#i will scan this but for now here’s a pic

[blooddlusts]

WHENEVER I CLOSE MY EYES ⋆｡°✩ yang jungwon

( BUT I'LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS ) ── yang jungwon x toxic fem! reader

synposis: in which you're doing some spring cleaning and find a box hidden in the attic. and the memories rush through your mind and the tears run down your face as you remember the boy that you lost.

fic notes: yang jungwon x toxic fem! reader, arguing, crying, trip down memory lane, inspired by euphoria's maddy perez & nate jacob's hot tub fight, breakup angst because why not...

kiara's notes: heavily inspired by ariana grande's music video for we can't be friends and dream by lisa. just realized that i also wrote a fic for this on my old batboys account so i definately just retouched my old work hehe oops. can't picture jungwon being in any shape or form as a toxic ex so sorry, the reader is breaking his heart...also i couldn't find a pic for blonde! jungwon so i apologize but he is blonde in this fic (@nocturnebite this is for you bestie) okay imma stop yapping now

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the feather duster was a reminder of how neglected the attic was. it's yellow colour had been streaked with shades of grey as you dusted the large windowsill. time was relative in a space that collected memories. yet, there was something comforting about the large stained glass window that shimmered colours on the wall and on the ground while you swept and dusted the abandoned room.

it had been collected with boxes, old televisions, vintage lamps, record players, cassette tapes, and whatever other memories were hidden in physical form. your parents hadn't been up in the attic in years, and neither had you. so maybe that was why you were so complacent when they asked for your help during spring cleaning.

you could get lost in a room that reflected the rainbow while your hands would rummage through boxes, paper after paper, looking through old scrapbooks, journals and first grade paintings and macaroni necklaces. the feather duster was left on the windowsill as you sat on the ground, your fingers combing through anything you could get your hand on. that was the beauty of cleaning the attic —it was a trip down memory lane.

your eyes scanned around to find another box to look through, another memory to reminisce in. until there was one that caught your eye, tucked away tightly beside a large chest of your grandmother's old dresses. dented in the corners, a film of dust on the top; your hands eagerly reached to grab the box until a familiar whiff of cologne struck your nose as the box touched your fingertips.

you couldn't put your finger on it, why it had felt so nostalgic. you brushed off the film of dust before opening the box, hoping that there was something in here that would be a clue. another box to rummage, another box to find answers in. folded pieces of paper and crumbled up notes were thrown upon each other until you scrummaged out a picture frame from the bottom of the box. you flipped it over to see the back of the photograph facing you. biting your lip in frustration you turn the picture frame over, opening it up to see a photograph of you smiling.

a pair of hands were wrapped around your waist by a boy with locks of blonde hair that fell in front of his face. he was grinning ear to ear as he was holding you in his arms like he was the happiest boy on earth. to which you were smiling at him too, holding his arms as you leaned into his embrace while you were smiling as you were kissing him on the cheek.

yang jungwon.

you placed the picture frame to the side, your hands now rummaging through the box more aggressively. tiny polaroids of the two of you were accumulating in your hands: kisses on the cheek, holding hands, his hands cupping your breasts, your foreheads touching, dinner dates. the more you found another polaroid picture, it was as if you were thrown back five years in time. arcade tokens, fortune cookies, movie tickets, bracelets, pressed flowers, love letters, little notes that you would sneak to each other, letters, origami hearts. the box was an infinite void of the love you once had.

what had posses you to hold on to these trinkets? your eyes wandered with curiosity as his face kept appearing. the little love notes he would write to you, the cheesy drawing of the future home that he wanted to have with you. it was all coming back in fragments. so why didn't you smile?

nails dug into your skin as you tried to hold back the waterfall of tears that were begging to fall down your face. he always deserved someone better. how many times had you begged for him, crawling to him, pleading to him not to leave you? how many times had he muttered the word 'okay' softly as he pressed a kiss to tour hair while you sobbed in his chest? how many times had you made promises that you knew you would never keep? he deserved better, he always deserved better.

"please tell me that they're lying to me. tell me that it's not true. tell me that you've changed, tell me that you're not going to fuck me up and screw me over like everyone else," his voice rang inside your head as the memories decided to seep slowly into your thoughts.

you lifted up another polaroid, one that you decided to take of him when you two had gone for a drive out in the fields to see the sunset. your lip quivered as his voice continued to ring into your head while his happy smile was frozen on film. he deserved better.

jungwon had never once left your side. not after all of your screw ups. not after you fucked him over so many times, not after it felt like the you could never be the person he wanted, not after you had set so many expectations to be perfect for him that you were failing. the more you two were together, the more you were shattering his heart into a million pieces. you loved him, but you could never be enough.

"jungwon, please. i'm trying. you know that i'm trying. they're lying to you baby, i swear. i promise you that i'm not screwing you over," you beg as you grab him by the sleeve of his sweater, tears streaming down your face as you tried to hold on to him.

he pulled himself away from your grasp. he ran his hands through his hair exasperatingly. you felt your hands shake as you finally realized that maybe this was the moment when he wasn't going to take you back. not while he was biting his lip and pacing around the room.

"you're making me think that what they told me about you is right. i just don't know what to believe anymore. look, i love you. you know i love you. but i think i need space, y/n. i'm just so confused right now," jungwon said shakingly as he tried to look you in the eyes, his cheeks stained with tears as he slowly made his way towards the door.

"no. don't do this to me. don't give me space. that is the last thing i want from you right now. please, stay. stay with me, jungwon," you pleaded as you could feel hot tears seeping out of your eyes as you grasped him by the wrist trying to pull him away from getting closer to the door.

"so what?" jungwon snapped as he pulled his wrist away from your grasp.

"so we can talk and soothe things over? so we can pretend that it never happened until you go do it again? because you and i both know that you're going to go back and do it again. you don't care about me, y/n. you haven't changed," jungwon hissed as his eyes narrowed as they met yours. in that moment, you could see how his eyelashes were drenched in water, how he was just as heartbroken as you were pleading to take him back.

"that's not fair. i'm trying, you know i am," you replied as you shook your head. the lie felt like poison as it ran down your throat.

you both knew that you had said that a hundred times. a hundred times he had given you a chance to change. you had every opportunity to prove yourself to him, that you weren't going to screw him over, to tell the voices that you were different. but you didn't.

"do you even mean the things you say? 'i'll try, i promise, i'll do better, you're the only person i care about. i promise, jungwon, i'll change. i'll grow. i don't deserve you, but i love you.' shit, i'm so stupid. how could i have been so fucking stupid? you and i both know that what you've been saying to me was complete bullshit!" jungwon yelled as threw his hands up in the air, as the final pieces of the puzzle connected in his brain.

"of course i mean what i say! i promise you that i'm trying, why don't you believe me?" you cried.

the tears that tricked down his face, the lower lip that quivered as he shook his head said more than the empty words you had been feeding him throughout your entire relationship. because he finally recognized that you were repeating the same words over and over again. and he finally realized that they didn't mean anything coming out of your lips.

"because you don't love me," the words were like a slap to the face as they escaped jungwon's lips.

"because if you loved me, you wouldn't need a hundred and one chances to prove that to me. if you loved me, you wouldn't be making all of these promises knowing that you'll never keep them. if you loved me, you would have actually changed, y/n. instead, you've been treating me like shit and i'm sick of putting up with it!"

sometimes jungwon's voice sounded like honey. now it was mixed with shattering glass as his words made your heart crack.

"what hurts is knowing that i spent time waiting for you to love me. but the truth is you don't love me. you never loved me,"

your hands traced the picture that you had dug out from the picture frame. a tear rolled down your cheek as your fingers traced over his once smiling face. every single word had been right and not even your lovesick heart could have ever fixed the damage you had created. he deserved better.

amongst all of the lies that had tainted your lips in that relationship, there was one truth that had lingered in your tastebuds as you slowly put back the trinkets, letters, and polaroids back in the box.

you loved him.

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[immortaladonis]

Luca Mitchell & Alex Bishop photographed by Sean & Seng for Arena Homme + Summer/Autumn 2023

[oofuri2003]

[ragetheloop]

Homunculi arrived.

caved his little head in

[zorritocruzado]

Sketched these maybe last winter? Decided If Im going to make comics with these dorks I need to decide how they look when not anime faced lmao [thou tbf the boys are well defined in trailers but everyone else suffers from cgi anime face lol]

[autistme]

Laura Jane Grace explaining the connection between the songs The Disco Before the Breakdown, Searching for a Former Clarity, and The Ocean in a QnA in 2008 and in her book in 2016

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

heckin late update, considering i've been back for a few hours now lol, but~... ya girl is finally back home from that extended visit i was having with friends~! and while i kinda wanna melt into a puddle now that i've showered, and am currently curled up in bed reading lmao-- i might end up attempting some drafts before i sleep~... depending on how the inspo ends up flowing u w u

[i-get-obsessed-fast]

Under Watch

.・゜✭・. Spencer Reid x Hotch’s Daughter .・゜✭・.

Summary: A string of murders on your college campus brings your estranged father and his team to investigate. To keep you safe, he assigns Spencer Reid to watch over you.

A/N: this takes place in the season 6, I just wanted glasses Reid to be in the pics, also not proofread I will come back and correct it later :) xoxox

BYR(b4 u Reid): babysitter Reid, Strict Hotch, Murder, guns, knives, SA, semi-detailed murder description, cuss words, talks of alcohol, kidnappings, stalking, and detailed make out sesh. | hopefully I don’t forget anything!

“I’m free tonight. We can start working on the project.” You tell the guy walking beside you as you both step out of the lecture hall.

“Yeah, that works. How’s seven?” He asks, holding the door open for you.

“That should be fine.” You say with a small smile

You don’t know him well, barely noticed him until today when he’d ask if you’d be his partner. But before the conversation could continue, a voice cuts through the noise of campus.

“Y/n!”

You turn, scanning the crowd until your eyes land on him. Your father stands in the middle of the quad, his team beside him. The weight of their stares settles over you.

Your brows furrow as you step toward them.

“Why are you here?” The words come out sharper than you intend, but you don’t back down.

Your father’s expression hardens. “You don’t know? Do you not stay informed on what happens around you?”

His tone makes you stiffen. “Mr. Hotchner.” The dean interjects carefully, stepping forward. “We’ve chosen to keep things as contained as possible. We don’t want to incite panic among the students.”

“Not warning them is more dangerous.” Rossi counters, unimpressed.

The dean exhales. “I understand your concerns but unless you’ve run a college campus, you don’t understand the position we’re in.”

You glance past your father at his team. Faces you recognize from home but haven’t seen since you left Virginia. They watch the exchange closely, some with sympathy, others with quiet apprehension.

“What’s going on?” You finally ask.

Your father doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he reaches for your arm, his grip firm but not forceful. “Come with us.”

You were led into the campus security building, where case files are scattered across tables. Your eyes flick to a white-board in the next room, crime scene photos pinned in a neat but unsettling arrangement.

“Shut that.” his voice is sharp, and when you glance back at him, his expression his unreadable.

“We were called here because there's been a series of murders on campus. Young woman.” he says, locking eyes with you.

For the first time, you see it, the fear beneath his controlled demeanor.

You don’t know how to respond, but when he lays down three photographs, fear settles in your chest.

“Sarah Johnston, Abigail Smith, Elizabeth Adam’s.” He lists “Do you see a pattern?”

Your stomach twists. Hair color, similar build. Even the way they smiled in their photos. You and these girls resembled each other.

“Could be a coincidence,” you murmur, though you don't believe it.

“It’s not, he has a type.” he firmly says “You can't be alone on this campus. Travel in groups, carry your pepper spray, and you are not to be alone with any male students.”

You exhale, shaking your head. “I have a project to do with a guy from my class-”

“Meet in a public space, surrounded by people.” Rossi interjects.

“The library is packed, and the study rooms are booked.”

“Cancel.” your father orders. “Tell him you're sick, do it now.”

Your eyes widen. “Are you serious?”

Your father stares. That look, the one that's ended entire arguments without him saying another word. You hesitate, but your fingers move, typing the message before holding up your phone for his approval.

“Good.” he nods, then turns to Reid. “Take her to her dorm, please.”

“I can walk myself.”

He exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Why can't you just listen for once?” his voice rises, frustration creeping in.

Your mouth opens, then snaps shut.

“What about everyone else?” you challenge, voice tight. “The girls who aren't getting warnings? The ones who don't have an agent escorting them to their dorms? This isn't fair. I'm just a student like the rest of them. I don't need your protection.”

“You don't understand, and right now, I don't care if you do.” he says, his tone final. “My only concern is getting you to your room. And you're staying there for the rest of the night. Reid, take her.”

“If it helps.” Emily adds gently, resting a hand on your shoulder. “A statement is going out today. The school is setting up hotlines, resources, and people will be warned.”

You let out a slow breath. It doesn't make you feel better. Not really.

“Fine.” you turn on your heel, heading for the door. Spencer Reid following right behind you.

The walk back to your dorm is quiet, not awkward, just silent.

When you step inside, you toss your bag onto your bed and gesture toward the other one. “You can sit there. My roommate dropped out a while ago, so no one uses it.”

Reid hesitates before sitting. “Does your dad know?”

You glance at home, confused. “Why would he?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just thought that’s something a father would want to know.”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but our relationship is… complicated.”

“Yeah.” He says, nodding slightly. “I get that.”

You eye him for a second. “You and your dad close?”

Reid shifts in his seat, before you can take it back, he says. “He left my mom and me when I was a kid.”

You frown. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t affect me anymore.”

There’s a moment of quiet before you decide to change the subject. “I have some games. Do you like Jenga?”

That earns a small chuckle from him. “Yeah.”

You kneel beside your bed, pulling out the game. There were probably better things you could be doing, like assignments or your project, but this seemed like a better way to pass the time.

As you both set up the blocks on the floor, you smirk. “Usually when I play, my friends and I have a rule. Whoever knocks it over takes two shots.”

Reid gives you an amused look. “Are you even legal to drink?” You raise an eyebrow. “What, are you gonna tell my dad?”

He tilts his head. “Should I?”

You laugh. “I don’t think it’ll surprise him, I’m pretty sure he expects worse.”

Reid’s expression shifts slightly. “You know, your dad talks about you a lot. He’s very proud of you.” You freeze for a second. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Reid nodded.

You swallow, shifting slightly. “Huh. Didn’t know that.”

He doesn’t say anything else, instead gestures to the game. “You go first.”

The game begins, each turn making the tower more unsteady. Eventually, Spencer study’s the blocks carefully, trying to find a safe one to pull.

“This is getting difficult.” He mutters, eyes narrowed.

You laugh, watching as he finally picks one and pushes it, only for the entire tower to collapse.

“Shit.” He murmurs under his breath causing your eyes to widen. “Did you just cuss?” You teased.

Reid shakes his head with a smirk, while you get up and dig through your closet. When you return, you hold up a bottle. “Two shots?”

His eyes practically pop out of their sockets. “I’m working.” You scrunch your face. “Is it really called working when you’re watching an adult?”

“I’m still on duty.” He argues. “Your dad would fire me.”

You roll your eyes. “My dad loves you. But fine Spencer, be lame.” Before he could reply, there’s a knock at the door. You both glance at each other.

“I got it, " you say, heading toward the door forgetting there was a killer on the loose and Spencer Reid wasn’t in your room to play games.

Spencer moves ahead of you. “I’ll get it.” His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. You step back as he opens the door.

Standing there is Eli, the guy from your class.

“Oh, uh… is y/n here?” Eli asks, looking past Spencer. You step forward going to the door. “Eli? What are you doing here?”

“I saw your message. Just wanted to check on you.” He says, then glances at the bottle in your hand. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Having a party?”

You quickly lower the bottle. “No, I was just-no.” You stutter.

Eli raises an eyebrow. “You don’t look sick.”

You sigh. “Yeah…I’m not. I just can’t do the project tonight. I’m sorry.” Eli glances between you and Reid before nodding slowly. “Yeah, I get it.”

Silence lingers between the three of you. It’s awkward.

“Wait.” You ask suddenly. “How did you find my room?”

“Lisa.” He answers quickly. “I asked her.”

You nod, but something about it feels… off. You glance at Spencer, who’s watching Eli closely, brows drawn together like he’s analyzing something.

Eli clears his throat. “Well, I’ll let you guys be. Let me know when we can start the project.”

“Yeah, I will.” You say, before shutting the door.

You turn to Spencer. “That was awkward.” He nodded. “Is that your friend?”

“No. Barely know him. Just a project partner.” You say.

“Hmm.” Spencer’s eyes narrow slightly, his expression unreadable. You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.” He says, but there’s a trace of suspicion in his voice. “You just can’t be too sure about people.”

You nod. “Do you think the unsub will be caught tonight?” He exhales, his lips pressing together in thought. “I’m not sure. So far, he hasn’t left much evidence behind.”

“How does he do it?” You ask, curiosity outweighing your nerves. Spencer hesitates. “I don’t think your dad would appreciate me telling you.”

You cross your arms. “Well, I don’t think that’s my dad’s choice.”

He sighs, clearly understanding your frustration. After a moment, he finally gives in.

“He stalks them.” Spencer says, his voice lower now. “He waits until they’re alone, takes them somewhere secluded. He hurts them… bad. And then he.” His jaw tightens before finishing. “He assaults them. It’s brutal y/n. That’s why Hotch is so worried.”

Your breath catches. His gaze is firm, searching yours, waiting for a reaction. And for a second, you don’t know what to say. You had meant what you said to your dad about it not being fair, but hearing this… it makes you feel something else.

“If he stalks them, does that make his killings far apart?” You ask, your voice quieter now.

Spencer nods. “He’s projected to strike again in a few days, but we are trying to prevent that. He only keeps his victims for a few hours, but he takes his time choosing them. He studies them.”

Goosebumps rise along your arms, and suddenly, the walls of your dorm feel too close. “I need air.”

Spencer watches you for a moment before offering. “Well can walk around?”

You nod.

The two of you walk with no destination, the sky shifting into soft oranges and purples as the sun starts to set. The air is cooler now, and the silence between you isn’t uncomfortable.

“So.” Spencer finally says, breaking the quiet. “How are you liking college?”

You glance at him, appreciating his efforts. “It’s been good. A lot of people to meet, a lot of things to do.”

He nods. “When I was in college, I didn’t really… do much.” You let out a small laugh. “Weren’t you, like, fourteen?”

He smirks. “Yeah. That might have had something to do with it.” You tilt your head. “What’s it like? Being that smart?”

Spencer thinks for a moment before answering. “Uh- I don’t know. Sometimes it’s good. Other times it feels like… too much. Even for myself.”

“Must be exhausting.” You murmur

“Can be.” He admits.

The wind picks up slightly, and you shiver without meaning to. You mentally curse yourself for not bringing a jacket.

Spencer notices. without a word, he shrugs off his own. “Here. Take mine.”

You shake your head. “What? No, it’s cold. You need it.”

“I was starting to feel hot in it anyway.” He says, holding it out to you. You narrow your eyes. “You’re a terrible liar, Spencer.”

He doesn’t argue. Instead, he just steps closer and drapes the jacket over your shoulders himself, his hands brushing against you for just a second longer than necessary.

You blink up at him, caught off guard.

“Now you have to take it.” He says simply.

You huff but pull it tighter around yourself, the fabric warm. “Fine.” Spencer smirks, satisfied.

You glance down, smiling softly. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He replied, giving you the same soft smile, and with that you both continued walking.

The conversation mostly consisting of Spencer throwing out random facts.

Just as he finished explaining why flamingoes stand on one leg, you glanced down and noticed your shoelace had come undone.

“Damn.” You muttered

Before you could react, Spencer crouched down without hesitation, his long fingers grabbing the laces. He tied them quickly, but his movements were gentle, careful.

You swallowed, feeling a rush of warmth crawl up your neck. It was a simple sweet gesture.

“Thanks.” You murmured.

He looked up at you, his eyes catching yours for just a second too long before he stood back up. You cleared your throat, motioning toward a nearby bench.

The two of you sat down, silence setting over for a brief moment before you turned toward him. “So, Spencer, do you have a girlfriend?”

The question clearly caught him off guard. His capture stiffened slightly, and he glanced at you, one eyebrow raised. “Uh-no. Why?”

You shrugged. “Because you do all these nice little things. Feels like there has to be a girl.”

He shook his head. “No girlfriend.”

“Hmm.” You tilted your head, studying him. “That’s surprising.” Spencer gave you a skeptical look. “Why?”

“Because.” You said simply, “You’re sweet. You’re smart.” Then, without much thought, you reached up and lightly brushed your fingers through his hair. “And you’re pretty good-looking.”

The reaction was instant. His whole face turned red, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. Even his ears betrayed him, turning an adorable shade of pink.

“I-I just… I don’t know.” He stammered. “I’m busy, I guess.”

“Yeah.” You hummed, leaning back against the bench. Then, he smirked slightly, his confidence suddenly returning. “Why do you care?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Spencer. I’m just nosey, must be genetic.”

“Right.” He said, nodding as if he didn’t believe you for a second. You narrowed your eyes at him, amused by his boldness. Before you could stop yourself, you turned the question back on him.

“Well, do you think I have a boyfriend?”

He tilted his head, considering you for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Yeah.” You answered casually, watching as his smirk faltered for just a second. His expression was unreadable, but you caught the small shift, the way his shoulders tensed, the way his fingers curled slightly against his lap.

“Oh. I didn’t know that.” He said

You let the silence hang for a bit too long before grinning. “I’m joking, Spencer. I don’t have one.”

He exhaled, shaking his head as he turned toward you, unimpressed. “Yeah, I think I can see why.”

You gasped, shoving his shoulder slightly. “Wow. Sassy.”

Spencer just laughed, and you found yourself staring at him a little too long, watching the way his smile softened his features.

Then, almost instinctively, the teasing faded. The space between you seemed smaller. His gaze flickering to your lips, so quick you almost thought you imagined it.

Your heart picked up speed.

“You know.” You said, your voice lower now. “For someone who’s never had a girlfriend, you sure don’t suck at flirting.”

Spencer’s eyes darkened with amusement. “Who says I’m flirting?” You arched a brow. “Oh, so you just tie everyone’s shoes for them, and hand out your coat?”

He smirked but didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted just slightly toward you.

Neither of you spoke, but something was different now, he was watching you in a way he hadn’t before, like he was debating something.

And then, before you could overthink it, you leaned in first. He met you halfway.

The kiss was slow at first, hesitant, like neither of you wanted to acknowledge it was happening. But then Spencer’s hand found your jaw, his touch delicate, and suddenly, it wasn’t hesitant anymore.

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his button up, pulling him just a little closer, feeling the warmth of him against you.

Spencer’s lips moved against yours with surprising confidence, his fingers firm against your jaw as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, pleading for entrance, and you don’t hesitate to grant it.

A quiet sigh escaped you, your hands instinctively tightening around the fabric of his shirt.

“Spencer.” You breathed between kisses, your voice barely more than a whisper.

His lips left your mouth only to find the curve of your jaw, then lower, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck. The contrast was dizzying.

The Spencer you knew, the one who rattled off statistics and fidgeted when people stood too close felt miles away from the one currently leaving a trail of heat against your skin.

Had you really been gone that long?

Deep down, a part of you had always wondered about him.

You’d always thought he was cute. He was different from you in almost every way. Careful where you are reckless, and logical where you are impulsive.

Maybe that was why you found yourself so drawn to him.

His hands moved from your jaw to your throat, his fingers grazing lower, trailing down your body until they landed on your waist. His touch was warm, grounding.

You weren’t sure if you were pulling him closer or if he was the one doing it, but the space between you two was practically nonexistent.

Then, suddenly, he stiffened.

Spencer pulled back so fast it left you breathless, his wide eyes darting around. “Did you hear that?”

You blinked, still dazed. “What?”

“I think I heard something.” His body tensed, one hand instinctively resting on his gun as he stood, scanning the area.

You quickly straightened, glancing around. The campus was quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of crickets and rustling leaves from the breeze.

“Maybe we should head back.” You suggested, still trying to catch your breath.

Spencer nodded, but not before his gaze flickered back to you, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss you’d just shared.

“Yeah.” He said, his voice quieter now. “It’s late.”

The both of you walk back in silence, both thinking about the actions that took place a moment ago.

As you finally reach your dorm, something on the floor catches your eye. A pink envelope.

Spencer notices it too, his sharp gaze narrowing. Without hesitation, he bends down to grab it. “It just has your name.” He says, his voice low. He hands it over, and you take it.

You open it without thinking much, assuming it’s some harmless note. But the moment you pull out what’s inside, a wave of fear washes over you.

“Oh my god.”

Your voice trembles as your fingers clutch the two Polaroid photos. The first is of you and Spencer kissing. His hand cupping your jaw, the image capturing the undeniable intimacy of the moment.

The second photo was when Spencer was scanning the area after hearing a strange noise, his hand on his gun. Someone had been watching. Someone had been right there.

You shove the photos toward Spencer. His expression hardens as he studies them, brows furrowing deeply. He looked furious.

“We have to give these to the team.” He says firmly.

“No, it’s probably just a prank.” You argue, though your voice is weak. You’re desperate to convince yourself, but even you don’t believe it.

Spencer shakes his head. “We can’t be too sure. I’m sorry.” He apologizes as he slides the photos back into the envelope.

You swallow hard, the weight of it all crashing down. “My dad’s going to be upset.”

Spencer steps toward you, his fingers brushing the strands of your hair behind your ear. “It’s going to be alright.” He assures you.

Your eyes scan him, and you can see guilt flashing across his face. You know he feels responsible, and you can’t help but feel the same.

Without another word, he pulls out his phone. “We have something that might be connected.” He says into the receiver, his voice clipped. “Alright. We’ll be on our way.”

The walk to campus security is silent, the dread growing heavier with every step. When you arrive, your father is already there, his signature stoic expression barely concealing his concern.

“What is it?” He asks, striding toward you both.

You and Spencer exchange a quick, uneasy glance. Spencer hands him the envelope.

Your father opens the envelope, his eyes flickering over the contents. The tension in the room is unbearable. You swear you can hear Spencer’s heartbeat.

“What is this?” Hotch’s voice is low, but the restrained anger is clear. His gaze shifts to you, demanding answers.

“They were taken of us… not too long ago.” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He doesn't respond immediately. The weight of his silence is crushing.

“So, I send an agent to watch over you, and instead, you make him go against orders. You kiss him while a murderer is on the loose, on your campus, targeting girls.” his words cut through you.

“I-I know. I'm sorry.” you stammer, instinctively glancing at Spencer. “It was my fault.”

But Spencer immediately shakes his head. “No it wasn’t. I’m the one that didn’t follow orders, it’s not her fault.”

“I don’t care whose fault it is. You both had orders, and you failed to comply.” He looks directly at Spencer. “Reid, join JJ. Now.”

Spencer hesitates, clearly torn, but nods. He gives you one last glance before walking away.

“Y/n.” Your father’s voice lowers. “We need to talk.”

You follow him into an empty room, the door clicking shut behind you. The air is thick with unspoken words. You brace yourself, expecting the worst. But when your father finally speaks, it isn’t the scolding you anticipated.

“Do you think you might know who took these?” His tone is calm, but his eyes remain sharp.

You’re caught off guard. “No. I don’t.”

“Think y/n. Is there anyone - someone you’ve been seeing? Someone who might have been watching you?”

You rack your brain, the panic making it hard to focus. “There’s… Eli. The guy I’m working on a project with. He came by to check on me, but that’s really the only person I’ve talked to.”

Your father nods, processing. “And your roommate, do you think she seems like the type to give out your whereabouts? Does she seem untrustworthy?”

You shake your head. “I don’t have one.”

His jaw tightens. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I didn’t think it was important.” You admit, your voice small.

“You didn’t think it was important to tell me you were alone in your dorm? That was the one thing I take comfort in while you are away, knowing there was someone else there.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

His expression softens just a fraction, but the frustration is still evident. “We’ll talk about this later. Right now, I need to question Eli. What class?”

“Psychology.” You say

He gives you a short nod and turns to leave. You follow him out, but the tension lingers.

“Garcia can you look through the schools files for an Eli, a class he takes is psychology with y/n.” He says on the phone.

“I don’t think it’s him.” You say quietly. “I’ve barely seen him around.”

“And that.” Derek interjects, stepping beside you, “Makes him even more suspicious.”

Emily nods in agreement. “If he’s the unsub, he could’ve been targeting you. Sudden appearances aren’t always coincidences.”

You sigh, and take a seat in one of the chairs, the weight of everything pressing down on you. Despite the hum of voices around you, exhaustion wins. Your eyes fluttered close, and before you realize it, sleep over takes you.

“Okay, Garcia gave me the location of Eli’s apartment.” Your dad’s stern voice snaps you awake. “Morgan and JJ, come with me. Prentiss and Rossi, stay here and keep an eye on them.”

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you sit up. “What’s going on?”

Your father doesn’t answer, already halfway through to door. Emily steps closer, her expression a mixture of concern and relief. “They found Eli’s apartment. But, y/n … Eli was never enrolled in your class.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“He’s been sneaking in.” She says softly. “Pretending to be a student. We think he’s been watching you for a while.”

You stare at her, the words sinking in. Your pulse races as the realization hits. “Oh my god.”

“It’s becoming clear that you were most likely one of his next victims.” Rossi joins in, their eyes both full of empathy.

“But he seemed so…” you trail off, struggling to find the right word. Normal doesn’t feel right. Not now.

“I know.” Emily says, nodding. “It’s difficult. But we’re close to figuring this out. You’re safe now.”

You swallow, the reassurance barely easing your nerves. Rossi lays a reassuring hand on your should giving it a gentle squeeze “It’s going to be okay kid.” He says you nodded and watched as he walked away.

You sit back down, gathering the information you’ve just been told.

Just as the heavy silence settles in, Emily tilts her head, smirking slightly. “That’s a nice sweater.”

Confused, you glance down. It’s only then you remember, Spencer’s sweater. The sleeves are a little long, the faint scent of his cologne lingering.

“Oh. Uh it’s not mine.” You mumble, tugging at the hem. Emily’s smirk deepens. “I know.”

Without another word, she stands and walks toward one of the other rooms, leaving you with your thoughts. You let out a long breath, rubbing your hands over your face. The stress is unbearable.

“Here.” Spencer’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. He holds out a cup of coffee, his fingers brushing yours as you take it.

“Thank you.” You murmur, the warmth of the cup grounding you, he gave you a soft warm smile. “I’m sorry Spencer.” You apologize.

His eyes scan your face. “You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

You blink at him. “You’re acting as if I didn’t kiss you back.” He says. Heat creeps up your neck. “I just feel like this is my fault.” You admit, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re stuck here instead of searching Eli’s apartment. Emily having to babysit now. And all because-”

“Because we went for a walk?” Spencer finishes, raising an eyebrow. “And kissed? You do realize that without that walk, and that kiss, we probably wouldn’t have gotten this close to catching him.”

His words sink in. The guilt that’s been gnawing at you lessens, just a little.

“So in some weird, messed-up way.” He continues, his voice softer. “It’s a good thing.”

You manage a small smile. “I guess.”

Spencer’s grin grows, and for a second, the tension in the air lightens. “Well, I should get out of here before Emily comes back.”

“Probably a good idea.”

With one last lingering look, he turns and heads out. The warmth of the moment fades as the waiting continues. Minutes pass, then thirty. You sip the last of your coffee, anxiety prickling beneath your skin.

The sudden sound of the door opening draws your attention. Your father and Morgan stride inside, and between them, handcuffed and smirking, is Eli.

“Prentiss, Reid.” Hotch says, his voice sharp. “Join JJ at Eli’s apartment. She’s going through it now.”

Spencer and Emily don’t waste a second, slipping out of the building. You barely register them leaving, your focus locked on Eli. He walks past you, and despite the restraints, his presence feels suffocating.

“It’s not over.” He evilly smiles as the words left his mouth, your blood runs cold.

“Don’t speak to her!” Your father snaps, his voice booming. In an instant, Hotch has Eli shoved against the wall, his face pressed hard against the surface.

You flinch, heart stammering. Eli only laughs. The sound sends a shiver down your spine.

“y/n.” Morgan’s voice is calm but firm as he steps closer. “If you need anything, we’re here. Don’t go anywhere alone. Got it?”

You nod, barely able to find your voice. “Got it.”

Morgan gives you a reassuring nod before following your father into the makeshift interrogation room. You’re left there, your mind racing. Emily’s words from earlier echo in your head.

“You’re safe now”

You want to believe that, but with Eli’s words burned into your memory, it’s hard to feel safe at all.

After what felt like hours, you made your way to the restroom, you splash cold water on your face, the droplets sliding down your skin as you brace your hands on the sink.

The reflection staring back at you is pale and exhausted, the weight of everything visible in your eyes. You close them for a moment, willing the lingering feeling to disappear.

But then, the sound of a lock clicking behind you jolts you awake.

Your heart leaps as you whip around. A man stands in the front of the door, his expression twisted with excitement. He’s holding a gun, the metallic glint catching the harsh bathroom light.

“We’re going to do this the easy way, okay Claire?” His voice is disturbingly calm, like he’s rehearsed these words a thousand times.

“Claire?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m not Claire.”

But he doesn’t listen. He steps forward, his grip tightening around the gun. You instinctively back away.

“It’s okay.” He soothes, though his eyes are wild. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you with me.”

He’s closing in now, his body looming. You can feel the panic rising, your chest tightening. Every part of you screams to run, but the barrel of the gun hovers dangerously close.

“Let’s go home, Claire.”

The words send a chill down your spine. You open your mouth to scream, but before you can make a sound, the gun is at your temple. The cold steel sends a shock through you.

“We’re going to be quiet, okay?” He growls, his lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t make me shoot you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your pulse pounds. You can feel his erratic breathing, the tension in the air thick and suffocating. Every instinct tells you to fight, to scream, but you don’t.

“Okay.” You force out, your voice trembling.

He grabs your arm, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you towards the door. Each step is slow, calculated. He cracks the door open, peering down the empty hallway. You silently pray that someone will come, your dad, Morgan, Rossi, anyone.

But the hall remains empty.

No one sees.

No one hears.

And then, he’s dragging you through the exit.

——

Back in the interrogation room, Eli sits slouched in the chair, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“You’re making a mistake.” He taunts, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Rossi narrowed his eyes. “A mistake?”

Eli nods, chuckling to himself. “I knew you’d come. That’s why I was home. You’re too predictable. And while you’re all in here wasting time on me…” he leans forward, savoring every word. “No one’s watching your daughter.”

The room shifts in an instant. The air turns cold. Hotch’s face darkens, fear flashing through his eyes.

“Morgan, Rossi. Stay here.” Hotch orders, his voice sharp. Without another word, he storms out. His movements are frantic, searching every corner of the building. Empty chairs, empty hallways. The tension grows unbearable.

“Where the hell is she?” He demands, slamming his fists on the table when he returns. The sound echoes through the room.

Eli simply smirks. “I don’t know.”

——

The van jerks violently as the man speeds through the dark streets. Your wrists ache from the rope biting into your skin, and the duct tape over your mouth muffles your desperate pleads.

He’s erratic, mumbling to himself as he drives. You pray for the sight of flashing police lights, for anyone who might notice how reckless he’s being. But the roads remain empty.

After what feels like eternity, the van screeches to a stop.

“We’re here.” He announces, giddy like a child on Christmas morning.

He yanks open the back doors, his rough hands grabbing at you. You scream, the sound muffled and desperate. You kick, pounding your fists against his back as he hauls you over his shoulder. But it doesn’t faze him.

The air shifts as he carries you inside. The stench is unbearable, a rancid mixture of mildew, rot, and something metallic. The walls are stained, rust creeping across the cracked concrete. Water pools around the floor, dark and slick.

He dumps you onto the ground, the impact knocking the air from your lungs. Before you can react, he pulls a heavy chain from the corner, the rusted links clinking together.

“This is so you don’t try and leave like the others.” He sneers

The chain clamps around your neck, the padlock snapping shut. The weight is suffocating, restricting your movements to only a few feet. You twist and pull, but it’s useless.

He crouches in front of you, his grin wide with satisfaction. “We’re finally together, Claire. Just like I promised.”

Tears burn your eyes as you stare at him, your heart continues to pound violently. The panic threatens to consume you, but you fight it. You have to stay calm. You have to find a way out.

But as he watches you with twisted delight, the truth sinks in. No one knows where you are.

The tape rips from your mouth, the sting sharp against your skin. You gasp, your chest heaving, but before you can speak, the man crouches in front of you, his eyes wild and desperate.

“Before we continue, Claire.” He says, his voice low and deliberate “I need you to be truthful.”

Your glare sharpens, every nerve in your body screaming to fight. “I’m not Claire, you psycho! Let me go!”

The words barely leave your lips before his hands snap to your face, gripping your chin tightly. The veins in his neck bulge with fury.

“You are Claire!”

His trembling hand digs into his pocket, pulling out a worn photo. He shoves it into your view. “This is us, Claire! Before you decided to leave!”

The woman in the photo has your face, or almost. The same features, the same hair.

“That’s not me.” You whisper, shaking your head.

“You always like to lie!” He growls, his voice cracking. He finally lets go, pushing you back against the cold wall as he paces, running his free hand through his greasy hair.

Then he stops.

“Who was that guy?” His voice drops, seething. “The scrawny agent. Why were you with him?”

You blink, confused. “What?”

His teeth clench. “Why did you let him touch you?” He snarls. “Why did you let him look at you like that?!”

He’s talking about Spencer.

“No, no.” You stammer, your pulse racing. “He’s no one. You don’t have to worry about him.”

But it’s too late. The idea is planted, festering in his mind. He shakes his head, a bitter grin twisting his lips.

“I need him here.” He says, his voice trembling with conviction. “I’m going to bring him here.”

“No!” You cry, panic lacing your voice. “You don’t need him! You have me!”

“You need to help me, Claire!” He pleads, crouching down once more. His eyes are wide, frantic. “You have to get him here.”

Tears burn your eyes as you shake your head. “I can't do that.”

He reaches forward, his rough thumb swiping a tear from your cheek. “Don’t cry, darling. It's going to be okay.”

But it won't be.

“Tell me the number.” his voice cracks, dangerous edge creeping in. “I wont.” you whisper.

His hand snaps to his belt, pulling out a small knife. The light catches the dull blade.

“Why are you making me do this?!” he roars, the knife flashing. Before you can move, the cold steel slices across your arm. The pain is immediate, searing. You scream, clutching at the bleeding wound.

——

“Y/n is missing.”

JJ’s words hit like a bullet. Spencer’s heart drops.

“What?” He breathes, his voice sharp. “How? Someone was supposed to be watching her.”

“We don’t know, but Hotch needs us.”

Without another thought, they leave Eli’s apartment and rush back to campus. Spencer’s mind races, his breath short. This can’t be happening.

Emily and JJ make their way into the building but before Spencer reaches the door behind them, his phone rings.

His hands fumble as he answers.

“Hello?”

“Spencer.” Your voice quivers on the other end. “It’s me.”

His chest tightens. “Y/n! Where are you? Hold on! Let me get Hotch.”

“No!” Your voice cracks. “Spencer, don’t. Please… just come. He wants you here, and he says he’ll hurt me if you bring the team.”

“Y/n.” Spencer runs a trembling hand through his hair, panic gripping him.

“Come unarmed.” You whisper. “The address is 3840 Cherry road.”

The line crackles. And then-

“Don’t come, Spencer! Please!”

A sickening thud enters through the phone, your muffled cries follow.

“y/n!” Spencer shouts, his voice breaking. But there’s no answer.

The line goes dead.

His hands shake as he scribbles the address onto a scrap of paper, dropping it where someone will find it. Without another word, he bolts for the SUV.

——

The building looms ahead, rotting, desolate. Spencer moves quickly, his steps silent. The walls are damp, stained with water and time. The stench of mold lingers.

Then he sees you. Sitting against a wall, your head hanging low.

“Y/n.” He gasps, rushing to your side. Blood stains your lips, your nose, and a fresh cut marks your cheek. You’re barely conscious, your head lolling.

“Spencer?” You murmur, your voice weak. But as your eyes adjust, terror flashes across your face.

“No.” You whisper, your hands weakly pushing him away. “Why did you come? I told you not to.”

Before Spencer can respond, a voice rings out.

“Stop touchin’ her.”

Spencer freezes. You both turn, dread pulling in your stomach. The man stands, his eyes blazing with fury.

He lunges, grabbing Spencer and shoving him to the ground, he then pulls out a gun.

“You don’t want to do this.” Spencer says, his hands raised. “We can talk.”

“Why were you with Claire?” The man’s voice booms, echoing through the building. “She doesn’t want you! She wants me!”

“Claire?” Spencer asks cautiously, trying to keep him talking. “Don’t say her name!”

“You want the truth?” Spencer’s voice is steady now, his eyes never leaving the gun. “She doesn’t want you. She never did.”

You stare at him in shock, wondering if he’s gone crazy.

“She wants me.” Spencer presses, his voice low “She doesn’t want you.”

“Do you want me to explain more of what we did?, what you didn’t get to see?” Spencer asked. “What is he talking about?” The unsub asked as he made his way towards you angrily. “You slut!” He spat in your face, but before he could strike you a gunshot echos.

The man in front of you crumbles, blood stains his chest. His eyes go wide, and the life drains from him.

You gasp, and look to see Spencer standing, his gun drawn, chest heaving.

He rushes to get the keys out of the pockets of the dead man, then to you unlocking the chain from your neck, and untying your wrists. The moment you’re free, you collapse into his arms.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, holding you tightly, his hand going up and down your back. “You’re safe now.”

You cling to him, sobbing. “I was so scared.”

“I know.” Spencer breathes, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry.”

The sound of footsteps echo. “They’re in here!” Morgan’s voice rings out.

Hotch bursts through the doors, his eyes locking onto you and Spencer. You let go of Spencer and make your way towards your dad, stumbling, but he needs you halfway and catches you in his arms, tightly pulling you against him.

He was scared to let you go, scared you’d disappear.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers, his voice thick with guilt.

You shook your head not wanting to hear his apologies, you were just thankful to be able to see him again.

“I want to go home.” You whisper, your tears soaking into his shirt.

Hotch’s hand gently cups your face, his fingers tracing the cuts. He nods, his voice trembling.

“We’ll go home, baby.”

——

1 month later…

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and stepped into the familiar hum of the BAU office. Jacks small hand gripped yours tightly while the other held a plate of cookies, still warm from the oven. As you passed through the glass doors, a wave of familiar faces greeted you, their smiles wide with excitement.

“Y/n!” JJ’s voice rang out first, her arms already reaching for you. She pulled you into a tight hug, swaying you slightly before Emily joined in.

“I was wondering when we’d get a visit!” Emily grinned, her dark eyes bright.

“Yeah, I would’ve come sooner but-”

“But I told her to stay home and rest.” Your dad cut in, his voice warm as he appeared beside you. Jack immediately wiggled free to run into his arms.

“Makes sense, recovery is important.” Rossi added, his fatherly tone laced with relief.

“Yeah, but it could’ve been worse.” You said, shrugging. “I’m just glad I healed up so quickly.”

“We all are, kid.” Derek said, squeezing your shoulder. His easy grin was one you’d miss.

“And what do we have here?” Penelope asked, her bright eyes locked on the plate in your hands.

“Cookies.” You answered, holding the plate up. “I wanted to thank you all. For everything. For helping me.”

A chorus of “Aww’s” and “Yay’s” echoed through the bullpen, and you set the plate on the nearest desk as the team eagerly grabbed a treat. Your father’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, his grip, strong and steady.

“Thank you.” He said softly, his voice just for you.

you met his gaze, the tension that had once existed between you now barely a shadow. “Thank you, dad. I wouldn’t be here without you. I’m sorry for how things were before. But I’m glad we’re…better now.”

His eyes softened, and he kissed the top of your head, a rare display of affection that made your chest ache in the best possible way.

As the others laughed and chatted, you scanned the room instinctively. And there he was.

Through the glass walls of an office, Spencer Reid stood, his tall frame slightly hunched as he watched you. His eyes met yours, warm and hesitant. Without thinking, you smiled. He moved towards you, his steps quick.

“Y/n.” He said

“Spencer.” The way his name left your lips felt far too easy. “How are you feeling? Are you- are you okay?” His voice was careful, but the concern was evident.

“I’m good. Really good.” You reassured him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Better than ever, actually.”

His smile mirrored yours, though his eyes lingered on you like he was still checking for any sign of pain. “That’s…that’s good. I’m happy to hear that.”

“You should grab a cookie before Morgan eats the whole plate.” You joked, tilting your head toward the group. “yeah, I probably should.” He laughed softly, but he didn’t move.

His gaze held yours, something unspoken passing between you.

“How about you? How’ve you been?” you asked, shifting slightly closer. “Oh, you know. Same old routine,” he said with a small shrug. “Books. Cases. A lot of facts no one asked for.”

You grinned. “Still no girlfriend then?”

His eyes widened, and he stammered. “Uh, no. No girlfriend.”

“Shame.” You teased. “I finally turn twenty-one tomorrow, you know. So if you’re free we can finally have that drink you denied me last time at my dorm.”

He blinked, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You remember that?”

“Of course I do.” You grinned. “And now you don’t have an excuse.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I’d like that a lot.”

“Good.” You lingered on the word, savoring how his cheeks turned reddened.

“I could pick you up.” He offered quickly. “If you want.”

“Perfect.” You nodded. “I live with my dad now, so just come by.”

“You moved back to Virginia?”

“Yeah, I transferred. It’s… nice being here. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I came back.”

“I’m glad you’re back.” Spencer said softly. “Maybe we can, uh, hang out more.”

You tilted your head, biting back a grin. “I’d like that. A lot.”

“Cool.” His voice cracked slightly, and the way his eyes flickered down to the floor only made him more endearing.

“Cool.” You echoed playfully, reaching for his hand. “But first, cookies!”

You tugged him gently, his hand gently squeezed yours, neither of you said anything, but the warmth lingered.

You and Jack stayed a bit longer, but the team eventually had to get back to work. With a few more laughs and lingering hugs, it was time to go.

“Well, it was nice seeing you guys,” you said, gripping Jack’s small hand. “Don’t be a stranger!” Penelope called with a wide grin.

“You’re always welcome,” Emily added. “And next time, bring cupcakes,” Rossi teased, flashing his signature smirk.

You laughed, the warmth of their affection lingering. “I will. Promise.”

After waving goodbye, you led Jack through the glass doors and out to the parking lot. Once you reached your car, you carefully buckled him into the backseat, ensuring he was comfortable.

“y/n.”

You froze, the sound of your name stirring something electric inside you. Turning, you saw Spencer walking toward you, his long strides closing the distance quickly. Before you could even process it, his hands cupped your jaw, fingers tracing the delicate lines of your face. And then, his lips were on yours.

It was sudden, desperate. His mouth moved against yours, soft and warm, but the urgency behind it set your skin on fire. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the crisp air, and the world seemed to blur around you.

You pulled back, breathless, your wide eyes meeting his. “What was that?” you asked, though your lips still tingled from the kiss.

“I-I don’t know,” Spencer stammered, just as stunned as you were. His thumb brushed your cheek as if trying to memorize the moment. “I just felt like… I needed to do that.”

A slow smile spread across your face. “Well, I’m glad you did.”

And before he could respond, you pulled him back in. This time, it wasn’t rushed. Your hands slipped around his neck, fingertips tangling in his hair as his lips met yours once more. He responded instantly, his body pressing closer, the kiss deepening. Your tongue traced along his, and a soft, quiet groan escaped him, a sound that made warmth coil low in your stomach.

You could’ve stayed like that forever. The way he held you, the way his mouth tasted like coffee and something distinctly Spencer, it all felt intoxicating.

But then you remembered, the kid you’re responsible for in the back of your car.

“Spencer,” you murmured against his lips, reluctantly pulling away. “I have to go.”

He nodded, his forehead resting against yours. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You smiled, brushing your fingers over his cheek. “If you’re free tonight… I’d love to come over. Maybe we can pick up where we left off.”

His eyes darkened just slightly, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “I’m free.”

“Good.”

He stepped back, but not without stealing one last lingering glance. Ever the gentleman, he opened the car door for you, waiting as you slipped inside.

“Drive safe,” he said softly, his hand still resting on the doorframe. You gave him a playful wink. “I will.”

As you pulled out of the parking lot, Jack’s voice piped up from the backseat.

“Eww.”

You caught his grin in the rearview mirror and brought a finger to your lips. “Shhh.”

He burst into laughter, and despite the embarrassment, a giddy warmth settled in your chest. . .

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(not so) sneaky

what happens when a drunk chan wants to cuddle while the group's in italy, except no one knows you're dating...

pairing: dino x 14thmember!reader

genre: fluff, lightly suggestive? (just very detailed making out i guess)

word count: 1.1k

cw: kisses/making out, chan had too much wine, secret relationship, set during nana tour

a/n: i'm finally back! this wasn't what i was originally going to put out, but i've been stuck trying to finish a different fic so here yall go 👀 i will be back on my normal posting schedule now!!! could NOT find a third pic so i guess it's just 2 for now

dividers by @purefantasia

someone lands onto your bed with an "oomph"

assuming it's wonwoo, for the third time, maybe coming to give you another souvenir, you wink an eye open. "you need something, won?" but instead your greeted with a sloppy, suspiciously wine tasting peck on the lips. oh lord.

you widen your eyes at the attack, staring at the culprit who pulls away with a dramatic "mwah!"

"chan? what are you doing? what if there's someone in here?" you ramble, sitting up properly to scan the room, accidentally knocking into chan's head in the process.

"ow! y/n～!," he sulks, "aren't you happy to see your boyfriend? what's with the aggression～"

thankfully, the room is empty, or at least you think so. it's basically pitch black save for the moonlight that peeks in through a sheer curtain. you turn your head back at chan, sighing when you can practically smell the wine coming off of him.

"you're so drunk, aren't you?" you ask, and all he does is nod in response, pushing you down onto your back and laying down next to you. normally, you'd nag him. you'd tell him that you've warned him about the damage he'd probably do to his career if he wouldn't stop downing glasses of wine like it's water, but it's not a normal day, so you hold back this time.

since the group's tour had started, you and chan had not gotten any time to yourselves whatsoever. and as much as you were thankful for the free trip to italy, it'd only prolonged the time till you could even kiss chan, let alone cuddle.

even if sharing the same bed was normal for the members, one of them nuzzling into your neck? yeah, probably not something you could pass off as platonic. and chan? he liked to do a whole lot of that.

speaking of the members, there's a faint sound of laughter and singing that is barely muffled by the closed door- a reminder of just how risky this whole situation is, but you try to ignore it for the sake of being able to enjoy this one moment.

chan shuffles around before rolling over so that half of his body is on yours. he snuggles into your chest, as expected, and closes his eyes.

"that wine was really good, though," he mumbles quietly, as if all the energy he had a minute ago just vanished into the warmth of your bed. you chuckle at his deliberation, pondering a bit yourself. "too bad i never got to try any, think i passed out right after the game." you respond, recalling most of the evening where you were given an hour to do a mission.

you failed (the mission being that you had to carry an egg on a spoon around the entire house without dropping it, but mingyu accidentally bumped into you...), but you were glad to see that chan had passed it (plus, it gave him a chance to give you a hug with no suspicion).

he hums. "well, do you wanna try some?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you. you blink a couple times, confused. "are you really going to go out there and try to lug back a bottle without them noticing you? because i’m not getting dragged into more karaoke.”

shaking his head slightly, he laughs, his voice vibrating against you. “no, i was thinking of something more like this,”

he pulls himself up so that he’s hovering over you. his eyes flicker over every feature of your face. you watch him, almost shuddering at his gaze. suddenly, you’re thankful for the lack of light, because you don’t want to imagine how red your face is; it’s been awhile since you and chan have been doing, well, whatever he’s doing.

before you can really ask about that, he captures your lips in a hungry kiss. you let your eyes flutter shut at the contact. the whole move is pretty cheesy, but the acidic taste of wine on his lips distracts you well enough to ignore the thought.

it’s an addicting flavor, and you swipe your tongue against his lips, greedily taking as much as he’ll give you.

it’s always moments like this where chan lets loose. normally, he’s shy about his love, even when you two are alone, so it’s always a surprise whenever he’s got alcohol in his system. it almost makes you forget that he’s the one who suggested keeping you two a secret.

he parts his lips, letting your tongue roam, sighing when he feels your hand cup the back of his neck and pull it closer to you.

you two don’t really keep track of how long this goes on for, both of you being dazed in some way. but finally, you pull back.

there’s a couple seconds of breathless panting before he grins at you. “taste good?”

you smile back, “eh, would probably be better from a glass”, laughing when he gives you a look of defeat and collapses next to you, quick to pull you back into his embrace.

by now, it’s probably some wild hour in the night, and you know that chan should head out before someone barges in to go to sleep, but he doesn’t seem to want to let go.

“chan,” you warn, looking up at him to find that he’s practically passed out already, eyes closed as he breathes shallowly. “chan, you should go.” you say, even though you don’t really want him to.

“i’ll be out before someone gets here, they’re all bound to just sleep on the ground at this rate,” he yawns, tightening his grip on you.

if you knew any better, you’d push him off the bed, but for right now, you choose to believe him and you fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

-

“don’t jeonghan and dokyeom do this all time? it’s not anything abnormal…”

“okay well not like that!”

“just let them be, it’s probably nothing.”

“nah, what the hell.”

“the water isn’t working again!”

you faintly hear a mush of voices overlapping each other, but it’s none of your concern right now. chan has most definitely not left yet, still snuggled up against you.

the smart choice right now is to get up and check what’s on the agenda for today, but you don’t make that choice and decide to rest for a bit more. the warmth of chan’s body is a little too comfortable right now.

he stirs and shuffles a bit before you feel his hair tickle your neck as he seemingly looks up and plants a soft kiss to your jaw.

bad idea.

“HUH?”

“THEY’RE DATING GUYS THEY’RE DATING”

“damn chan i didn’t know you had it in you!”

“eugh”

your eyes fly open as you practically pop up into a sitting position. chan does the same.

you’re both equally as horrified to see that a good amount of the members are standing near the foot of your bed. they’re either shouting or standing with a hand covering their mouths.

chan groans besides you, falling back onto the bed as basically slam your face into a pillow.

looks like you two are never being left alone again.

[randomrandy]

Just realized I never posted the drawing my profile picture comes from! Which is a shame because the outfit is cute

It’s a doodle I liked enough to use to to mess around with some rendering stuff. I always end up liking these little experiments more then any finished artwork haha. It was definitely fun!

[elliesanqel]

more loser!ellie please i need a part 2

needy, baby?

sypnosis; you’ve been out on patrol alot more often lately, and ellie, your girlfriend, was getting more needy for you the more you weren’t there and decides to make you aware. cw; sub/loser!ellie, soft dom!fem reader, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, praising, e!receiving all, men and minors dni. a/n; okay so i loved writing this one, i looove needy ellie and istg i was dry before seeing these pics 🤨 also, this is a longer oneshot (took me a whole week to write instead of a day)…so the smutty scenes are longer🥰 hope u enjoy! 💋

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you stroll in through ellies garage door, closing it behind you as the heat from inside glides onto your skin, contasting the cold weather outside. your eyes scan through the room and immediately land on ellie who was laying on the bed, reading a book with her headphones on, listening to music. you immediately let a warm smile form on your lips, plumping up your cheeks. you drop your backpack off your shoulder and place it beside the door, next to ellies. you slide your shoes off, leaving them by the door.

as soon as you look at her, ellies eyes immediately met with your figure. a sigh of relief falling from her lips and she sits up, taking off her headphones and dropping her book, letting it close as she didnt care what page she was on, she was just happy to see you. she sits on the edge of the bed, urging you over to which you comply with a grin on your face.

���miss me?” you tease, standing inbetween her legs as her hands immediately move to grip your waist, pulling you closer as her arms wrap around you further. her cheek meets with your stomach, letting out a small ‘hmph’ into your hoodie. “mhm. of course i missed you, baby. been missin’ you alot lately.” she mumbles, her speech muffled by your hoodie, letting out another grumpy sigh as she spoke.

you frown, you were aware that you were being called on patrol alot more lately, but her words also made you feel a bit nervous to tell her what you’d found out before you arrived here. you rub the back of your neck, a nervous sigh falling from your lips. “well, uh…baby…?” you begin, your voice a bit stuttered. she lifted her head from your stomach, a frown forming on her face as her brows furrow, the tone in your voice setting her off for bad news.

“yeah?” she asks, her voice not showing an once of hopefulness. you rub your neck even more, taking a deep breath in as you felt her arms tighten around you further. “see…well, im not back for the night, yet. i’ve still got to go out and do one last patrol before someone else is put in the shift, and—” you spoke, your voice full of nerves but it was abruptly cut off by a very grumpy ellie.

“what?! again? but you’ve just got back—you’ve been on patrol so much this month. i’ve been missing you, wanting you, needing you, and i—” she spoke, her words showing evident sadness at each one she spoke. however, she cut herself off as she realised what she’d just said, her eyes widening and her lips ever so slightly parting as your eyes widened too.

a small grin forms on your lips as you speak. “needing me?” you ask, your voice falling low. ellie had to admit, you were very adept at making everything sound hot—and this was a prime example. her sadness was ephemeral as soon as she heard the change of tone in your voice and the expression on your face.

you were extremely pensive when it came ellies feelings, you knew all too well she got needy at times and you loved reassuring her. her eyes scanned your expression, looking for a sign of doubt, but there was none. “so you’ve been needy, baby?” you whisper now, your hands reaching to cup ellies neck as your thumbs caress soft circles on her smooth skin, your head slowly lowering to hers.

her cheeks flush a bright pink, her lips parting further. she saw no use in denying though, if it meant she could get what she wanted faster, then she’d comply. she nods slowly, her eyes flashing with desperation. “mhm…” she breathes out, her whole demeanour seeming to change the more heated the moment got and she could already feel herself getting wet because of you.

“fuuuck, i’ve been needing you so badly, its been torture without you here all the time like you used to be.” she half-whimpers out, her breath starting to grow ragged as she gulps, eyeing your perfect figure before her. you could tell you were making her nervous.

your grin only grows when she admits this—you couldnt help but read between the lines, even if there was nothing to really read between, but the thoughts that formed in your head only made you more desperate to please your needy girlfriend. you breathe in slowly, cupping her cheek with one hand as your other stays on her neck—your lips lowering closer as they brush over hers, your voice low.

you left no time for any sugar-coating—you straight up asked. knowing that one; it’d only mess with her more, and two; her answer would most likely make you just as wet as she was, but you were better at disguising it.

“did you ever touch yourself thinking of me, sweetheart?”

ellies voice hitches, her thighs instinctively trying to tighten to keep the heat pooling between them tame, but as you were stood right inbetween her legs, they only tightened around you instead, which was definitely an answer to your question—much like her reply.

“y-yeah.” she replies, her eyes almost fluttering shut but your tug on her chin made them snap right back open. she felt her chest begin to tighten, butterflies completely flooding her stomach as your lips brushed against hers. her cheeks flaring with redness.

she almost looked ashamed—like she’d just admitted to something completely abominable; only, she hadnt. not to you, anyway. to you it was hot, reallll fucking hot. it only caused more images to form in your head. the idea of her holding a picture of you in her hand while her other was sliding down her naked lower half, her legs sprawled apart on the bed as she layed on it, her fingers slipping up and down her already soaked folds and beginning to toy with her clit, causing herself to emmit needy whines and curses. the occasional moaning of your name as she was obviously wishing it was you who was touching her.

the way you imagined her slipping two fingers inside her throbbing hole, desperately pumping them in and out as it made loud squelching noises from how wet she was. the facial expressions she would’ve been making—brows knitted together, mouth agape, cheeks flushed, eyes either rolling back or squeezed shut. the needy ‘nghhh—shit…oh my fuuuuck’ she’d scream.

you loved how needy your girlfriend could get sometimes, she was so unbelievably hot when she was, she was also alot more vocal which turned you on even more. you were completely lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed ellie had been waiting for a response from you. your eyes snapped back to hers, looking at her up and down. you could tell she was wanting some reassurance from what she’d just admitted to you by her uncomfortable shifting.

“i’d better fix that then, hm?” you grin, laying a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back, eyesight level with hers. her cheeks flushed as you kissed her, her expression softening. she was about to ask something, but you stopped her before she could. “i’ll get someone else to do tonights patrol, don’t worry, princess.” you smirk, taking ellies hands off of your waist as slowly pushing her back on the bed as you began crawling on top of her.

she wasnt even able to react as you’d moved too quickly and suddenly you were on top of her, your thighs resting either side of her waist. you intertwined your hand with hers, pressing hers into the matress as you held it tight. your other hand swiped down, unbuttoning her skinny jeans and letting her help you slip them off along with her boxers.

her breath hitched once again, her eyes watching your every move as she felt the cool air against her heat. her eyes squeeze shut. “oh god…” she whispers, voice already sounding breathless. you grin, having not even touched her yet and she already sounded weak and tired. you inch your lips to brush against hers again, your voice low and dripping with tease. “want me to give you what you’ve been needing, sweetheart? want me to treat that pussy well?” you bite your bottom lip as you speak, her reaction to your words making your own pussy ache.

her breath stutters, her eyes flickering to your lips that were so close, before going back to your eyes. “yeah…p-please, baby. please.” she whispers, her breath hot against your lips. now, who were you to deny such beautiful manners?

your hand tightened on hers as it rested beside her head, your other trailing down and meeting with her heat, your fingers playing with her folds. her head instantly shot back, her eyes rolling. “oh my—ohh my fucking god…” she whines desperately. you’d barely even done anything yet and she was already whining like some loser.

your eyes soften. when you really thought about it, she was far from the tough facade people saw from the outside. she was genuinely your princess—you loved giving her that treatment, giving her what she wanted, she loved that too. the only truly dominant one in this relationship was you. she could be, but she loved the princess treatment more, and you could tell how much she loved you as she never let a single soul see this side of her.

your lips inch down to kiss her and she instantly reciprocated it, her lips gliding with yours as it instantly became sloppy and needy. your fingers began toying with her swollen clit, swirling it in soft circles which caused her to moan into your mouth and her hips buck up against your hand. you grin against her lips, your tongue gliding against her bottom lip to which she opened her own further, letting your tongue glide against hers, causing your own muffled sighs to escape.

your hand gripped hers tighter, smushing it into the pillow beneath her head as your fingers worked at a faster pace on her clit. all the while watching the way her face twists in pleasure as you kiss eachother passionately. you begin to urge two fingers now, slipping them effortlessly inside of her wet, aching pussy. you swore you could feel her walls instantly pulse around your fingers as you slid them inside of her.

this caused her to break the kiss, her head arching back in pure ecstasy as her eyes rolled back too, a croaked whimper escaping her throat. “oh, baby—oh fuuuck, keep going…faster.” she whines, hips bucking against your hand in a quicker pace.

she was in such a mess, and you were loving it. you decide to give her everything she wants, after all—she’d been needing you for ages now.

you pump your fingers faster, the pace making squelching noises from how she was already dripping with pre-cum. you curl them just right, making sure to press against her spongy spot with every pump which caused her mouth to completely fall open. “uuuhhh…” she whimpered, almost whore-like. “d-don’t stop. please don’t fucking stop…” she sighs out desperately, sounding hopeless and breathless. and you dont stop, continuing to pump your fingers at a rapid pace, all for your princess after all.

her body began shaking and you knew now that she was close—she didnt even have to say it. she could feel her stomach tighten, and you could feel her walls clenching around your digits. her eyebrows knitted together and her eyes clench shut, you could feel her hand tighten around yours, but you still held it against the pillow. “doing so well. come on baby, let go for me, yeah?” you urge, voice low as your lips glide against her ear.

you pump your fingers a few more times before her body jolts beneath you, her walls clamp down on your digits before she cums all over them. you grin against her ear, feeling her liquid pour down your hand. “fuck, you’re so hot. look at you, baby. you did so well for me.” you praise, because you know she loves that.

her eyes open slowly, her expression softening as her eyes met yours. “shit, baby…” she begins, her voice croaky, but you didnt let her finish. you pulled your fingers out of her dripping pussy, making her whine from the loss of contact, and you spread her legs further, moving yourself down her body. you lift her hoodie and press kisses down her stomach, all the way down to her still throbbing cunt, your mouth landing right above her heat.

she didnt even have time to say anything or react, your mouth hovering over her heat was enough to make her moan. your hand that was intertwined with hers never let go, you only gripped tighter, her free hand reaching down and tangling with your hair. “please… fuckkk, please sweetheart.” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

her begging kind of surprised you because you thought she might have been done—oh were you wrong. you took her pleading seriously, wasting no time in your lips making contact with her puffy clit, sucking it slowly. this caused her head to throw back with a gasp, but she immediately looked back down at you again, wanting to savour the sight. she was looking down at you with desperate eyes. she watched your own eyes looking up at her at you sucked on her clit, her hand tightening in your hair.

you grin against her pussy as she looks down at you eating her throbbing cunt out. your tongue immediately darts inside of her, tasting the cum from her earlier release. you dab in and out of her hole, your free hand coming down to play with her clit while your tongue works inside of her.

the mixed sensations throw her off completely, her eyes rolling to the back of her head if that was even possible, her hips beginning to grind against you mouth which you loved. her hand in your hand moved your head impossibly closer to her pussy, fucking up into your face which if you were honest, took you by surprise. however you weren’t complaining, if she had to use your mouth to get her off quicker then you were not going to stop her. who were you to deny her pleasure she was desperately craving?

“fuck! baby, oh my goddd—thats it!…” she cries out, her voice sounding as if she was going to lose it by this point, noticing how she was getting louder and louder. you couldnt reply from how hard she was fucking your face, the squelching noises only getting louder. she tasted so fucking good, and you just couldn’t get enough of her. your tongue continued abusing her aching hole—your fingers still circling her clit. it wasnt till you felt her body begin to shake again that you grinned against her heat.

her head leaned back into the pillow, her hand that was intertwined with yours tightening even more which seemed impossible. “g’nna cum, fuck, fuuuck—g’nna cum, princess…” she cries out, sounding like it took all her willpower to form that one sentence.

she bucked her hips into your face once more before they fell against the bed, letting you do all the work once more. along with your tongue inside her hole, you take the two fingers off her clit and slip them inside her, making her feel completely full. she couldnt even say anything, she just let out the loudest dragged whine and it turned you on so much.

her body shook more intensely, before finally jolting again and this time her cum shot out onto your tongue. her other hand tightened in your hair, making you fuck your tongue into her to ride out her second high, which left her body still shaking afterwards. you drank up every last drop she had to offer, savouring it like it was liquid fucking gold. which…it was to you.

you press one last kiss to her clit once you’d cleaned her up, her hand letting go of your hair as you crawl up to her, flopping beside her and taking her in your arms. she intertwined her body with yours, resting her forehead against your own. she takes a deep breath, talking lowly as her soft eyes meet with your own.

“i love you, so fucking much. might tell you about all the other times i’ve been needy.” she speaks softly, a grin smacked across her lips. you smile at her words, feeling like you’d done her well.

you laugh softly, eyes still on your girlfriend. “i love you more. anything for my girl.”

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[aceattorneygamesfan]

Some links to official Ace Attorney media you might be interested in

aka how much shit I found when I was going through AA withdrawal

Let me know if any links are broken or if there is anything else that can be added. Gonna add this to my pinned post too(check it to see updates)

- Manga scans collected by Reddit user u/aascantoss. More here

-Light novels Gyakuten Aidoru /Turnabout Idol and Gyakuten Kūkō /Turnabout Airport translated by Reddit user u/SaiyamanMS. There is also a novel "Turnabout of the Time Traveler", but as far as I know it has not been translated and there is only a synopsis of several chapters by u/tanteikid on Reddit. Edit: Thanks to astrikonaou in comments for finding a partial translation by mokochan314! And more about Turnabout Bridge (Gyakuten no Kakehashi)

-Movie with fan made subtitles

-4koma and more translated by turnaboutarchives and akechiscans

-Drama CDs playlist (there is no audio drama for AJ Trilogy in the playlist but there is more on the HikariKaitou channel)

-Ace Attorney Fanbook(found translation by livixbobbiex who also made translation of "forbidden hospital scene" and also interesting post by akoichoi and translation of Valentine’s Day pic by hikari-kaitou

-Stage plays playlist (bonus)

-Special Court Skits playlist

-The Great Ace Attorney Rundown Theatre translated by Shobrisu on YouTube

-There used to be a musical Gyakuten Saiban: The Truth Reborn with subtitles on YouTube but I can't find it now, looks like it was removed due to copyright. Let me know if you know any other way to see it

-The Gavinners-13 Years Hard Time For Love translation by makaira-art and "LOVE LOVE GUILTY (Guilty Love)" by space coyote on YouTube. Also Apollo's song original and english version

-Pachinko game playlist

-Ace Attorney Trilogy: Turnabout Tunes playlist

-If you like collecting evidence for Narumitsu, you might want to check out the comments on my old Reddit post (and this subreddit too its awesome) as there are quite a few interesting links there. Also check narumitsuarchive its awesome too. And famous "Evidence is Everything: A Comprehensive Essay on Narumitsu" by sophie_inthesky" on archiveofourown

-Comics by Shu Takumi

-There is also an official concert that I love

-PLvsPW special episodes. Also for SoJ

-T&T Special Blend Mix

-In gyakutengagotoku blog you can read about the difference in translation of different versions of pw trilogy and why they were made. Also check croquis-el and turnaboutfix

-Thanks to sevenyeargap (please check this link to their reblog) for adding so much more stuff like links to google drive with more art and merch for aa and tgaa+ trilogy assets

and again let me know if I missed something or if something doesn't work

Edit: also it kind of sucks that as far as i remember reblogs don't update with the post

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Lasso Burns 🐄 ♡

f!reader, fluff, suggestive 18+ / pic creds / divider: @aquazero

“Darlin, it ain’t nothin’.”

You just looked at him then — tired. A click of your tongue and a squint of a glare before your gaze returned to his bleeding palms. “I told you to put on gloves. Packed them in your saddlebag too!”

Arthur had just gotten home from his new job; working with cattle for a ranch. Whether it be herding, wrangling, or feeding; it was honest work despite the low pay and well.. Despite the lasso burns. He hoped to learn the ropes to a life he wished to give you. A life where he was a rancher and not a cowboy.

A life that meant gambling with life less and making you smile more.

I don’t want you to keep runnin’ Arthur, you once said. Like a bullet through a hard head, your words had somehow gotten to him. But put on your damn gloves! Is yet to stick.

In fact, it did not seem to pierce through him at all. Here, under the mercy of his tent on this particularly hot day, he chuckled at your concern. As if his fiancée’s nagging amused him instead of ticked him off.

Maybe he had gotten old after all. Huffed out all the anger in his system and watched it die with one of the many lives he’s lived. Maybe your gentle hands had magically kneaded him soft. Figuratively, of course.

Whatever it is, he would much rather see smoke from your ears than smoke from a gun. Though preferably, no smoke at all.

“Well y’know it’s.. the thrill of the chase. Got no time to pull out gloves, darlin’, you wouldn’t know if you ain’t out there,” he humored in true Arthur Morgan fashion. His baby blues observed the way you cleaned his wounds, occasionally sneaking a peek at your furrowed brows and a forehead so creased, he could iron it smooth. So focused, you couldn’t see how much he adored you.

Well how could he not?

Sweaty skin glimmering whenever it’s caught by the summer sun, plush lips letting out quiet breaths, how you just fit right into place, knee wedged between his on this cot.

Worth every damn scratch from those ropes, he reckoned.

Which ironically is not the point you’re trying to make.

The joke managed to etch a small smile on your pretty face. A mandatory eye-roll went with it as if to say, not so fast. Just to remind him you still aren’t pleased.

“There she is,” he drawled, tilting his head to take a better look at you. One of his few prized talents; making you smile. Blinded, he didn’t even notice how you tightened the bandages.

“You’re full of shit, you know that?”

“But you love me.”

And you did. He doesn’t have to hear further comments. It showed in the neat bow you tied the bandage in. How you didn’t forget to kiss it better too. You’re not fooling anyone. And especially not him.

“That’s why you’re always so sweet to me,” his voice dropped an octave, hands snaking to your waist and sitting you sideways on his lap. “Ain’t that right?”

“Don’t try to be cute,” you’re trying to mute your giggling now, squirming as his crooked smile lazily brushed your jaw.

“And why not?”

“Cause I’m still mad at you.”

“Okay.” Then his fingers slid down the hem of your skirt. A negotiation, you realize as you felt his fingers slowly tiptoe along your leg. “Still mad at me now?”

Well Goddamn.

“Mhm,” you dragged out, price still high. Though if there’s a way to win against Arthur Morgan, you’re starting to have a hard time remembering it now.

Even more so after you felt his hard on pressed under you.

For better or for worse, far more than poker, you’re his favorite thing to play with. And he’s seen you fold enough times to know you’re losing. “How ‘bout now?” Stakes raised, his breath warming your neck with his palm now gripping your thigh.

You whispered a cautionary Arthur! — to which he ignored — while scanning outside his tent. But why did your walls clench at the thought of him fingering you here? Damn him and his big, rough, calloused, weathered-

At the touch of his bandages against your skin, your mind miraculously cleared, striking up a deal. One he won’t like but a good deal regardless.

“Fine, I’ll accept this… little apology. If,” you smirked, voice low in his ear.

“If?” He chased, thumb pausing on your inner thigh.

“You start wearing your gloves.”

“Alright, alright, I will, I promise,” and he’s never grumbled anything so quickly, hand already scrambling to rid you off your bloomers.

“That ain’t what I mean!” You laughed, wriggling out of his grip and shuffling to the edge of his cot.

The speed of this poor, hardworking man’s smile turning into a frown? Faster than any horse.

“Well what did you mean then?” Patience worn thin.

“I mean, you can’t touch me until you wear your gloves tomorrow.”

He let out a loud scoff, his face the most scrunched you’ve ever seen it crumple into.

“Now darlin’.. That just ain’t fair,” he whined, poor wounded hand lightly slapping the cot like a kid.

“Oh but it is. I’m sleeping with the girls tonight. Tomorrow? Depends on you,” you proudly stated, fixing your skirt as you stood up. “I’m goin’ back to Grimshaw now.”

And he’s left there moping.

But.

You best believe he is wearing those damn gloves the next morning.

Claiming his prize as soon as he gets home and making you bite on those same gloves as he fingers you to oblivion and back 😋

Thank you for reading! 🫶🏼

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[scarletwinterxx]

if ur taking requests ~ could i ask for a svt fic where the members are out drinking, then one of them keeps mentioning “baby” and the boys are like ??? who - only for him to lead them to y/n and basically discover their rs!

hellooo had fun writing this one, hope you like it!🤍 i added the morning after hangover 😅

for my other svt fics, check them here

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(pics not mine, credits to rightful owner)

It wasn’t every day that Mingyu got absolutely hammered. In fact, it was so rare that when it did happen, it became an event.

An event that Seungcheol, Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan were currently witnessing firsthand.

“Cheol,” he mumbled against his shoulder. “You smell good.”

Seungcheol shoved him off with a look of pure disgust. “Get off me, you drunk idiot.”

Mingyu pouted, rubbing his cheek dramatically. “That was mean.”

Mingyu was draped over the table like a man who had fought in battle and lost. His usually sharp eyes were unfocused, his head swaying slightly as he lifted his glass. “To my baby,” he slurred, raising it to absolutely no one before taking another wobbly sip.

Seungkwan blinked. “Your what?”

Mingyu slammed the glass down (a little too hard) and sighed dramatically. “My baby. My love. My girl.”

Silence.

Seokmin leaned forward. “Since when do you have a girlfriend?”

Mingyu squinted at him. “Since…forever?”

Soonyoung gasped. “Forever? You mean you’ve been dating someone this whole time, and you never told us?”

Mingyu groaned, leaning his heavy head onto Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Cheol knows.”

Seungcheol, who had been silently observing, suddenly stiffened. “I what?”

Mingyu nodded aggressively. “You know. You’re her brother.”

Mingyu blinked up at him, slow and dazed. “Your sister.” he repeats

Seungcheol froze.

Seokmin spat out his drink. Soonyoung choked on air. Seungkwan just screamed.

“My what?” Seungcheol growled.

“My baby,” Mingyu repeated, dreamy-eyed and completely unaware that he had just signed his own death certificate.

Mingyu, oblivious to the chaos he had just caused, fumbled with his phone. His fingers moved with all the precision of a newborn deer as he typed something, grinning as he hit send.

“What did you just do?” Seungcheol asked warily.

“I texted her to pick me up,” Mingyu said proudly, holding up his phone like a trophy.

Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung immediately turned to Seungcheol. “YOU KNEW?!”

Seungcheol ran a hand down his face. “I did not know.”

Right on cue, his phone buzzed, and he clumsily held it up. “She’s coming to get me,” he giggled, looking way too proud of himself. Seungcheol, meanwhile, was experiencing every stage of grief in real time.

“HOW LONG?!” he suddenly demanded

Mingyu shrunk back, blinking owlishly. “Uhh… a while?”

Seungcheol’s eye twitched. “Define a while.”

Mingyu thought for a second. “Maybe a year?”

“A year?!” Seungcheol exploded

The entire bar turned to stare, but no one dared to intervene. This was a war only they could fight

“You mean to tell me,” Seungcheol seethed, jabbing a finger at Mingyu’s chest, “that you’ve been dating my sister for a whole year, and you never told me?!”

Mingyu hiccupped. “To be fair, I thought you knew.”

“I DIDN’T KNOW.”

Mingyu giggled. “Well, now you do!”

Seungkwan leaned over to Soonyoung. “He’s got about five minutes left to live.”

Soonyoung nodded solemnly. “I’d say three.”

But before anyone could interrogate him further, the door to the bar swung open, and in walked you. The table fell silent.

You sighed, scanning the scene. Mingyu was grinning like a fool, Seungcheol looked ready to murder him, and the other three looked like they were watching the best drama of their lives.

You sighed again, hands on your hips. “Which one of you let him drink this much?”

Mingyu immediately perked up, his entire face lighting up like a puppy who just saw its owner come home. “Baby!”

He tried to stand up, but his knees gave out immediately, forcing you to catch him before he face-planted.

Mingyu is now clinging to you like a koala. “Baby, tell them. Tell them you love me.”

You rolled your eyes but patted his head. “I love you.”

Mingyu beamed. “See? She loves me.”

Soonyoung looked like he was about to pass out. “I can’t believe this is what takes down Kim Mingyu.”

Seokmin clutched his stomach. “Oh my god, he’s so whipped.”

You sighed, adjusting Mingyu’s weight. “Alright, I’m taking him home before he does something stup—”

“You’re not taking him anywhere,” Seungcheol cut in, arms crossed like an angry father. “Not before we have a talk.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A talk?”

“Yes.” Seungcheol turned to Mingyu, who was happily nuzzling into your shoulder, completely unaware that he was about to get a verbal beatdown.

“YOU,” Seungcheol barked, pointing at Mingyu like he was scolding a misbehaving puppy. “HOW DARE YOU DATE MY SISTER AND NOT TELL ME?”

Mingyu blinked, startled. “Uh… sorry?”

“SORRY? YOU’RE SORRY?!” Seungcheol scoffed. “DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GUYS I’VE SCARED AWAY FOR HER? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE HAD TO BE AN OVERPROTECTIVE BROTHER? AND YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE, SNEAK IN UNDER MY NOSE?”

Mingyu let out a nervous chuckle. “I mean, it’s not sneaking if—”

“SHUT UP.”

Mingyu immediately clamped his mouth shut, looking like a child being scolded by their teacher.

Seungcheol exhaled sharply. “Have you been treating her well?”

Mingyu straightened up, suddenly serious. “Of course. I love her more than anything.”

Your face warmed, but before you could say anything, Seungcheol narrowed his eyes. “Do you open doors for her?”

“Yes.”

“Do you pay for her meals?”

“Obviously.”

“Do you make sure she gets home safe every night?”

“Always.”

Seungcheol squinted. “Do you let her carry heavy things?”

Mingyu gasped in offense. “NEVER.”

Seungkwan wiped away a fake tear. “I respect it.”

Seungcheol exhaled, rubbing his temples. “Fine. But if I hear you’ve done anything to hurt her—”

“I never would,” Mingyu cut in, looking serious despite his drunken state. “She’s my everything.”

You sighed, adjusting your grip on your very drunk, very affectionate boyfriend. “Alright, I’m taking him home. You guys deal with the emotional damage.”

As you dragged Mingyu away, he suddenly turned back, eyes barely open. “Cheol, I love your sister. She’s so pretty.”

Seungcheol groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m gonna kill him when he sobers up.”

Seungkwan leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “Nah, man. He’s too far gone.”

And judging by the way Mingyu was nuzzling into you as you struggled to get him through the door, they were probably right.

Come next morning, Seungcheol woke up bright and early to drive at your place. Still in his sweatpants and hoodie, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He had one goal: interrogate his sister and make sure that drunk idiot Mingyu had made it home safely.

He wasn’t even mad. He was just disappointed. the two of you kept it a secret.

Actually, no. Scratch that. He was mad as hell.

But the moment you opened the door, rubbing sleep from your eyes, he knew something was wrong.

One, you looked way too tired for someone who should’ve had a peaceful night after dropping Mingyu off. Two, the moment he stepped inside—he saw the lump on your couch.

A very large, snoring, familiar lump.

Seungcheol froze. “No. Way.”

Mingyu, completely unaware of the incoming doom, was sprawled out on your couch, mouth open, one leg dangling off the side. His shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing his stupidly toned stomach (which, if Seungcheol was honest, was annoying in itself).

The worst part? He was hugging one of your pillows like it was you.

Seungcheol’s eye twitched.

“KIM MINGYU.”

The apartment shook from the sheer force of his voice.

Mingyu jolted awake so hard that he nearly rolled off the couch. “H-HUH?”

“What. The. Hell. Are you still doing here?” Seungcheol growled, arms crossed.

Mingyu blinked, looking around like he was trying to remember where he was. His eyes landed on you, then back on Seungcheol, then back on you.

Then he grinned.

“Good morning, baby.”

Seungcheol lunged.

You barely managed to step in front of him, placing your hands on his chest before he could grab Mingyu by the collar. “Choi Seungcheol, relax.”

“Relax? RELAX?” Seungcheol looked personally offended. “You told me you were taking him home last night! You lied to me?!”

You sighed. “I tried to take him home, but the moment I parked in front of his building, he whined about how he didn’t want to leave me. And then he passed out.”

Seungcheol slowly turned his glare toward Mingyu. “Are you kidding me?”

Mingyu, still groggy, only shrugged. “Sounds like me.”

“YOU HAVE A WHOLE APARTMENT. WHY DIDN’T YOU GO THERE?”

Mingyu yawned. “Your sister’s place is comfier.”

Seungcheol took the deepest inhale of his life. “I will kill you.”

You groaned, stepping between them again. “Seungcheol, nothing happened. I put him on the couch and went to my room. Alone.”

Mingyu pouted. “Unfortunately.”

Seungcheol saw red.

“YAH!” He smacked Mingyu on the back of the head.

“OW—HYUNG!”

“You—” smack “—better—” smack “—watch—” smack “—your—” smack “—mouth!”

Mingyu ducked, shielding himself with a pillow. “Why am I getting attacked?!”

“Because you’re a menace! You’re dating my sister and you didn’t tell me! And now you’re sleeping over?” Seungcheol threw his hands in the air. “What’s next, huh? Marriage? Kids? Am I gonna wake up one day and suddenly be an uncle without any warning?!”

Mingyu rubbed his head. “I mean, we talked about kids once, but—”

“I SWEAR TO GOD, KIM MINGYU—”

You smacked Mingyu’s arm. “Stop instigating!”

Mingyu chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. No kids yet, hyung.”

Seungcheol sat down, head in his hands, muttering to himself. “I need a drink.”

“It’s 8 AM,” you deadpanned.

“I don’t care.”

Mingyu sat up properly, finally looking a little guilty. “Look… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, hyung. I really am. But I swear, I love her, and I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

Seungcheol lifted his head just enough to glare at him. “You better not”

Seungcheol leaned back, rubbing his temples. “I need coffee.”

You sighed, heading to the kitchen. “I’ll make some.”

Mingyu got up to follow you, but Seungcheol yanked him back down by his collar.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Mingyu blinked. “To help?”

“No. You stay right here,” Seungcheol ordered. “We’re gonna have a little chat about what it means to date my sister.”

Mingyu paled. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

From the kitchen, you could hear Seungcheol start another lecture while Mingyu whined like a scolded puppy. You just sighed, shaking your head. This was going to be a long morning.

Mingyu was sweating not from a hangover. Not from embarrassment but from sheer, soul-crushing terror because Seungcheol had officially entered strict, overprotective brother mode—arms crossed, gaze sharp, eyebrows furrowed like he was a detective about to crack a case.

Mingyu, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch like a kid in the principal’s office. He wasn’t even allowed to sit comfortably. No, Seungcheol had made him sit up straight, hands on his knees, like he was in military training.

You, the supposed love of Mingyu’s life, were casually sipping your coffee in the kitchen. Not helping at all.

Seungcheol cleared his throat, flipping to an imaginary new page in his mental interrogation notebook. “Alright. Let’s start from the beginning.”

Mingyu gulped. “O-Okay.”

“When did you take my sister on your first date?”

Mingyu straightened up. “Uh, last summer! I took her to—”

“What date?” Seungcheol cut in. “Day, month, time?”

Mingyu blinked. “H-Hyung, I don’t even remember what I ate yesterday—”

“WRONG ANSWER.” Seungcheol slammed his hand on the coffee table, making Mingyu flinch. “If you really love her, you’d remember the exact moment you took her on your first date.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oppa, even I don’t remember the exact date.”

Seungcheol turned to you dramatically. “That’s fine. You don’t have to. He does.”

Mingyu’s jaw dropped. “Why am I the only one being interrogated?!”

Seungcheol shot him a glare. “Because you’re dating my baby sister.”

You scoffed. “I’m the same age as Mingyu—”

“Baby. Sister.” Seungcheol repeated, emphasizing each word with another slam on the table.

“Alright, next question,” Seungcheol continued. “Who confessed first?”

Mingyu hesitated. “Uh… technically, she did?”

You gasped. “EXCUSE ME?!”

Mingyu panicked, hands waving in the air as if it will magically turn back time and undo what he just said “WAIT, NO—I MEAN—”

Seungcheol’s glare deepened. “So you tricked her into confessing first?”

Mingyu looked horrified. “NO, NO, HYUNG, IT’S NOT LIKE THAT—”

“You’re telling me you had months, maybe years to confess, but you made her do it first?!”

“I WAS NERVOUS!”

Seungcheol scoffed. “Nervous? Nervous?! You’re six feet tall and built like a tank, but you were scared to tell my sister you liked her?”

Mingyu pouted. “Feelings are scary, okay?”

Seungcheol shook his head in disappointment before jotting something down on his invisible clipboard. “Alright, next question. When did you first kiss?”

Mingyu finally perked up, smiling fondly. “Oh! I remember that one! It was when—”

Seungcheol raised a hand. “SPARE ME THE DETAILS.”

Mingyu immediately shut up.

You sighed. “Oppa, you’re being ridiculous.”

“No, I’m being thorough.” Seungcheol leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “Next question, Mingyu. What are your intentions with my sister?”

Mingyu hesitated. Then, with full confidence, he said, “I want to marry her.”

You nearly choked on your coffee. Seungcheol? He nearly flipped the entire table.

“WHAT?!”

Mingyu threw his hands up in surrender. “W-Well, not now obviously, but one day—”

“ONE DAY?!” Seungcheol looked personally offended. “You’re already thinking about MARRIAGE?! HAVE YOU EVEN MET OUR PARENTS?! DO THEY KNOW”

Mingyu blinked. “Yes? No? I mean I haven't asked them ofcourse but remember your dad went out for drinks with us...”

Seungcheol’s eyes widened even further making Minyu stop talking

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, I need another coffee.”

You snorted. “Need some alcohol instead?”

“DON’T TEMPT ME.”

Mingyu sighed, rubbing his temples. “Hyung, please. I love her, okay? I swear on my life, I would never do anything to hurt her.”

Seungcheol looked at you, eyes softening just a bit. Then he turned back to Mingyu with a sigh. “Fine. But if you ever—ever—make her cry…”

Mingyu gulped. “You’ll kill me?”

Seungcheol leaned in, voice dangerously low.

“No.”

Mingyu blinked. “No?”

“I’ll make sure you wish I did.”

Mingyu turned pale.

You just sighed, shaking your head. “Okay, enough. Oppa, go home. Mingyu and I are going back to sleep.”

Mingyu’s head snapped up. “Wait, together—”

Seungcheol grabbed a cushion and threw it at Mingyu’s face.

“DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT FINISHING THAT SENTENCE.”

[5sospenguinqueen]

Bedtime Stories Pt 2 | Daniel Ricciardo x Author! Reader

Summary: Daniel made a silly little comment that lost him everything. Over a year later, he tries his hardest to fix his mistakes.

Warnings: Swearing. A tiny smidge of angst but mainly fluff. Redemption for Daniel.

Female reader with various faceclaims (pics found on pinterest). Takes place in 2023. For the purpose of this, Daniel has been with AlphaTauri the whole time.

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28•05•2023

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danielricciardo monaco, always a delight. P11. so close to the points but racing through your streets feels like being on a podium

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landonorris and whose attention are we trying to grab with that sexy last pic 👀

→ danielricciardo only yours, mate 

→ User1 don’t act like you’re not dying inside because y/n liked this 

→ User2 relax, they never unfollowed each other 🙄

maxverstappen1 you’ll get them next time, mate

→ danielricciardo fancy giving me a tow?

→ maxverstappen1 never

→ User3 i love their friendship so much

User4 um, did anyone see that y/n liked and then unliked this post 

→ User5 omg yes! sis was caught stalking and we love her for it 

→ User6 i too would thirst over my ex if he looked like that 

kellypiquet we were watching the whole time

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→ User7 what a weird comment to make?

→ User8 who’s we, kelly? 

→ User9 what does this mean? 

 

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04•06•2023

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User10 @ kikiki babe did you hit your head? is that why you were in the ER? they broke up

User11 @ kikiki maybe ask them to do a head scan whilst you're there 'cause ain't no way you saw here there

→ User12 literally. like why would she even be in spain right now?

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User11 i think we might have to apologise to @ kikiki

→ User10 can we really trust the wag page though? They did report that Lando was having a secret love child the other week..?

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User13 asking the real questions because she's not even hinted that she’s been writing so it’s not like she’s on a book tour or anything?

→ User14 some people are saying she could be on vacation but please, why would mother choose a holiday destination during a time that she knows is a GP?

User15 guys, guys, I think our sacrifice circle worked 

→ User16 please, please, 🕯️🕯️

User 17 how poetic would it be though if they got back together during the spanish GP when they broke up at the spanish GP a year ago 

User18 shouldn’t you know these answers, and that she was in spain, if you're her so-called updates page

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22•08•2023

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YourUserName some big news approaching 

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kellypiquet i can’t wait, my beautiful girl 

→ YourUserName thank you for being my #1 support

→ kellypiquet thank you for letting me help plan

→ User1 what does this mean? 

→ User2 miss piquet stop being so cryptic on socials 

maxverstappen1 i’m very excited 

→ YourUserName did kelly force you to write that because i could feel the excitement oozing through the screen

→ maxverstappen1 i wanted to say something worse 

→ YourUserName i hope she leaves you

→ kellypiquet behave, you two! 

→ User3 i live for max and y/n terrorising each other, even without danny ric being around to encourage it

bloomsburypublishing we look forward to the end result

User4 i’m sorry but is this a soft launch?

User5 who is that in the last slide, miss y/n?

→ User6 the inspiration behind a new romance we hope

User7 don’t be shy. tag him 

User8 soft launches have recently become my least favourite thing

charles_leclerc are you perhaps writing my next plane read

→ YourUserName depends how long the flight is 

→ User9 confirmation of a new book ya’ll!! everyone say thank you charles

User10 i like to be edged by her books, not by her hiding her man

User11 don't try and distract us with news of a new book, we wanna know who the feet belong to!

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01•09•2023

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danielricciardo ciao a tutti. lovely sightseeing in beautiful Italy

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User12 you’re telling me that i’m currently in the same country as THE daniel ricciardo?

kellypiquet i’m still trying to recover from that hike

→ User13 kelly and max went on a double date with daniel and the new girl?!

→ User14 omg please be y/n. i can’t imagine kelly agreeing to it otherwise

User15 i know he's trying to distract us with his beauty but we see the last slide, daniel. we see it

pierregasly so you’re telling me that you were in milan and didn’t bother to come and see me? that’s it. i'm ending our friendship

→ danielricciardo i’m sorry, mate. i was doing more important things

→ pierregasly clearly ;)

User16 someone check on y/n, please

→ User17 babe is clearly having the time of her life in italy (yes, i'm delusional)

User18 does nobody find it odd that he’s posting a soft launch not long after y/n posted a soft launch

→ User19 i know! it’s only been three weeks since hers and he’s posting one

→ User20 i can’t decide whether they’re soft launching each other or he’s trying to make her jealous by flaunting a new relationship as well

→ User21 it HAS to be each other or i will die

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15•10•2023

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lando.jpg so i attended this event… and no, it’s not mine before you all freak out

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charles_leclerc it was a beautiful day ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux i’m so thankful to have been a part of such wonderful memories

kellypiquet the most beautiful bride i have ever seen

maxverstappen1 this was a nicer caption than i expected from you

→ danielricciardo agreed

→ landonorris i take offence to that

User1 guys do we think kelly and max got married? they’ve both commented on this?

→ User2 yes but so did charles and alex so…

→ User3 plus, i know kelly is stunning but do we really think she would call herself the most beautiful bride in 3rd person?

georgerussell63 i’m surprised you remember much after the state you were in

→ landonorris excuse you but most of that was just pure happiness

hulkhulkenberg an amazing day

estebanocon so happy to have been a part of this

alex_albon how’s the hangover, mate

→ landonorris i didn’t drink that much!

→ georgerussell63 tell that to the bouquet that you puked on

→ landonorris i caught it so it was mine anyway

carlossainz55 beautiful photos. she’ll love those

→ User4 who’s she?!

lewishamilton🤍🩵

fernandoalo_official congratulations to the happy couple

User5 the entire grid are commenting on this post, clearly having been in attendance. who IS IT?

pierregasly c’était une belle mariée

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User6 guys, y/n’s name on socials just changed from y/l/n to ricciardo

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03•04•2024

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YourUserName my husband helped with this project. baby ric coming aug 2024

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kellypiquet you will be the most beautiful mother. i’m so honoured to be part of this with you 💕

→ YourUserName stop you’re going to make me cry. you’ll be the most perfect godmother

→ kellypiquet i still think you should've married me instead

maxverstappen1 i call godfather

→ landonorris no you don’t get to call godfather! you already got to be a groomsman

→ maxverstappen1 yeah because who helped get them back together

→ YourUserName kelly

→ danielricciardo me

→ YourUserName no, babe

danielricciardo and before you all ask, no I haven’t stopped crying since she told me

→ kellypiquet me too, dan, me too

maxverstappen1 on a serious note, i am very happy for the two of you. y/n will be a wonderful mother, and daniel, he’ll be there also

charles_leclerc i am so excited. alex keeps telling me to stop buying baby things for you guys but i just don’t listen

→ YourUserName well at least you can safely say that uncle charl bought little mcqueen’s love

→ User7 uncle charl!!!!

lewishamilton congratulations, you two. y/n looks amazing

fernandoalo_official how lovely 💚

User8 omg it WAS their wedding lando attended!!!!!

hulkhulkenberg baby ricciardo!!

pierregasly congratulations. i can’t wait to be uncle GASSLYYYYYY

alex_albon welcome baby ricciardo

→ lilymhe it’s not an alien, alex. you don’t have to greet it so formally

redbullracing we’re all so excited for the upcoming grid baby. working on a racer stroller right this minute

→ mclaren you stole our gift idea!

→ redbullracing you stole our driver!

carlossainz55 congratulations y/n and daniel 😄

mercedesamgf1 what wonderful news 🍼

landonorris i’m just so glad i can go back to calling you mum and dad without daniel wanting to drive his car into the barrier

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Please don’t hate me for this! I did say from the beginning that Part 2s would be redemption.

I’ve had this planned and written since before Part 1 was published so when half of you then asked for her to get with another driver/move on, I was like noooooo I’ve already planned their baby 😂

As always. Requests welcome. If you have requested, I promise I’m not ignoring it, it’s been added to my queue

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➙ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you have an attitude problem, and your aggravating coworker, toji, plans to fix it.

➙ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ ONLY || MDNI - fem! reader, smut {hate sex, oral, derogatory nicknames, ruined orgasm, spanking, penetration, cream pie, unprotected, hair gripping, manhandling, etc.}, no curses au, you & toji are business partners.

➙ 𝐖𝐂: 2.3k

➙ 𝐀/𝐍: this is my favorite pic of toji! wish he’d throw me off of a building too but okay!

“What’s the matter with you? You look like shit.”

Strutting through the glass doors of your modern office, designed with expensive white decor and smelling strongly of fresh coffee, Toji Fushiguro’s annoying voice made you sigh heavily.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

It was 10 A.M., and you were two hours late to work. Toji’s dark eyes scanned your stylish outfit, one that would have received dress code complaints if an ordinary employee had worn it, and your perfect makeup was a telltale sign that you spent a great deal of time getting ready this morning.

That, along with your stunning hairstyle, made it clear to everyone who cast a glance your way from their cubicles that you didn’t simply oversleep.

You didn’t get stuck in traffic.

You showed up late on purpose, and no one could do anything about it.

It was your company, after all.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to upset you,” Toji smirked as he clicked his black pen, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he watched you hang up your coat and put your lunch in the mini-fridge. “You do look like shit, though. Thought you’d wanna know.”

Anyone with any sort of decent vision would have deemed Toji as a madman.

One quick look at your appearance would prove his rude comment to be an utter lie. However, he wasn’t talking about your overpriced outfit, but rather, the look of plain detestation on your face that appeared the very second you saw Toji sitting in your office.

“Why are you in my office, Toji?” You stood to the side of your desk, glaring down at the dark-haired man who made himself rather comfy in your chair. “No one’s allowed in here unless I give them permission, and that includes you.”

“Don’t treat me like one of your damn assistants. I’m only here because you canceled three of our meetings, and I’m not letting you do it again. I don’t wanna sit through them either, but business is business, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” you grimaced, leaning against your desk. “You’re right. You’re my co-founder, so you’re not a regular employee, but this is my business. I’m the founder, CEO, and the person who can fire your ass if you keep pissing me off. Now get out of my chair.”

A deep laugh served as Toji’s response.

“That was cute,” Turning a bit in the rotating chair, Toji leaned back, letting those eyes of his scan over you once more. However, he didn’t simply glance at your outfit this time. Instead, he ran his eyes over every single curve that he so desperately wanted to run his hands across. “Did you practice saying all of that in the mirror or somethin’?”

“Toji, I swear, if you don’t get out of my office, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Toji smirked — flashed an expression as if to say, “I dare you to finish that sentence.”

“I’ll fire you.”

And, with that, you had threatened to take Toji’s job away twice in about a minute or so.

He pushed himself out of your chair, but it wasn’t to leave your office. That was made clear when he approached you, that smirk never leaving his handsome face.

“I’m getting really tired of this attitude of yours,” Toji dropped his voice to a whisper. He was close enough for you to feel his warm breath pat against your face. “Am I gonna have to do something about it?”

“And what exactly can you do about it-”

Your sentence was abruptly cut off by Toji smashing his lips against yours.

He was quick to deepen the kiss, to not even allow you to take a breath, as when you tried, his tongue darted into your mouth. He swirled his tongue around yours as he moaned softly — and it was a cocky moan, one that showed just how much pleasure he was getting out of this.

He pulled away all too soon. He didn’t want to, your mouth tasted absolutely delicious, but the two of you needed just a bit more privacy for everything he wanted to do with you.

Toji stepped away from you. He shut and locked your office door, and closed the blinds.

“What?” you smirked. “Don’t tell me you plan on trying to fuck the attitude out of me? Seriously?”

“That’s right,” Toji said, walking back over to you. “When I’m finished fucking you stupid, you’re gonna apologize for acting like an asshole. Got it?”

“Doubt it. I bet you’ll finish in about ten or fifteen seconds, and you won’t be able to make me cum at all.”

This time, Toji was the one to smirk. He truly loved a challenge.

Slowly, Toji removed your clothes; it was the only thing he planned on doing slowly.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple, pinching your other one with his fingers, he could easily tell that you were tense.

The sound of your uneven breathing amused him as he sucked on your tit, as it was obvious you didn’t want to relax and let yourself moan in pleasure, unable to give him the satisfaction.

It didn’t matter, though. While he planned on eliciting every single noise he could, licking and biting at your nipples was entirely for his pleasure.

He was the one who had to watch you prance around in all of those slutty tops, showcasing your cleavage more than your business products.

He dreamt of what it would be like to suck on those buttons of yours, and now, he was.

Once again, he didn’t want to pull away. But, alas, the two of you didn’t have all the time in the world. Anyone could interrupt your fun at any minute.

“I know we’re in a hurry, pretty girl, but I gotta taste you.”

Toji swiftly placed you right on top of your desk, and he lowered his head between your thighs.

“Go ahead,” you said cockily. “I doubt you’ll be able to find the cl-”

Toji found your clit instantly.

Not only did he find it, but he licked at it, rapidly flicking his tongue against it. He wrapped his arm around your thigh and held your pussy lips open with one hand, and with the other, he lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder.

Your fingers were instantly tangled in his black hair. You couldn’t keep your composure.

That goddamn idiot started to suck on your clit, moaning as he did so, and damn it all, you couldn’t help but moan as well.

“Fuck you, Toji,” breathlessly, you whined.

“Oh? You wanna fuck me?” He teased, pulling away from your clit. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll get to the fucking. Just give me a minute.”

Toji suddenly teased the entrance of your hole with his tongue, then returned to your clit, licking and sucking, sucking and licking.

The entire time, he moaned as he did so, and kept his eyes on your face. The fingers that weren't holding your pussy lips open dug into the plush of your thigh.

God — he was eating you out like a starving man, and as much as you wanted to kick him in the balls and laugh at him for not being able to please you, you didn’t dare, as you couldn’t even hide the fact that your orgasm was approaching.

“Oh my god,” you moaned. You were so close.

A wave of heat washed over you, and Toji had to press his hand against your stomach to get you to stop squirming. And that pressure only made you feel his tongue swirling around your pussy even more.

Your legs started to tremble around his head.

“Shit,” you cried out. It was as much of a warning as you could give.

But, you didn’t need to warn him at all, as he knew that you were about to cum all over his tongue.

However, much to your dismay — and his, as he wanted to lick up your cum — Toji pulled away all too soon.

Your approaching orgasm fizzled away until you were left with nothing but unsatisfying disappointment.

When your coworker stood up, he smirked down at your face of anger.

“Sorry, baby. As badly as I want you to cum in my mouth, you don’t deserve it.” Toji unbuckled his belt. “You’re gonna cum all over my dick, or you’re not cumming at all.”

“You’re an asshole,” you frowned.

“Speaking of ass . . .” Toji suddenly lifted you as if you weighed nothing, and he flipped you over, making you lay flat on your stomach across your desk.

Those large, rough hands of his gripped your bare ass, and for a moment, he massaged your cheeks, inhaling a sharp breath before he suddenly smacked you.

You jumped — he smirked at the sight of it, and the stinging sensation made you unintentionally whimper.

“Hm?” Toji raised an eyebrow, although you couldn’t see it. “You liked that? I should’ve known. A slut like you probably likes just about everything, huh?”

Toji spanked you again, and when your ass jiggled, Toji’s dick managed to become even harder — if such a thing was possible at this point.

“What are you spanking me for?” You questioned, whining once his hand made contact with one of your cheeks again.

“Do you really gotta ask?” Toji paused. “Someone needs to do something about your goddamn attitude. Are you ready to apologize?”

“Go to hell,” you smirked, attempting to hold on to your last shred of dignity. “The only one who’ll be apologizing is you, when you finally put it in and cum in ten seconds, while I won’t even get a chance to moan.”

Toji lined his dick up with your entrance, gripping your hip as he started to push in.

“Can’t believe you actually believe that, especially after you almost came right in my mouth earlier,” Toji grunted as he felt your tight walls clench around him, your hole attempting to adjust to his size.

You gasped when you felt him — he was big. Possibly too big.

“I can barely fit, baby. I’m gonna make it work. I’m gonna stuff you like you deserve, don’t you worry.”

Toji continued to work his way in, giving you a moment to adjust to his dick. “Doesn’t seem like anyone’s been fucking this pussy, huh? Is that why you act like such a little slut? Just needed some attention? Is that it, baby?”

Toji started to thrust in and out of you. With both hands, he held on to your hips, pulling you back on his dick until he created a steady rhythm.

As he fucked you, you gripped the edges of your desk, nearly knocking over your computer.

That was when Toji started to fuck you even harder.

“Shit,” you gritted your teeth, holding back your moans as beads of sweat decorated your forehead.

Thanks to that quick thrusting speed of his, you ended up pushing over almost everything. Important sheets of paper, pens, and your stapler all stumbled to the floor below as Toji slammed his dick in and out of you.

His hips smacked against your ass.

It felt so fucking good.

His cock was rubbing against all of the right spots inside of you. Your jaw fell open — you couldn’t hold back any of your noises anymore.

“Toji,” you moaned. Your paper clips went flying.

“Take it, baby.” Toji smacked your ass again. “So goddamn tired of hearing you run your mouth. Just shut the fuck up and take that dick.”

You wanted to argue so badly, but as he fucked and fucked you, all you could do was moan as your orgasm started to brew in the pit of your stomach.

“You gonna cum?” Toji grabbed your office chair, rolled it closer to him, and propped his foot up on it. The slight change in his position made you feel him even more deeply than before. “Give it to me, baby. Cum. Cum right now.”

“Shit!” You closed your eyes as he fucked you until you were dizzy.

Sweet pleasure overwhelmed you, and as you moaned his name, you came around his cock, and Toji moaned as you soaked his dick.

“That’s it — cum on my dick. Cum all over my cock.” Toji tossed his head back. “mmm, that’s right. Fuck, that feels good. Shit — I’m close. You’re gonna make me cum too . . . gonna cum right inside of you.”

Changing his rhythm, Toji’s hips stuttered, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned.

He leaned over the desk, his abs pressing against your back. He gripped your perfect hair tightly.

“Shit, I’m cumming,” He continuously slammed in and out of your pussy until his own orgasm washed over him, an intense amount of pleasure that he could feel even deep within his balls. “Take it.”

Toji stuffed your pussy with his seed.

“Mmm,” he moaned in your ear before giving it a little, wet lick, not yet releasing his grip on your hair. “Anything you wanna say?”

“I’m . . . sorry,” you mumbled weakly.

With a smirk, Toji pulled himself out of you.

But he didn’t let go of your hair.

Instead, he guided you off of the desk and onto your knees.

“I don’t forgive you just yet,” Toji lined his dick up with your mouth, his pink tip touching your lips. “Why don’t you clean my dick off for me, hm? We’ll see how I feel once I cum down that throat of yours.”

Slowly, you took his cock into your mouth, and he bucked his hips, fucking your throat as he said, “Yes, fuck yes, baby.”

And, soon after, Toji came down your throat and didn’t pull out until you swallowed every last drop of it.

He then leaned over and kissed you sloppily, swirling his tongue around yours, a string of spit falling from your connected lips once he pulled away.

“Don’t give me any more attitude, you hear me?”

You nodded, and Toji kissed you once again, moaning softly as he did so.

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