how he succeeded his mission, now living his life as a normal human despite how truly godlike he was.
jinwooâs knuckles were suddenly felt being gently placed against the top of your head. âyouâre dozing off again.â
âwhat? i am not dozing off, woowoo.â
a blush immediately paints his features when you refer to him by that stupid nickname. âh-hey, that nickname is dumb as hell, and thatâs not even how you pronounce my name! the âwooâ in âjinwooâ is more subtle than that, like a soft ~u.â
âheh, whatever, woowooâŠ!â
you giggle when his eyes flash purple in annoyance, running to catch up to you, but all while hiding his grin.
you would never know the depths of his feelings for you, and that fact alone was killing the shadow monarch on the inside.
{ ⊠}
you and jinwoo end up enjoying lunch together back in the classroom, with you taking casual sips of your juice.
âso do you have track practice today?â
jinwoo takes a rice ball from your lunch box as you stole a piece of his bulgogi beef. âyeah, i do.â
âhehe, did you want me to hang out with you on the field?â
a soft smile paints jinwooâs features, âif you donât mind, then yeah. i could use your company.â
a teasing grin paints your expression, âyou still trying to get with cha hae-in?â
jinwoo chokes on his rice ball, âw-what the- you know about that?!â
âwhat? itâs so obvious that youâre still into her! want me to look her up and give you her number or something?â
you giggle in response, basking in jinwooâs embarrassed expression. you recall how jinwoo was pretty much dating cha hae-in in the original timeline, and they were truly such a cute couple in your eyes!
two of the most renowned s-rank hunters taking on high level gates, never once failing their missions or goals. because of jinwooâs blossoming romance, you, being simply labeled as his best friend, took a step back and gave them the space they needed in order to let their romance bloom.
and now, with time going backwards due to jinwooâs actions, you were certain he was going to try and capture her heart once more, leaving you more than willing to play as his wingwoman once more.
despite your playful words, jinwoo appeared uncomfortable, shifting his rice around his lunch box with his chopsticks, eyebrows furrowed in response. noticing the change in his demeanor, you softly ask him, âare you okay?â
your question snaps him out of his reveries. âiâm fine. here, you can have the rest of my lunch⊠iâll be right back.â
you could tell something was wrong with jinwoo, watching as he stood up a bit too fast for your liking when you stop him, allowing your hand to wrap around his wrist. âwait, where are you going?â
he looks down at you with gentle grey eyes, allowing the pad of his thumb to grace at your cheek as he wiped away an imaginary stain. after that simple touch, he points to your empty juice bottle.
âi was going to get you more juice. are you opposed to it?â
your eyes go wide, but you shook your head in response. âno, i donât mind it.â
jinwoo gives you a nod, shaking your grip off of his wrist, leaving you utterly confused as you kept staring at his quickly retreating form.
âhow strangeâŠâ you look down at your shadow, seeing a few, glowing purple eyes glancing back at you.
at least he still wanted to protect you-
even when you knew you did something to upset him.
{ ⊠}
jinwoo told you he didnât mind you watching him at practice-
but you didnât feel like your presence was warranted after upsetting him at lunch earlier. so, you hid out at the library, working on some assignments while doing your readings for your classes. you had thoughts about going home first, but deep down, you knew that avoiding jinwoo wouldnât help with making this whole situation any better.
as you were writing, you immediately became aware of the shadow looming over you, a pair of solemn, glowing violet eyes staring down at you with a neutral expression.
âwhy didnât you join me at practice?â
you tremble a bit, detecting the accusation in jinwooâs voice as you let out a sigh.
âhow could i join you when youâre mad at me?â you whisper back at him.
hearing his scoff tones down your anxieties the tiniest bit, and you felt your shoulders visibly relax at the sound of it. you finally gather the courage to meet his gaze, seeing jinwoo leaning closer to you while placing a hand on the table.
he was dressed in his track uniform, consisting of a purple and white shirt with matching shorts. he taps the top of his sneakers against the linoleum floors, giving you a nice view of his muscular calves.
you were ready to tease him about it, your lips puckered up as a low whistle escapes from them when jinwoo suddenly wraps an arm around the back of your head.
your words die against your throat, eyes going wide when your face was pressed directly against jinwooâs chest. he runs his fingers through your hair, a pained whisper heard coming from him when he asks,
âdo you really not feel a single thing from me? am i doomed to remain just friends with you in this timeline, too?â
your mouth goes dry when you hear his question, and you were uncertain as to how to respond to him. you felt your lips open and close, yet still, not a single syllable would come out.
jinwoo lets out a disappointed âtskâ then, shoving you away from him as he gazes down at you with a neutral look. âforget about it. just⊠forget about it.â
you watch helplessly when jinwoo picks up his duffel bag and backpack, facing away from you as your heart clenched painfully in response.
if you didnât stop him now, then youâd lose him forever.
shoving back your chair with such intensity that it nearly falls to the ground, you grab jinwooâs wrist once more. his eyes go wide, and you catch his shocked expression momentarily before standing on the tip of your toes to fully kiss him.
his reaction was immediate- instinctive even when he wraps his arms around your back, bringing you achingly closer to him all while deepening the kiss.
you lost track of time, uncertain of how many kisses you shared when you finally found the strength to pull away from him. he keeps both of his arms wrapped tightly around you, purple eyes gazing down at you in amusement and love, all while running his hands through your hair.
âi⊠i always thought that you always deserved a girl like cha hae-in⊠because, well, you know⊠she was pretty powerful⊠and gorgeous, too.â
jinwoo scoffs at your admission, but remains quiet, wishing for you to go on and explain yourself.
âthatâs why, i kept all my feelings hidden for you.â unable to meet his gaze, you play with the front of his shirt, smoothing the fabric while picking away at the imaginary lint. âi always figured you deserved better than me-â
âtch, stop.â
jinwoo then gently pulls you back by your hair, eyes becoming more passionate when he crashes his lips against yours. you could only whimper in response to his sudden kiss, hands remaining curled up against his chest as jinwoo presses you even closer to him.
he pulls away first, lightly panting before admitting to you, âplease⊠i never wanted hae-in⊠but you were so determined to set us up that neither one of us knew what to do.â
you blink up at him in complete shock. âwhatâŠ? but, she had such a huge crush on youâŠ?!â
jinwoo chuckles all while tracing the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. âwell yeah⊠she liked me, but that didnât mean that i liked her. how could i like her when i already had you?â
your head was spinning, yet despite it all, you couldnât stop the smile from forming. âeh? but didnât you say you wanted to join track to meet her someday?â
jinwoo lets out a huff, bringing your frame into his chest once more before coming clean to you. âforgive me and my poor attempts at making you jealous. joining track was just an excuse, really.â
his admission finally earns bouts of laughter from you, feeling so relieved and happy that your feelings were requited after all. after spending a few more minutes in each otherâs embrace, jinwoo gives your body one last squeeze before pulling away from you, giving your forehead a gentle kiss.
âhow about i walk back home with you, then, we can talk about our plans for our upcoming first date.â
you giggle, watching as jinwoo packs up your notebooks and assignments before carrying your bag for you, giving you a lovesick expression while you cling on to his side.
perhaps dreams do come true after allâŠ
a.n. - this is so self indulgent, but oh so much fun to write! (/Ï)
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
#sung jinwoo x reader#jinwoo sung x reader#sung jinwoo x you#jinwoo sung x you#solo leveling x reader#.stories
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Sweatpants M.S.
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Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader
Summary: savannah is obessed with her boyfriends sweatpants for very obvious reasons.
A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)
*you know I had to write this and post it after the vlog today hehe :)*
Just like any other non busy day in savannah and matt's career, matt spent the night at your house.
"good morning princess"
matt greets you at the kitchen counter kissing your forehead, clothed in just grey sweatpants and there it was. Matt's red waistband of his underwear. He knows what he is doing and its almost like his is mocking you everytime he does so.
"sav, savannah hello"
matt reiterates waving his hands in front of you face
"huh oh shit sorry"
savannah chuckles out lowering her head to her cereal in front of her for breakfast.
"where did you go girl"
he asks the girl sitting in front of him
"no where"
she states simply clearing her throat. You know exactly where her mind went, she could only think about stripping him of his sweatpants and just suck-
"savannah baby"
oh shit you did it again
"huh sorry baby but you and these god damn sweatpants I just want to pull them off"
you groan out
"be my guest"
matt chuckles at you walking over to you as you stood from your seat dropping to your knees, gazing up at him before yanking his sweats and boxers down in one motion, allow his erection to spring free.
"you know what to do yeah"
he hums out running his fingers through your messy hair form it into a makeshift ponytail, pushing your head to where his pink tip touches your lips.
"open up pretty"
he coos taking his length in his free hand tapping it on you lips as you slowly open up taking in just the tip, teasing him.
"fuck"
matt groans out as savannah continue to slip more of him in her mouth.
"oh god so pretty with my dick in your mouth like that"
Savannah pushes her head for her nose to meet her boyfriends pelvis slightly choking on it.
"holy shit girl how can you take that much in your mouth"
matt moans out tipping his head back in the air breaking focus from the beautiful sight below him. Savaanh pull off of him coughing and gasping for air, continuing to kitty lick his tip.
"fuck just like that im gonna cum in that pretty mouth"
matt groans out as you take him whole again in your mouth, nose touching his pelvis after bobbing your head along his shaft a few times.
"fuck fuck fuckk"
he groans out. You guys were so lost in the moment that you didn't realize that Chris was finally coming up the stairs from his room.
"OH MY GOD FUCK"
chris exclaims turning around at the top of the step as he is completely blindsided by his brother getting blown off by his girlfriend.
"uhhh fuck"
matt lets out one final groan as your head stills as he unloads in your mouth, swallowing and showing him your tongue as proof.
"you guys are fucking nasty go to your room for that shit its two feet away"
chris complains going back downstairs forgetting completely what he even came up for.
"oops"
savannah giggles out as matt pulls up his boxers and sweats leaning down placing a loving kiss on your lips.
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mingyu x reader // words : 1k approx. genre : teeth-rotting fluff. warnings : too many kisses and life cycle of malaria, very slightly jealous gyu too // unedited.
you stumbled as you spilled water on your shirt, a dopey smile on your face as you tried to close the recyclable plastic bottle- only to turn the cap in wrong direction and dropping the cap in the process.
"shit-" you giggled as mingyu stared up at you, his eyes wide like saucers as his mouth fell agape on your ministerings.
"are you alright?" he asked, his eyes on your wet shirt as he looked up at you quizzically.
"mingyu~" you whined, a grin on your face as you stagger towards him, a stumble in your unbalanced steps as you tripped; mingyu was fast on his feet, his arms wrapped around your torso as he pulled you on his lap while you giggled, making his lips quirk up in a smile too.
"are you drunk?" he laughed as you squished his face between your hands, you lips making a pout as you attached your lips with his, "mwah!"
"why do i think that you're drunk?"
"pak pak pakak!"
his eyebrows shot up in amusement as a huge laughter bellowed out of his chest, his eyes lining with tears as he endearingly laughed on your quite accurate representation of a hen.
"hehe~" you giggled as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.
"i don't smell any alcohol on you though-" mingyu said, tucking back a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"i am not drunk- that's whyyyyyy," you whispered in his ears.
"it sure doesn't seem like that-"
"won't you believe me?" you pouted, your eyes crinkling up in a perfect puppy eyes as mingyu cooed at you, nuzzling your nose with his, "i believe you."
"as you should!" you grinned up at him, "i am just very happy- i get like this when i am happy."
"what made you so happy then?" mingyu asked, his eyes soft as he admired your face, his heart beating at a rapid pace as he noticed just how close you are to him; mingyu had heard that sometimes you did get extremely silly and almost in a drunken like state when you were extremely happy and it was so contrasting to your normal calm personality that mingyu couldn't help but dote on you- at every given second.
"just-" you started saying but stopped, your brows scrunched up as you leaned in and connected his lips with yours for a short kiss again, your silly smile returning back to your face as you continued, "just because i am happy!"
"you are?" he asked, caressing your cheek.
"yes, i am! and oh! do you know the life cycle of plasmodium vivax?"
"life cycle of what-"
you rolled up your sleeves and puckered your lips, coughing to switch to your singing voice as you started, "when a mosquito bites a human! ow ow, she spits sporozoites in his blood! ew ew! then the little rascals travel up to our liver cells and multiiiiply till our cell bursts!"
"bursts!?"
"oh yeah! then they travel up to our rbcs~ travel yeah! reproducing asexually to bursts our blood cell so that we get a fever!"
"reproduce in our blood!?"
"mhm! and when the female mosquito bite bites us- fertilization take place in her intestines!"
"this isn't rhyming."
"then she bites us again and dun dun! you have malaria!"
"i love you," he said, his eyes soft as he stared at you, a genuine smile lacing his lips.
your lips froze as you grin up at him, engulfing him in your hug and squirming in his lap you said, "i love you too~", it seemed as if your senses had returned after his sweet confession and now heat rose to your neck and cheeks as you melted in his touch, hiding your face in his chest as you murmur, "sorry- sorry if i was being annoying."
when mingyu had not replied for a few seconds you looked up at him, a frown evident on his face as he looked away from you, "you would never annoy me."
"then why are you upset?" you asked as you tilted his face towards you; his face still in a pout and a frown as he sighed.
"how could you ever annoy me? and-" he paused.
"and?"
"and..." he breathed, his cheeks slightly red as he asked, "just how many have seen you in such adorable state?"
your eyebrows and lips quirked up in amusement as a smile broke out on your face, chuckling you made him face you, momentarily taken aback at how freaking handsome your boyfriend was.
"how many?" he asked again, his voice in a whisper as you almost cried because of how cute he was.
"many people- my friends, family members and some of my exes have seen me like this," you said, noticing his frown deepening as you kissed his jaw, "but..." you said.
"but?"
"you will be the one to see it the most, and the only one from now," you smiled at him as you saw his frown morph into a grin as he giggled alongside you, stretching his pinkie towards you he asked, "promise?"
you intertwined your pinkie with his, "promise."
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#seventeen#caratsland#kflixnet#caratlibrary#svt#kim mingyu#kim mingyu fluff#mingyu#mingyu x reader#seventeen mingyu#kpop#kpop fluff#nish recs#kim mingyu x reader#kim mingyu x you#mingyu fanfiction#mingyu x you#nishloves#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#seventeen fluff#svt mingyu#svt fluff
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Fluff + Crack | L&DS x Reader Rizzing Them Up With Slang
Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel
Are you guys rockin with my photo editing skills or what LMAOOOO I laughed very hard while making this
CONTENT Fluff, crack, flirting with love and deepspace men by calling them handsome, implied feminine reader in Rafayelâs because he calls you pretty lady, CHARACTERS ARE 18+
AUTHOUR NOTE HELLO so I tend to play games like Genshin, Tears of Themis, and L&DS in mandarin because itâs the games native language and I speak mandarin so it makes me happy and comfy hehe. So basically I was thinking that if the characters call you things like âxiao jieâ (english = âlittle ladyâ or âdarlingâ), you could call them something like âshuai geiâ (english = âhandsome guyâ or âlady-killer/papiâ) LOL
You see him reading on the couch in your shared apartment as youâre preparing for a date. Heâs waiting for you and looks amazing so you say:
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ć„~, ćć€ć„œäșć?â Pinyin: âshuĂ i gÄ~, zhÇnbĂši hÇole ma?â English (direct translation): âhandsome guy~, are you ready?â English: âhey papi~, are you ready to go?â
Xavier/Shen Xinghui
He looks at you blank faced and then starts to sound out the word, trying to understand what it even means. He raises an eyebrow and says he understands that youâre saying heâs handsome butâŠ??? So you end up explaining it to him anyways (heâs such a boomer but itâs cute because heâs YOUR boomer <3). You tell him that he indeed looks handsome and you just wanted to let him know in a funny way. He nods, smiles, and then thanks you. He puts his hand over yours and reaches the other hand to cup your cheek, making sure that you know he thinks youâre so pretty. As you giggle in response you can both feel your hearts fluttering as you press your lips together.
Zayne/Li Shen
He looks at you deadpan, almost mildly offended (teasing rizz), before going back to his book. On the inside heâs trying not to laugh because he always loves your antics and will only play dumb to tease you (heâs secretly a just a silly lil guy). You try to keep using the slang but he just continues to say âI donât know what that means, say it properly.â You refuse because youâre pretty sure he knows this slang. After a few more tries you let out a huff and mutter something about just wanting to compliment him for being handsome or whatever while pouting. He finally breaks and chuckles, saying he loves your expressions while snaking his hands around your waist. You start to argue back but he cuts you off with kisses on your forehead, hands, and finally, lips.
Rafayel/Qi Yu
Raises an eyebrow, slightly shocked, but then makes a proud face and pretends to hair flip (zesty). He smirks because he knows what youâre getting at and he wants to make you say it again. He cups a hand to his ear facing you and flutters his eyelashes at you and says âsorry, I didnât catch that.â You laugh at his silliness before a lightbulb appears above your head. You walk closer to him and lean down to his ear and say it again, slowly and seductively. His eyes blow wide open and he blushes hard, his face and ears turning red. He stutters and then coughs into his hand. He reaches out to grab your hand and leans his other arm on the back of the couch (nervous rizz) and says:
âćŻč, ćć€ć„œäș, æççŸć„ł~â Pinyin: âduĂŹ, zhÇnbĂši hÇole, wÇ de mÄinÇ~â English (direct): âyes, Iâm ready, my pretty lady~â English: âyes, Iâm ready to go, mamacita~â
|| MASTERLIST ⥠|| This was really fun to make LOL thank you for reading! ||
#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace fluff#xavier x reader#zayne x reader#rafayel x reader#xavier fluff#zayne fluff#rafayel fluff#j's silly ramblings
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Death seeking creator with Zhongli idea
Whenever Zhongli remembers that it was their that the creator was hurt to this degree, he felt like he should go through the painfullest of deaths but he can't... Not right now, not while leaving the creator in such a state. So, he retired from the Funeral Palor and spend his days caring for the creator.
Today, too, Zhongli walked into the tranquil adobe of the creator as he carried the tea he personally brewed to offer the creator. The tea contained the calming effects that is very much needed for the creator's tired mind.
Maybe because of his relentless efforts or because of the effects of all the tea and medicine, the creator is becoming a bit more stable these days, meaning they are not asking him to squish them with the meteor he summon.
Relishing in the small change of the creator, Zhongli stood in front of the creator's room and asked, "Your grace, may I come in?"
What came back to him was the answer "Yes, you may," accompanied by the small giggles of the creator.
Zhongli opened the door and looked for the creator's form wondering what could make them so amused. And there they were, wearing white silk gown, sitting in the middle of the silk bed Ninggaung had presented to them. Their face bloomed into a full smile as they locked eyes with him.
The smile was so radiant that Zhongli would have liked to bath in all of its glory
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if not for the gold, gold, gold everywhere invading all of his five senses.
The gold was staining the silk bed sheet, the white gown, the marble floor and the creator's arms, and legs and face.
In their hand was a hair pin Zhongli had presented to them a week ago, contented in the fact that they stopped asking him to kill them.
Sitting in the pool of their own blood, the creator said, "Surprise!", like a child whose prank was successful.
"You...r.... Your.... Grace.... What have you done?"
Zhongli asked as he dropped the tea pot tray in his hands to run to your side.
"Hehe, I... surprised you right!" They asked as they coughed up blood.
"I got the idea... from Kaeya. The best way to disappoint someone is by making them hope and breaking that hope."
That was their last words before they disappeared into thin air and left nothing but ash.
Ah-
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD
YOU
YOUR BRAIN, GIVE ME IT. THIS IS EXQUISITE. SO MARVELOUS. JUST ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY PERFECT.
I BOW WITH MY HEAD SLAMMING INTO THE FLOOR TO YOU, OH GREAT BRILLIANT ANON. OH HOW LOVELY THIS WRITING IS, IT IS LIKE IVE BEEN SHOWN THE WONDERS OF MY OWN MIND
GIVE THIS ANON PRAISE EVERYONE, GIVE THEM SO MANY PROPS AND HONOR. TRULY A WONDERFUL DISPLAY OF WRITING AND PUTTING FULL FORCE INTO THE IDEA OF OUR DEATH SEEKING CREATOR AU
#sagau#genshin sagau#death seeking creator#others ideas#cw death#im fucking screaming#HOLY SHIT#I WISH I COULD WRITE LIKE YOU#YOU JUST#UNHOLY SCREAMS OF ENVY
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i <3 big noses (L.Jn)
pairing: fem!reader Bf!jeno
sexual content!!
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Youâre currently enjoying your pasta dinner on the island sitting across from your, oh so handsome boyfriend.Â
his features more prominent under the kitchen light, making you not able to look away from him, just the real thought of kissing those big pink lips, and having those big muscles hold your thighs down while yo-
 âis there sauce on my face orâŠ?â he asks wiping his mouth
you immediately come to your senses, you were staring at him the entire time, engulfed in your perverted thoughts, your hand flies to cover your mouth out of embarrassment, ân-no no, itâs not you, i was just so deep in thought!!â you try to lie, âyeah? what were you thinking about?â he puts his fork down and leans on his elbows to place all his attention on you.Â
you felt like you were in the hot seat, âjust thinking about what iâm making for lunch tomorrow, you knowâ you nod, trying to sell the lie, he chuckles at your blant lie but he plays along.Â
âwhat are you doing after this?â he asks, picking up his bowl walking to the sink, behind your back, âum probably a shower and then right to bed.â you answer putting some pasta in your mouth, âride my face tonightâ he says bracing his back against the sink, you immediately erupt in a fit of coughs and jeno gets concerned patting your back âoh god are you okay?â he asks concerned, you come down from your coughing fit trying to give him an answer. âyeah i can fit it in my very very busy schedule tonightâÂ
jeno giggled âiâm glad you can make time for meâÂ
ââ
you finished your shower and walked into your shared bedroom, jeno was sitting on the bed on his phone in a white t-shirt and black sweats, you ultimately wanted to bite your fists because he looked so hot.Â
âcome hereâ he said patting his lap, you shook your head âlet me get dressed firstâ which was a stupid excuse âyouâre literally gonna end up naked whatâs the point?â he laughed at you, making you feel more embarrassed for your lie.Â
even though you wanted it, being with him made you undeniably nervous.Â
you dropped your towel and walked towards him, straddling his lap, letting your hands fall over his shoulders and eventually make their way into his hair, you could feel him get hard under you which made you immediately get wet.Â
âso fuckin pretty..â he says admiring you before placing his lips on yours in a sensual kiss, you were burning up on the inside, his big veiny hands made their way to your sides to rub and eventually move down and grope your ass which made you moan into his mouth allowing him to move his tongue inside.Â
you two continue on like this, basically dry humping eachother to no ends, until jeno leans back on the bed and ushers you upwards âsit on my faceâ he prompts you, âare you sure? is this even safe?â you question him placing both your knees on the side of his head, âiâll be fine okay? and even if i suffocate like this, trust me iâll be more than happy.â he says with a straight face making you giggle âokay heheâ you say lowering yourself downÂ
not exactly allowing all your weight onto his face, but jeno notices it and pulls you flush down onto his faceÂ
his big nose hitting your clit as he eats you out like no tomorrow, this angle allows you to feel every thing. jeno is below you eating like a absolute mad man, which is driving you nuts, you grind down onto his nose adding to your pleasure while he basically tongue fucks you.Â
âj-jeno⊠fuckâ you moan his name repeatedly, you felt him hum against you, he eventually moves you to where your clit is flat against his tongue and he urges you to rut against his hot mouth.Â
this was enough to send you over the edgeÂ
âjeno⊠oh my god iâm comingâ you announce to him as you literally let everything go on his tongue. you eventually ride out your high on his face, more like his nose. you move off of him so he can get upÂ
âso⊠how was it?â he was awaiting a review, mouth, chin, and nose glistening in your cum, âi love your nose. so muchâ you breathe out and a blush spreads across his face, âwell if you love my nose⊠i know what else youâll love..â he says toying at the band of his boxers, making you giggle.
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eeeek my third post!!! let me know some feed back, also thank you guys for liking my jisung story!!! please send requests and let me know what i can do better!!!
#kpop imagines#svt fluff#svt x reader#svt imagines#nct x reader#nct dream#nct smut#jeno x reader#nct jeno
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