#idk if the grammar for this whole thing is right or not i do not proofread and i also have less than 1 hour and a half until my shift FJEWIO

[neverendingford]

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[somanyideassolittletime]

To be loved is to be changed.

Pairings: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader

Summary : 3 ways you changed Jack, and one time Jack changed you.

Warnings: fluff, Jack is in love with his wife, language, grammar inaccuracies (maybe? idk), so much fluff I felt giddy writing this.

Author's note: I love Jack so much, enjoy!

| one

Jack, albeit all of his typical stereotypes people use to box him into, is secretly tech-savvy. It comes with the job, he supposed. Working in a field where technology is always evolving, he learnt to adapt, and he learnt to love it. It started with geeking out when the newest, most updated machine was delivered to the hospital, up to buying himself handheld medical pieces of equipment delivered to your door – he would wait for you at home before unboxing the most recent ‘toys’ he ordered, and he would talk your ears off about how cool and innovative it is. 

You loved it, you loved hearing him talk passionately, you love that even after all this time working in his job, he still finds wonders in it (it doesn’t help that he looked so hot with his forearms flexed, knife in hand, while opening the package).

He understands technology, he does. But he doesn’t get the idea of FaceTime. He wasn’t a big texter himself; nothing beats the good old phone calls, where you can get your point across without fear of miscommunication on both sides. Even when you dated, you never went as far as FaceTime; it was always a phone call with a promise of meeting each other, and now that you are married, sharing his home, he still doesn’t get it.

“Why do you even need to look at their faces when you call? What matters is what you say, y’know, besides, it’s awkward to call someone with your phone far away from your ears,” He once said while holding you tightly in his side, cuddling in his far too comfy leather couch. Both of you watching a movie, where the scene of people facetiming each other just finished. You laughed at him back then, nudging his sides, “Eh, don’t knock it till you try it, hon.” 

What a turn of events now for him, as you were called away across the country for a few guest lectures and seminars for two weeks. Away from Pittsburgh, away from him – that he finds himself thankful for whoever invented the damned thing. He’s sitting on his bed, currently deprived of your presence beside him, when he decides to try out FaceTime. 

 “Hi, handsome,” you pick up on the first ring, he’s greeted with the face he’s been missing for the past few days, smiling at him. He sighs in contentment, he finally gets to see your face. “Hi, sweetheart.” 

He can hear you rustling around, looking for something to prop up your phone before you settle on your water bottle. Your screen is now steady. You grin at him, “Finally getting the whole FaceTime thing now, huh?” 

He huffs, “Don’t wanna get used to it, i’d rather have you here.” he starts, “But yeah, thank god shit’s exist. Been so long since I've seen that face.” 

“I’ve been here four days and you turned grumpy, huh?” You tell him, referring to the text Dana sent you earlier, “Your husband is Mr. Grumpy. Med students scared to approach him all day” 

“What do you mean?” You’re still grinning at him, you’re afraid your cheeks might be too sore to talk to the faculty tomorrow. “Dana texted me, said you were being bad teacher.” 

He groaned, “I’m annoyed at everything, it seems.” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear him on the other end. He’s holding the phone a little too close to his eyes, he squints to look at you. You noticed it, “Wear your glasses, hon.” He hates wearing his glasses, which you know, but he’s squinting so hard you’re afraid he’s gonna get a headache later on. He’s contemplating debating you, but he knows that you’re right; he’s getting too old to see something so close to his eyes now. 

“Ugh, fine. Wait,” he puts his phone in the bed, now his screen is showing the ceiling of the bedroom you share back home. A few rustling and groans later, you find yourself looking at Jack wearing his glasses. Your breath hitched. The sight of him in his glasses always gets to you, even after all this time. “Looking good, Dr. Abbot,” you joke. He smiles, “You’re Dr. Abbot yourself.” You frowned mockingly. “I was looking at my reflection, y’know.” 

He laughs, and your heart aches to be with him. You missed him as bad as he missed you, it seems. You lift your phone, standing up now, he’s curious, “What are you doing?” You reverse the camera now, showing your room. “I’m doing a room tour. Now shut up and listen to me yap.” 

He gladly obeys, he loves listening to your voice, he watches as you explain everything in your room, from the bathroom, the wardrobe, the bed, all the way to the balcony. His eyes caught something when your camera points at your desk, a familiar bottle of cologne – one he’s been wearing for ten years – so he decides to jab at you. “Is that why I can’t find my cologne in my bag?” You turn the camera facing you, and he’s glad now that he can see your face again. “I miss you. Sue me.” You stick your tongue out at him. How he wishes to wipe that shit eating grin from your face. 

“I’m suing you for that with a lifetime with me,” he says earnestly. You look at him fondly, “Jack Abbot, I didn’t know you get sappier the further we departed.” He puts his phone on the nightstand, angled so that you can still see his face, pulling the comforter up to his chin. 

“I miss you so much, baby,” you blegh at the nickname, phone now back at your desk, “You sounded like a teenager,” he chuckles, he looks at you putting on your glasses, the light from the laptop reflecting in your eyes. “Talk to me,” you say.

So he did, he tells you about the shift he’s had today while you’re typing away at your laptop, looking at him every once in a while. He tells you about the boy who went berserk, hands flailing around, making Langdon drop the scalpel in his hand, dropping it to his prosthetic feet, panicking the entire trauma room, only for him to be unfazed. You laugh fondly at him, eyes twinkling with the same mesmerization you only hold for him (and for a crazy innovation that you find interesting). 

He’s holding his yawn, but you know better. His eyes are glassy now. “Go to sleep. It’s late,” you say, he obeys you, taking off his glasses, relaxing into his pillow. “Don’t turn it off,” he says softly, eyes fluttering. You shake your head, “I’ll turn it off when you snore,” he huffs, “what? You snore.” you start, “But I need to hear you snore to sleep nowadays.” you explain. 

His eyes are half-closed now, and he finds himself relaxed, hearing your breaths on the other side, keys clacking softly. “I love you,” he whispers to you. You stopped your typing, now looking at his eyes fully closed, “I love you too, goodnight, hon.” 

For the next 7 days, he finds himself loving FaceTime, finds himself looking forward to FaceTime with you every night before he sleeps, and like other technology he once frowned at, he finally gets it. 

| two

Jack is not a man of pop culture, he never understands the appeal of it. He rarely watches movies by himself, let alone pop culture movies or series. But you loved it to no end, you often ask him to watch those movies with you, ranging from sci-fi, fantasy, to superhero movies, whatever you want to watch, he’ll gladly oblige. He’ll pretend to be uninterested in your series whenever you watch it alone with him moving around the house. But you always find him standing behind the couch, watching the show intently, before finding him beside you, starting to give commentary on what's happening on the screen. And slowly, he finds himself enjoying watching those movies and series with you. 

He loves watching you explain to him about the complexity of a character you like, loves hearing you badmouth a character you hate, and when you both find yourself watching sci-fi movies with futuristic technologies, he finds himself falling a little harder, hearing you explain to him the concept of the technology in said movies. “I don’t understand a single word you just said. Is this what you feel when I explain procedures to you?” he once asked you. You nodded, “Yeah, pretty much, but you’re hot when you’re explaining it. So I love it,” you said to him. And he agreed with you on that one. 

Jack was covering the night shift tonight, it’s Halloween night, so he’ll find himself drowning in patients in costumes, no doubt. You had dropped him off earlier with a kiss on his cheek and a promise to pick him up later in the morning.  

He’s talking to a ten-year-old kid in a yellow uniform, one he recognized as a Star Trek uniform when Ellis enters the room, “I got this, Abbot. You go ahead,” she says to Jack. Jack nods at her before saying, “You’re in good hands, kiddo.” Ellis looks at the boy in the bed, saying, “Well, what do we got here, Mr.Spock?” The kid was about to protest when Jack reactively says, “He’s Captain Kirk,” Earning a look from Ellis. He fistbumps the kid and leaves the room, fully trusting Ellis. 

The rest of the shift is pretty slow, filled with kids getting food poisoning from the candy being given away, typical drunks, and some OD patients from parties. It was now one hour left in the shift, everyone was either hanging by the hub or just doing a frequent check for their patients. He was charting when Shen and Ellis approached him.

“Hey, Abbot. How’s the stormtrooper guy?” Shen asks him. He’s currently scanning through his memory, not finding a single stormtrooper costume in his recollection of the night. “We haven’t got a stormtrooper,” He frowns at Shen. Shen points his fingers over Jack’s shoulder, he turns his head – now looking at a man in a Mandalorian get-up, his helmet on the chair beside the bed – he turns back to Shen, “That’s a fucking Mandalorian, good to go in a few hour, ” Shen doesn’t say anything, opting to look at Ellis beside him. Who, for the second time that night, gave him a weird look. He’s been doing medical procedures that might be crazy ballsy for some, but never once he received that look from either Ellis or Shen until tonight. 

“Okay, you know what, what the hell?” Ellis starts, “You corrected me earlier cause of a fuckin costume, and now, what the hell, man?” Jack shrugs, “What?” Shen points his finger at Jack, his voice accusatory, “Dude, you only ever turn your TV on for penguins games, now you tellin me you know fuckin sci-fi shit, now.?” Jack looks at him, “Wrong, I turn on my TV for the Steelers and Pirates too,” he says casually. 

“Ugh, you know what we meant. Since when do you even watch that stuff?” Ellis says exasperatedly. Jack crossed his arms, shrugging, “My wife likes that stuff.” He says that so casually that Shen and Ellis might combust at his tone. 

Shen laughs at him, “Holy shit, you’re whipped.” Jack smirks, “Yeah, I wouldn’t get married if I weren’t.” his hands find the ring in his necklace now. Fully smiling at Shen and Ellis, both of whom groan at him. “Ughhh, please be a simp somewhere else, not here.” Shen rolls his eyes. 

Shen and Ellis walked away from him before he muttered, “God forbid a man is in love,” smiling to himself with the thought of you in his mind. 

So slowly but surely, he understands the appeal now that he can see how your eyes lit up every time he referenced something. And like any other form of entertainment, he once cringed at, he finds himself enjoying and looking forward to the next time he has you curled up beside him, whispering theories he doesn’t get. Anything that makes you happy, it seems, makes him happy. 

| three

Jack is a man of many talents, but not of many coffee orders. He takes his coffee as plain as possible. Black, no sugar. He never ordered his coffee sweet, not before he met you at least. For him, coffee should be something simple, he doesn’t need extra flavor in his coffee, he just needs it to fuel him through the day. 

But you? You take your coffee as abstractly as possible. Though you do enjoy a plain black coffee once in a while, once the occasion calls for it, you actually prefer some flavor and sweetness in your coffee. 

“black , no sugar, please. What about you hon,” he asked you, ordering for himself to barista; he never ordered for you since he knew he would botch the task. “Uh, let me think. I ordered the almond latte yesterday. I think I’ll go with hazelnut today, please. Thank you,” you answered to the barista, who punched in some buttons. Jack tapped his card to pay before moving over to wait for your order. 

“Here, try this. You’ll like it.” you said to him. He shakes his head, refusing to take a sip. “Just try it, I swear” he takes the coffee in his hand, sipping on it. Fuck. that’s good. He thought. He bites the inside of his cheek to hold back a smile, not wanting to give you the victory. You pointed at him victoriously, “aha! You like it don’t you.” he shrugged, giving you back your coffee. “Eh, black’s still better.” though you know that he actually enjoys it. 

But now that it’s been a while since the two of you went on cafe dates, he finds himself missing your random coffee order. So when the opportunity comes for him to drink your coffee order, he’ll take it. 

“Hey, I’m ordering coffee, your usual?” Robby asks him, typing in his notes app to list everyone’s coffee order. Jack thinks for a second before answering him, “I’ll have a vanilla latte,” earning a raised eyebrow from Robby, who types it down without question before moving over to the others. Making a mental note to ask him later on. 

It was a while later when the order came in, and everyone stopped by the break room to take their coffee. Jack is greeted by Langdon and Robby inside, both holding their coffee. Langdon doesn’t even think before handing him a black coffee, one that Jack doesn’t take. “It’s not mine,” he says, walking over to the table, reading the labels in each cup before settling on his order. 

He holds it in a way that the label is visible to Langdon, who looks at him weirdly, “a Latte? Really? Vanilla latte?” Langdon asks him. Jack sips on his coffee before entertaining Langdon, “What? It’s good,” he answers. Langdon, who looks at Robby as if saying, dude, you seeing what I’m seeing???. Robby teases him, “Yeah, I don’t think that cuts it, brother.” 

Jack huffs, sipping some more, “Fine. My wife takes her coffee like this.” he wants to look annoyed, but he can’t bear himself to do it; not when he just drank your coffee order, being reminded of you seems to have that effect on him. 

“I’m a married man myself, but I never even order my coffee her way, man.” Langdon laughs at him. Robby smiles at him, putting his hand on Langdon’s shoulder, slightly leaning toward him. “I believe we are seeing Jack in love. What is it? To be loved is to be changed?” says Robby to Langdon’s who laughed at Jack. 

Jack wants to retort something smart as usual, but somehow, he doesn’t want to. So he opted to just smile at both of them before taking his coffee outside the break room. 

Because yeah, he might realize himself that his preference is changing, but what Robby said earlier was right, that he’s in love and that he’s loved – and he wouldn’t change that for the world. 

But the next time the two of you went on your cafe dates, he would still order his usual, not because he wanted it, he ordered it because for him, nothing beats the mischievous smile you gave him after asking him to try your coffee. (and it doesn’t help that he liked seeing your lip product mark on his cup after you drink his coffee, and that both of you just did an indirect kiss) Though that was a thought he’ll keep to himself forever. 

+1

“How do I look?” you walk into the living room, twirling your body to Jack, who is sitting on the leather couch, now looking at you. You were sporting a Penguins jersey with a big 87 on the back, CROSBY above it. You were offered a sideline ticket to the Penguins game by your friend, which you excitedly accepted. So here you are, getting ready for the game with the Penguins heartbreaker’s Jersey on you. 

Jack smiles at you. “Well, you look like you’re drowning in it, Mrs. Crosby,” he says coyly. You frown at him, walking over to him, “Jack, as much as I love Sid, I actually prefer being Mrs. Abbot,” you say to him, leaning down to give his lips a peck.

Jack puts his hand on your waist, capturing your lips on his. Pulling back, Jack let out a breathy chuckle, “Yeah? Say that after you see him, hon. You know I’m straight, but he’s hot as hell,” he jested. You laugh at his confession, about to say something when you hear a honk in the driveway. Jack walks you over to the door, opening it for you.

Jack pecks your lips once again before saying, “Stay safe, okay? I love you.” You smile, kissing his cheek, “I will. Love you too.”

It’s almost midnight when you come home, and the Penguins won, so it was a victorious night out in your books. You open the door slowly, not wanting to disturb Jack, who should be sleeping by now. You can hear the TV still turned on in the living room, so you decide to check it out.  

Jack was sprawled over the couch, the light from the TV illuminating his figure, his prosthetic placed by the table, as much as you want to move him to the bed because you know that his back would scream at him tomorrow if he spends as much as an extra hour on the couch, he looked so cozy you can’t help yourself, so you lay down on the couch, joining him. 

Your movement startles him at first, but upon seeing that it’s you, he relaxes, “Hey,” he whispers into your ear. “It was fun, wished it was with you though,” you confess to him. His arms now caging you, drawing soft circles on your back. It was quiet before you started.

“Jack,” you whisper softly, he hums, acknowledging you. You continue, “I think you broke me.” Jack stops his hand, pulling his head just enough to look you in the eyes. “What do you mean?” you snuggle further into his chest before saying, “I don’t find Sid attractive anymore.” 

“Huh?” Jack asks, You sit up, placing your hand on his stomach. “Imagine, I was that close with him, I could practically see his pores, Jack.-” You put your hand in front of you, in an attempt to emphasize just how close you are to The Sidney Crosby earlier. “But all I can think about is eh, he’s okay. Jack’s way more attractive.” Jack’s entire body warms at hearing your confession. 

He’s about to comment before you put your hand that was previously on his stomach to his mouth, not allowing him to speak, “No, you don’t get it. It's THE SIDNEY CROSBY, Jack. You know how much I love him, right?” he nods against your hand, now smiling as wide as ever. You lift your hand from his mouth, continuing your explanation. “I was supposed to be entranced by him, Jack. But I kept on thinking that he had nothing against you.” 

“You’re putting me on a damn high pedestal now, hon,” he says jokingly, though his eyes shows nothing but adoration looking at you. 

You lie back on the couch again, cuddling him. “Nah. I think I just love you too much that I find any other guy to just be….mid.” 

He chuckles, resuming his hand motion on your back. “I love you too, so much.” You don’t say anything after that, you're both snuggling, the TV playing softly as background noise – the intimacy of this moment has nothing against anything else. 

You both stayed that way for a while until you mentioned to him that you needed to move before you both fell asleep on the couch, so you walked over to the bedroom, Jack behind you, searching for the remote to turn it off, seeing the highlight of the day on the screen, with crosby’s goal earlier. He smirks proudly at the TV, remembering your earlier admission. 

Sid 0 - 1 Jack. 

[yoyomomiko]

TYSM 4 THE DAISUKE HEADCANON, IT SO CUTE I WAMT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS SO BAD OMGGGWGWHAHAH...anyways. HUGGING/CUDDLING/SLEEPING, KISSING, PET NAMES/NICKNAMES HEADCANONS...AS IS WJAT ARE HIS FAVE ONES???? OR OMG LIKE JEALOUSY HC, OR TEXTING, AS IN IS HE A FAST TEXTER OR SOMEONE WHO REPLIES LATER? HOW WOULD HE WRITE AND DOES HE SEMD RANDOM THINGS OR LIKE THOSE SAPPY GOODNIGHT/GOODMORNING TEXTS?...hope it's not annoying🧍, also u dont have 2 write them all!! im just legit tweaking for that man🙏🧎😭

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: slight mention of nsfw on the sleeping part, but in reality it's just what the other crew thinks :)) not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

HC: hugging, cuddling, kissing and sleeping with our favorite boy!!

(A/N): DW I LOVE WRITING FOR DAISUKE!! I mean who ISN'T tweaking about that man😍 This is a bit boring but um yeah😢 I HAVE LIKE SO MANY REQUESTS FOR THIS MAN ALREADY IDK HOW I'M GONNA FINISH WRITING THEM ALL I'M HAVING A VERY BUSY WEEK BUT OH WELL!!

╰┈➤ This is like a part 1 btw since I'm gonna write EVERYTHING you requested because I'm crazy like that😁 -> m.list

-- part 2

★HUGGING

You can't tell me this man doesn't love hugs.

For short hugs, he's gonna quickly put a hand around your shoulder. Or maybe he'll just keep you in a quick embrace before letting go.

For longer hugs, he's going to keep one of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your upper back.

OR he's gonna just hold his arm loosely around your waist, it depends😋

Daisuke loves to hold you, that's a fact. He just likes being with you in general, he feels lucky af

★CUDDLING

Like I mentioned in another post, if you sleep in the same bed, you'll get cuddles every single night, I don't make the rules.

Daisuke doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or the little spoon, just CUDDLE with him

If he's the big spoon, he will keep you close, hold you to his chest, arms loosely wrapped around you, pulling you in.

If he's the little spoon, he's gonna curl up and let you spread out or whatever, you can even throw your leg over him he doesn't mind

He's probably gonna let you lay your head on his arm, but then he'll have that weird, tingly static-like feeling covering his whole arm

But he'd be too embarrassed to just pull his arm away, even if it hurts him, he just kinda lets you stay there since he doesn't wanna ruin your comfort.

He's usually the little spoon, he just likes being held and wrapped in your arms. He feels more comfortable that way.

But at the same time, he LOVES being the big spoon, because he feels like he's keeping you safe and secure from whatever difficulties or 'monsters' there are (jabortion)

I feel like his favourite cuddling position is Sweetheart's Cradle, he just prefers to hold you like that, it's easier for him and it's just 'so romantic' (his words not mine)

If you aren't aware of what that position is, google it because I have NO idea how to explain it mb gang😢

If he wants cuddles he's gonna nudge you and lay his head on your shoulder, and if you don't get the hint he's gonna trust fall on you

Lovely cuddles btw, he lives for them and he loves them so so much!!

★KISSING

Okay so he's whipped

Kiss him on the lips while you're passing by him and he's gonna be at your feet

He loves loves LOVES when you just place a small kiss on his forehead and tell him he did something great

I'm telling you I just KNOW this man would kiss every single inch of your body

He likes to kiss the back of your hand softly while doing something for you, he feels like you're a princess

That's right, you don't feel like you're a princess, he feels like you're a princess

I feel like he enjoys short kisses more than long ones, he prefers them quick idk🤷‍♀️

BUT he doesn't mind making out with you so um GO AHEAD😋

Daisuke probably would risk it and make out with you somewhere other than the bedrooms, but he'd be scared that you two would get caught. It's just the THRILL he feels when he does it that gets him going, yk?

PULL ON HIS HAIR WHILE MAKING OUT

He's gonna ask for reassurance to make sure he's kissing you goof enough

★SLEEPING

CUDDLES EVERY NIGHT

Omg SLEEP WITH HIMMMM

I feel like he loves having you play with his hair while whispering praises to him as he slowly drifts to sleep (who doesn't😢)

Daisuke will also just talk about his day while you're also falling asleep, listening to him rant and babble on and on about what he accomplished

I kinda think that at some point someone caught you two sleeping together and probably had other ideas

SWANSEA: He probably rushed to wake up Daisuke, since Daisuke usually kinda just sleeps in. He opens the door to reveal that the young man isn't in fact alone, but accompanied by another person. Swansea notices it's you and all of the sudden something clicks in his head, realizing why Daisuke would talk so much about you. He doesn't mind it, as long as you two are happy. Of course, Swansea at first thought you two did something, but he quickly reassured you guys that he doesn't mind as long as you two don't wake him up at night.

"It's fine, just stay quiet and don't wake me up at night. Don't make this a habit."

ANYA: She wanted you to help her with something, not bothering to knock on your door as she opened and took a look inside. She scanned the room, only to notice you laying in bed asleep with Daisuke. She thought it was sweet and cracked a smile, but probably also thought you two did something else. She felt guilty for invading your privacy and quickly closed the door. She didn't expect you to do such things, but it wasn't a surprise it was Daisuke who was next to you. She's gonna DENY that she opened the door to your room.

"Did you need something earlier this morning?" "What? No, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Jimbo has no reason to enter either of your rooms, and neither does Curly.

Anyways, Daisuke loves sleeping with you because that just makes time for extra cuddles. He doesn't mind if anybody says anything about that, he simply does not care.

Your room or his room? Good question. Both, both is good.

It's usually his room, it just feels better that way. Plus, he has a Gameboy and you two stay up at night playing or watching him play!!

Stays cuddled up with you beneath the blankets to keep you safe!!

He snores. Loudly. You either have to wake him up so he can shut up or you just get used to it.

Since he sleeps with his mouth open he also sometimes drools, BUT, he never managed to drool on your sheets so I guess that's fine😣

He's fine omg

JUST SLEEP WITH HIM IN ANY WAY HE'S GONNA LOVE IT!!

★yoyomiko ★miko

[iamred-iamyellow]

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♥ masterlist | request rules | part one

♥ pairing: ex!lando norris x fem!reader x fem!oc x platonic!oscar piastri

♥ synopsis: the messy friendship breakup with lando was everywhere. it was assumed by the public that you’re now dating his teammate and there was truly no pr team strong enough to save mclaren. you were friends with lando’s girlfriend though. maybe too friendly.

♥ smau - fc: women on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes, and hate comments !!!

♥ a/n: yn and imogen have so much chemistry I thought why not make this for my lesbian heart <3 ps lando is kind of the bad guy of this story but I'm actually an insane lando girl he's my og don't hate me its all for the plot lol

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user1 my girlfriend and i*

user2 this boy doesn't even know the difference between their there and they are

user3 oh baby we aren't hating on Imogen we're hating on you ❤️

user20 not y'all hating on him for speculations

user21 yn is the real villain here

user13 the lando hate is getting OUT of hand

user10 oh lando... the grammar in this post baby

user5 @/user10 HAHAHA

user9 LANDO'S GUILTY IDC #girlssupportinggirls

user6 @/user9 I support women's rights and women's wrongs

user17 all of a sudden he's posting Imogen... seems guilty to me he clearly did something

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user1 and they were... roomates? 😐

user3 yn in the first picture... she's got that oscar heart eyes piastri look

user2 not the friendzone 😔

user4 always an angel never a god

user9 is imogen actually comfortable with yn and lando not getting along?

user6 i mean yeah 🤷‍♀️ she’s clearly fine hanging out with the both of them

user7 i could never date a man my bsf hated

user18 @/user7 I could never be friends with a girl who makes up lies about my man...

user8 help I love wag friendships 🥹

user9 they’re so alex and rebecca

user10 AHHHHHH

user11 this is so girlhood

user12 i actually love that they can put their feelings towards lando aside and still be friends 🫂

alexandrasaintmleux we need to have a girls night !!

yourusername I'd love to 💋💋

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what's y'all's opinion on the whole y/n x Imogen x lando thing??? it honestly breaks my heart to know that something happened with y/n and lando since they were best friends for so long. I remember her talking about what they were going to do when he got his first win on Quadrant a few years back and obviously that didn't happen when he finally accomplished it in Miami. I'm still a fan of both but damn what could've happened between the two for it to end like this??

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user1 probably not a hot take but I think he's still so hung up on yn even if they weren't dating. he doesn't post about Imogen at all and never mentions her the way he used to mention Y/n.

user2 yeah honestly I think he might be using Imogen to fill the Y/n shaped hole in his heart

user3 I think Y/n's being superrr petty

user4 ...we don't even know what happened bro what are you on about

user3 that post about Oscar and Imogen be so ffr

user4 clearly Imogen was okay with it otherwise it would've been taken down

user5 if I'm being so honest... I don't give a fuck about what happened with lando because there appears to be a sapphic renaissance happening in f1 right now

user6 LMAOO

user7 wag yuri forever

user8 why has NO one mentioned Oscar in this??

user9 OH MY GOSH RIGHT LOL I thought they were a couple for so long but I heard that they never confirmed it?? and it doesn't look like he's interacted with lando on his socials recently but that might be normal idk

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user1 it is !

iamimogen the trio goes hard

user2 it could be a foursome but noooo

user3 leaving out your own bf is crazyyyy

user4 I'd leave out my bf for y/n too

user5 IMOGEN AND LANDO DONT EVEN LIKE EACH OTHER ATP 😭😭😭

user6 I'm just tryna ignore the drama

user7 real

user8 if Imogen and yn are cool than I'm cool

user9 Imogen and yn spotted again!!!

user10 my favorite grid couple 🥹

user11 ...sorry??

user12 I SHIP YN AND OSCAR IDC

user11 @/user12 oh girl

user13 why the fuck is lando's girlfriend hanging out with her?? shes spreading rumors about him

user14 right?? clout hungry much...

user15 shes GOTTA be deleting comments

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alexandrasaintmleux cuties xx

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user17 alex what do you know that we don't

user18 okay caption queen

user19 they're so bestie core

user10 bad race day but we're so proud of you osc 🫶

user3 sooooo how are we feeling about lando's win yn nation

user6 ...

user5 lets not talk about it

user4 and during Oscars home race 😭

user8 @/user4 he hired an Etsy witch for this shii I swear

user9 did you see Robert Irwin

yourusername GOD I WISH

yourusername literally shape shifting into a snake as we speak

-Japanese GP Weekend-

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yourusername happy birthday baby 🥹🫶

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mclaren thanks for bringing enough birthday cupcakes for the class

yourusername ofc pookies anything for the garage

landonorris I didn't get any

yourusername @/landonorris well... yeah

iamimogen I got one 🥰

yourusername @/iamimogen there's always extra for you <3

user1 holy shit this is the first time I've seen her and lando interact publiclly in like a year

user2 this is like the first time I've seen her Imogen AND lando interact too???

user3 lando's still lurkingggg

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️❤️

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user5 oh you guys are so cute

user7 THE CALICO CRITTER 🫶

user8 the makeup testing on the hand

yourusername he's a real man

user8 @/yourusername I don't doubt it

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f1gossip Y/n & Oscar and Lando & Imogen were each seen separately wandering around Tokyo the day of Oscar's birthday. We all know why the first couple is out, but we think there's something deeper on Lando's side.

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user16 I think he's trying to clear his mind. I mean Oscar and Y/n were his BEST FRIENDS and now its Oscars birthday and can't hang out with them?? makes sense that he's out

user7 you're psychoanalyzing them like crazy

user16 @/user7 yes and I love it

user2 "the first couple" be sooooo for real...

user5 Oscar and Y/n aren't dating!!!

user21 oh my god can people not go outside these days without drama?? 🙄

user22 right??? lando and imogen were literally just walking and people hate on them

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lando.jpg florida with this cool girl

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francisca.cgomes and my stolen dog??

pierregasly @/lando.jpg you gotta get @/iamimogen her own puppy

iamimogen better win this one for me

lando.jpg ❤️

user1 yn is lurking

user2 as she should

user3 Imogen is beautiful can you fucking blame her??

user4 she finally made it onto the feed

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f1gossip Y/n and Imogen were seen together in Miami after the Grand Prix! It seems they ditched the driver party to go off on their own and explore the city. Groups of fans caught them all over town at bars, Top Golf, arcades, and more.

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yourusername holyyy 👅👅

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user1 you're SOO real

user2 shes me guys

yourusername 😍😍😍

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landonorris stunning 😘

alexandrasaintmleux are you single

iamimogen I am for you

landonorris ???

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francolapinto 😉

yourusername come join me xx

user1 if I were her I'd flirt with Franco too

iamimogen ur so hot

yourusername all you pretty

user5 just fucking kiss already bruh

user2 are yn and Imogen at the same beach??

user3 YNIMOGEN CONFIRMED

user4 they're so couple goals oh my god

user7 is the last picture a call me by your name reference ☝️

yourusername LMAOOO

oscarpiastri shark

yourusername shark 🗣️🔥

user6 shark 🔥 🔥 🔥

user8 SHARK 😱

-Emilia Romagna GP-

You wandered over to the McLaren garage, spotting Imogen from across the paddock. You sprinted over to her as quick as you could in your heels.

"Hi," you giggled, throwing your arms over her.

She immediately hugged you back, pausing her conversation with one of Lando's mechanics.

You pulled away, "How are you?"

"Could be better," she said, running a hand through her hair. "Uhm... Oscar told me about you and Lando."

You blinked at her, completely stunned. No no no no no this can't be happening.

"I wanted to tell you I really really did, but I figured it wasn't worth it. I wasn't trying to be your friend just to get back at him or anything-"

She grabbed your shoulders and cut you off, "It's okay, I swear. I don't..." She sighed, "Blame you."

You hugged her again, this time tighter, "I'm so sorry."

"I'm breaking up with him tonight," she mumbled into your shoulder.

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user1 just two divas crossed by a man

user2 heartbreaking really

user3 it was bound to happen

user4 YNIMOGEN NATION HOW WE FEELING 👹

user5 they’re 100% in love

user28 let’s not speculate about someone’s sexuality

user5 @/user28 says someone who has no problem when people started rumors about yn and oscar…

user7 @/user5 CLOCK IT

user8 i love women

user9 wag yuri wag yuri

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iamimogen loving these girls nights

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alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍😍

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user1 the girls nights in question: ✂️

user2 gay gay homosexual gay

user3 @/landonorris generational fumble

user4 i could take them both (not in a fight)

francisca.cgomes real

user5 KIKA?!

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f1gossip looks like these two girls have a closer relationship than what meets the eye. yn and imogen have been spotted on what look like numerous dates throughout this f1 season. is it possible that the two former wags have formed their own romantic bond?

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yourusername not a gossip page hard launching for me 💔

iamimogen 💋💋

oscarpiastri this is how i find out???

yourusername @/oscarpiastri surprise 🥰

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user5 HELLO???

user6 what the hellyante

user7 not yn confirming their relationship this is so tea 😭

iamimogen all the rumors are true 🤭

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Okay, this have been on my mind for a while now…

So! MC in the manga is a sheep (get turn into a sheep because they aren’t familiar with the magic? Idk). I was just wondering that at the end of the exchange programme how would the boys react to Mc’s “true form”

This is such an interesting thing to write 🖤

By the way, this is another request stuck in my drafts, I promise I'll try to make up for it and post more :')

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Their reaction to Sheep MC changing into their human form at the end of the exchange program

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, no proofreading, wrong grammar, spelling errors, kind of long

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

It was the end of the exchange program and he's seeing you off

A large portal behind your back

For you, it might be the portal that will lead you to the freedom and whatever normality this program took away from you for a whole year

The portal that you've been waiting for

But for him, it's nothing but a spiral of magic that takes away the only comfort he has

The comfort that he seek for

And his twisted heart aches whenever he remembers it

But he hides it off with a smile and a wave

He waved at you one last time before you turned around

"Uhm... I feel weird-"

What?

The extreme feeling of despair left his body for a second and was covered with confusion

That soon turned into worry as your sheep form completely fell to the ground

The noises you're making is not normal and they're all panicking because they've never heard of it before

And the fact that you started glowing didn't ease their mind.

Could it be that some higher demon planted some spell inside of you?

IS THAT SPELL SUCCESFUL?!-

MC..?

He looked at you shock

No, more like-

He looked at your new form, shocked.

The way your naked body is laying on the ground right in front of him...

Right in front of them..?

He can't help but sigh and thought that, everything would have been fine, perfect even, if you turned into this form in front of him

But no, you just have to turn into your original self in front of everyone

Now he can't even embrace you.

All he did was take his coat off and throw it to your body as his face flush red.

You turned around to look at them as you clutch his coat with that adorable expression before you run off and enter the portal

He's left there, shocked and speechless

He didn't know what the hell just happened

But what's he's sure of is that he's going to get you back

And you're going to show that expression to him one more time

But that time, it will just be the two of you, alone.

MAMMON

This man is bawling his eyes out

His original plan is to watch you leave as he cries and once you're gone he will walk it off like a real man, with tear stains of course.

He set his mind to it, gambling for the whole week after you leave so that he can forget you

Even for just a moment

But no,

You won't even let him have the peace of mind

Or leave him with a nice memory

Instead your sheep body dropped to ground and made everyone think that you're about to die!

But you know what more you did?

You turned into a human!

Your human form!

Naked!

He went from 😭 -> 🤨 -> 😮 -> 😭 -> 😳 in a mere minute

He just stood there with a flushed face

A blushing dumbass who don't know what to do but watch as Lucifer threw his coat on you

And watch you run away with that cute expression, embarrassed expression on your face.

Gosh

You drive him insane

Now he's all fired up, willing to destroy the mortal world just to get you back in his arms.

LEVIATHAN

This one too is bawling his eyes out

While holding his camera of course

He's filming every part of this

He's standing there like "WAHHH MCCC! W-Wait is the angle r-right..? I need to capture how b-beautiful MC is..." while sobbing words out.

His hands are holding the camera shakily but the movement suddenly stopped when you said you feel weird...

His eyes shot open and his tears stopped

Are you okay..?

. . .

He's malfunctioning the moment you dropped to the ground and started to glow

And he malfunctioned even more when you turned into your human born, as naked as the moment you were born.

Now his sniper instincts came in and the camera is as focused as a laser

He's staring at you wide eyed, face as red as a tomato and his mouth agape

He doesn't know what's happening

But what he's sure of is that he needs to film it

Everything

The moment you grabbed Lucifer's coat and hugged it to cover yourself

And the moment you stood up and looked at them with that cute expression

But the moment you left, he hid the camera

This film is for his eyes only...

He's gonna need this for a 'project'...

And you know what else he needs?

Tissues.

SATAN

He's smiling everything off as he watches you leave

But you know deep down some anger is boiling

Considering how hot his pact mark is getting

Because, why do you have to leave..? Did he fail to satisfy your standards..?

He can't help but roll his eyes internally

But in the middle of his self talk, you spoke

"I kind of... Feel weird-"

And then you dropped to the ground and he's suddenly panicking

Any other feeling except for confusion flushed out of his body

He ran up to you immidiately but the light dimmed down and your naked body lay before him

He can't help stop in his tracks and just look at you and blush

Before he can even register anything, Lucifer's coat is already hugging your body

Which causes another wave of wrath to hit him

He just glared at Lucifer and saw that he's not even paying attention to him

He's looking at you

With a foreign expression in his face

So he also looked at you and...

Why the fuck did you have to look so majestic..?

You met his gaze and your face flushed before you ran out and entered the portal

He just remained still

Looking at the ground where you once sat

He can't move, he's shaking so much...

He feels like he's about to explode...

ASMODEUS

"WAHHH MCCC!" He whined out as he openly sobbed

He loves you so much!

Just why do you have to leave him!

He can't help but pout at you as you say your final goodbye

But what about him?

Why do you have to leave him too!

I mean it's understandable that you want to leave them because they're all such nuisances to you why him?!

He can't help it-

What do you mean you're feeling weird?

He's slowly walking to your direction

But you started to glow..?

Suddenly he's bearing his teeth expecting enemies around

Oh wait...

Oh...

You're...

Naked...

His mind is scrambled

He completely stopped working

And he'll probably be out of service for the next few days.

BEELZEBUB

He's probably standing there with Belphie in his arms

He's giving you his infamous puppy smile hoping that you'll give him what he wants

Hoping that you'll fall for it like the usual and ran up to him an dsay he's cute instead of leaving

But there's a part in his heart that knows you won't

He's sad and happy at the same time

He's happy because you'll finally live the way you do back then

But he's sad because you have to leave to do so...

Huh?

You're feeling weird..?

You're glowing, MC!

He's shaking Belphegor awake now

What's happening to you-

. . .

He'll be one of the most respectful and cover his eyes

But he's secretly peaking through the gaps

Your flushed face...

Looks so cute...

You look...

You looked delicious...

Just enough to eat...

Now he's hungry.

Hungry for something... New?

Something that includes you.

BELPHEGOR

He's awake actually

He watched everyone, he heard everyone gave their final speeches to you

But when you were about to leave

He forcefully shut his eyes and leaned on Beel

Hoping that his sin would take over and he fell into some deep slumber

But why of all times... Why isn't it cooperating..?

His brows are furrowed as he forces himself to sleep

But suddenly everyone dropped silent...

So you finally left?

Wha- why is Beel shaking him?-

MC?!

Why the fuck are you glowing now?!

No no no...

Is it the work of some demon?!

Who-

. . .

You're... Naked...

In front of everyone...

Haha...

Beel better hold him back or else he's about to run after you and do what his brothers can't

But he knows you won't like that.

So he clinged to Beel-

Haha...

Why do you look like that?!

That's his last thought before he ran and almost caught you but the portal closed

Immidiately.

"Hmm... What a shame~"

He'll make sure he'll catch you next time.

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Can I have one order of platonic yandere batfam with a normal reader and for the side I would like the Batman to be a little bit in awe because it's been so long since Bruce has had a normal child around and for the drink can I have everyone in the Batfam low-key freaking out finding out Bruce has another child and that's all thank you 💖

Thank you for the request anon 🔅

AND I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLIED 😔🙏😭 IM SO BUSY AND MY HEAD IS NOT HELPING 😭😭 😞😞

Also imma use gn reader so yall can enjoy

Tw/cw: curse words, idk, poor English and grammar

(Platonic yandere Batfamily with normal reader)----------------------------

You hop out of the car followed by your mother. Your step father stays in the car. You grip your baggage tightly.

At first you thought you were just a normal kid. You didn't know who's your real father is. But your mother says that your father has got into an accident and lends him into the funeral.

you were so tiny and naive, you didn't believe her, saying that your father is out there. But your mom really really tells you that your father is dead.

Eventually you believe her, and now.

You didn't believe it, you were standing in front of the huge manor. With your mom and your baggage.

Before that she just suddenly announced that your father is bruce wayne. FUCKING BRUCE WAYNE? THE BILLIONAIRE??

You ask your mother "why didn't you tell me sooner? I thought my dad was really dead!"

"oh my dear you were not ready before, all i have to do is to lie to you."

Okay you were mad. Cuz your mother has lied to you the whole time. Telling how your 'father was really dead'

And here you are at the wayne manor, with some old butler andddd your 'dad' in which you already know him.

The old butler, alfred pennyworth. And your dad? Oh you already know your dad's name, bruce wayne.

Your mother tells the old butler name to you before arriving at the place. Your grip at the baggage handle was tightened.

"it's been awhile.. bruce.. alfred." your mother speaks. Her eyes locking on bruce, both of their eyes hardened.

"(Ur mom's name) I see you still the same since the last i see you" bruce speaks.

The butler just nodded.

Your mother chuckle. "Oh I'm flattered"

Bruce eyes land into you, you put on all the smiles "so this must be?"

"yeah, As we were talking about before, this is (name) your child" she grabbed your shoulder.

"(name) right?"

"yeah.. that's me.."

He nodded, "no need to be nervous my dear." He smiles at you.

You nod. Giving him a little smile.

"so that my job here has done, I'll be going" but your mom pauses, she leans at your ear "have fun sweetheart" and then muah, she turns her heels and drives away.

Leaving you with your dad and the butler.

A hand rests on your shoulder, you turn your head to the person touching it. It was your dad, he gave you a reassuring smile.

"let's get in shall we?" You nodded return your own smile to him. Maybe he wasn't so bad though? you always wanted a dad.

Alfred opens the door for you both, you let your dad lend inside the house. The house was already big from the inside and luxurious.

You were in awe, and bruce, he was in awe too because you.

You look innocent. You don't have a trauma like his other kids have. No harsh training, no cautious feelings, no scar all over your body.

It's like you were just normal. You're really having a normal life like how kids should have. Well it pisses him off to know that he doesn't know that you were exit before.

And how he hates your mother for that. For keeping his child away from him. Much like talia does with damian and him.

His grip on your shoulder was tightened a little bit. He cleared his throat, catching your attention.

You gaze at him. He observes your face for a minute . Your face was really the same as him, but you got your mother's eyes.

"do you mind having a tour in this place? Don't worry Alfred can take care of your things" he gives you a smile.

"ah! Yeah! Yeah dad, I don't mind, so i don't have to be lost in my new home" you joked a bit, he let out a chuckle. Bruce heart It felt warm when you called him dad.

And then he began to walk with you as he started to be your tour guide. Telling you all the places. The movie room. Dining room. Kitchen. Etc.

The manor was really huge.

As he finishes to give you a manor tour he begins to guide you to your room now. Your room was simple but rich. Your things were placed by alfred.

"alright (name), i hope you are comfortable living here, and don't forget to get to know your siblings later, they are busy right now but you will meet them at dinner, see you" he gives you a quick hug before you close the door.

siblings huh, you wonder what they would be like when you met them later, you plop on the bed, feeling the soft mattress on your body. Your body relaxed.

You take out your phone to kill your boredom. Maybe you decorate your room later. It will be more cozy.

_____

Bruce step echoed in the hallway. His mind is full with you. He will consider to dig information into your personal live.

His step stopped when a voice called him.

"father."

He turn to the voice. It was damian, he already has his hand crossed. His face looked serious. Bruce know that damian saw you. he didn't approach you first instead he go to bruce. Demanding an explanation.

"damian.."

Bruce let out a sigh. Damian raise an eyebrow.

"I Know you're confuse but let me get this straight" he pause as he come closer to damian. He lay his hand on damian shoulder.

"they are your new siblings."

"you adopting another-"

"their not adopted damian. They're your siblings."

"what?"

"blood siblings"

Damian pause a little. Blood siblings? Does bruce does something stupid again?

"blood siblings?" He repeat the words in his tongue.

"yes. Blood siblings. but they're different. You'll meet them at dinner"

Damian squinted his eyes. Oh he has to wait for dinner now? He's curious now.

Bruce sigh. "I Know it might be hard for you to understand. But you will, damian"

Bruce put his hand on the boy's shoulder. Patting it a bit "i got work to do, I'll be at the office when you need anything, Damian"

Bruce then let go of the boy shoulder. And walk away through his office. Damian stares at bruce back until he disappears.

_________

Dinner finally comes. You jolt awake from the knock on your door. You fell asleep.

"mr/miss/mx (name) it's time for dinner" alfred speak behind the door.

"yes alfred! In a minute" you replied as you sat up on your bed. You kinda feel nervous , meeting all your siblings. And you really feel an anxiety building up in your guts.

You exhale, you stand up, open the door and walk downstairs. You can hear a chatter as you begin to walk closer to the Dining room.

As you finally arrived, all the siblings were in their seat. Waiting for you. You slowly smile.

All of them look at you as you arrive, also giving a smile. Except for damian who always wears those scowls.

Bruce wave for you "(name)! Glad you joined us for dinner" you come closer to the long table, sitting beside bruce who is on the head table.

On your right, is a charming man with a soft smile. He Say "hi!" as you meet his eye.

"hi.." you replied.

"I'm dick Grayson, Bruce's first child, you must be (name) that Bruce talked about, it's nice to meet you" he said to you as he patted your shoulder

You nodded "yeah that's me"

"let me introduce the other one for you!"

"That's Jason" dick pointed at him. he gives you an eyebrow raise. you kinda surprised of his scarred face especially with the j mark on his left cheek, but you don't wanna to offend him, so you give him a nod and a smile.

"That's tim." Dick pointed at him. He wave, you wave back.

"that's Stephanie" dick point at Stephanie smiles eagerly and waves at you "hiii (name)!!" You wave back and smile.

"Cassandra" he points at her, cass just give you a quiet smile.

"duke" he pointed at duke, duke wave at you, and did the same

"and lastly damian the youngest" he pointed at Damian whose scowl never changed, but it did when you give him a gentle smile.

The dinner goes normal, the siblings talk to you about your, what you like and all.

Basically they are all funny and cool.

Dinner ends with a full belly. Alfred cooking is the best. All of you are saying goodnight to their room some of them want to go outside cus their friends called. Bruce's gonna go to his work office.

And you also feel kinda sleepy, the food was so good it makes you sleepy.

You come back to your bed and plop on the soft mattress. You look at the ceiling, maybe it's not so bad living like this.

You soon Asleep, a soft snore coming out of your mouth as you sleep peacefully.

_________________

Meanwhile the batfam.

In the cave. "Okay b. Did you seriously fuck another woman and you didn't even know you wear A FREAKING CONDOM!?" Dick yelled at bruce as he began to sit on his bat computer

"language."

"well you freaking us out right now" jason chimed in.

"tt. You are irresponsible" damian cross his arm

"right, maybe we should ban him from drinking with a woman again, because if we shouldn't, he'll be having another relationship and boom! another child."

"okay, but (name) is lowkey fun to hangout with tho" duke speaks as he puts on his yellow armor.

"yeah! I mean like, they look like they don't have any trauma orr living in an assassin organization" Stephanie speak.

"tsk" damian scowled.

"no offense tho.."

Bruce sighs, as his children begin to talk and talk out loud of how he shouldn't be drinking rn.

"(name) is different. and I'm glad for them to be like that" he speaks as the siblings begin to freeze.

"bruce right, (name) is fun to talk to." cass chimed in, her silent presence is usual.

"well then should we never tell them that we are vigilante?"

"not yet."

"or maybe no.'

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GAWD YESS FINALLY I FINISH THISS, I'M SO SORRY ANON FOR WRITING THIS LATE 😭😭😭

I hope you like it and I'm really really sorry for the late reply. And also the sudden hiatus.

I hope you all like this cringe fic 🔅Don't forget to reblog like or even comment 🔅🔅

[the-californicationist]

Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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kisses are the sweetest treat- various hsr characters x reader

synopsis: playing the pocky game with your boyfriend! that’s it, send tweet. part 3! 

warnings: uh, none? other than that, idk if my beginner/novice writing counts as a warning. 

word count: 1511 (it’s longer than part 2… which is longer than part 1… fuck.)

author’s note: no beta, we die like my unfunny jokes. please pardon any mistakes in spelling or grammar! think of this mini-series as being set in a modern au, since even though i play the game, i’m not comfy writing canon-verse! most of my fics/drabble follow this format too! moving on, this is part 3 since previous parts did pretty well! i’ll link part 1 here and part 2 here! disclaimer from both previous parts: i genuinely don’t know how to write kiss scenes at all! other than like a peck on the lips, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, right… right? doing my best and learning how to write better, please be nice to me! anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

hsr taglist: @axolotsofluv, @sqgeism, @vyyper, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n, @cmiru, @unriding, @sheyfu, @threnodians. @strwbrydreamz, @chokifandom, @sillyseraphie, @riaruu, + @m1ckeyb3rry! let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist! 

Caelus:

if you would believe it, the idea of the game was his idea. cheeky bastard (/lovingly). he probably saw a couple in a video do the challenge and wanted you to do it with him. you agreed to do the challenge as long as he didn’t post a video of it. so being the excited raccoon he was, he set out to go to a local store and get a box of pocky. next thing you know, he’s FaceTiming you while he’s in the convenience store.

“yes, Caelus?”

“hiii babe! what flavor of pocky do you want?” 

you blinked, slightly confused, then whispered, “there’s more than just chocolate?” 

Caelus snickered and bought the chocolate kind before returning to your apartment. he lets himself in with the key you gave him and scurries over to you on the couch, where you were reading a book. 

“you ready?” he wiggled his eyebrows obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes.

“yeah, yeah. just… don’t post the video, please.” you replied.

“promise! it’ll be our little secret.” he winked. you fought the urge to roll your eyes again.

he sets his phone up on the coffee table and starts recording. he then opens the box of pocky and fishes a stick of the sweet treat out before sitting next to you on the sofa. you’re both giggling like little school girls, and you’re both a little nervous. excited-nervous, is probably a better way to put it. Caelus is finally able to stop giggling for a few seconds, so he takes the opportunity to put one portion of the stick in his mouth and motions for you to do the same. and he’s so patient. he waits for you to inch forward just a bit before he himself moves closer to you. and as you both reach the middle of the stick, it doesn’t seem like either one of you will break it. the stick breaks even right in the middle but before you can pull your head back, Caelus cups the back of your head gently and kisses you so you can’t escape his grasp (not that you want to anyway. though you’d never admit that.). you tap near his shoulder as a sign to stop and he takes your cue and stops kissing you before peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle. he then stands up and stops the recording.

“thank you babe!” he makes a kissy face at you.

“of course. that wasn’t so bad… maybe you can post the video.”

of course, that was Caelus’s intent. not like he would have told you, though.

Dan Heng:

March 7th got you a box of pocky for Valentine's Day as a joke, that’s the first instance. it’s a running joke you two have that Dan Heng will never get in on mostly because he doesn’t understand/want to understand. the next instance is just on a random day where March slides a box of pocky over to you like it has drugs inside (it might as well have drugs in them. have you EATEN a whole box of pocky in one sitting? shit’s addictive.). your boyfriend gives you a quizzical look, clearly not amused at you and March’s not going on. but wait, there’s more. there’s a third instance not long after the second that made you think Dan Heng lost brain cells at watching. you, Caelus, and March playing hot potato with a box of pocky. god, he swears his friends are idiots. but you’re his favorite.

so when you return home with Dan Heng after hanging out with said friends, Dan Heng notices the box of pocky in your hands. 

“what did you do?”

“…whoever won hot potato got to keep the box!”

Dan Heng wishes he was not on this earth right now. he sighed and opened your apartment door for you and you both walked straight to the sofa and sat down. you present the box to him to open, and he carefully takes the box with a sigh and opens it and the pack inside the box before getting a stick out. he hands it to you. you look up at him and stare for a moment. and everything is quiet for just a moment. 

“we should play the pocky game!”

Dan Heng felt his eye twitch.

“one game, and then we’re going to bed,” he acquiesced. 

and so the game began. you put a portion of the stick in your mouth, he did the same with the other end of the treat. you inch closer and closer until your lips touch and you can feel one of Dan Heng’s hands reach up and cup your cheek and as you lean into his hand, he breaks off the kiss. you playfully whine at the lack of affection.

“we can play the game more some other time. come on, to bed with you.”

he’s such a party pooper, you swear.

Sunday: 

god, your friends are so weird. this is the thought Sunday has as he watches you, March 7th, Stelle, and Caelus terrorize some children at the local park. his next thought is we’re gonna get banned from the park. the fucking park of all things. he heard something about a child and pocky and immediately joined Dan Heng on the bench to zone out. tune out when the world becomes too much, is what Dan Heng said. how he keeps his friends in check truly baffles Sunday. 

after about 30 minutes of Sunday watching you and your friends terrorize children (who probably deserved it but shhh), he comes over and holds you by the back of your shirt.

“huh? oh, hi, Sunny!” you say cheerily.

“hello, my love. before we go back home, do you want to stop by the convenience store?”

and the sparkle in your eyes was hilarious and precious to Sunday. his funny and magical words (to you, anyway) made you stop terrorizing the children. you said goodbye to your friends and you happily skipped by Sunday’s side to the convenience store. you picked a box of pocky, Sunday paid for it and you both were back at your shared home soon enough. 

Sunday held the keys to your shared apartment and got you both in. you excitedly sat down on the couch and started fiddling with the box of pocky before successfully opening it and the pack inside. you take a stick out and motion Sunday to come over. 

“come here, i wanna kiss you!” you say excitedly. Sunday’s face flushes a bit but he always indulges you. he sits on the couch next to you and listens as you explain the rules of the game you’re playing. you place one portion of the stick in your mouth, Sunday does the same with the other piece. you notice his wings twitching slightly as you inch close together. and when you reach the middle, you peck his lips and part from him.

“could we do that again?”

and suddenly your lover grew slightly bolder than before. not that you were complaining.

Gepard:

Serval gifted Gepard a box of pocky since she was one of the few people who knew about his “secret” sweet tooth. it’s not a secret, he just never tells people he likes sweets more than anything. so when he comes home to you after a long day and notices a box of pocky on the coffee table, his face lights up just a bit. you notice the look on his face. 

“oh! you like pocky too?” you ask. Gepard hadn’t even noticed you were in the room. what a bad boyfriend he was. he wasn’t actually, he’s just giving himself a hard time. happens to the best of us.

“yeah, i do! i really like sweet treats but pocky is probably my favorite.” he replied.

“oh cool! we should play the pocky game, then! but only if you’re up for it, of course!” you suggested.

so that’s how you ended up on the couch with Geoard eating multiple sticks of pocky before actually playing the game with him. and once you both finally found the confidence to play the game? it was on. 

the first stick you both start to eat breaks almost immediately- you’re both too excited to play. the second stick breaks closer to the middle when Gepard chickens out from kissing you at the last second. the third stick broke off when you heard a noise and moved your head in the direction of the noise.

…fourth time’s the charm, right?

this time, the little game you’re playing started off well. you both carefully inch closer to each other and as you reach for the middle, you cup Gepard’s cheek with a hand and he places a hand over your hand. and then… a quick peck before you break off the kiss somewhat suddenly. you start apologizing, but your boyfriend starts stopping you, gentleman he is.

“that’s alright! we can always do this little game a different time. I enjoy eating it more, anyway.”

you swear your boyfriend is a saint sometimes.

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this christmas – op81

ski slopes, mistletoes, and the guy you've been crushing on for years – what could be better?

genre: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers!au, smut (just one scene in the end, you can skip it if you want)

pairing: female leclerc!reader x oscar piastri

other characters: lando norris, charles leclerc, george russell & mundt, alex albon & lily muni he, pierre gasly & kika cerqueira gomes

warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, not much more i think

word count: 13.8k (LMAO)

requested?: yes!!

author’s note: hello hello!! a lot to say about this one. first of all, thank you to @be-your-coffee-pot for this request, and i apologize for not getting to it earlier than now. for everyone’s knowledge, the request was sent in to me in august, so… yeah. i know it’s not exactly what you asked for, but i hope you like it anyway <3

second of all, i feel pretty happy about some of these scenes, but some… not so much. some of the fillers have parts that i really despite, but i don’t really have time to rewrite since christmas is like 2 days away lol. also, my description of the reader’s relationship to charles is not my best work, idk why he barely even appears, and i’m also not sure why logan isn’t in this...

third of all, my red divider things make my posts disappear from the tags, so i didn’t put any in this time. it looks bad, i know, but idk how to fix it. if anyone does, please let me know. :)

and lastly: i only proofread this whole thing once yesterday, but tumblr was being a bitch and i got so frustrated that i do not have the energy to proofread it again. so please, if you happen to find any spelling or grammar mistakes, i would be very thankful if you let me know. <3

hope you all enjoy !!

december 12th, 2:11pm

oscar has always loved winter.

it started in his childhood; the holiday films he'd seen as a child, the way it always seemed to magically snow right on christmas eve really started something in him. it hadn't been common for him to get snow back home in australia when he was younger but once he moved to the england, he got to experience it quite a lot. playing, fighting and just existing in the snow was like an unfilled childhood need that stayed with him until his older years.

he loved spending christmas at home with his family, but ever since he got to experience real christmases with snow, trees and cozy darkness, he craved it more than he craved lying on the beach in his swimming trunks.

so when he was asked to come along to the swiss alps for a vacation during the winter break, he packed his bags right away. he and lando just happened to book the same flight, and they both arrived at the airport around noon, getting into a cab to take them to the accommodation together.

when they arrive outside the cottage, oscar is in shock; it is enormous. he had imagined just a tiny, cute little house – not that he was sure how seven drivers and a couple of girlfriends would fit in a "tiny" house – but he was far from right.

him and lando are the second pair to arrive, just about an hour after alex and lily, who are the self-proclaimed 'hosts' as they took care of all of the booking and planning.

"we thought that one would be lando's room," alex starts, pointing down the hallway. "since it's far away from everyone else, and i'm sure we all would prefer to actually get some sleep during the night time."

"oh, shut it..." lando mumbles, shoving his friend on his shoulder.

"this one can be yours, oscar," lily says, moving in the opposite direction and gesturing to another room. then, she points at the one right next to it. "and this one has two beds, so it's for charles and his sister."

oscar's ears perk up. "y/n is going to be here?" he speaks almost took quickly, making the other three turn to look at him.

"oh, i thought you knew..." lily has an apologetic look on her face.

"i must've forgotten," oscar answers, though he's completely sure no one told him about it. there's no way he would forget you. "don't worry, it's cool."

the hosts continue to move down the hallway, and the mclaren boys are just about to follow along when lando elbows oscar's side playfully. "it's cool?"

oscar raises an eyebrow, trying to keep calm. "what?"

"the youngest leclerc coming along?" a grin takes up lando's entire face. "it's just cool? is she cool, or-"

"goodbye, lando." oscar shakes his head, darting towards alex and lily again. he takes a few deep breaths, hoping the blush he can feel spreading across his cheeks isn't too obvious.

unfortunately, lando didn't need to see the blush to know. he has caught his teammate staring at you too many times over the season, and he is fully aware of the way oscar always is suddenly interested in the conversation whenever you're the topic of discussion.

lando knows everything. and this christmas, he's going to be the best wingman the world has ever seen.

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december 13th, 12:53am

it's past midnight when you and charles arrive. your flight had been delayed, and then the gps had stopped working all of a sudden. and then, charles just refused to drive any faster than 30 km/h, saying it was too dangerous. as if he didn't drive cars in ten times that speed without even flinching.

you assume the whole house is sleeping already, so you and charles both sneak in as quietly as you can. someone – lily, assumably – has left you a note on the front door, guiding you to your shared room. it all goes smoothly – until charles trips over the doorframe, dropping his bag onto the floor as he tries not to fall down. the sound rattles through the hallway and you flinch, stopping in your tracks as you hope no one's woken up. but just a second later, the door opposite yours opens and a head sticks out.

oscar.

your heart softens and your shoulders relax when your gaze meets his. your soft smile is mirrored on his face, the sleepiness evident in his droopy eyes and the way strands of his bedhead point in every direction.

he looks like he's just about to say something when charles speaks up. "sorry, man! were you asleep?"

he walks up to the australian, giving him a firm handshake and a pat on the back. oscar shakes his head. "i was up reading," his huskey accent is like music to your ears. "i thought i heard some rustling out here, and then..." he nods his head toward the suitcase on the floor.

your brother laughs as he steps back, walking into the room with the "leclerc" sign. "well, i'll let you get back to that then," he says, picking up the bag from the floor and looking back one last time. "good night."

and then, you were just two.

you and oscar stand still for a moment, just watching each other. then, he opens up his arms, welcoming you into his embrace. you step forward and drape your arms around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist, and you let out a content sigh. he's warm, comfortable, and the way he squeezes your body has your mind spinning.

"it's been a while," he says when you part from the hug, a soft grin playing on his lips.

"like a month," you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest.

"a month has never felt this long before."

you're not sure when your crush on him started forming.

as someone who's always been interested in racing, even in the series your brother isn't in, you've kept up with most results and championships – including oscar's seasons in f2 and f3. after seeing oscar, the unstoppable rookie who completely crushed his season in f3, you made sure to keep an eye at him in f2 the following year. and it's easy to say that you liked what you saw. especially in jeddah.

you'd meet him occasionally around the paddock the following year, just giving him a sweet smile and a quick greeting as if it was no big deal. but you always found yourself squealing on the inside and taking deep breaths to stay calm whenever you made eye contact with him.

then came 2023 and his debut in f1. yet again, he exceeded everyone's expectations, performing better than most drivers who'd been on the grid for years. with his permanent role on the grid, he was around more – and so were you. it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to bump into each other, around the paddock or during media days or in afterparties, and now you tried not to shy away.

talking to oscar was always simple. he was easygoing, it all seemed effortless, and you felt more relaxed. before you knew it, you could chat about racing strategies and tyre management for twenty minutes before a member of the mclaren staff interrupted you, rushing oscar away somewhere. you got to know each other slowly throughout the season, though never really going further than some friendly conversations, but you felt happy knowing that you'd taken the first step towards getting closer to him.

"so..." he starts. "you've been good?"

you nod. "yeah, a lot of studying but it's been alright. you?"

"yeah."

and there it is again, that slightly awkward silence. it's natural, you haven't seen each other since that night in abu dhabi and you're both a little unsure of where you stand after it. the tension is so thick that you could cut through it with a knife, and you kind of want to escape the whole situation. but then he speaks up.

"hey, i just wanted to-"

he's interrupted by the call of your name, and when you turn around, charles is leaning against the doorframe, eyes hazy. "are you going to sleep tonight or what?" he asks, dragging a hand through his already messy hair.

you feel a weight lift off your shoulders – and at the same time, your stomach tightens in disappointment. you nod at your brother, looking back at oscar to give him a wave and a "sleep well", before joining charles in your shared room.

oscar stands still in the corridor for a moment, before sighing and slapping himself in his mind for being so awkward and messing up this opportunity. but on the other side of the door, you stand still too as you watch your brother jump onto his bed, taking a deep breath to clear your mind.

you're just thankful the room is so dark that he can't see your ever-reddening cheeks.

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december 13th, 10:24am

despite the never-ending pitter-patter of your heart as you went to bed last night, you could fall asleep quite quickly, seeing as you were utterly exhausted from traveling. breakfast this morning feels like you and charles have just been reunited with your childhood friends after being kidnapped for years; not like you had just gone a few weeks without seeing each other. everyone runs around hugging, chatting about how much they've missed each other and how great this trip will be.

"did you get new highlights?" kika asks you, sliding into the seat next to you by the long table as you stuff a piece of bread into your mouth. the room is a combination of a kitchen and a dining hall, with a big cooking area and a glass wall giving the dining area a beautiful view of the mountains outside. in the middle stands a long table with enough seats for all of you, filled with fresh pastries and other breakfast goods to celebrate the first day of the trip. "or is it just the light?"

"just the light," you answer, shooting her a smile as you pick up your cup of coffee.

"oh my god, i almost forgot to ask you," lily starts and places her elbows on the table, her face resting in her hands. "what happened to that guy from raya you were talking to? did you end up going out?"

oscar is sitting a few seats down the table, pretending to be immersed in a conversation with some of the other drivers about the last few races of the season, while actually just doing his best to listen in on the conversation you're having. when he hears alex's girlfriend mention raya, his ears perk up and his breath gets caught in his throat. a million thoughts instantly crash into his mind.

she's seeing someone? how could i not know this? she's on raya? is she actively looking for a partner? who is this guy they're talking about?

he coughs and tries to act normal, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling passing through his body. he soon hears the sweet sound of your wholehearted laughter, and he almost smiles instinctively at it, before he can remind himself that lando's story about las vegas isn't exactly a smiley matter. "you're not going to believe this, i have the best story," you say in-between fits of giggles. "i met up with him for some drinks, and guess what he said? that he has a foot fetish and has dreamed about me caressing his face with my feet." all of the girls squeal and explode with laughter, making some of the boys flinch and look over to see what all the commotion is about. "so, safe to say, we never met up again. and i haven't wanted to go out with anyone else from there, either. i have a feeling they're all just creeps."

"hey, don't lose hope!" kika says while elbowing your side, but her actions are too soft, forcing you to fold over as an uncomfortable feeling spreads through your body. however, a burst of laughter spills past your lips. kika immediately holds her arm back, laughing along. "crap, i'm sorry! i totally forgot how ticklish you are."

you shake your head, your hand landing on her shoulder. "no worries," you tell her. "but, i haven't lost hope. i just don't think my soulmate is lurking around on raya with the foot fetishists."

oscar feels his shoulders relax again, feeling alright with focusing back on the boys' conversation now that he knows you in fact aren't seeing anyone.

maybe he has a shot, after all. as long as he doesn't talk too much about your feet.

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december 14th, 3:09pm

lando thinks he's so smart.

when he tells oscar to go ask if you'd like to have some of the gingerbread cookies he's bought, it's the third time today he has forced some kind of interaction between the two of you. he is sure that the more time that the two of you spend with each other, the more likely you will be to stop pining and just confess already.

but this time, oscar glares at the brit. "why don't you ask her yourself?"

"because you know what room she's in," lando hums back, reaching into the cupboard with some groceries. "i keep getting lost, the house is too big. plus, i'm busy." he motions to the half-empty grocery bag on the counter.

oscar lets out a sigh, but nods. "how can you memorize all tracks on the calendar, but you get lost in a cabin?" he asks rhetorically, whilst turning around and making his way down the hallway towards your room.

it's not that oscar doesn't enjoy 'accidentally' being forced into talking to you; it's the extreme lack of discretion lando is showing that makes him annoyed. it makes oscar seem like he's the one coming up with silly excuses to talk to you, and he doesn't like how it makes him look. he'd rather be seen as chill, laidback, someone who doesn't force things. he doesn't want you to catch on too early and reject him.

your voice echoes a 'come in' when he knocks on the door to your bedroom, and he pushes the door open just a little to reveal you sitting on the bed, a thick blanket wrapped over your shoulders. a grin spreads across your lips when you make eye contact with him. "hi," you say, placing the book you were reading on the bedside table.

"hey," he answers, stepping inside the room. "i... lando bought some gingerbread cookies, and we were going to make some hot chocolate, and..." his voice trails off as his eyes wander down your body, taking in the christmas sweater you're wearing and the fuzzy socks covering your feet. he smiles absentmindedly at the sight, loving how cozy you seem, and wishing he was sitting right there with you, sharing the blanket.

you nod, understanding him despite his lack of words. "i'll be right there."

oscar gives you a thumbs up – one he then facepalms himself for when he's left your room – before moving towards the kitchen again. but when he walks into it, he sees something hanging from a lamp. he stops in his tracks. "no way..."

festive cookies aren't the only thing lando bought when he went to the local supermarket. he also got the ultimate tool for securing his master plan – a mistletoe.

he doesn't know how, but he's planning to make sure you and oscar meet underneath it at least once before the holidays are over. there's no way you'll both be able to avoid it all week.

of course, lando isn't the only one rooting for the two of you. most of the other drivers know too – how can they not notice the glances you share and the way you light up when someone mentions the other in a conversation? – and most of them are in on his plans. charles is probably the only one in the house who's still oblivious to your and oscar's pining, and lando thinks that he might interfere with the matchmaking if he figures something out, so the brit keeps quiet.

oscar wants to pull the mistletoe down, rip it apart and throw it in the trash, but he refrains. something inside him tells him this might actually work out in his favor – and he decides to trust his gut this time.

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december 15th, 2:01am

sleeping can be tricky, especially when your brother is snoring loudly in a bed just a few meters away from you.

who even decided to put him and you in the same room?

when you've been tossing and turning to no avail for about an hour, you decide it's time to do something, anything, to hopefully get a little tired again. a glass of warm milk never hurt anyone, did it?

you make your way to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of milk and put it in the microwave, before turning to look through the windows.

the view of the mountains is breathtaking. there is an untouched, thick layer of snow covering the area, with new flakes still falling. the sun set long ago, but the snow makes it all seem light. the lake below you is just barely visible by now, almost completely coated in snow.

it's completely serene, and you find yourself getting lost in the scenery. however, you're shaken out of your trance when you hear steps behind you. when you turn around, your eyes find someone standing just a few meters away, barely visible in the dark.

you jump in your place and clutch your chest in shock, not expecting anyone else to be up at this hour. when the person steps into the light of the little kitchen lap you had turned on, you relax instantly. "holy shit, oscar," you breathe. "you nearly scared me to death."

"i'm sorry," the australian chuckles. "i didn't know how to approach you without scaring you..."

"what even are you doing up?" you question, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back against the counter.

"i was just reading in my bed when i heard your door opening, and then footsteps, so..." he trails off when his eyes wander out towards the living room, seemingly just as taken by the sight as you were just moments ago. "i wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"well, everything is okay, so..."

there's some kind of awkwardness hanging in the air. it's not only because of the obvious uncertainty of what to say or do in this situation; it has more to do with the fact that this isn't the first time that the two of you have found yourselves this close with this much tension, all alone at night. sure, it's a lot like the night of your arrival here, but another memory springs to your mind, too.

just under a month ago, following the after-party in abu dhabi, oscar had accompanied you back to the hotel when you started getting too tipsy to keep yourself up on the dance floor. your brother had been nowhere in sight, so oscar took it upon himself to help you out, draping an arm across your waist before walking you all the way to your hotel room. and when you'd arrived in the dimly lit corridor, you'd turned up towards him to thank him, accidentally brushing your nose against his as you did. both of you had broken out in giggles, neither especially sober, but you stayed close – and when the laughter settled, you just watched each other. when his gaze had flickered between your eyes and lips, your breath hitched in your throat, the anticipation growing stronger. you had leaned in even closer, your eyes fluttering closed-

but just as your lips were about to brush his, you had been interrupted. a door a few meters away had opened and the two of you jumped apart, watching as your brother stepped out and exclaimed that he had been wondering where you ended up. oscar had wished you both a good night before hurrying off, the embarrassment of almost getting caught by his friend being too much for him to handle.

you just hoped oscar had been too drunk to remember it, because otherwise, things were bound to get quite awkward. you didn't want him to act differently around you just because you have feelings for him.

thankfully, he hasn't said or done anything to make you think he does remember it.

as you're thinking back to that night in abu dhabi, you nearly get your second heart attack when the microwave goes off with a loud beep. you scramble to turn it off and take out your milk, almost burning yourself on the hot glass in the meantime.

oscar watches you with an amused grin before he forces his gaze off you, eyes wandering over to the windows again. "quite the view, huh?"

you look over your shoulder at the blanketed mountains. "yeah, it's breathtaking," you reply, before growing quiet.

he pauses for a moment, too. "there's something magical about this place. makes everything seem simpler, quieter..."

you nod. "yeah, it does."

something about the moment makes you realize that maybe, just maybe, the awkwardness between you and oscar isn't as insurmountable as you once thought it would be. the shared quietude is comfortable, and you feel at ease. he hasn't brought up abu dhabi – he probably won't, you feel – and maybe you could both just put it behind you and focus on enjoying your trip.

when you eventually get back in your bed, it's with the same kind of pitter-patter of your heart as when you and charles arrived in the cabin a few days ago. needless to say, the glass of warm milk probably isn't going to help.

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december 16th, 9:02pm

the mistletoe has moved.

when you first noticed it the other day, it was hanging from a kitchen lamp. and now, it's in the doorframe leading into the living room.

you're planning on avoiding it at all costs, not wanting to slip up and accidentally get under it with the wrong person. or the right one, for that matter. the awkwardness of kissing your crush in front of friends and family would be too much to handle.

some others seem to have the exact opposite attitude towards the decoration, though. kika and pierre can be found by it about ten times per day, and alex and lily have no issues sharing a few kisses whenever they "accidentally" pass it.

no matter what, lando has a mischievous grin whenever anyone mentions it, or even walks near it.

his grin stays on when he decides to let himself be in charge of the outing you all have to the christmas tree farm nearby. the farm is too big and would take too long if everyone was going to look at every tree, so lando divides everyone into groups of two based on who they're standing next to as you walk past the gates.

what a coincidence that you're standing right next to oscar when he says this.

lando ushers the two of you off to the rows with quite tall, pre-decorated trees. "so," oscar starts as you both stop in front of a tree with white lights and ornaments hung all over it. "what do you think about this one?"

"well, it's lovely," you say, scanning it thoroughly. "but isn't the true test how well it fits into the living room?"

he nods, despite his confusion, and he shoots a curious glance your way. "and how do we determine that?"

with a playful grin, you hold up an imaginary measuring tape, pretending to size up the tree with a critical eye. "i'm trying to figure out if it fits this corner best, or..."

he follows your gaze, realizing the tease in your words. "i think maybe it's better in the other corner," he hums and points to the side as you turn a little.

"exactly."

lando never inserted himself into a group; he's too focused on watching the two of you share a lighthearted laugh at the situation. though his mistletoe back in the cabin might still have a trick or two up its metaphorical sleeve, he is already proud of his matchmaking antics.

and, he is sure you'll both crack. it is just a matter of time.

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december 17th, 1:43pm

"i never thought skiing would be this hard," you groan as you step into a cottage, the warmth enveloping you and beginning to defrost you instantly.

oscar laughs at the exasperated tone in your voice. "this was just the kids' slope, you do remember that, right?" you stick your tongue out at him, slumping down on a bench by a table. "you just wait before you do some real skiing..."

you had never skied before today. oscar had, but he said it was too long ago and that he needed an easy start. plus, he couldn't just leave you all alone in the children's slope without an instructor.

you'd fallen over at least five times, despite the fact that the slope was practically flat. thankfully, oscar promised to buy you some hot chocolate in a cottage café to cheer you up.

when he comes back from the cashier carrying two big, steaming cups of chocolate, you've regained most of the feeling in your fingers again. the hot piece of ceramic almost burns your skin, but you think it's worth it; you need the sugar and you need it now.

"you know what the worst thing is?" you ask, bringing the cup up to your face with both hands. you start sipping on the drink and oscar glances at you with a questioning look as he slips down next to you on the bench. "carrying those goddamn skis with me. not only does it suck to actually ski, but dragging them all the way from the rental shop…"

"if it's that much of a bother, i can carry them for you."

"and carry your own too?" you scoff, watching him flinch as he burns his tongue on the drink. "you're not that strong."

he lets out a groan. "you're not even strong enough to carry your own, so you shouldn't say anything."

"i can carry them!" you protest, shooting him a glare. "i just don't want to. two very different things."

you both go silent momentarily, too busy focusing on how good it feels to no longer be frozen to the marrow. the cabin is filled with people; kids running in circles around the tables, soon to be tired again after the initial sugar shock from their afternoon snack; a group of older ladies gossiping and enjoying getting some rest just like you; and some young adults in the far corner are already busy dancing on the tables with their after-ski drinks in their hands.

"you know what? i changed my mind," you tell him, scooting away from him a little and placing your skiing boot on the bench. "these things. they're the worst."

you start to unclasp the boot, sighing in relief as you finally tug the shoe off your foot, throwing it onto the floor. you've only worn it for about an hour, but you can already feel the bruises beginning to form. you're just about to reach down to undo the other boot, too, when oscar reaches towards your foot.

your eyebrows shoot up as he takes it in his hands, pulling the foot into his lap. and then, his fingers begin to wander up and down your foot and ankle, giving you soft squeezes and pressing down on the spaces where he thinks the boot has squeezed you the most. you hold back a pleasured sound, seeing as it would sound way too inappropriate right now, but oscar subconsciously takes note of how you're getting flushed because he soon looks up at your face.

"is this okay?"

you swallow down the lump in your throat, nodding quickly. "y-yeah… just don't tickle me..."

when did things get so intimate? mere minutes ago, you couldn't think about anything other than how you were so cold your nose was going to fall off. but now, you can't stop your eyes from following his long, sleek fingers, thinking about how good they feel and imagining how good they would feel somewhere else-

"give me your other foot."

you're thankful that he interrupts your train of thought before your mind wanders too far.

compose yourself, woman.

"don't tell me you have a foot fetish, too," you tease, turning around so that you can place your other foot on the bench too. he lets out a hearty laugh, swiftly undoing your other boot before letting it drop to the ground.

"oh, shut it. do you want a massage or not?"

you shoot him pout, giving his shoulder a thankful pat before taking your cup in your hands again. you focus on the drink, watching how the steam rises and the marshmallows melt. you can't look over at him anymore, scared of your cheeks growing too red and your face giving away your feelings.

the bell by the door rings behind you, and you look towards it out of habit. and in comes alex, george, lily and carmen, laughing and chatting loudly about the black slope they just went down. oscar doesn't seem to notice, but you hastily pull your feet from his lap, sitting down properly – unfortunately making eye contact with alex as you do. he leans forward to lily, whispering something in her ear, and you watch as her eyes dart to you and a smirk grows on her lips.

shit.

the clicking of her boots against the stone floor meets your ears and oscar turns his head at the sound, suddenly realizing why you withdrew from him. "hey there," lily cheers, each of her hands landing your and oscar's shoulders. "what have you been up to?"

your eyes meet his briefly, before looking back up at lily. "just... drinking some chocolate..."

"oh, no skiing?"

"she crashed too much, i couldn't keep her out there and let her continue to embarrass me all day," oscar tells her and you shove his shoulder.

"do you mind if we join you guys?" george asks, coming around the table and not even giving you a second to think about it before he sets two cups of chocolate down on the table. the grin he's wearing only tells you one thing: alex told him already. carmen's lips show off a matching set.

"not at all..."

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december 18th, 10:32am

you huff as you slump down on the living room couch, your mood not even getting brought up by watching the newly installed christmas tree in front of you. you hadn't even been out skiing that much yesterday, yet every single inch of your body aches. not only do you have big, blue bruises on both of your hips due to the many times you've fallen onto the hardly packed snow, but every muscle screams with pain as you drape a blanket over your body. needless to say, you decided to stay at home today instead of heading out with the others for another round.

"are you sure you don't wanna come along?" kika asks as she enters the room, her pretty pink sunglasses perched at the top of her nose. the pout on her lips almost makes you doubt staying in, but when you move to sit up more straight again, you know you've made the right decision.

you nod, giving her a weak smile. "yeah, sorry."

"but oscar promised to come along?"

you freeze, your cheeks growing red as you hear her words.

did she know? about your feelings for him? did the others already tell her about the incident in the cottage yesterday? did they really interpret the situation that way?

"w-what?"

"oh," she chuckles at your reaction. "i just meant that he was so bad yesterday, so i thought that seeing him fall over a couple of times would be worth the pain."

"we're gonna trick him into going down a black slope with us," says pierre who walks into the room, arms lacing around his girlfriend from behind. "we'll send some clips."

you let out a breath of relief as they leave the room. maybe they don't know. maybe your secret will stay secret for a little longer.

the group leaves in pairs or trios and you tell them all goodbye from your place underneath the many blankets. everyone has left by now except for oscar, which confounds you since the others seemed to have so many plans for him. your confusion only grows when he steps into the living room without any skiing gear on, just wearing an oversized, cozy hoodie and a pair of sweats.

"why aren't you out with the others?" you question, your eyebrows raised at him.

"well," he sighs, flopping down next to you on the couch. "i can't find my helmet." when you shoot him a doubting look, he raises his hands defensively. "what?"

"i don't believe it."

"you don't have to, but it's the truth."

"how do you even lose a helmet? it's so big?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "i assumed you were used to keeping track of where your helmet is since if you don't have your helmet with you for races, then you can't race."

"i swear i put it on the drawer by the front door like half an hour ago. i don't understand what could've happened."

you have to give it to him; he is really doing his best to cover this up. you find it pretty obvious that he just doesn't want to ski because of what the others were planning to do to him. but maybe if kika and pierre hadn't spilled their plans already, you would've believed him.

"but hey," he says, bringing you out of your thoughts. "don't feel obligated to include me in whatever you were going to do here now that you finally have the house to yourself." he pushes himself off the couch, standing up and shooting you one last smile before turning to walk away. "i'll let you have some peace."

he takes a couple of steps towards the bedrooms, but then you get the idea. "oscar." he stops in his tracks, throwing a glance back at you. "i was planning on doing some baking, and…" you shuffle slightly in your seat. "it wouldn't hurt to have an extra helping hand."

"i'm a horrible baker, though."

"and i'm the best baker ever, so i guess we cancel each other out." you stand up from your seat, keeping the blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you make your way toward the kitchen. "let's go make some mediocre cookies!"

oscar shakes his head, grinning to himself as he follows behind you. this was definitely not what he had planned, but he sure is liking the way it's going.

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december 18th, 8:14pm

oscar had not been kidding when he said he sucked at baking.

he put in twice the needed amount of flour, and only half of the sugar. and as if that wasn't enough, of course the mistletoe had moved to the kitchen, making the whole situation quite uncomfortable as you both had to take strange routes while navigating through the kitchen to avoid it. not even your baking skills could save the cookies.

as an apology, oscar promised to buy some fancy gingerbread cookies tonight at the christmas market you'd all planned to go to in a nearby city. he was strongly set on going through with his promise, despite how many times you told him that it was alright and that they wouldn't taste as good as homemade ones anyway.

you've all been at the market for almost two hours now, but it feels like you've only gone about ten meters. your friends, mainly lando, george and alex, are stopping at every single shop and stand, making sure to check out all products and buying at least one thing in every store, no matter how long the line to the cash register is.

"lando-" you groan at the sight of the brit running into yet another store; this time, a shop filled with christmassy outfits for dogs. "he doesn't even have a pet…"

kika is grinning next to you, shaking her head. "he told me earlier today that he wanted to buy a present for roscoe if he got the chance," she says as most of the group joins lando. "makes more sense than when he bought that screwdriver thirty minutes ago just because it was green."

"the power of 'christmas colors', apparently," you hear oscar's voice from behind you, and you turn back to meet his eyes.

"well, i'm not surprised. just disappointed. and cold, and tired of standing still."

oscar points his head to the side, up the street. "i think i saw a stand a little further up that sells cookies, maybe they have some gingerbread ones."

you nod, a small smile entering your lips. "let's go check it out, then. kika, do you wanna come-"

you're cut off by the sound of pierre calling for his girlfriend, holding up a reindeer costume and blabbering on about how it would be perfect for her cousin's dog. "sorry guys," kika says before strutting off to her boyfriend.

you both shrug before walking down the street towards the stand oscar had spotted. the sugary scent of cookies meets your nose from far away, and your mouth waters at the mere thought of the sweets. when you arrive, a sweet old lady sitting behind the stand greets you and tells you all about the different cookies she's baked. gingerbread, sugar cookies with little candy canes, snowball cookies, and various traditional swiss cookies.

"would you like to have a taste, dears?" the lady asks, pointing her hand to a plate with samples. you and oscar take a gingerbread cookie each, popping it into your mouths.

"oh yeah, this is lovely," he says, looking like he's savoring every crumb.

"much better than ours," you answer, nudging his shoulder with yours. he gasps and places a hand on his chest, feigning offense.

you turn your attention back to the lady and telling her you'd love to buy a little box of cookies from her. oscar pays for them and she wraps the box in some pretty gift paper, handing it to you before you continue making your way down the street. the house walls and all trees are wrapped in christmas lights, some blinking in random colors and some with a soft glow of an elegant white. the streets are filled with people wearing santa hats, ugly christmas sweaters, and scarves so big half of their faces are covered. there's not a single frown in sight, the happiness and love so obvious you can almost see little hearts flowing above everyone's heads.

you glance into a couple of different stores as you stroll, stopping occasionally to check something out. when you reach a stand with different kinds of jewelry, something catches your eye: a golden necklace with a heart-shaped charm hanging from it. you carefully pick it up, your heart fluttering in your chest as you inspect it.

and when you look up at oscar from the necklace in your hands, he feels like the air is stolen from his lungs. your eyes are twinkling with happiness, outshining all lights in the entire christmas market. the excited smile on your lips is contagious, and suddenly, it's like the world around you has stopped and everyone else has disappeared. you're both just grinning at each other like two lovestruck fools, nothing in either of your minds other than the person in front of you. the sight of your rosy cheeks from the cold makes the butterflies in his stomach multiply by the second.

wow, he really is totally and fully whipped.

"really pretty," he finally gets out, unsure if he's talking about the necklace or the woman standing before him.

"pretty? it's gorgeous," you answer, eyes flickering back to the jewelry in your hand. "i adore it. how much is it?"

just as the guy in the booth is about to answer, you feel someone grab your free hand. "come on guys, they're closing down soon and we still have a bunch of shops to visit!" kika is pulling you along so fast you barely have time to put the necklace down.

lily notices the disappointment on your face and pats your shoulder. "we'll come back here sometime before christmas, don't worry."

lando shows you the christmas tree costume he bought as you wander down the market again, but oscar suddenly stops. "guys, i forgot my phone back at the cookie stand. keep walking, i'll catch up with you," he says, pointing behind him with his thumb and disappearing before anyone can say anything.

it's a good excuse, but you clearly see the outline of his phone in his back pocket as he hurries down the street.

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december 19th, 9:22pm

the days roll on with a gentle rhythm of shared glances and fleeting touches between you and oscar. unbeknownst to both of you, lando, ever the persistent wingman, continues his behind-the-scenes matchmaking efforts.

in some magical way, lando manages to get you and oscar paired up for pretty much anything. board game night? you and oscar just happen to get the exact role cards that make you teammates. time for some ornament decorating? you and oscar are the only ones who don't get a seat on the couch, having to sit on the floor together and share all your materials.

funnily enough, it never gets awkward between the two of you. even when you are left all alone, there is always something to talk about, some dumb thing lando has done that you can tease him about behind his back, or something you are curious about when it comes to his racing career so far. somehow, being with oscar started feeling comfortable, natural, unforced.

one specific night, alex comes up with the idea of playing card games, to which only a few of you are actually interested. some plan on going to bed early so they can hit the slopes first thing in the morning, while others just aren't in the mood. oscar said he would just finish wrapping some christmas presents and join you all later, and you catch yourself feeling disappointed that he's not on the couch next to you, helping you win (or taunting you to make you lose). it surprises you how much you're drawn to him, how it feels like something is missing when he isn't around, when you didn't feel this way just a few days ago.

you try to shake the feeling off, but it's still lingering even as you start playing with your friends. eventually, you excuse yourself to get a glass of water from the kitchen to take your mind off things. but-

just as you round the corner going into the kitchen, your head crashes into something hard. you shriek as you stumble, hands coming up to grab the person in front of you as you lose your balance, but a pair of hands wrap around your back, holding you up. when you look up, you're met with oscar's big brown eyes blinking down at you. "you okay there?"

you let out a relieved breath, nodding at him. "yeah, thanks to you. what were you doing coming around the corner that fast, though?"

he chuckles. "what were you doing not looking where you're going?"

"touché."

your hands are still holding on to the front of his hoodie, and you're about to let go of him and walk away when you notice something in the upper periphery of your vision. something is hanging above you. but, it can't be-

of course it is.

the mistletoe.

oscar looks up just as you do, jaw dropping slightly. "oh..."

"indeed..."

you both keep your vision pointed up, as if the mistletoe would disappear if you just keep on staring at it. oscar's hands slowly begin to slide off your back, and he's hoping you'll both just pretend like none of this ever happened. it would be the least awkward thing to do.

"maybe-" his breath hitches in his throat when you speak up. his gaze is on you again, but you're still looking at the plant. "maybe we should do it. just... for the christmas spirit, you know. i love christmas."

you don't even know what you're blabbering on about. you're trying to improvise a reason to kiss your brother's colleague that makes at least a little sense, but you're completely lost. you realize how dumb you sound, and you expect to see him staring at you like you actually are insane when you look back at him.

but what you don't know is that he thinks it's the best idea ever. he is just as into it as you are, if not more. he doesn't look at you like you're crazy; he's just dumbfounded, blinking at you as he tries to understand what's happening. did the girl he likes really just say they should kiss? because she loves christmas?

oscar gulps, but something in him gives him the courage to nod. "i mean," he starts, voice weak. "what's the harm? it's just... tradition."

"right. yeah, that's exactly what i was thinking."

the tension is higher than ever as your faces are already just inches apart. you aren't sure who should take the initiative and lean in, but before you can overthink it, you're both doing it subconsciously. your noses brush against each other briefly and a little giggle escapes past your lips, and this whole situation feels very familiar. this time, oscar can't hold back anymore, so he closes the gap and presses his mouth to yours.

the kiss is quick, not much longer than a peck, but something changes inside you. when you didn't know what it felt like to kiss oscar, you didn't think too much about it. but now that you have felt his lips on yours, you crave it.

he seems to feel the same way, because when you kiss him again, he's pressing against you instantly. your hands move from his chest to his shoulders as your lips move in sync, tilting your head to get a better angle. oscar's touch travels up and down your sides, fingers grazing the bare skin of your stomach when your sweater lifts.

oscar takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and you let out a hum, making him grin into the kiss. his tongue swipes between your lips before slipping into your mouth, exploring it for the first, but hopefully not last, time. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, already growing hot as his hands move down to your butt.

kissing oscar is so easy, so comfortable. it's like you've done it so many times before, like it's what you were made to do.

you're so relaxed and so focused on the kiss that you don't even hear lando's footsteps right next to you, nor his snicker from a few meters away as he picks up his phone to snap a couple of pictures. you don't even hear him strutting away to the living room, nor his loud proclamation to the group: mission complete.

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december 23rd, 8:35am

the rest of the days leading up to christmas consist of a lot of sneaking around.

the days are filled with secretive kisses when you're sure no one is watching, fleeting pecks or longer liplocks, hurriedly parting and acting like nothing happened when you hear approaching footsteps. they're filled with soft brushes as you pass each other in hallways, little squeezes of your waist or his arm when someone is around, conveying more than anyone could guess. and they're filled with giant, knowing smiles matching on your lips, with longing gazes and sly winks across the dinner table.

now, his hand is warm in yours despite the freezing temperatures of the air. when you said you forgot your mittens in the cabin, oscar had just smiled, taking off one of his own to give it to you. and to heat your other hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand as you walked.

you'd slipped out of the house before anyone else had woken up, wishing for a peaceful moment for yourselves. the two of you haven't really had time to properly talk ever since your moment under the mistletoe, and even though it wasn't outspoken, you both knew there were things to be discussed.

you're halfway around the lake when he finally touches on the subject. "so..." he starts, nudging your shoulder with his. "you like me, huh?"

you snicker. "i have for quite some time now, actually."

his hand squeezes yours. "tell me about it."

and when he asks, you tell.

you tell him about seeing him all those years ago, thinking that he was just a pretty face, a good driver, and not much else. you tell him about getting to know him more and more in the last two years and realizing that shit, he's so much more than that. you tell him about the butterflies, about the sneaky glances, about falling for him.

and then, he tells you his side.

he tells you about knowing of you from your first appearances in the f1 paddock, the curiosity in him growing for every picture of you and charles he saw. he tells you about wanting to approach you but not knowing how, not wanting to come off too strong or clingy. he tells you about how nothing has ever been more disappointing to him than charles's timing back in abu dhabi. then, he tells you about how his fingers had secretly been crossed all trip, hoping that lando's attempts to pair the two of you up wouldn't fall through.

you share giggles and smiles as you tell your stories, and it all feels so natural even though it's so new. and you think to yourself that maybe, this won't be so hard to get used to.

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december 23rd, 5:46pm

"how are things going with oscar?"

lily's voice makes your heart skip a beat. you had just walked into the kitchen to grab a gingerbread cookie, not expecting her to be doing the dishes this late in the evening – and especially not expecting her to ask you something like that. "what do you mean?" you ask back, trying to stay composed as you strut over to the cupboard, reaching into it for the box of cookies.

"are you going to be like... boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

the box slips out of your hands and crashes to the floor before you can catch it again. did you hear her correctly? your eyebrows shoot up and your mouth hangs open as you look at her again. she scoffs.

"oh please, the two of you aren't exactly sneaky," she says, looking back into the sink. "you know, lando took pictures of you under the mistletoe. and we all saw you coming back from your little trip to the lake earlier today."

"oh my god." you cover your face with your hands, letting out a groan. "oh my god. no way."

lily laughs, washing the last few plates under the tap before placing them on the side to drain. "don't worry, we were all in on it."

"and what does that mean?!"

"lando had a plan." of course he did. "we all agreed to help him out. except charles, he's still oblivious."

"what kind of plan?"

"well, just small things here and there, really." she wipes her hands on a towel before turning around and leaning against the counter. "hiding oscar's helmet so he'd have to stay here with you instead of skiing with us. walking really slowly in the market so you'd both get so tired of us that you'd stroll off alone. and the mistletoe, but that's obvious..."

as lily spills the details of lando's plan, you feel a mix of embarrassment and surprise, along with a hint of amusement. you're suddenly very aware of the collaboration that has taken place behind the scenes, and you take a deep breath as you slowly lower your hands from your face.

"so... lando really orchestrated all of this?" you exclaim, still trying to process the fact that your friends have been actively working to bring you and oscar closer together.

lily chuckles, nodding. "yes, and he's been loving every moment of it. we all figured you two needed a little push."

you shake your head in disbelief, a smile playing on your lips despite the initial shock. "what's the endgame here? is lando secretly a matchmaker or something?"

"he wishes," she says with a smirk. "i think he just enjoys playing cupid when he can." she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. "but hey, it worked out well, didn't it? you and oscar seem pretty cozy."

"yeah, i guess..." the mention of oscar brings a blush to your cheeks. "i just didn't expect to have a whole team of co-conspirators."

lily laughs, stepping forward to pat your shoulder. "it's all in good fun. besides, it's about time something happened between you two." you nod in agreement, smiling at her. "now, spill. how are you feeling about all of this? is he boyfriend material?"

you hesitate for a moment, contemplating your newfound dynamic with oscar. a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "yeah, maybe. we're figuring it out, i guess. it's all been... surprisingly nice."

she grins, satisfied with your response. "well, then, i'd say lando's plan was a success." she backs away, walking towards the kitchen exit. "just enjoy it, okay? and don't be too mad at us. we just wanted to see you both happy."

you nod and watch as she leaves, still processing the directed events that have led up to this moment. as you're left alone, you can't help but smile to yourself at the thought of everything that's happened – and everything that's yet to come.

suddenly, for the first time in your life, you feel thankful for something lando has done. you'll have to remember to thank him later.

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december 24th, 10:23pm

just a few hours ago, charles was challenged to a snowball fight with the rest of the twitch quartet. and how could he ever say no to them?

for you to fall asleep before he got back would just be stupid, because there's no way he will be able to keep quiet when he eventually he crashes into the room post-fight. so instead, you sit against the headboard of your bed, a thick blanket draped over your body and a good book in your hands as you enjoy the tranquility of the last few moments of christmas eve.

there's a soft knock on the door, one so low you could've just as well missed it. "come in," you call out, looking up from your book as the door creaks open. surprise paints your face as oscar enters the room, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of carrying out a secret mission.

in his hands, oscar holds a beautifully wrapped box, adorned with a crimson bow. "merry christmas."

"oscar, what are you up to?" you ask, laughter dancing in your eyes.

"giving you your present." he sits at your feet, holding out the present to you.

you place your book beside you on the bed, accepting the gift with a curious smile. you unwrap the present, and as you remove the lid of the box and your eyes are met with a necklace, your breath hitches in your throat.

the heart-shaped pendant is familiar – it's the exact necklace you'd eyed in the christmas market. you look up at oscar, a myriad of emotions playing on your face. "i didn't forget my phone," he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "i just really wanted to get it for you."

speechless, you delicately trace the edges of the pendant with your fingers. "oscar, i..."

"it's a christmas gift, but you can wear it whenever you want."

you hold the necklace up to him. "like now?"

he nods and takes it from you as you turn around, brushing away your hair so that he can secure the chain around your neck. when you turn back, you catch the glint of admiration in his eyes. "you look beautiful."

you hold the pendant between your thumb and pointer finger, a silent acknowledgment of the connection formed by the gift. "it's perfect, oscar. thank you." you tilt your head, smiling at him. "you're not getting your gift until tomorrow, though."

"just seeing you with this necklace is enough of a present for me. i don't need anything else."

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december 25th, 6:04pm

christmas day morning is for gift exchanges. you all sit around the tree in the living room, giving out presents and sharing the background stories behind the silly little things you've bought each other. you receive a ton of random objects that people had bought that day in the christmas market; objects they bought just to irritate you and oscar. now that you know, you find it quite funny – and seeing charles's confused face as you unwrapped a green screwdriver from lando is definitely one of your highlights of the day.

your present to oscar is, obviously, better planned than most other gifts. beneath the wrapper is a box titled "skiing survival kit" written in big, red letters. in it lies a pair of thick socks (with a note reading "to protect your feet from those horrible boots"), a bag of hot chocolate mix ("for moments when skiing feels too challenging; a little warmth to make everything better"), a bottle of peppermint-scented massaging oil ("you never know when you find yourself in need of a massage..."), and a handwritten letter about how you enjoyed your stay in the cottage much more than the actual skiing and a promise to stay in and warm his chair for him next time he's out "skiing".

then, midday rolls around. the chefs of the group, also known as the few people who don't burn everything they attempt to cook, take their time to make a good dinner. in the meantime, the rest of you prepare some games and competitions, including a trivia, a snow fort building competition, and a gingerbread house-decorating contest that ended in lando letting his competitiveness get the best of him. safe to say that no other gingerbread houses were still standing, other than lando's, meaning the brit won by default. his price: getting thrown in the snow in just his pyjamas.

and the evening? it's dedicated to a movie marathon, as per russell family traditions.

it has all been planned into the finest detail; the couch in the living room is decorated with blankets and pillows, nearly every bowl in the house is filled to the brim with snacks, and mattresses and pillows on the floor for those who don't fit on the couch. everyone was included of the vote of what movie you were going to see, though you had a feeling george had cheated when you were told the 'home alone' series won. especially since it's the one series he hasn't been able to stop talking about wanting to watch all trip.

you're settled on the edge of the couch, a blanket wrapped over your shoulders and your knees pulled up to your chest. you're laughing along with something kika has said from right next to you when you hear a beep from the kitchen, indicating that the last bag of popcorn was ready. you assumed lando would be getting up to fetch it, seeing as he was the one who insisted you needed one more bag, but when your eyes find him, he sits very contently and comfortably a few seats away. he looks back at you, eyebrows rising as you make eye contact.

"hey, you're the closest to the kitchen," he says, nodding his head in your direction. "go get them."

he isn't wrong, but he still makes no sense. "no way, norris."

he pouts. "please, be quick so we can start the movie already."

"you suck."

he sticks out his tongue at you but you've already walked off. when you return, a new bowl filled with popcorn in your arms, you aren't exactly surprised to see lando in the seat that used to be yours. you shoot him a glare, to which he answers, "i could barely see the tv from where i was sitting!"

"oh, but you think i'll be able to?" you scoff at the way he shrugs his shoulders, seemingly to say that it's now none of his business. and when you look at his old seat, you are even less surprised to see who's sitting right next to it.

oscar is looking up at you, confusion mixing into his features. he's been scrolling on his phone for the last few minutes and didn't notice when his teammate left him alone.

neither of you complain when you slip into lando's old spot, though. oscar immediately grabs the blanket in his lap and drapes it over you too. you shuffle closer to him as the movie turns on, the soft fabric of his pyjama pants brushing against yours. the bowl of popcorn is propped up on your lap, and when you reach into it to grab a handful, it touches something warm. you rip your eyes from the tv to see your hand brushing against oscar's. of course.

considering the other touches and kisses you've shared these last few days, it's not even a very intimate action. and yet, something about it leaves both of you giggling.

"so many clichés this trip, huh?" he says, eyes flickering between your hands and your face.

instead of answering, you grab his hand in yours. your fingers slip in between his easily, as they've done so many times these last few days, but you pull your hands underneath the blanket to keep them out of sight from everyone else.

it's a good movie, but it's easy for you to zone out when you feel oscar's hand squeeze yours. neither of you can really stay away from the other, inching closer as the movie progresses and stealing little cheek kisses when everyone is focused on the most exciting scenes. and when you start to grow a little tired, your head instinctively lands on his shoulder as you let out a little yawn. oscar desperately has to hold himself back from cooing at you, feeling so soft and prideful that you're leaning on him, and he settles for leaning his own head on you.

you both think you're being subtle, but everyone in the room understands what's going on. even charles, who has now been let in on what's happened between you and oscar after he walked in on lando telling alex about how cute the new couple in the house looked walking around the lake, can't take his eyes off the two of you. as your older brother, he feels like he should be doing something or saying something to protect you. he wonders what his role should be here – aren't brothers supposed to scare their sisters' boyfriends away?

but charles realizes that oscar isn't an enemy. in this moment, you look so peaceful, so content; like you've found the the long-lost puzzle piece to make you complete. how could he possibly interrupt that?

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december 25th, 11:28pm

charles is still fast asleep on the couch when you slip into oscar's room after the movie has ended, fingers intertwined and your laughter mixing as he pulls you along to his bed. his hands find your hips as he sits down on the edge of the bed, urging you to lower yourself onto his lap, and you happily oblige.

"look up," he says, and when you do, you're not surprised by what's hanging in the roof.

the mistletoe.

"oh," you start, looking back at him. last time you found yourself underneath the mistletoe with oscar, you had been more nervous than ever before. but this time, it isn't as scary. this time, you're able to shrug, a teasing grin forming on your lips. "i guess we should kiss, then. just for the christmas spirit, you know."

his lips are curved into a big smile. "oh, i do know." one of his hands comes up to tuck some hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek in his palm. "it's because you love christmas."

you can't hold back from giggling, and neither can he, both of you leaning in to seal your lips. your first encounter underneath the mistletoe was hesitant, but it feels like that was ages ago, in another lifetime. now, with his lips pressing against yours, it feels like it's all you've known.

he's so gentle with it, his kisses delicate and tender, and your heart flutters at the feeling. his hands land on your waist as your arms wrap around his neck, scooting in even closer. when your crotch brushes against him, he involuntarily lets out a moan into your mouth, and you stop for a moment to pull away. both your eyes and his are wide as you look at each other, and oscar doesn't know what to say. his mind is racing, not sure if you thought that was awkward or too soon or-

"that's so fucking hot," you say, and he finally exhales. you kiss him again, speaking against his lips. "wanna hear more."

he has no problems letting out more sounds when you keep up your actions, your hips rolling down on him rhythmically. his hands find the hem of your sweater and slip inside, instantly roaming your sides. his cold touch tickles, and when his fingers move along your waist, you can't help but giggle against his lips. he laughs along with you, but he only does it to match you. he's dumbfounded when you part from him and you grab his wrists to make him halt.

"you're too cold," you start, a bit breathless already. "it's-"

"are you really that ticklish?" he chuckles, fingers running up and down your sides again to test you, and his heart melts when you throw your head back, laughing. "oh come on, how am i supposed to do this if i can't touch you?"

"warm your fingers next time and we should be fine."

"next time, huh?" a combination of a smirk and a grin plays on his lips. "planning ahead?"

"well, it depends on how well you perform tonight." he sticks out his tongue at your taunting tone. "just take it off already, will you?"

oscar happily obliges, pulling the material off you before reaching for his own sweater, throwing them both onto the floor. his eyes stick to your chest, to the soft, red bed bra holding up your breasts, and he feels himself growing harder instantly, because this is so much better than he'd imagined. you can't exactly complain about what your eyes are met with, either; oscar's toned chest and his broad shoulders are basically calling out for you to come and press your lips to them. or sink your teeth in them. probably both.

he gives you a few quick kisses before his hands land on your hips and he flips you both around, laying you onto the covers. his lips meet the skin below your ear, and then travel down the side of your neck. he hears your breath hitch in your throat when he finds a spot you enjoy particularly much, making sure to memorize it for the future. and when his kisses trail even further down, they meet something hard and metallic. when he leans back, he realizes that you're wearing the necklace.

he didn't notice it until now, since he was too busy being mesmerized by your breasts earlier; but now, he can't take his eyes off it. the little heart charm rests just above your actual heart, and something about seeing it makes his heart flutter. the necklace he bought for you, the one that makes you think of him and only him. it's like you're already tagged as his.

"cute," he whispers to himself, placing a long kiss right on top of the heart. he can feel your real heart beating underneath his lips, fast but not really enough, and he can't wait to make you feel like it's pounding out of your chest.

he starts placing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, his hands finding the waistband of your sweatpants.

"you okay with me taking these off?" he asks, parting from your skin to watch you nod your head. he pulls the material down your body, smiling when your underwear comes into sight. they're not a pair of lacy lingerie or victoria's secret-lookalikes, but just a regular pair of panties in a deep green color with little candy canes. his eyes flicker between your bra and your panties. "green and red, huh?"

"well, what can i say?" you smile. "i love christmas." he giggles, and so do you, as he leaves your pants somewhere on the floor before moving further down your body. when his hands near the fuzzy socks with little cartoon santas dressing your feet, you're quick to speak. "those stay on, though."

"oh, is that so?"

"gotta make sure you're not just doing this for that foot fetish you might or might not have." a laughter erupts from his chest. "i've had too much of that recently."

"well, i don't have one, so i don't mind you keeping them on." he moves up on the bed again, fingers reaching the hem of your underwear. "but i can take these off, right?"

"things would get kinda tricky otherwise, i'd say,” you tease, but oscar merely blinks up at you with raised eyebrows.

"tricky, yes. but not impossible."

you shake your head, a grin making its way onto your lips. "next time, oscar."

and there it is again. next time. the way you say it so casually, like there's no doubt in your mind that there will be another time, that you'll do all of this again.

yet again, instant boner.

your panties are off in a second, and he doesn't waste any time before pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. his hand takes care of your other thigh, thumb brushing up and down your skin, as your lips travel closer and closer to where you want him the most.

you suck in a breath when you feel his warm breath against your core. his tongue meets your clit and your eyes flutter closed, one of your hands reaching down to entangle in his hair. as his tongue draws circles around your bud, one of his hands leaves your thigh, a finger swiping along your wet folds before pushing slowly into you. you don't know which sensation to focus on, both growing stronger and pushing you closer to your limit every passing second. when he's pumped you a couple of times, he adds another finger and then another, pushing deep into you. his fingers curling inside of you makes you pull on his hair even harder, your mind growing hazy and your breaths shorter.

"o-oscar," you let out, subconsciously buckling your hips towards him in hopes of creating more friction. "i'm so clos-"

you're cut off by the combination of a moan and a whine that leaves your lips when his tongue flicking your clit speeds up. "come for me, sweetheart," he tells you, his voice sending vibrations against your core.

your legs shake around him as you completely let go, feeling the climax wash over you just moments after his order. your free arm drapes over your face, covering your eyes in your arm as you try to catch your breath. oscar continues lapping you up, helping you ride it out, also licking his fingers clean before letting his hands caress your sides soothingly. he's unsure whether his fingers are warm enough now to not tickle you, or if you're just too busy coming down from your high to even realize you should feel ticklish, but he smiles at the thought nonetheless.

"everything alright up here?" oscar asks as he moves up to your face again, one of his hands prying the arm off your face. you slowly open your eyes, your hazy gaze meeting his loving one and you can't help but to cup his face in your hands. you pull him down to your lips, lazily lacing them together. he pulls away just enough for his lips to still brush yours when he speaks. "i'll take that as a yes."

you're quick to nod, but even quicker to connect his lips with yours again, not wanting to be apart for even a second.

your hands slide down his neck and the front of his body, loving the feeling of his strong muscles under your touch. your fingers reach down to the edge of his pajama pants, and you let out a chuckle when you notice the ever-growing tent in them. "don't laugh at me," he starts, biting down on your bottom lip as a warning. "you're so hot, how could i not get this hard?"

"oh, shut it," you say, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. "just take them off, will you?"

"as you wish."

as he shuffles off the bed and pulls off his own pants, plus his boxers along with them, you take the time to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, letting it slide down your arms and off the bed. when he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a condom, you raise your eyebrows. "oh, so you were planning this?"

he shakes his head as he climbs on top of you again. "i was hoping, not expecting. those are two very different things." he removes the wrapper and throws it onto the table, rolling the condom onto himself. "do you need anything? or-"

"just you."

oscar presses his smile to yours, kissing you like he has no rush in the world, like he just wants to savor this moment with you. "well then," he says against your lips, nudging his dick against your entrance. "i have to give the lady what she wants, don't i?"

you can't control the whine that slips into his mouth when he pushes into you. you thought you were ready for him, but he's so big and he stretches you out so perfectly. he pauses once he's slipped entirely into you, his lips finding a spot below your ear as he allows you to get used to him. your pussy is throbbing already, still sensitive from just minutes ago, and the little involuntary clenches around him make oscar grow more and more eager.

when he finally starts moving, you drape your arms around his shoulders for stability. his thrusts are slow but deep, and yet you desperately want more of him. you hook a leg over his hip, the other following soon after, and you gasp at the way he bottoms you out completely. one of his hands comes up to squeeze your breast, thumb flicking over the nipple as his pace speeds up. the sounds you make and the way your legs squeeze him close makes him feel like he could cum anytime, but he tries to hold back because he needs to see you fall apart beneath him for the second time tonight.

"oscar..." you cry out when his free hand slides down your body, a finger coming in contact with your clit again.

"just a little more, love." his thrusts have grown sloppy and his figures on your bud aren't exactly perfect, but it's good enough for your orgasm to hit.

your back arches off the bed, your chest pressing into his as you nuzzle your face into the side of his neck to hide your moans. when your walls tighten around him, he reaches his high too, his body shaking as he rides it out. your heart is about ready to jump out of your chest when he collapses onto you, both of you trying to catch your breaths. "holy fuck," oscar starts, his breath warm on your skin. "that was amazing. you feel amazing." you try to gather energy to speak, fingers getting lost in his curls. "you taste amazing, too. better than any christmas dinner."

you give him a weak slap to his shoulder. "shush."

"it's true!" he pushes himself back a bit, mouth hanging in mock offense. "this was the best present i could've ever wished for."

"the necklace is higher on my list, though."

oscar pauses for a moment. "i'm not sure if i should feel proud or offended."

you snicker. "i was hoping for the latter," you tease, but regret it the moment oscar's hands find your waist, fingers dancing along it and tickling you yet again. the squeal you let out does nothing to halt his actions, and he doesn't even budge when you try to push him away by his shoulders. "i was kidding!"

"apologize. now."

his fingers still working their way on your skin make it almost impossible for you to speak again, but you do your best to take a deep breath. "i'm- i'm sorry! oscar- stop it!"

he finally stops, and you finally get to breathe. "i'll go get a wet towel," oscar says, pulling away from you and giving you one last glance. he almost doesn't leave the bed when he looks at you, though – he finds the sight almost too good to be true. your rosy cheeks, the dreamy smile on your lips, your hair spread out on the pillows. he's scared that if he leaves you, maybe the spell will be broken and he'll realize all of this has just been a dream. because that's just how this all feels: surreal.

but it is real, and he can't wait to have you like this in his bed again.

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december 26th, 12:56pm

packing up after a good trip is always a bittersweet affair. realizing that you have the real world waiting for you, your actual lives with responsibilities and obligations, and that you can't just stay in this fairytale forever – this moment was definitely not something you looked forward to.

you and charles need to get back to monaco to celebrate christmas with your other brothers and your mother, before he needs to go away for pre-season work again. you're meticulously folding up your clothes, zipping up bags and exchanging smiles as you reminisce on memories of the week.

but, things are different this time. you know that the magic of this trip isn't going to stay here – in one way or another, you'll bring some of it with you back to your real life.

oscar.

you've already made plans to meet up after new years, and even when he's busy with work, you know that you'll at least see him during every race weekend. neither of you are ever more than a flight, or a call, away, and you just can't wait to see where this all takes you.

"so... oscar, huh?" charles's voice breaks the silence, his eyes glancing in the direction of your open door that lets in the sound of oscar's voice from the living room.

"hm? what about him?" you reply, trying to hold back the smile threatening to adorn your lips when you hear his name.

charles cocks an eyebrow at you. "you and him... kind of obvious." he gazes towards your bed. "besides, your bed is made. you didn't sleep here last night."

"well, i-" you start, but charles interrupts with a knowing chuckle.

"relax, i'm not going to be a police. just..." he shows off a sweet smile. "enjoy it."

with a nod and a shared understanding, you both continue packing, an unspoken acknowledgment hanging in the air. the group gathers to bid you farewell by the front door, and gratitude fills your heart as you exchange goodbyes with your friends. you grow especially soft when lando pulls you into a hug, a cheeky grin on his lips. "thank you," you whisper, giving his cheek a quick peck to really convey how much you appreciate everything he's done this holiday. he just squeezes you back, telling you not to worry about it.

finally, as you turn to say your farewell to oscar, the atmosphere shifts and the group watches with amused anticipation. "until next time," you say, your eyes holding a promise that transcends the physical distance.

"until next time," he repeats, smiling as you engulf him in a tight hug.

you pull away just enough for your ear to brush against his ear, your voice low. "charles knows, by the way."

"w-what?" his eyes widen for a moment, flickering between you and your brother – but then realization dawns. "well, in that case..."

before you can react, oscar pulls you closer again. he presses a goodbye-kiss on your lips, right there in front of everyone, and the group erupts into cheers.

and the loudest of them all? lando, of course. "if i'm not the best man at your wedding, i'll never forgive you guys."

[kenzielovesuyou]

never ever

pair: bully!paige x shy!reader!

Warnings: bullying, cussing, physical bullying, suicidal thoughts, attempt, kissing angst, pet names, thoughts,!

note: not grammar checked soo so mistakes! And srry if don’t like..

Summary: ever since middle when Paige called you names one day everything went downhill… except one week she took it too far…

”hii girl!” “Hey Kaylee!” “Where is everyone else?” “Idk probably stuffing their face!” We laugh. I have Amazing best friends! Kaylee,Kendall,Serena,kelana and Gabbie! We had all planned to go to UConn since 5th grade!

Every thing was great. Sweet friends, good grades, quiet girl who always sat in the back, pretty, girly, perfect middle school girl, no distractions… what could go wrong? Nothing it seemed like until, one day on a random Wednesday a little before class started Paige and her minions came. I was getting out my supplies for class until Paige came up to me and said “Oh look at little miss perfect!” She laughs “You’re nothing but a quiet brat.” She whispered. All of her minions laugh.

at me.

Ever since then she had bullied me. I never felt good, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to tell the teachers and principles multiple times, but they wouldn’t listen… they either just shrugged it off, or just ignore me it had never been physical though Which is good. I told my parents about it and they took it a little bit more seriously but never really did anything. “ Honey just ignore her.” This and “you’ll be fine.” That. I’ve also built up some anxiety about it…

“And like I was saying-“ “eww look at her she’s wearing a crop top” Paige shouts “ughhh Paige go away your like a little fly that won’t leave her alone sho sho!” “Guys let’s just go i-its no big d-deal..” I stuttered trying to escalate the situation, “Guys let’s just go i-its no big d-deal!” Paige mocks her friend laugh as well as some other people watching. As we walk away Paige goes “look at her she’s a little bitch!”

I can’t take it

no not now

I just burst out in tears of embarrassment and anxiety… as we go to the library my best friends comfort me and tell me everything is going to be all right. Although this has happened multiple times this one felt more heart wrecking. after every. single. time this happens, it only gets worse.

By high school it’s gotten really really bad.. since page was practically famous in basketball now she had a lot more fans and friends so mwhenever she made fun of me, I would get collective laughs. I started getting suicidal thoughts in the middle of sophomore year. I always felt like throwing up, and a lot of the time I did.

Senior year

At my house

In my room had 6 girls with their laptops out. All refreshing their emails “oh my goddd I’m soo excited!!” “I know right! I’m literally fucking pissing myself!” Beams Gabbie and kalena “dude I’m think I’m gonna throw up!!” Then it happened “oh my god wait..” I shout. “ ok wait let’s take turns!” Kaylee says “ Alr I’ll open mine first..” the room goes silent. As I open the email sent by UConn “We would like to congratulate you-“ the whole room, erupts into screams and congratulations, “Alr Kaylees turn!!” I shout, as she opens it. We all erupt into more screams. As Kaylee and I hug I say “we’re going to go to college together!!” “I think I’m crying!” We beam.

soon we find out every single one of us gets accepted into UConn we all scream and hug eventually start crying!

But little did I know Paige also got accepted..

First day on campus

All the single ladies✌️🤍

Y/n

soo are we meeting up orrr??..

kay slay

sure at library?

ken doll

if I find it😭

y/n

facts lmao ✌️

As the rest of the group agrees I start walking to the library. As I’m walking I see a face I do NOT want to see

Paige.

I froze.

just staring

then she spots me.

‘Omg why did I have a look like a creep especially to my bully’ I thought

not knowing what to do I just walked past her. Just a simple brush. I felt her stare lingering on me, so I walked a bit faster then soon saw my bffs, then I felt foot steps behind me. I give my friend group the flash of my wide eye look to signal who is behind me, they got the message quickly and got behind me immediately, when I get in front of the group quickly saying thank you. After we found a nice corner and relaxed right before I was about to speak I heard a boys voice “uh has anyone ever told you that your really really umm pretty?..” the boys says “um Yea something like that..!” I say flustered “is it possible that I can get your number??” “Uhh..” I look at my friends and they’re all nodding, “s-sure!” as I’m typing in my number I see Paige from the corner of my eye, looking surprised to see me with a boy “ hey whacha doin?” Paige asked “ Oh nothing, just getting this cute girl’s number.” “ Dude you have to be kidding me you call this girl cute? if anything she’s a slut.” Paige laughs before anybody can say anything we had to go to class and somehow she was in my class and we had an assigned seats. Guess who I was sitting next to Paige

Monday

I’m walking to class then I see the uconn women’s basketball team as soon as I’m about to turn away I hear someone call my name and I turn around and I see paige looking at me “ bro, why are you always have to dress pretty let me guess it’s because you probably want to impress a boy, huh?” Paige says snatching my book out of my hands. “ What no why would you assume that?” I ask. “ oh somebody’s getting feisty. come on princess we all know you’re seeing some guy. And probably knocking him up at night!” “ first off I’m not second can you give me my book back? I need that for my next class.” I ask a little frustrated. “Oh oh! Look at little fireball over here she’s getting upset because of a book, let me see what this book is even about..chemistry. Really? I thought you were more interesting than that.” She laughs and her team laughs with her (I’m really sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable in any way! The team would definitely not act like this I remembered this is just for the sake of the book!) “ dude just give me back my book” I usually never yell unless I’m very upset and in this case, I was very upset. “ What are you gonna do if I don’t huh? She’s probably gonna go cry to her mommy and friends.!” She laughs again and this time I push her to try to make her drop my book “ wow now we’re getting physical, but don’t worry we can get physical..” with that she pushes me and poured water on my head. “Oh. My. God..” I looked like a wet mess.. and Paige was over there laughing about it..

Tuesday

during lunch I was enjoying my sandwich (ham and cheese if you want to be specific) and I was getting thirsty, so I needed water. I told the table I’ll be back real quick and left. As I was feeling that my water, I felt someone behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to see who it was cause I already knew. “ you thirsty, huh?” “Y-yea I mean, that’s why I’m here, right?” “ well don’t she need food to go with that?” “Yeah I have some why?” What’s that? She pours a whole tray of food on my head (I’m honestly cringing I’m so sorry!😭) “OH MY GOD PAIGE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL” “what I thought you were still hungry?” “I MEAN NOT ANY MORE” I look up to see people giggling and laughing..

Wednesday

Today I have made it my mission to avoid Paige maybe I made some arrangements with the seats, but it isn’t gonna hurt anyone! As I was In my dorm with Kaylee and Kendall, kaylees face lights up with shock as she looks at her phone “what? What happened?” I ask out of curiosity still shocked she gives me her phone, and I see an tweet from Paige saying “did Yall hear that y/n literally got drunk last night and hooked up with 2 guys? Crazyy” my face goes white. “What? I was literally at the library studying for my exam last night?” I say about to cry. I checked my messages and already saw people and students criticizing me for “hooking up with two guys”..

Thursday

I honestly didn’t wanna show my face with all that today, so I just stayed by my best friends and was wearing a pink hoodie with a flower on the back and leggings as soon as I walked in the hallway I already felt stares on me “don’t think about them okay?” Gabbie says “I’ll try.” I say, out of no where someone goes “how where they in bed?” Almost the whole hallway burst out in laughter. I shake my head and keep my head down and keep walking. when I get to to class (early) I am met with a note on my desk “hope your time last night was good! -PB” I just stared at it for a moment, then crumbled it up and threw it in the trash. I sat down. I thought it was over until I felt a sticky substance go through my leggings… I get up quickly to see glue on my chair I quickly wipe the glue off my chair with tissues I got from the girls bathroom and I come back to see Paige, kk, and ice laughing… after class Mr. Wilson wanted to see me. “ so y/n I’m sorry to say, but this last week your grade have been dropping..” (felt too lazy to write a whole note of section for this)

Friday

Usually this was my favorite day of the week, but not today… I didn’t feel like talking all day today and I really hope I don’t run into Paige the day was usual stares, constant teasing, etc. But lunch was my final straw. I was carrying my tray over to my table until a foot, came out in front of me and tripped me spilling my food everywhere and leaving me on the floor. My nose felt runny when I felt it there was blood. Everybody started laughing except for my friends. They helped me up and took me to the nurses office. thank God I didn’t break my nose, but I couldn’t take it anymore so I just signed out for the rest of the day.

as I got back to my dorm I just broke down and had one of the best ideas I’ve had in a while but first I have to text everyone

All the single ladies✌️🤍

Y/n Luv Yall!

Mummy bear

Luv you!

I ran the bath water and when it was ready I got in there with the same clothes I had on all day and submerged myself under the water and blacked out

I woke up feeling kinda weird then I looked around to see all my bffs I groan trying to sit up “OH MY GOD Y/N YOUR AWAKE DOCTOR!” Serena screams I look around closer and see everyone is crying “y/n are you feeling ok??” “Kinda.. what happened?” Kendall jumps up “ AS SOON AS YOU TEXTED US I LOVE YOU. I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG SO I CALLED YOU A FEW TIMES YOU DIDN’T PICK UP SO I WENT TO YOUR DOOR AND OPEN THE DOOR AND DIDNT SEE YOU SO I WENT TO YOUR BEDROOM AND I DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE EITHER SO I WENT TO YOUR BATHROOM AND THEN I SAW YOU SUBMERGED UNDERWATER IS IT SCARED ME SO MUCH SO I CALLED THE AMBULANCE AND I TOLD EVERYONE WHAT HAPPENED.” “ omg.. I’m so so sorry…” “don’t worry about it now girly it’s ok now..”

The next day at school everyone stared at me for a total different reason. Turns out the school had emailed everyone and told them what happened.. so I just went straight to my locker my stuff and went straight to my classroom. Class was ok and no one bothered me! As I’m walking in the hallway kk come walking towards me “hey girl boo..” “hi?” “Um fuck I can’t believe I’m saying this- but uh Paige is really really sorry About everything and she wants to meet after lunch” “oh uhh-“ “please?” “Fine” I say walking away

After lunch

as I’m waiting for Paige I can’t help but feel nervous.. I don’t think I just- “hey” “oh um hi” “look so I wanted to talk to you about you know um shit- about how sorry I am and I want you to know that I never ever intended to go this far I was just really jealous of your grades and honesty I really like you.. four years I didn’t know how to approach so I just took it by making you feel the worst all the time and I’m sorry I know you’ll probably never forgive me but-“ “no it’s fine I forgive you” “wait really?” “Yea and plus I kinda like you too..” “c’mere baby!” She kisses me softly and sweet my hand finds here neck and her hand finds my waist “your so cute” she mumbles in my mouth “I love you” I love you too my love”

note:AHHHH FIRST BOOK DOWN!!

[classypauli]

She’s the Man

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem Reader Summary: With the new university Y/N meets new opportunities, plays on the football team, meets new people, makes new friendships, and maybe finds something she didn’t think would find.... But being dressed as her brother can create little problems in the future. She’s the Man AU A/N: So this fic will be based on the movie She´s the Man, it won´t follow every step of the story, I had it in mind some time now and have been thinking about if it is a good idea or not but well, here goes nothing… Not forcing anyone to read this, idk just wanted to try something new. Warning: first time writing, bad grammar and punctuation in complex sentences, spelling errors, boring and awkward Word count: 5k I DON’T OWN THE MOVIE THIS STORY IS BASED ON OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THAT ARE IN THERE. IT’S ONLY FICTION AND NONE OF THIS IS REAL.

Chapter 1

Y/N is sitting in her brother´s room, eyes wide open  „You can´t be serious! How am I supposed to do that?!“ she shouted at him. „I´ll be thankful to you till the end of my life.“ well, that won´t be for long if she decides to kill him right now. „Charlie-“

„Please Y/N you are my only hope, you know I´ve been wanting to go to this festival for so long, you know what it means to me, please.“ he puts his hands in a praying position, and now his puppy eyes are the only thing his sister can see. „Ew get away from me.“ she pushed him into the chest as he stumbled back.

Charlie, Y/N´s twin brother, wants her to impersonate him. Yeah, you heard it right, he wants his sister to go to his school and act like him this whole time that he will be on tour. He is in the band, their parents aren´t really happy about it, they say that music won´t get him anywhere and he should concentrate on the more important stuff. Y/N´s sad because she was always like if something makes you happy, that´s all that matters, right? But he isn´t giving up, he still hopes that he can convince them about being serious with music.

And don´t get her wrong, she´d do anything and everything for him, he is her brother, her twin, but this... She´s not so sure, it´s just too much, what if they find out? What if she isn´t good enough and mess up? What would their parents say? Oh God too much pressure on her shoulders and she didn´t even say yes.

But his sad and disappointed eyes are her last straw. „Gosh.... m'kay.“ Y/N whispered under her breath almost unnoticed. Charlie´s eyes lit up like Christmas lights and started running to his sister yelling „Thank you thank you thank you! I promise I´ll do anything for you!“ He almost suffocated her when they hugged. „Careful with your words and now get off I can´t breathe!“ he immediately pushed himself off and started his little winning dance.

She rolled her eyes at him „So how we are going to do that? I mean, I need to look exactly like you, act like you, talk like you, and EVEN SMELL like you? Well now I´m not so sure if I can do this I mean-“ she looked at him and scrunched up her nose. „Oh, you didn´t you f-“ he hit Y/N with the pillow in the head. She started laughing at her brother's offended face. „Just kidding stop being a baby.“

He stood up and started thinking „Well we look alike, like a lot, so there won´t be much work in the face-“ „What?!“ „-but you need to learn how to walk like me and dress like me. Stand up we are having our first lesson.“

They were practicing her walk, or more like his walk, and she got it pretty right. Clothes won´t be a big problem cause they wear uniforms and wearing baggy clothes is one of the most comfortable things for her. She doesn´t know how she will do it but for her brother, she needs to at least try.

A couple of days passed and now Y/N is sitting in the passenger seat, Charlie is behind the wheel. Sun is shining through the windows of their parent's car. She is wearing her school uniform and her leg is bouncing up and down in black uncomfortable shoes.

„Stop Y/N it will be okay-„ she turned to him „Well it´s easy for you to say! You aren´t the one dressed as me!“. Okay maybe she´s a little dramatic but she´s shitting her uniform pants right now, oh God please let this be over already.

Y/N didn´t even notice and they were already in front of the school. Students were walking back and forth, laughing and greeting each other after the holidays. The girl wasn´t a social kid growing up. I mean she doesn´t have a problem with talking to others, the problem is in the start of conversations. She can try as hard as she can but she never knows how to begin. Her mind suddenly stops working and becomes quiet. She´s not shy, at least she doesn´t think she is. For the longest time of her life, she thought that she was an introvert but as she was getting older she realized maybe she´s just a quiet extrovert. Y/N likes to listen to people more than talk to them. She likes to be by herself but also enjoys the company of the right people.

„Okay we are here, “ Charlie said „Just try to enjoy it, it will be fun“. Yeah, his twin is boiling with excitement.

They got out of the car, her brother went to get her bags from the back and she just stood there. Just like a kid for the first time going to school, doesn´t know what's waiting for them. She just realized that this is real and that what is she going to do is a crazy idea.

„Ch-Charlie I think I changed my mind I can´t do this-“

„Y/N STOP-“

Walking to her dorm room is the next thing, bags in hands trying to find her room. Finally, she sees the right numbers and she can´t wait to put these heavy bags in there. She unlocked the door and walked straight to the room.

„Oh hi!“ Y/N heard from the other side, looked up and her eyes met with the unknown boy.

„I´m Percy.“ he walked up to her and offered his hand „I´m guessing you are my roommate?“ He was a little taller than her and had long brown hair.

„Yeah, nice to meet you my name´s Y-Ch-Charlie, my name´s Charlie.“ she said as she shook his hand. Damn! She needs to concentrate more.

„Well Charlie pleasure to meet you“ he smiled „I´d like to sit and talk with you but I have to go now, you can put your clothes right there, and on the left side of the door is the bathroom, thankfully every room has one so not all students have to share the same one.“  Well, at least it would be easier for her to shower. Y/N thanked him as he walked away. With a sigh, she fell right into her new bed. She started unpacking and soon walked out of the dorm. She doesn´t know where is she going but she will find out. Silently cursed at her new roommate for rushing away even though he knew she was new. Y/N was in her world passing around the corner of the hallway until someone smashed into her.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry!”

The girl moved her gaze to the voice and there was a guy, he was taller than her and looked like he was in a rush, he was holding some clothes which were probably PE uniform.

“I didn’t mean to do it I swear I didn’t see y-“

“Hey it’s okay nothing happened but damn you are in quite a rush”. she laughed and he started to rub his neck.

“Yeah, I’m heading into football practice and I’m late again, oh God my coach is going to kill me, last time he said if this happens one more time he will kick me out of the team.” he kept rumbling but the only word Y/N could catch in his sentence was “football”.

“But hey at least you are okay, I’m glad nothing serious happened-“ she cut him off.

“Wait you play football?”

“Uhm yeah, doesn’t it look like it?”. He asked in a small voice as if he was sad about it. What? He definitely looks like someone who does some sport, he is big and tall with his big arms wide shoulders, and athletic legs.

“No I didn’t mean it like that-” he kept watching her with curious eyes “-I just used to play football too and yeah, I don’t even know why I react-“ his face lit up.

“You can go with me! We have enough space in our team!”

“Thank you but am not sure if-“

“No! Please! I’m not going to force you but you can at least come and look, please-“ he was giving her puppy eyes now “-if you come with me then the coach would forgive me maybe if I said I was bringing you-“

“So that’s what it is about!”

“No! Well- maybe- but it would be cool to have someone new on our team! And we are missing a midfielder because of his injury, so you could fill up his place”. Well maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea, she can at least try. Y/N looked up at him and nodded.

“YES! Come with me- wait my name’s Mason”

“Charlie” she introduced herself with her brother's name.

They shook hands and started to walk into a field.

„You are new here, right? I don´t think I saw you before.“-

Y/N was now standing inside the cafeteria, she was looking around for a spot when suddenly she saw Percy, he was sitting in one of the middle tables with some of his friends. Before she could do anything he looked up and saw her.

„Charlie!“ he waved his hand for her to come over to the table, his friends already looking at her. Well, there´s no way to go back now.

„Hey, I wanted you to introduce me to my friends.“ he said smiling „This is Hunter and Georgie.“ Y/N shook their hands and took a seat.

„Nice to meet you, Charlie, “ Hunter said, „so how´s the first day goin´?“

„Well I´m just warming myself in here but so far I don´t have any negative words.“

Georgie took a sip of something he had in his cup and looked at her „That´s good, if you have a problem with something just ask.“

Hunter laughed at Georgie „Yeah but I don´t recommend asking Georgie for help with a class, he is the one who should seek help with that.“

„I´m not!“ he said offended. Y/N could only laugh at their bickering. „Don´t mind them-“ Percy wanted to continue with his sentence but his eyes caught something more interesting. She followed his gaze until she was met with three girls who walked into the cafeteria. They sat opposite their table and were discussing something that Y/N´s ears couldn´t hear because of the loud noise of other students in the room. She knew that Percy knew them or at least one of them, she would be an idiot to not catch that stare he was giving them but she was fighting with inner thoughts if she should ask or not. Before she could even decide Hunter saw that and turned around to look.

„Oh, “ he said, and soon Georgie followed Hunter's action and started laughing. „you may wonder why is Percy stuck. “ he said to Y/N. „Well Charlie, the one girl in the middle is Jenna, and Percy here has been trying to get with her forever but with no answer “. Oh, so he was looking at her. Yeah no wonder, she caught Y/N´s attention pretty quickly. She was really attractive even from this far. „He tried everything.“ Georgie continued „from writing her letter and getting it into her locker, drawing her portrait and leaving it on the seat she used to sit at to ask her in person but nothing!“ he laughed and Percy punched him into his shoulder. „This is not funny! I don´t know what to do anymore!“.

„Have you thought about that maybe she didn´t see you in that way?“ Hunter asked as he turned back to him.

„Of course you idiot but at least she could give me a chance“ 

„Well, I don´t know I mean... it´s a little strange I can´t even remember if I have ever seen her with someone. There are lots of guys who wanted to get with her but she turned them down, maybe she doesn´t want a relationship now-“ Hunter still kept looking at him with a serious face „-Or maybe she just thinks you are a creep.“ Georgie said and started laughing again. Percy groaned and put his head in his hands. Y/N could only smile at this boy, he was hilarious.

They were sitting there and talking mostly about classes and professors in school. She learned that Percy is in an art club and loves to paint. That would answer the question of why he has so many paintings on the walls of his side of the room, Y/N must admit he is talented and has a unique style. Hunter and Georgie, the two boys she just met, were friendly, they always tried to keep her in a conversation and asked her questions about her last school, hobbies, and family. The girl may don´t know them for too long but she can already say that she feels comfortable with them.

Y/N was speed walking out of her last class, she had a long day and couldn´t wait for it to end. Tomorrow she´s going to have her first training and she wanted to get herself some sleep. She was thinking about things to do when suddenly her body crushed into someone. Yeah, again.  She heard a small ugh and the sound of books falling on the floor. Well only her luck. She picked herself up and looked at who was the other person. She didn’t know if her eyes were making some magic on her or not. She realized what happened and started picking up her books from the ground.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to!“

“No no, it was my fault.” Y/N looked at her and was met with big doe eyes. Her brain couldn’t process what was happening. In front of her was Jenna, the girl from the cafeteria, she was wearing a school uniform and stood shorter than Y/N, her dark brown eyes, which she couldn´t see a couple of minutes ago clearly, matched her long hair.

Suddenly the door from a principal’s office opened and he walked out. „What is-?“ he started but as he looked at the scene in front of him he smirked. „Getting to know the opposite sex, are we? Male-female dynamics. All that sexual tension. It's all part of the high school experience. So continue. Please. But keep it clean, though. OK. Abstinence is key. Abstinence is... the best way to not is to not... yes.“ he slowly took back steps and closed his door.

„Well“ Y/N sighed and looked and the other girl „That was awkward... is he always like this? Friendly?“ she asked her. Jenna softly laughed „Are you kidding? That´s him being rude“.

„Okey... ehm... I´ll continue with my way.“ She didn´t know why she was acting like this. „Here are your books.“ She handed her them and shot her apology for eyes „Sorry again I didn´t mean to.“

Jenna only looked up at her with wide eyes „It´s okay, nothing happened “ she smiled „Hope to see you again“.  Y/N quickly walked away leaving the other girl behind her. Damn, she needs to put herself together.

The next day Y/N felt a lot more relaxed, she spent almost all afternoon with Mason and she decided that he just become her favourite person. He was so kind. Keeping an eye on her and always asking if she needed anything. He was outgoing and even though her new friend was the polar opposite of her social life, Y/N couldn´t help but feel comfortable with Mason.

The whistle was heard from the football field and Y/N was trying to find her way of getting the ball into the net. God, she missed it so much. Her legs were running like there was no tomorrow, others got in her way to stop her but they never succeded, Y/N was too good. She knew that. In the past, when she used to play, she was one of the best, if not the best, in her team. She truly enjoyed it and now that she finally had the football ball on her foot there was no way to stop her. Y/N shot the ball into a net and it flew straight to the right top corner of the goal.

„What? Charlie! How are you this good man?“ Mason ran to her and grabbed her shoulders smiling. „And here you wanted to decline my offer!“

„Well I got a little lost.“ They started walking slowly to get their water as they got a quick pause from the coach.

Some people were sitting on the tribune but she didn´t mind. This wasn´t only a football field, there were a lot of sports grounds and right now there were a lot of athletes too. She scanned the chairs when suddenly she caught the girl. The same girl she saw for the first time in the cafeteria and the second time ran into. She had books on her knees and a bag beside her, her hair was waiving in soft wind. But there is no way that she came to look at the football training, right? She was waiting for someone, maybe her friend. But as she kept looking, their eyes met and Y/N quickly looked the other way. This was embarrassing. Luckily she was saved by the whistle and that made her jog her way to the coach.

At the end of her training coach called the girl on the side „Good job today Y/L/N, I would be glad if you come next practice.“ he said as he waited for her answer.

„Yes, you will see me, thank you for having me.“ He only nodded his head and walked away. Mason came to her side and was smiling widely „You impressed him today, I wouldn´t be surprised if he let you play in our next game.“ his eyebrows went up and down.

She was glad that she let herself be talked into this, Y/N hadn´t felt this alive since she could remember. It was for sure a good idea and couldn´t wait for the next practice. As she was walking back she shot one last glance at the tribune only to find the spot Jenna sat in empty.

Y/N was leaning on a table, they were waiting for their professor to start a class. She´s standing beside Percy, Hunter, and Georgie. They are talking about plans for the weekend. Y/N doesn´t really listen she just looks like she is listening.

She was thinking about her brother and how she would call him when her class was over. He already texted her, asking how it was going and if she had any troubles. She misses him, but she won´t tell him that of course, and how could she not, he is her twin, her other half.

The teacher walked to their group with a bucket in her hand. „Everyone, please take a slip and read off the name of your lab partner.“ Percy was the first one who grab the folded paper, he got Emma Myers. Emma was one of the group of girls they saw in the cafeteria. „Oh you are lucky, she´s cool.“ Georgie says and Hunter nods at his words.

Y/N unfolded her paper “Jenna Ortega” she says out loud and Jenna immediately looks at her with a smile. “You know each other?” Percy hissed at her. “No, not really” quickly turned away with a slight hint of red cheeks. “Switch up with me please” he went to grab the paper with the girl´s name on it. “I can’t! She already heard me, what would she think?” the girl grabbed her things and went to her new lab partner.

“Hi.. so you are my lab partner?” “Yeah,” she said smiling.

„I don´t think we introduced each other the other day.“ she was hitting on the day they both ran to each other. „No we didn´t, I´m Jenna.“ she grinned. „I´m Charlie.“ She almost forgot about her brother. Y/N felt Percy´s gaze but didn´t mind him. It´s not her fault that she got lucky to get her as a lab partner, right? It happened because of something she can´t control.

“You know ehm... the whole dissecting thing kind of freaks me out. So, think you may have to take the reins on this one.” she said slowly.

Jenna leaned into the table with her eyes still on the other girl.“Wow, no guy would ever admire that” Oh f- Y/N quickly realized her mistake. What is she even saying? “Shit, you are right” Her hands started to sweat but before the inner thoughts and anxiety could grow even more the brown-haired girl grabbed her hands. “No! It’s okay you don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s cute”

Y/N moved her eyes from their hands and looked at her. God her doe eyes, they were beautiful, so innocent and pure. She lowered her gaze at her smiling lips and then her dimples, at that action Jenna smiled even wider. “So today we are going to-“ she quickly pushed her own hands away and looked at the professor acting like she wasn’t just drooling over her classmate. This will be long.

“So how it went?” Percy asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The talk with Jenna, how it went? What were you talking about?” Y/N turned to him placing books on her table. They were in their dorm right now since their classes were over. “Nothing, just school work” Well she wasn’t lying. They were just talking. He was silent for a minute, looking out of the window.  “What are you thinking about?” the girl questioned him but his eyes were telling that his thoughts were elsewhere.

“Charlie I need you to do something for me” Well this doesn’t start well. “ Can you convince her to go out with me?” “Who?” He turned to her. 

“Jenna of course! It’s just I’ve been into her-“ yeah she had noticed “-for so long and this is like a perfect opportunity for me that she will finally say yes to me.” he sat on her bed and looked up at her. In this position, it seemed like he was giving her an ultimatum like there was no other answer than the one he wanted. And like dude, there may be a reason if she didn’t say yes to you yet. He keeps looking at her waiting for the girl's answer and to be honest, for some reason, she doesn’t really like the idea of him with Jenna together but on the other hand, she can’t just say no to him. Why is she always the one who needs to please someone's needs?

“Well, I’ll see what I can do”. Y/N nodded her head and Percy instantly got up.

“Thank you Char you are a lifesaver!” he smiled wide at her and went to his bed as she just stood there looking at the ground.

At night Y/N couldn´t sleep, she was thinking about what Percy said and she didn´t feel good about it. Because of something, it felt a little disrespectful towards Jenna, almost unfair. But she already agreed. She will just say something nice about him and see where it will go, she can´t influence Jenna´s decision after that and Percy can´t be mad at her if this doesn´t work.

She picked herself up and went to the bathroom, silently thanking God above that this wasn´t a public bathroom, and could shower without being scared that someone could see her. She doesn´t even know what she would say if someone finds out the twin´s secret. But she doesn´t want to think about that option.

A couple of days passed. The classes were good but the football practices were her favourite. Coach wants her to play in the upcoming game and she just can´t wait. Mason is her right hand and he is always supporting her, now when she doesn´t have her brother near, the boy is playing the role of her twin. Today she and Jenna have class again. They are talking a lot more. Y/N liked her, she was sweet and always smiling, she also found out that Jenna likes to listen to music and loves acting. She even recommended some of her favorite movies which Y/N didn´t see yet. They spend a lot of time together, besides being together in class, they also sometimes hang out in the cafeteria and walk together to classes, and sometimes she even sees Jenna watching her practice. Y/N doesn´t know how she found out about her being in the team but she isn´t even sure if the brown-eyed girl is sitting there every practice for her.

„What?“ Jenna was shocked „How come you have never seen that?“ they were talking about films, the movie Scream to be exact. They were sitting under the tree on some bench. Students were walking around chatting, birds were singing in the trees and the sun was shining through the holes of the leaves. Y/N was walking out of class when suddenly she saw the other girl. Jenna asked her if she wanted to grab coffee since they had some free time. So now they were sitting next to each other, talking about everything.

„I have heard about it but didn´t see that, don´t know why.“ Y/N shrugs her shoulders. Jenna only shook her head at the girl.

„That´s a mistake, it´s so cool, the actors, plot, cinematography, blood-“ she started to mumble about the movie when suddenly an amazing idea crossed her mind „we can watch it together sometime!“ she let out and looked at Y/N for an answer. She only kept her gaze on her if she heard it right. She wanted to say yes but there was something in her telling her that it would be unfair for Percy.

„Yeah sure, that would be awesome“ Y/N said smiling. Jenna shot her smile back.

„Okay, so this friday?“ she asked the other girl. Y/N looked at Jenna, she didn´t know this girl would be so fast, she thought they were just talking about the possibility, not that they were already making plans.

„Yes, I should be free.“

„Great, can you give me your phone?“ Y/N gave her phone to Jenna „Here, you better text me football player.“ she said smiling as she stood up from the bench and started to walk away. Y/N laughed softly.

„Of course.“ she whispered under her breath and kept staring at her back until she couldn´t see her anymore. She picked up her phone and looked at the new contact. Jenna xx.

It was already the end of the week Y/N was getting ready to hang out with Jenna, and she texted her about the details. They are going to watch the film in the other girl´s room since her roommate is going to a party. She walked out of the bathroom and saw Percy, she didn´t tell him about her going out. It´s not like she has to say it to him, right?

„Hey you planning to go somewhere?“ he asked.

„Uhm... yeah, some boys from the football team asked me about hanging out with them.“ she said. Y/N hated lying but what would he say if she told him she was hanging out with the girl he had a crush on? It´s not her fault that Jenna invited her, or is it?

„Oh okay, we are going to the party some students are throwing, wanted to ask you if you want to come but it´s good.“ he only smiled at her. She thanked him and he soon left the room. It was already time to go so she picked up some snacks she bought and left the dorm.

“So? Your rating?” Jenna turned to face the other girl. They just finished watching Scream and all Y/N can say, it got her. They were sitting on the small couch, snacks around them, she faced Jenna and only the light from the TV made her see her. The girl´s hair was loose on both sides of her face, she was not wearing any makeup and her bare face only made the girl’s heart skip a beat. It was refreshing seeing her like this and also Y/N felt proud because this meant that Jenna felt comfortable around her.

“It was pretty good, not bad not good.” Y/N acted unbothered.

“Oh yeah? That’s why you didn’t blink the whole movie?” she smirked at Y/N, she squinted her eyes at her “Be honest.”

“Okay! I enjoyed it so much and actually liked the plot, that’s what you wanted to hear?”

Jenna tilted her head “That’s what I thought. What can I say… I have a good taste.”

They kept silence between them, it wasn’t embarrassing or tense silence. It was comforting. They were looking at each other.

“Tell me about your family.” the brown-eyed girl said softly, holding gaze with the other girl.

“Well, I live with my parents and my twin sister” Jenna raised her eyebrows.

“You have a twin?” Y/N nodded at her question.

“What is she like?”

“Well…“ she didn’t know what to say, it felt weird talking about herself as if she was talking about someone else “She is cool, likes to keep things to herself most of the time, likes reading and writing poems…”

“She sounds interesting, you could introduce us to each other sometime.” she smirked at her.

“Yeah, I think she would like you”

“You think?” Jenna straightened her back “I’m amazing! Of course, she will!”

Y/N throws her head back with a laugh.

“How can you be so sure that you will meet her?”

“Oh believe me” Jenna smiled at Y/N “I know.”

Y/N felt the vibe of the room change. When she was with Jenna she almost forgot about everything and everybody, her brother, her parents, school, her and Percy´s deal, her impersonating her twin…

But only almost.

next chapter

[hughes86-43]

prompt - “If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle”

note- idk what this is, I kinda just started writing it out.

warnings - none? some grammar mistakes.

For several years now, it has been known that you and Jack did not get along. Honestly, you’re not really sure when it all started that you two just did not like each other. You just know that both of you haven’t let up with the comebacks you both throw toward each other, and people and friends know how aggressive you both get towards each other, nothing bad but it can get heated. Despite how good of a friend you are to Luke, you just cannot get past arguing with Jack, and he wastes no time doing the same to you.

Summer was right around the corner, and to celebrate the end of the hockey season and to bring everyone together, it was decided that a vacation was the best option for everybody. You were excited as you haven’t seen everyone in forever, but that would mean that you would have to see Jack, and he was the last person you wanted to be around.

Everyone decided that the perfect vacation spot was to a beach house in Tampa, Florida. Quinn, Trevor, Luke, Jack, Cole, Alex, and some other girls and guys that are friends of them arrived earlier than you. Once you made it, Luke picked you up from the airport. After hugging you he wasted no time to tell you to be on your best behavior around Jack. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, Luke says, “Now I know how you and Jack can get around each other, and me and the others are just begging that you keep the arguing on the down low.”

Smirking at him, you say, “And did you tell this to Jack as well? It’s as much him, as it is me, ya know?”

Luke throws his head back laughing, because he expected you to say something like that. “Yes, we all told Jack the same thing. Now let’s go, everybody has been waiting on you!”

Finally arriving to the beach house, Luke grabbed your bags and helped you inside. As soon as you were inside, everyone came and welcomed you as they were so excited to finally see you. However, that happiness died a bit for you when you saw Jack.

After hugging Cole last, you see Jack out of the corner of your eye leaning against the wall. He speaks up when he notices you looking at him, “Glad to see someone finally made it, ya know this whole thing started hours ago?”

As soon as he started speaking, you wanted to pull his hair out, one by one. However, Luke told you to behave so you would do just that. Repeating in your head, be nice be nice be nice.

Breathing out, you say with the biggest smile, “Glad to see you too, you ass.” Technically, you were still being nice, you smiled and greeted him. Everyone just stood there glancing between the both of you, waiting to see if this exchange would turn into a full on battle.

“Nice to see you haven’t changed, now have you heard the news?” Jack says with a smirk.

Giving him a glare, you ask, “What news? Oh my gosh, are you leaving?!”

“No,” Jack replies with a glare, “Since Lukey here didn’t tell you, I guess I will, we are going to have to share a room.”

As soon as he said it, you start busting out laughing, “You’re joking, aren’t you? You and me share a room? That’s crazy!” You look around to everyone but nobody is laughing along, mostly just taking in this whole scene.

Slowly Luke and Quinn move forward, wincing Luke says, “It’s not a joke, you two are going to have to share a room. I should’ve said that, but we’re down on rooms compared to people, and Jack drew your name in the “roommate” draw for this weekend.”

Quinn reaches out to put a hand on your shoulder, “Sorry, my advice is just to not kill him, but I know he can be a bit too much sometimes.”

“Hey!” You hear Jack yell out.

Speaking up, “Okay, it’s okay! It will be fine! I won’t kill him, as long as he doesn’t do anything that would require me to do so.”

Jack walks forward toward you, “Well don’t make it difficult, and I won’t do anything!”

“Me make it difficult? Have you met you? You make everything difficult!” You point a finger into his chest.

Quinn quickly goes between the two of you before this argument gets blown out of proportion. “Okay! That’s enough, you two can argue all night long! For right now, it’s late and tomorrow is a big day of adventures, now go to bed!”

Feeling like you were scolded by your dad, you follow through with what he said. “Okay, you’re right. Let’s head to bed,” you grab your suitcase, turning back to Jack, “Cmon roomie! Let’s go check out our room!”

Jack grumbles, but leads the way to your shared room.

Faintly behind you down the hall, Quinn says to the others, “You think they know there is only one bed in there?” The others just laugh. Five seconds later, they soon figured out the answer, and then start making there way to their rooms so they can’t deal with the aftermath.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” You yell.

“One bed! You’re joking!” Jack yells.

“You!,” you turn towards Jack, “you did this, didn’t you! You knew there was only one bed, so I could get the floor!”

Jack spins around, “Me? I had no idea there would only be one bed! I just drew the stick!”

Sighing, you bring your hand to your throbbing head. You walk towards the bed and sit down, trying to think this through. “Okay, I’ll be the bigger person, I’ll sleep on the floor and you can take the bed.”

Jack immediately shakes his head, “No, you can get the bed, and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Jack, you were here first, you can get the bed. It’s just a couple nights, I can sleep on the floor.” To prove your point, you grab your pillow and blanket and make a spot on the floor. Once the spot is laid out, you lay down and act all bundled up, despite the fact it’s the floor and it’s hard as a rock.

You close your eyes, but you immediately hear Jack laughing. Opening one eye, you glare at him. “What? I’m trying to sleep?”

“Y/N, take the damn bed, we both know the floor isn’t comfortable.” He extends his hand towards you to help you up. You think for a few moments on the idea, and then take his hand.

Once you’re up, you put your pillow and blanket back on the bed. You can feel Jack staring at you behind you. You know you’ll regret the words that are going to come out of your mouth but you say them anyway. “You know, we would just both sleep in the bed?”

“And share the same bed as you?” Jack says, but he immediately regrets it. “Wait, I didn’t mean it so badly.”

“Wow, if you’re going to be all rude again, just go sleep in the bathtub,” you sigh.

Thinking about it, the bed is not really that big so it would mean you both would be super close to each other. However, you didn’t want to sleep on the floor and he didn’t want to sleep on the floor, so it made since to share the bed.

“Ugh, fine, we can share the bed,” Jack says, immediately bringing his pillow to the other side of the bed. “Just don’t steal my covers!”

“Mhmm,” you agree.

Going back over to your suitcase, you pull out some pajamas. “I’m going to change real quick, I’ll be back.” You thought you would be sleeping in a room by yourself, so you brought your tiny shorts and tiny tank top to wear, and now you’re regretting that decision. Making your way to the hall bathroom, you notice someone is already in there, sighing you turn back around to go back to the bedroom.

“Welp, someone is in there, so I’m just going to change in here, you don’t have to leave, but do you care to just turn around?” You ask Jack, as he is laying down scrolling through his phone.

He nods and flips over onto his side that isn’t facing you. You hurry and change into your pajamas. Clearing your throat, you say, “Okay, you can look now.”

Jack flips back around, and immediately notices your tiny pajamas and takes in the sight. He notices how much bare skin is showing between the bottom and top of the tank top and shorts. Swallowing, he says, “Cute pajamas.”

Turning around from grabbing your charger, you look at him. “Thanks, I guess,” you reply, “Um, I thought I would be in a room by myself, so I didn’t think these pajamas would matter that much but I’m not by myself.” You shiver under the intense glare that he is giving you.

“Nah, they’re cute. Now, I’m tired, let’s head to bed,” he says from his spot still laying on the bed.

You grudgingly make your way to the bed and plug your phone up before getting under the covers. You slowly realize this bed isn’t big enough for the two of you. You’re practically smushed into his side, and he has a leg already over yours. Not knowing where to put your arm, you just decide to awkwardly put it above your head.

You’re still moving around ten minutes after Jack turned off the lights. Sighing, he flips over to look at you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to get comfortable, what are you doing?” You say back to him.

“I’m trying to sleep is what I’m doing, but I can’t when someone keeps moving!”

“Well, I can’t help it when this bed was only made for one person!” You throw your hands up, frustrated once again by this situation.

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle, ya know?” You hear him say next to you.

Slowly moving your head, you glare at him again. “Cuddle, with you? I’d rather just sleep uncomfortable.”

He just gives you a smirk back before saying, “You know what, we’re going to cuddle. Because I know if you don’t get good enough sleep, you’re going to be in an even more grouchy mood tomorrow! So come here!”

You just stay right in your spot, not moving. That is until you feel arms move around you. “What are you doing!”

“We’re going to have to cuddle to fit, I just said that so that is what I’m doing!” He moves you closer to him so that your head is on his chest and his arm is wrapped around your shoulder. He has one leg over yours.

Not wanting to admit it, but he is right that this was the better option. You slowly relax into his embrace.

He must’ve noticed, because you can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, “See, I told you it was the better option.”

“Yeah, yeah, go to sleep,” you say with a small laugh.

The next morning, you wake up still in his embrace. He has the softest look on his face while his hand is covering your arm and leg stilled wrapped around you. For some reason, you realize that there is not any where else you would rather be, and you’re finding comfort from the one guy that has been anything but to you. So you just continue laying there in his arms until the alarm goes off with the biggest smile on your face.

[nixiarunriver]

Infinity and Power pt 1

Hello! This is a fic I posted in AO3 ((Full Fic here)). This is a rewrite of what I initially published on 2022. I fixed grammars and its structure (my writing style has changed slightly, I think). I also included more Satoru’s inner thoughts and things! Although I tried my best to edit my grammar, I might’ve missed some. Please be kind English is not my first language. Likes, replies, and reblogs are and will be appreciated.

Relationship: Gojo Satoru x Female Reader, Vampire!Gojo Satoru x Fae!Reader

Alternate Universe: No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Nonhuman beings (Vampire, Fae, etc.), Found Mates, Fated Mates, Found Family

Part 1: Night

Part Summary: A forbidden night with a vampire you just met

TW/CW: 18+, Unprotected Sex, Consent, Consensual Sex, Blood Kink (vampire bites, blood consumption), Power Consumption Kink (idk what it’s called), Breeding Kink, Aphrodisiacs (vampire venom), Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Free Use Kink, Alcohol Consumption, (Fictional) Recreational Drug Use, slight suicidal thoughts / implied previous self-harm

Word Count: 12,683 words

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You ran away again. You couldn’t help it. You got bored from all the tasks given to you by the elders. You were simply done and wanted to do something else. And you did. You were currently out. It wasn’t like they could do anything about it. Whenever you decided to run, there was an unwritten rule not to pursue you. They knew better than to do otherwise, especially given your lineage. No, that wasn’t right. Given what you were.

Although, there were a few who were persistent, still trying to send you messengers to get their demands across, but that issue was easily remedied by your most trusted guard. He was a capable Fae, the only one who was loyal to you rather than the elders. One word from you, he would do it with no hesitation. You had once tasked him to eliminate a whole Fae family, and he did. He was perfect to hold them off.

Despite running away to pursue something fun and exciting to do, you ended up in a group of your fellow Fae. Their company was not good, but there was nothing you could do about it. Being with Fae, they wouldn’t make a big deal out of your escapade. Besides, these ones were the only few you were acquainted with and were going elsewhere. You wished they were more fun.

Sighing, you drank your fifth cocktail despite doubling the dose of alcohol in it. It was like you were simply drinking flavored water. It was boring. You leaned back, crossing your legs, your ears listening at the mumbled mess of pointless conversations, your eyes straying from the accumulating mess of varied glassware and stemware to the ashtrays with half-smoked blunts, to the finger foods no one was touching, to the whole floor.  

The crowd was a mix of creatures of light and dark. People wearing flashy attires or none at all were everywhere, but there was no one that caught your attention.

Except for one man.

You stared and stared and stared. You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t look away no matter how hard you try, no matter the blunt that was handed to you, no matter the scent of smoke and herbs filling your senses when you took a hit.

A vampire.

It was obvious, because they were the only beings who wouldn’t wear their human form in this neutral realm. They wouldn’t retract their fangs, not even a single pair, laughing and grinning so widely just to showcase them. They all had two elongated fangs on either side of their upper incisors and a pair on beside the lower. All out for show.

The man looked different. Not just physically with his skin that was both paler than most light-colored vampires and a unique pinkish tone. You could see the slight flush on his cheeks despite the strobing lights that created harsh shadows. His skin didn’t look sickly which should be normal for vampires when they have purple-black blood coursing through their veins that makes their skin grayer.

No, his skin looked alive. He looked alive. Like he was screaming that he could have red blood. It was different. You’ve intensively studied about different beings but apparently, it wasn’t enough. This man was too peculiar. An existence you have yet to encounter.

Your curiosity piqued. Your eyes racked the rest of his appearance. Like his kind, his ears were pointed in two peaks for each ear. He got them pierced with simple studs. His silvery white hair was so apparent, almost retaining its color despite the lights. A shadow of tattoos peeked from his collar.

He wore an extremely tinted round glasses that prevented a clear view of his eyes. You could’ve seen it with your Fae vision. Perhaps it was red like the others. Him hiding them was odd though. His kind usually boasted about their blood-red eyes so much so that they rarely showed the secondary color of their human form.

He was handsome. Incredibly so. You couldn’t deny that. No one could. Any person who would say otherwise must get their vision checked or must have poor and twisted tastes. It was the way he tipped his head in a careless laugh that mesmerized you. Truthfully, if he weren’t a vampire, and if you were alone, you would have approached him. But alas, he was and you weren’t. Such poor circumstances.  

After minutes that felt like hours, you let your gaze fall back on your table. The filled glasses were emptied. Blunts were carelessly thrown in ashtrays. Your fellow Fae were still engaged in the same pointless chatter. Their disinterest was clear. They had no plans to dance and mingle or get thoroughly trashed.

Because if they wanted to get trashed, they would need stronger drugs and stronger alcohol. It was pointless to drink cocktails with low alcohol contents and herbal blunts. All of which couldn’t affect your kind in any way, unless they were designed to kill any other being other than Fae.

They were just existing and biding time. Like always. Like you.

Fae weren’t meant to go to clubs. Your kind didn’t interest themselves in lowly places filled with noise and unneeded chatter, in places that were buzzing with life. Your kind was egotistical, fully believing they were born for greater things.

Fae were born and raised in golden sheets. They would partake in grand parties filled with nobility. All Fae were nobility at birth that meant they were supposed to only interact with Fae and all Fae. They were required to talk of nothing else but politics. They were meant to be better because they were creatures of the middle, the Handlers, beings of all power. They were strong as they were selfish and arrogant. Stiff, uptight, silver-tongued. While Fae’s existence was important and necessary for realms to exist and coexist, none liked them. They were hated. You were hated.

“This is irksome,” you voiced out. Heads turned towards you before remarks of agreement were thrown too quickly as if they were waiting for someone to say it first. You knew they were. Standing up, not bothering to meet their gazes, you said, “I’ll take my leave.”

You slipped away without waiting for a reply. You dove between clashing and dancing bodies. When you looked back, you saw your company leaving, heading straight to the exit.

The mere sight lifted the weight on your shoulder. A ghost of a smile stretched on your lips. Without them, nobody would tell on you. While they were your acquaintances, you met them through the elders. That was always a bad mix. Now, tonight, you were free.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You sat on the bar, your eyes meeting the bartender’s. She moved with grace. Her hair gleamed blue yet white and braided loosely as it cascaded down her back. Her pale skin shimmered against her dark clothes. She got a picture-perfect smile. You knew she was making generous tips. You didn’t mind showering her with more.

“Do you have dragon’s blood here?” You asked, leaning your cheek against your loosely curled fist.

“Sorry, love. We don’t serve drugs that strong.” Her smile widened. You could see the money-signs sparkling in her eyes. She leaned on her hands, coming closer. “I can mix it in for you.”

“You said that like you knew I have some,” you said. Your gaze didn’t falter from hers.

She gave you a knowing smile. The crimson on her lips made her smile appear wider. Her eyes shone brightly.

You indeed have some. You let out a light chuckle. Your eyes closing, you shook your head in defeat. You procured the two-inch vial from your sleeve. The clear liquid, dragon’s blood, sloshed inside. It was drug made by Angels. It was extremely and insanely potent. It should be illegal because it was lethal to all beings except for some Fae, but you didn’t approve for its illegality.

You held the vial by your thumb and forefinger. Shaking it once, you offered it to her. “You guess well.”

“Only people with dragon’s blood would ask if we have it here.” She took it from you, her touch lingering, her chuckle sounding alluring like a song. A siren. “I’ll make you a great drink, love.” She started with your drink, moving so confidently. “But…seriously? Were you just hiding a high-quality and highly-lethal drug in your sleeve?”

You smiled. Dragon’s blood was expensive. That vial would have cost you more than fifty thousand grand, if it weren’t gifted to you. Being someone of your standing in Fae society, you had connections and favors. Your parents had left you the ability to make such connections. Although you reaped its benefits, you were never grateful for it. The strings attached to them caused you more grievances than benefits. That was a small secret you tend to keep.

“Mei, a gin to our table please,” a smooth voice announced from your side.

When you glanced at its owner, it was the handsome vampire. Up close, his hair shone more brilliantly like it was magic. However, vampires didn’t have magic. They only had curses which were not unique to their kind. You almost looked away, but you noticed his eyes through the side profile. They were glowing and the lightest blue you have ever seen.

He was handsome, even pretty, yet so dangerous. You shouldn’t get involved with a vampire, but you couldn’t get your eyes off him.

In a flash, his eyes met yours, his head turning towards you. Your heart fluttered, making you break from whatever it was that kept you from looking away. This was fucking crazy. You raised your eyebrow, appearing as stoic as you could, then looked away.

Mei, the bartender, placed your drink in front of you. You nodded your thanks, receiving a wink when you handed her your card, telling her to keep your tab open and take how ever much she wanted for her tip. She could charge you a million and you wouldn’t care.

“I like you, love.” Mei smiled at you before she glared at the man next to you. She huffed, turning away. “Hooligans. Drinking straight from the bottle.”

“Hmm, I thought I saw the group of party poopers go away.” He sounded closer and he was.

His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, giving you the full view of his blue eyes. They are magnificent. Specks of lighter blue and almost silver littered his irises. Even Fae did not have such stunning eyes. Magic enhanced or no.

Did he just say party poopers? What was he? A child?

“They did,” you muttered, taking a sip pf your drink.

The thrum of the drug entering your body was euphoric. Heat and cold streaked down your throat. The burn was harsh yet smooth. The very thing you had been seeking after a dozen of cocktails. Despite being tasteless, dragon’s blood was your favorite. Any lingering stiffness in your body loosened. Your blood roared with life and death.

“Huh. Are you pretending not to be a party pooper?” The male settled on his sit. He waved his hand as he signaled Mei to bring the bottle to his table. “Well?”

“Maybe.” You drank, humming at the burn and sweetness of the liquor. “You got a nasty tongue.”

“Nasty? I haven’t cursed yet.” He smirked, his fangs glinting at the lights, his eyes sparkling brighter.

“Are you sure you should be talking to me, vampire?”

“I can talk to anyone.” His eyes burned. “You aren’t retaliating yet. I want to see how much longer before I can piss you the fuck off.”

Ah. There it was. The typical hatred against you. No, against your kind.

Fae weren’t favorable. They were tolerable for being  peace and order keepers. They provided a path away from chaos and war. They made things fair and just. But, their arrogance and pride made them intolerable. They were worthy of the hate they received. That included you.

You wished you could protest about your difference, but you were guilty of them too. You were Fae. You were arrogant and selfish. You were not and will never be different. Being Fae was your birth right.

“No need to waste your breath.” You finished your drink.

Mei showed up, taking your glass, making you a new drink. She squinted at you and at the vampire. You tuned out her banter with the vampire, marveling at her grace.

Again, you marvel at how graceful Mei move. She never once spilled a drop. An expert in her domain. It wasn’t long until Mei mixed in your drug.

“Oi, what’s that?” The vampire demanded. He leaned forward, watching the clear liquid fall into your drink. He inhaled. “Is that dragon’s blood? Who would have the money to spend that in this place—Oh.” He snapped his fingers, pointing at you. “Gotcha.”

“Make him some.” You smiled Mei who raised a brow but looked interested. You mocked,“I doubt he can take a simple drug though.”

His smirk faltered. “Oh, you are a bully, Fae.” He leaned back when his drink was served. He almost looked afraid. His nose scrunched. “Disgusting.”

“Pussy,” you taunted, chuckling.

“What did you say?” he asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The use of profanities among Fae were not common, because it wasn’t proper. You were taught many ways to retort to any conversation. The elders would be rolling in their marble floors if they heard you. You bet they would drag you back to lessons after finding a way to cram it in your schedule. The controlling fools.  

“She said pussy,” Mei echoed, before she moved away to a customer calling for her.

Not minding the rest of the drug in her possession, you grinned. Your elongated canines were now the ones gleaming. You teased, “Vampires are praised for their heightened senses. What becomes of yours?”

You finished your drink, licking your lips. You leaned closer to the vampire, your eyes darting to his lips then up his eyes. You scooted his drink closer to him, your amusement increasing when he recoiled from it. Despite their immortality, vampires dared not to drink such poison. It was still too potent despite being diluted. It would burn their throats, melt their insides, boil their dark blood, and so much more.

“I rather not,” he sighed, raising his hands in defeat. “Fine, I apologize for my impertinence.”

“Nothing to apologize for. You aren’t the only one who hates Fae,” you muttered, downing his drink. Finally, the dragon’s blood has turned more alive in your system. A flush crept up your cheeks. You felt like you were floating. You couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of you, “I also hate being Fae.”

You were so used to being hated. The being you’ve met all looked at you with both fear and disdain, but it was all within reason. You’d accepted that attention from the other beings. The only thing that could cut you down the worst was the contempt you received from your fellow Fae—them and the few who knew about who you were. Even this vampire was comparatively better. He was rude with his banters, but his tone didn’t have as much hostility as you were used to, like he was just doing this out of pure entertainment. You were grateful for that.

“It’s unlikely you hate your being. You’re Fae. You love yourselves more than your charge.” He removed his glasses, hanging it on his collar.

Yeah, right. You didn’t reply. What he said was also true. You loved yourself but you hated yourself. You loved your power, but your hated that it would never be enough. There was so much more you could have but you were reduced to following orders from people less than you. You were insulted with that for very ay you’ve lived.

“How can you drink it? Fae might tolerate it, but it is poison.”

“It is.” Your finger traced over the rim of the glass. “It tastes like sweet death that I’ve longed for.”

You felt bitter. You should keep quiet, but it was like your tongue felt loose. You felt somehow free while you spoke to this strange vampire. You’d never lied and couldn’t lie. You physically were unable to and there was no used to. You didn’t like the taste of lies especially of these kinds of matter.

Looking away, you took another vial from your sleeve, absently looking at the slight golden sheen it sometimes gave off. Death was something you’ve longed for with open arms. You’d lived for almost half a thousand years. It was a long life for some. Too long for you. A long life that you—nor your actual family—wanted.

You were taught that you deserved nothing but death. You had stolen a lot from your realm. The only way to reclaim what you stole was through your death. No one had succeeded in killing you, not even you. You tried so many times. You were still trying.

While Faes, vampires, and other long-lived folks could die, you couldn’t. You were damned with true immortality that was gifted to you by the Gods themselves. It was not a gift. It was a curse.

“Do you want some? Maybe you need to poison an enemy,” you offered, tipping the vial towards him. When he didn’t react, you shrugged. “More for me.” You opened it, brought it up in a toast, drank it like it was nothing. “It’s marvelous.”

His lips parted as he stared. His brilliant eyes travelled all over your face as he was drinking in every detail, every emotion, every reaction. Could he see how your relief? The drug blurred the incessant mumblings of your power and the gods. It heated your skin, your blood, and your core. You felt yourself clenching, your legs rubbing together for the slightest friction. Could he see your need?

You were in so much trouble.

You need to leave.

“I bid you good night,” you said, breaking off from his trapping eye contact.

You stood up, ignoring the fact that your card hadn’t been returned. You barely stumbled despite your high. Planning to contact your guard because you didn’t want to open a portal, you stepped away.

“Wait,” he breathed. His hand grasping around your bicep, making you jump.

He was warm. So warm that you could feel him through your clothes. That you could feel his unnatural pulse. Why was he warm? Why did he have a pulse? You wanted to focus on those things, but he tugged you against his body, making you feel all of his warmth and more. His hand moved to your hip, greedily pulling you in.

“Don’t go,” he said like a plea.

You were drowning in him. You wanted more. You shouldn’t. He was a vampire, a creature of dark, while you were Fae, a creature in between. You were powerful. Your blood was power—ripe and potent magic as Fae blood, even more as blessed—and this one feasted on blood. Of all creatures you could fuck, vampires were forbidden. They would take and take. Yet you found yourself melting into his grip.

“Don’t go,” he repeated, but now, with a grin and a hunger in his eyes that reflected in yours.

“Are you going to entertain me?” You asked, your head tipping to the side, a slight smile on your face. When he didn’t say anything, you frown, doubting his intentions. “You—”

“I felt your stare,” he muttered, his other hand tucking your hair behind your ear before grasping yours.

You shuddered. No one had been this close to you in months. No one had looked at you like he wanted to consume you rather than kill you. No one had held your hand like he didn’t want to let go. He felt different. Why did he feel different?

“You were fucking me with your beautiful eyes.” He licked his lips, inhaling deeply only to let out a groan. “I can smell you. Was it your drug? Was it me?” He smirked. “I bet it is. I captivated you.”

“You are full of yourself.”

“As I should.”

You laughed, your head tipping up, your chest feeling incredibly light. He noticed your stare. Maybe he was more special than you thought. You reached and touched his cheek, your thumb tracing over his soft lips. Your breaths turned ragged when his tongue licked the pad of your thumb. Gods. You wanted him.

You realized how much bigger he was compared to you. He was muscular but too much. He was so tall that he dwarfed your Fae height. When his fingers slipped beneath your shirt, you shivered, feeling your pussy leaking with so much arousal, panting when he greedily breathed in.

He hummed, the vibrations shaking your soul. “Do you want to fuck?”

The nerve of this man. He grinned, so smug, like he already knew your answer. His arrogance should piss you off but it didn’t. His indecency, his crassness, his boldness. They all became of him. He wasted no time, unlike the Fae males who had courted you for a week, amused you with long pointless conversations with carefully crafted salaciousness within their words before asking to bed you. Some would blush when you take initiative. Some would kneel. This vampire was straight to the point. You liked that. His directness only seared heat between your legs, your knees weakening that you almost fell if not for his grip.

“I don’t even know your name.” You gripped his shirt and pulled him. “Say your name and I might consider it.”

It was his turn to laugh. The sound was deep and rough and full of amusement. You rubbed your thighs again, shuddering when his hand grazed the underside of your tits. He leaned closer that your nose were touching, your breaths mixing. He smelled good. A mix of pine, wood, and vanilla. So expensive. So warm.

It didn’t click in your mind that he was also inhaling and tasting the poison you’d drank, that it didn’t affect him. All you could think about how comforting he was, how the world seem to blur around both of you.

“Well, doll,” he whispers, “I am Gojo Satoru. You can call me Satoru.”

Gojo. It was both familiar and not. The vampire realm was outside your domain, so you were sure that you’d not heard of it, but you were aware that he was important. He wouldn’t be confident and arrogant if he wasn’t. Ah, you really need to leave. He was nothing but trouble.

Trouble that you currently yearned for.

You got stuck in his jewel eyes. No, they were more like the sky than jewels. Not skies of Fae or any dark realms. They reminded you of the skies of the angel realm, your charge. It was pure and blue and bright, feeling you with a sense of calm and serenity.

Maybe you need to monitor your drug intake. You were losing it. This was so unlike you.

Shaking your thoughts away, you muttered, “Let’s fuck then.”

Hegrinned, making your pulse race.

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Satoru was tall. He stood with a foot taller than your Fae height. He walked in an unhurried pace as he guided you to the upper floors, his hand gripping your waist to glue you to his side. His fingers traced and dug patterns onto your skin that had you sighing into his arm.

He tried to ask for your introduction but you ignored him, pressing a kiss on his throat that made him gulp loudly, his cock visibly straining under his pants. You wondered how big he was, how he would fuck you, how much cum he would give. You wondered and wondered, while you cozied up to his body temperature. He was like a furnace. Again, he was so different from his kind that should be as cold as winter, like corpses. Those differences didn’t matter.

Not when he whispered despicable things in your ears.

“Oh, you’re dripping, aren’t you? I can smell your arousal. I can’t wait until you’re dipping all over my cock.”

“I will fuck you until you cream, until you scream my name, until your pussy is molded to me. No one can fuck you like I will.”

“I will fill you with so much cum that you will be sobbing because you’re so full, but I won’t care. I’ll fuck you more. Fill you up like my own personal doll. Oh, you liked the sound of that, huh? You smell like a whore. A Fae that wanted to be used by a vampire? What a slut.”

You were panting like a bitch in heat from his words. The promises. The degradation. You had no idea you liked it. You’d never felt so aroused and worked up from mere words.

He continued until you got to tenth floor where the hotel started. In a calm voice, like he wasn’t just promising you your debauchery, he got you two a suite. Before you knew it, he was leading you again. Even through the haze of your arousal, you noticed people—vampires—bowing at Satoru which he didn’t acknowledge. Just who was he? You started to wish you knew more about vampire politics.

When you felt their attention on you, you ignored them, but you did straighten up. You are Fae. By how Satoru possessively held you, this would spark a controversy, but it was nothing that your guard couldn’t handle. You sent him a quick message, your nerve getting step on by the vampire who peered into your phone.

“Your phone looked old,” he commented.

“Not exactly my phone.” You shrugged. It was your official device that elders used to contact you. You only brought it so you could contact your guard. When he raised his eyebrow as he opened the door, you huffed, “More like a business phone. I don’t have a phone.”

“Why not?” He asked, motioning a hand towards the roon. “After you.”

“I have no use for phones.”

“Says the one who sent a message for PR control.”

“PR?” You scrunch your nose, unable to follow. What does he mean by PR? You roll your eyes. “I don’t need a phone.”

“Sure,” he taunted, caging you against the door with his hands on either side of your head, with his hips pressing against your abdomen, with his cock begging for release. “Whatever you say.” He was about to kiss you when you slipped away. “What’s wrong now?”

“I’m going to brush my teeth.”

He looked dumbfounded, clearly forgetting a very crucial detail that you drunk poison that could melt his flesh. You could still feel its effects. Your mind was still hazy from it. He would get hurt if you had kissed him. You took a toothbrush and toothpaste from one of the hotel kits. You brushed while he leaned against the doorway.

“You are surprisingly kind.”

You spat the minty foam. “This is being kind. Accommodating? Yes. Kind? I don’t think so.” You continued while he stared. “Have you slept with Fae before? Fae are really accommodating partners.”

“Pussy is just pussy, isn’t it?” He shrugged, smirking when you met his gaze. He put up two fingers in a V, placing them over his lips, then he licked the space in between. “Just another hole to fuck.”

Once again, you laughed. Truly lecherous. He was so profane.

You finished with your mouth tasting like mint and not a single lingering heat from the drug on any crevice. You faced him. “That’s not what I am asking.”

Normally, you would get irritated if your line of sight craned upwards, but with Satoru, you weren’t. His gaze was only downwards to meet yours because of your heights. It somehow felt normal, like he was at the same pedestal as you. It felt correct. He felt worthy.

“Do you care about that?” He asked.

No, you didn’t.

“No answer again.” He shook his head, pertaining about how you didn’t tell him your name. Then he obliged, “I haven’t had Fae. Never even thought of wanting to sleep with your kind. No offence.”

“Now, you do?” You smirked.

“Now, I do.”

You were satisfied with his answer. You would be his first Fae. Why did that made you feel both satisfied and disappointed? Your heart raced inside your chest. You wanted—

“Can I kiss you now?” his voice rumbled into a lower octave. He breached the distance between you two, his hands gripping your hips, his head leaning towards you.

“Retract your fangs.” Your hands skimmed his chest, feeling his muscles move under his shirt.

“Too many demands, doll.”

He did, making a show of his pointed canines retracting until they weren’t as pronounced. Then his lips descended on yours, softly before deepening as his tongue slipped past your lips. He tasted sweet, beyond the lingering taste of alcohol, beyond the mint of the hotel’s toothpaste. He felt so warm but also so cold. Your heart fluttered. Your hands were trembling as you wrapped your arms around his nape to pull him closer and closer. It wasn’t enough. You needed to feel his skin on yours. You needed to taste and consume all of him.

You gripped him tighter as he pushed you against the wall, his hand sliding over your ass, gripping and squeezing before he carried you, your feet crossing on his back. When he grinded his crotch against yours, you let out a pathetic whimper that he greedily swallowed. Your pussy was aching, throbbing with the need to be filled and defiled, quivering the more he dry humped you.

You inhaled, your power reaching for the darkness that lurked within him, the power he had, that vile energy full of curses. Your power roared out from their reigns as the drug dulled in your system. It wanted him. You wanted his power. You wanted him. You wanted to eat him. You bit down on his lower lip, gasping and groaning at the slightest taste of copper. Without looking, you knew that his blood was red and so fucking red, so potent and sweet. So different.

Oh, he was…

He felt like…

When you opened your eyes, you found him already looking at you. “You…don’t feel like a vampire,” you panted.

“But I am. What could I possibly be?” He asked, carrying you over to the bed, his lips pressing wet kisses on your lips, your jaw, your chin. “What do I feel like?”

You didn’t know. You couldn’t speak because the answer to that question held a great weight, the words dying on your throat.

He felt like a god. Like the ones that whispered, sang, and screamed in your ears. They plagued your life with their mess. However, Satoru felt so much more than them. For that, they wanted you to devour him, take all his curse as yours. For that, they also wanted to keep him alive and strong. They rattled and screeched in your mind that you forced your connection with them by closing a door, sealing it with brick and mortar. Still, you could hear them. They were so loud.

“You should know,” you sighed, unbuttoning his shirt, marveling the hair that cascaded down his temples and onto yours, feeling comfortable with his weight partially on you. “This is forbidden.”

“Forbidden,” he echoed, tasting the very word. He grinned. “I know.”

So, he knew it too. Your fingers touched his heated skin, feeling rough and raised patches. You looked down to his sculpted neck, down to his chiseled chest where tattoos intricately inked on his pale skin. There you found scars under the woven designs. Your throat tightened as your mood plummeted into anger as you traced over them. One by one. How dare they hurt him. How dare they put scars on him. How dare they.

You didn’t know why you were feeling this way. He was a stranger you’ve only just met, and you were angry him. This emotion brewed inside your chest so much deeper than usual. Your touch lingered on a particular scar where his heart should be. Someone tried to take his heart. Someone tried to claw it out when he was still young, when his healing abilities were still not perfect. You felt dread. He could’ve died before you met him.

“It was a long time ago,” he softly said, putting hand over yours. “So long.” He chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re worried.”

You had nothing to say, so you pulled him down for another kiss, shuddering at how perfect you two fit. How could this be? What was with the connection—

He grinded down against your core, drawing any thoughts away from your head, his hand snaking down over your chest, squeezing firmly, pinching your pebbled nipple. You could only moan and cry out as he tore your shirt open as he trailed kissed down your throat, his lips skimming over your collarbones. You desperately rolled your hips to meet his thrust, gasping at the his burning touch.

Your pussy felt so hot, so wet, the more he kept touching and kissing you, the more he pried your clothes off. You were naked in a flash. Your clothes, mere heaps of torn fabric on the floor. You should care. You treasured every piece of clothing you had, but right one, you didn’t. You fucking didn’t.

 Your fingers slipped through his silken white hair, tugging at it harshly when he licked over your nipple before he sucked.

“Fuck,” you cursed, sobbing for more.

“We haven’t started yet you’re already crying for me,” he laughed, releasing your nipple with a pop, only to move to the other. “Come on, doll, keep up with me.”

All you could do was pant and gasp, shivering when his other hand ran down your body. His touch felt like electricity. Zapping and jolting pleasure down your pussy. Only when he traced over your slit did you realized that he was doing something. His energy teased everywhere he touched you. Not just from his finger that slipped into your quivering cunt. Not just from those that pinched and tugged your nipple. Not just from his lips and tongue on the other. He wad everywhere. The slightest touch of his pant-covered thighs against your naked ones. Of his very breath on your skin. His energy made your mouth water. Just one tug and you would be feasting.

“You look hungry,” he commented, pointedly licking the underside of your tit to your nipple before he kissed you again. “So hungry.”

You nodded, feeling the need to be seen, writhing when he purposely shot an energy towards you. You felt it down to your core. You moaned, quivering in want, in lust, in everything. You bit your lower lip as if the physical action could keep you from lunging and taking his energy.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his eyes moving down your body, his fingers softly thrusting into your slicked pussy.

You rarely got shy. First, because you were Fae. Second, you were confident with your body. It didn’t matter if you have imperfections. You had scars which you’d earned in training, duels, and battles. Your stomach was not as flat because you had fats over the muscles you’d toned. You had freckled and marks that was born on your skin or that simply appeared. You never cared for them. Your body had change for different seasons and eras for all of your years.

Until now. You felt so bare under his observation. When his hands briefly part from you then carefully spread your thighs, smoothening over the dips of your thighs, his thumbs prying your pussy open, he looked up to meet your uneasy gaze. He grinned, so widely to showcase his shortened fangs.

“You are so fucking hot,” he praised you.

After a long time, a—his—compliment had you genuinely smiling. You felt lighter. Lighter than the calm any drug had given you. He gazed at you like he was peering into your soul. You wanted him to see you. All of you. You’d never felt this way before.

Sure, your guard had always brought you the care you’d been deprived of. Sure, he made you smile when he protects and offered his very soul to you. Sure, he’d given you the rush of being glorified and respected. Sure.

But Satoru made you feel serene simply by staring at you with those gods-forsaken eyes, by simply telling you that compliment that could only be on surface level, but something told you it was not. When he pressed his forehead against yours, you turned mellow. You wanted to say something, anything, yet very word died before it came up your throat.

“Aren’t you getting too wet for me?” He broke your trance with his thumb teasing around your swollen clit.

You let out a mewl as you gripped his shoulder. Your cheeks burned like you were set on fire. You realized how much he was hulking over you, watching you unravel by his mere touch. This position should be beneath you, but it felt right. So right that tears started to sting in your eyes.

“Shut up, vampire.” You huffed, pulling him for a kiss.

He obliged, giving you all the attention you craved. His finger momentarily left your clit only to rest over your lower abdomen. His energy zapped, teasing you, making you wetter by the moment. All you could do was whine and pant.

“You’re so adorable,” he whispered against your skin, his lips trailing to your jaw, to your neck, continuing to tease you with the onslaught of his energy.

You sighed, squirming at his feel. He knew exactly what he was doing with you when he pushed his energy harder onto your skin, into your fresh, down to your bones. You bit down on the temptation. Your mouth dried like a desert, yet it watered like a flowing river. He tasted so fucking saccharine. Your head spun as he fed you while he pleasured you. Your hands trembled over his shoulders especially when he found your nipples again, teasing them, one after the other.

“More.” You plead, your eyebrows furrowing. You didn’t know what you were asking for. More of his power? More of his touch? More of his kiss?

“Take everything you want.” He sucked and kneaded on your tits like he wanted to milk them.

Your back arching, you gasped, “Don’t tempt me. Don’t.”

“Are you scared of taking more than you should?” He asked. He burned his way down, pressing feather-light kisses along your abdomen, licking here and there, lightly nipping on your skin. “Don’t be too wary, Fae. Let loose.” He tutted, positioning himself between your legs. “You can never take too much, doll.”

You sighed, throwing your leg over his shoulder, pulling him closer. “Satoru.”

His eyes sparked in interest, darkened in lust and everything else dark. He stared at you for seconds that felt like minutes, smirking at how desperate you were for him. Then he blew a cool breath against your aching clit. He was so close. Just a few millimeters left. Why wouldn’t he touch you already? You shivered in anticipation, one leg impatiently urging him to cross the distance. 

“Don’t come until I tell you.” He gave you a stern look. His eyes flashed. The blue glowed. The whites turned red for one second.

The sight took your breath away. You nodded, bobbing your head in desperation. When he chuckled at your helplessness, at your pathetic need for him, you nearly creamed. His tongue licked up your pussy, from sensitive and quivering entrance to your swollen clint. You could feel yourself dripping with your slick. It dripped from your pussy down to your ass, down on the sheets. You gasped, singing with your breathless moans. Your back arched, leg quivering as he continued to lap along your slicken folds. His moans and groans accompanied the obscene sound of him gulping and licking, rumbling right against your core. He felt so good. So fucking good.

You tugged his hair tightly, your fingers making a mess of his silken hair, threatening to pry them off his scalp, but your reactions only made him lave at your pussy with growing fervor.

“Satoru!” You sobbed as you climbed your way up your orgasm. “Please, please. Don’t stop. I beg you.”

You begged for the first time in your life. You begged him.

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The moment he heard you beg, his eyes met yours while he sucked your clit, long and hard. Your taste on his tongue was so exquisite. Your pussy tasted like the best fucking pussy he had ever tasted. He doubted any other else could compare. He licked at your entrance, his tongue scooping up your arousal into his mouth, dragging it on over fucking crevice before he swallowed. Fucking perfect. Too fucking exquisite. A Fae brought underneath his thumb. Where have you been?

You looked divine. Even more than the lowly gods that only dared and did nothing—cowardly fools.

He could feel your pulse rushing so quickly with your powerful blood running through your veins. It felt like your heart beats solely for him. Besides your slick that almost tasted sweet over the heady taste of your pussy, he could basically taste your blood. It called for him. The power thrummed along your veins, beneath and around your soul. You were power. And he had you right under him.

He wanted to drink you dry. Your arousal. Your blood. Your essence. That fucking power that taunted him to take it. His fangs slightly elongated. He watched if you noticed, but you didn’t. How could you? You were so lost in pleasure. You were shivering with so much want. When he chuckled into your skin, your body shook, your head craning upwards as you cried out.

He couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty. From your wonderful breasts with your nipples painfully erected, from how your abdomen quiver as your hips rolled, your uneven breath carrying your light and airy moans. Everything about you made him fucking hard, his cock leaking with precum. His pants felt too tight around his crotch.

He would give you everything.

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

“Satoru, please. Satoru,” you cried.

His name was a gospel. A forbidden one which you chose to sing. Your tears fell from your eyes. Your hands gripped his hair, needing to feel him more and more. You swallowed a sob when you felt his tongue slither into your weeping hole.

“Ah! Please,” you pleaded. “Please!”

You yelped when he tightly gripped your thighs, his nails sinking into your skin, making crescents along its wake. His slurps were loud and lewd. He knelt up, taking you off the bed with just your shoulders and head on it. You cried out curses and pleas. You were a mess, a fucking mess.  

Then it happened.

His energy reached and curled around you, forcing you to take, take, and take. You were getting drunk on him. Your eyes rolled up. Your soul bowed down at his offering, latching on it, swallowing everything he gave. You couldn’t calm. You couldn’t ignore the painful knot twisting deep inside of your core. Your sweat beaded on your skin as you let go of his hair so you could bite on your knuckles, your canines breaking skin. The scent of coppery blood clouded over your senses because it mixed with his arousal. He wanted you. He fucking wanted you too.

It felt good.

“I’msoclose,” you plead, your lips trembling, your moans getting louder and louder. You wanted to come, but he told you not to come. Pleasure clouded your mind. All you can hear was your moans and his slurping. “Satoru. I’m going to come. I’m going to come,” you repeated. Again. And again.

However, he kept giving and giving. You wanted to tell him to stop feeding you, to ease off, but it felt good. He felt good.

“Then come,” he taunted.

You did. Instantly like your body was merely waiting for those words, for that permission. You came hard, your body coiling, as you unraveled, splaying into ribbons of nothingness beyond your peak. Your eyes glistened with more tears as he rode your orgasm before he let up, forcing himself off your pussy, but he didn’t stop the baiting of his energy, overstimulating your senses. You knew you were damned.

His lips, his chin, his nose, his jaw, his cheeks shone with your slick. Both of you panted as you stared into each other’s eyes. You saw flashes of emotions you couldn’t decipher yet longed to. You closed your eyes, too afraid of what lies beyond those pearly blues.

When you almost sobbed from the lack of touch, he dipped three fingers into your sopping hole. You cried out when he curled them in a come-hither motion, letting you fall onto the bed, but his thrusts were too deep and wild.

“Taste good, doll. Taste so damn good.” He nipped along your inner thighs, biting softly and kissing messily. His constant motions were drawing you to another orgasm when you haven’t recovered from the last. “You already came. Don’t you dare.”

You gritted your teeth, swiping your hair away from your eyes. You kept trying to control your breathing, but his energy reached again, and you were drowning with so much need. You shook your head, trying to get away from him. You would come. You come so soon—

“Don’t come,” he reminded you.

You wanted to kick him. You needed to come. This was torture. The first orgasm felt so small compared to the one building and coiling in your core. He was such insolent fool who dared to keep you from your undoing. How dare he. You want to curse him, but you couldn’t. Your body submitted wholly to this vampire.

His thumb circled your clit, making you whimper. You shakily inhaled, clenching the sheets for support. You were too focused on trying to calm down and to bay off your impending orgasm. You were too focused on his torturous touch, on the bottomless energy that kept feeding you while also teasing you for more. It felt like flames licking at your skin. Keeping you warm while burning you.

You were so busy on those things.

That was your mistake.

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Satoru watched you desperately focus on your tiny assignment. Your abdomen shook and clenched and relaxed in cycles. Your legs quivered over his shoulders, pulling him closer, trying to get him to fuck you with his tongue again. You were adorable. He didn’t expect a Fae to look so beautiful despite being so disgruntled. His heart felt the most alive the more he stared at you. The lump of organ never beat continuously other than the occasional lub-dub every hour, but it did the moment he felt your eyes tracking him from afar, the moment he came closer to you that he breathed your scent, the moment he exchanged a miniscule conversation with you, the moment he got his arms around you, his hand in your hand. Now, his heart beat so fucking hard in his chest.

He didn’t know if it still knew how to slow, how to stop, how to be.

What have you done to him?

When your eyes closed, he elongated his fangs. All three pairs, two above and one below, glinted like pearls against the dim lights. His blue eyes burned brighter, casting a soft blue on skin. He could see every vein, every artery under your flesh.

You did this.

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

“Please, Satoru. Let me—Ahhh!” You screamed as he latched onto the meat of your inner thigh.

The pain was sharp and blinding, so different from anything you’ve experienced. You looked at him in horror, but the dread felt only lasted in a second, because you were pushed higher. You screamed his name too loud that it echoed and rang. When he bite down harder, drawing and slurping your blood, you came.

Your pussy pulsated, clenching around his fingers, your arousal cum leaking out of you. You sobbed, weakly trying to push him off, shuddering as your pussy ached from oversensitivity as you came again and again. You whine as a haze shadowed every logical thought in your head. You gasped and panted. You were a pathetic melting mess underneath him, flinching when he retracted his cum-slicked fingers from your heat.

He continued to suck, his eyes watching you, challenging you. You somehow knew if you truly push him, you could. You didn’t. You didn’t even try but it felt like you failed and got defeated, especially when you realized that he didn’t even waste a single drop of your blood. You were in so much trouble. You watched him intently, feeling your slick running down your ass, down the sheets. What a mess, you were.

You waited for him to lose it, to act like a rabid animal from your blood that was concentrated by mana, ether, and power, but he didn’t. He remained as he was. When he released you, his tongue darted over the punctures on your thigh. The wounds itched as they closed. You were only left with a slight pinch of pain, a small reminder of what he’d done.

“Aww, you came, doll. I told you not to.” He tutted, grinning, his tongue darted over his teeth, lingering on his fangs. He groaned. “Everything about you tasted divine.”

You lost yourself then. You got trapped into the void of his eyes. It felt like infinity and more. It was too and it could swallow you whole. Only then you realized that you were never on his level. He was someone more. He stood on a higher step over you who was blessed by the multiple gods and deities. He knelt between your thighs, gazing down at you, his dominance subduing yours into nothing. You could only submit because it was right. So right.

“What are you?” you asked, shuddering as he came down, his clean fingers caressed your cheek, catching your tears. ‘Where have you been?’ is the question that you wanted to ask.

“I am a vampire,” he softly said. His grin fell. His eyes kept darting from yours to your lips then back. His thumb grazed your lower lip as his forehead pressed against yours. The motion made your chest ached once more. “Your blood is too potent. The best I’ve ever tasted.”

“How dare you,” you passively said, sobbing your vulnerability.

You hooked your fingers on his belt loops to pull him in. You tried to shake away your realization and the weight settling on your chest. You would lose him after this night. You didn’t want to lose him. You should push him away. He was holding you so lightly that you knew you could easily run away. He was looking at you like he didn’t want you to, like he was begging you when both of you knew he shouldn’t be the one begging. He was supposed to be just a stranger. Why did he feel more?

But instead of saying anything, you forced a scoff, cleaving heart in half. “You shouldn’t drink Fae blood.”

He closed his eyes, nodding, his released a tight breath. Something shattered and you didn’t know what. A slightly shaky smirk stretched his lips. “Why not? You smell so good. You can’t expect me to hold my hunger.”

He stripped as impatient as he stripped you. He tore through his shirt that had already unbuttoned, unbuttoning his pants to tug them harshly. His cock sprung, hitting his veined abdomen. He was red and flush on the tip, the most prominent vein on his member pulsed. He twitched at your attention. Gods, he was big, bigger than any of your previous partners. In your head, you were thanking for stretching so deliberately with his fingers but was that enough?

“On your knees,” he ordered.

You glared at him. It was a position you absolutely hated. You wanted to protest, but your words died down when you saw the specks in his eyes swirled with life. You gulped. Instead of following him instantly, you sought his lips. You thought that he would force you into the position, but he didn’t. He only obliged your need for him. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Your pussy, your blood, your cum. The taste made you burn.

You parted from him, swallowing your whine, as you turned on your stomach, lifting yourself on your knees, gasping at the feel of your slick running down your thighs.

“You are so wet,” he groaned, groping your ass, spreading them as he pleased, making them jiggle. “So fucking beautiful.”

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing. You peered back at him to see how much he was drinking the sight of you in such a submissive position. Needing to see more of that expression on his face, you settled, arching your torso into the bed, your knees spreading wider as you kept your ass up, the slight coldness of your arousal dribbling down directly onto the bed had you panting.

“Is this what you want?” You asked.

“Yes, fucking perfect.” He slammed his palm against your ass.

The sting had you gasping, writhing as he smoothen his palm over the ache. Your pussy wept like the—

“What a slut,” he teased. “A Fae who’s a slut.”

That was what you were. A slut. The insult only made you shiver in want, in need for more. You grasped the sheets, panting as you wiggled your ass for him. What a disgrace you had become. When he chuckled, pressing his horrifying length along your folds, you grinded back, sobbing at the feel of his heat against yours. You swore you could feel his throbbing veins. You wanted him. He gripped your hips, his nails growing and started to sink into your skin. You wanted him to leave scars. Deeper scars.

“Fuck, you feel so warm. You’ll burn me.” He grinded harder onto your pussy, slapping your ass cheeks whenever he wanted to. “You’re mine.”

Ignoring his damning words, you cried, “Please, Satoru. Fuck me. What are you waiting for? Please. Just put your cock in my cunt. Take me.”

Satoru had the audacity to laugh, leaning over you, his cock aligning against your pussy hole, only to slip away then back. You panted, wanting to thrust back, but he held your hips like vice. You felt like he was refusing you. This was more torturous than when he was making you hold your orgasm back. Again, tears escaped you as you plead again and again. At that, you felt a tear fell from your eyes. This is torture. You’ve never begged your previous partners, but you already did for him. It physically hurt the more he teased and held you back.

“Why are you so cruel?” Your voice broke. You whined, “Satoru.”

“I heard Fae had insufferable etiquette. Your females should be shy and graceful in bed, no?” He spat, groaning as he grinded against your pussy. He slapped his tip against your quivering entrance as he forced your back further down. “I’m not yet inside, but I’m already so fucking wet.” He spanked your ass, humping your heat. “I think I’ll just stay here.”

“Satoru. No.” You shook your head, actually sobbing in hurt, reaching back for his hand, for his dick, for anything at all. “Inside, please.”

“Keep your hands to yourself, doll. We will stop if you don’t.” He spanked you again and again.

The sting had you gasping and gripping your pillow in desperation. The more he spanked your ass, the wetter you got. Your legs shook for every blow, for every contact. When he moved back, you whined then screamed as he slapped your pussy, as his fingers make a mess of your arousal.

“A Fae submitting to a mere vampire,” he laughed, grinding his cock over your stinging pussy. “So pathetic. Such a slut. Just for me. Me.”

Gods, you want him to shut the fuck up. How could he be so talkative when his cock was hard and twitching and dripping with his pre-cum? You tried to grind back, weeping as he kept you, shouting as his cock slowly plunges into your well-prepped pussy. Your eyes rolled for every inch that entered you.

He was so fucking big—

Then he just thrusted the rest of his gigantic length into your pussy. You screamed at the impossible stretch. You panted like a bitch, gripping your pillow, as you cried from the slight sting in your insides. He prepped you so fucking good yet it wasn’t enough. Your legs shook as they turned jelly.

He just stuck it in like a fucking barbarian. Well, you plead him to stick it in. He leaned over your back, pressing kisses along your shoulder as if to appease you.

“You’re so perfect around me,” he groaned, his hand craning your face towards him. His eyebrows were furrowed tightly. “I’m still halfway in.”

“What’d you mean halfway in?” You asked in a panic. Your hand slipped between your stomach and the mattress, feeling the slight bulge of him inside you. “You’re already—”

“Oh, shut up.” He moved back then thrusted deeper. “This is what you want, isn’t it? This is what you were begging for.”

His deep thrusts silenced you more than his words. He was so deep. How were you taking him? You felt like a novice, especially when his hand slipped under you, pressing over your hand, making you feel how deep he was actually was. One full thrust and you swore you could feel him up your fucking lungs as you panted hard.

“There we go. I’m inside your pussy. All of me.” He mused, planning soft kisses on your shoulder. “Can you feel me?” He pressed your hands harder into our abdomen, making you sob. “I’m right here.”

He sat so deeply in your pussy. The slightest pain you felt was gone and all you had left was pleasure that dumbed your head. You could feel every throb, every twitch, every drip of his cock. He was leaking for you. He was as much as a whore as you were.

“Gods,” you mumble, hand falling onto your side. “Satoru, you’re so deep. Please.”

‘Please wait,’ was what you wanted to say but he rolled his hips, taking him further in your quivering pussy.

“I know. I can feel you,” he gasped then he fucked you. “Doll, you’re taking me so fucking well.”

You’d lost it then. His rhythm was deep and long, his hips rolling occasionally, dragging his cock against your walls. The obscene sound of skin-slapping mixed with your garbled moans and his deep soul-catching groans. When he beautifully hit that spot in your pussy, you cried as a small orgasm tore through you.

“Found it,” he murmured.

Indeed, he had. You couldn’t hold back your power as he kept pounding that spot. The moment his hand released your hip, you fell on your stomach. He kept fucking into you with his knees pinned beside you. You shivered when his breath fanned on your ear.

“I heard Fae ears are sensitive. Let’s see,” he whispered.

That was true and one of the reasons why Fae had their ears pierced with cuffs as protection. Yours were too sensitive to be pierced.

Before you could say anything, his fangs grazed the curve of your ears, lingering on the pointed tip. You choked on a sob. Your vision darkened as you let out a silent scream. Then he started nibbling that had sent violent jabs of pleasure to your pussy.

When you clenched around him, he grunted, not stopping his assault on your ear. He nipped it harshly, turning into a panting like a starved beast. Your canines lengthened, puncturing your lip, your hands gripping and pulling at your sheets until your knuckles turned white.

“Satoru,” you panted, trying to get away, but he held you down with his hands and his weight. “Gods.”

He bit, drawing blood. Your lips opened in a wide ‘O’, your eyes rolling up as you get harshly thrown over the cliff of your orgasm. Your pussy walls quivered, your very being quaking.

You came.

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Satoru gritted his teeth, his vision turning splotchy at the edges because your pussy gripped and convulsed around him. Even a single drop of your blood tasted like a golden river, its scent holding every piece of his sanity. You came. Just from him teasing your ear. Just from one graze. The sounds of your helpless whines only hardened his cock when he couldn’t get hard anymore. You mustn’t be actually real.

“Fuck, did you come from that?” he tried to tease you, as he groaned, his thrusts turning more desperate, uncontrolled. He gripped his nails into your sides, not letting you crawl away. He could feel every gush of your cum. He plead, “Doll, I need your name.”

He needed to know who you were, needed to know what name he must call when he came. Yet you didn’t give peace. You would rather cry and sob and whine than tell him your name. Was he not worthy enough for your name? Him? He grunted, his claws sinking and bruising your skin. Why wouldn’t you tell him your name?

“Kiss me,” you demanded, ignoring him.

He could punish you, not give you what you wanted, but he couldn’t. He forced a smile, licking a drop of blood from ear, then he kissed you, forcing you to taste your own blood, forcing you to consume the bottomless energy he had. You needed to take more. He could see the mess of your power, glowing and melting into gold the more you take from him.

“Do you really like my blood?” You asked against his lips, your eyes glowing a soft color. So soft compared to his harsh glow.

He couldn’t speak for the first time, his ruts halting. You looked so beautiful. You were majestic. Who were you? You saw something in his eyes that had you smiling softly, drawing every breath in his lungs.

“If that look is a yes, then I need you to drink it all while you fucked me harder.”

“I wasn’t fucking you hard enough?” His eyebrow raised. You were sobbing from him, and it wasn’t enough apparently. But he focused on the first part, you didn’t need to tell him to drink. He would. “Be careful about what you’re asking for, doll. You don’t know me.”

He said the last sentence with bitterness, but he knew you didn’t catch that tone, because your pupils blew out, swallowing your irises. You looked ruined when he wasn’t even finish with you, because you essentially gave him your pure control over your body. You submitted to him. You may have deprived him your name, but you’d given him your body.

He would gladly take you. He gripped your hips, pulling you up, grinning at how pliant you were. Like a doll. His doll. He maneuvered his one leg up, heel digging into the sheet. While he kept the other one kneeling. He thrusted in your seemingly tight walls. So wet, so greedy. He groaned from how you felt around him. So perfect. When you clenched around him, you felt so fucking tight that he could see stars. Your pussy almost felt like a vacuum, clearly not wanting to let go of his cock, threatening to hold him right inside you. You probably could. Your pussy was so starved and thirsty, wasn’t it? He had the cure for that. He wanted to breed you. Pump you full of his cum until every crevice of your pussy was painted with white.

“Fuck, fucking hell, doll,” he moaned, his balls getting tight. He’s going to fucking come. “So fucking tight. Just for me. My fucking pussy.”

“Yes, yes,” you sobbed, muttering unintelligible words, getting too lost in your pleasure.

“You’re doing well. You’ve taken all of me. No one had ever taken every single inch of my cock, but you did with your perfect cunt,” he grounded you with praises. His lips pressed featherlight kisses on your shoulder. The contact was far disconnected with how hard he was fucking you. “You’re made for me.”

He continued whispering obscenities in your ear, feeling your walls constrict around his cock. Everything sounded so ethereal in his ears.

Everything he could think was your perfection. Repeatedly like he was memorizing the words: You were so perfect. He hadn’t felt this ever.

He ruined women and men of different descents—except for Fae. None of them could compare to you. No one else’s blood tasted like ambrosia. No one else could make his heart pound, loud and strong. Even the mere sight of your pulse on your neck made him impossibly harder, his mouth watering from the power coursing through your veins. No. He realized that your blood was power itself.

Your face was a mess of tears and sweat. Your cheeks were flushed red. Your beautiful hair stuck onto your skin. You were disheveled yet gorgeous. Too much that it pained his soul. He wanted to keep you. He wanted to have all of you. He gripped your hair, his fingers wrapping around the base. He tugged, forcing your head up, exposing more of your neck. You looked at him with helpless eyes, purely submitting to be his toy. His sex doll.

“Fuck. I want to breed you,” he muttered along your skin, groaning at your shivers. “I will fucking breed you.”

Your tiny gasp was music to his ears. He overturned your position, putting you on your back in a second, his thumb finding your aching clit, pressing and teasing it. He watched your tits bounce for every forceful thrust, but beyond watching your body, he was homed in your pulse. He wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing down on your artery, controlling your circulation, making your roll your eyes as you scream. Such a strong pulse. He felt his gangs elongating, its pointed tips grazing his lower lip. He gave in.

He bit you, right below your pulse, his fangs tearing through that major artery. Your blood rushed into his mouth in spurts. He greedily gulped, groaning at your pure delicious power, your Mana. His other hand left your clit to grip your hand. Something inside him sang when he intwined his fingers with yours.

He could drain you, rid you of your blood, relish in your power. His previous partners were scared to be drained. They thrashed when he bit down onto an artery. You were not they. You stayed right there, moaning and sobbing like wanton whore. Your hips rolled to meet his thrusts, gasping in pure euphoria of getting your blood drained. Such a good, beautiful girl. As reward, he pumped you with his venom. His aphrodisiac.

“Gods, yes!” You screamed, your hand tightly gripping his. “More, take more.”

He did. When he finally pulled away, licking at your wound, closing it. He couldn’t have you bleed out. That would be a waste of precious blood. Then, you started to squirm, your eyebrows furrowing, your eyes opening and filling with confusion, your pussy fucking dripping and soaking the sheets. He didn’t think you realized what he had done yet.

Instead of being slapped for not drinking directly from your artery, you smiled, your tongue licking your lower lip.

“Do you like it?” He asked, maneuvering you on your side, hooking your leg over his shoulder, keeping you spread with your pussy quivering on his cock. He slowed his thrusts. Aware of the obscene white ring around his base, he watched you, slowly descending into the effects of his venom.

You were in so much trouble.

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You desperately nodded. You used your other hand to soothe your aching breast. It hurt. You gasped as you realized what happened, finally marking the exact moment you felt something enter your bloodstream beyond the mind-numbing pleasure. Did he use his venom on you? You couldn’t believe you let a vampire inject you with venom. Fuck, it was so hot. The feeling was unreal, but your tits hurt, and your pussy felt like on fire. You tried to push him off with a hand on his hard abdomen, but he only gripped your leg and fucked into harder. That made the pain bearable. You tugged your nipple harshly. Your toes curled at the pain and the pleasure exponentially getting higher and higher.

You glanced down, panting at the sight of your arousal stringing you with him, at the sight of your pussy so red and raw with his cock disappearing and reappearing in it, then you noticed a mark blooming on your pelvis where your fleshed moved with his thrusts.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” You screamed as panic rose in your chest as you were forced into another orgasm, the heat in your body intensifying. “Satoru, fuck!”

You were breaking. You were on fire. You were burning. Your orgasm felt so good that it actually pained you, because the fire kept building like your pussy was bursting into flames. Another peak coiled in your core. Maybe if you come, the pain would stop. You writhed, reaching down to circle your clit.

“That won’t help you, doll.” He darkly chuckled, pausing his torturous fucking which only heightened the pain. He smirked, his sclera bleeding red, emphasizing the blue of his eyes.

What did he just do to you? Was it his venom? Was it lethal? Why the fuck—

“Does it hurt here?” He asked, pressing against your pelvis.

Yes. It hurt right there. You nodded. It felt like you were being branded by iron. Beyond the pain, your body was shutting down. You felt so  weak. You wanted to punch him and kick him, to demand what he did, but you every shred of your strength left your body.

“Not that familiar with vampire aphrodisiac, huh?” His finger traced the mark on your pelvis, making the fire ignite.

It hurts.

He shushed your sobs. He started moving his hips again.

Your eyes widened when it satiated the fire. Slowly. Your panic died down, but your desperation increased.

“If I don’t cum inside your pussy, it would be so bad for you,” he taunted, pressing kisses along your calf. “So bad.”

What did that mean? You wanted ask questions. You wanted to hurt him as much as he was hurting you, but the moment he leaned to capture your lips, you were readily feeling the pain, turning into a mush. He had you writhing before he moved to your neck again. Then he did it again. He drank your blood as he injected his venom.

“I’m coming. I’m coming,” you sobbed. You insides felt like cramping up as the tension rolled in your pussy. “Please.”

One loud suck of your blood, you came, your nails digging into his back. Your whines and pleas fell into dead ears as his thrusts turned clumsy as his groans sounded like whimpers. He came, his hips slamming hard into you, his dick throbbing, his cum spurting into your pussy in white-hot rivulets. Your insides was flooded with his sticky cum.

“Take all of it.” He panted, his lips peppering your neck with kisses. “So fucking good.”

You shuddered when his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb teaching over your jaw then your lips. When he came up, his lips were instantly on yours, softly, languidly. Your soul shook. Your body trembled so his hands ran down your body, soothing you, as he wrecked you with the lasts of his spurts.

Unlike his rough maneuvering, he gathered you, rolling you two on your side, plugging his cum with his cock firmly sitting inside of you. He still kissed you until both of your breaths calmed.

Only when he parted from you did you dare look at your pelvis. Gone was the mark. Why did you feel so disappointed? It was just a silly fucking mark.

“How’d you like that?” He asked, tucking your hair away from your face, his fingers lingering to trace the shell of your ears that had you gasping. “So sensitive.”

You stared at him in wonder. His question sounded genuine but also rhetoric. You came multiple times. Of course, you liked it. You were so used to your partners leaving once they finished. Despite the effort to bed you, Fae males didn’t linger. Satoru wasn’t like them at all. He asked.

With a smile, you caressed his cheek. “I like it. It was nice. Incredibly so.” You bit your lip as he gave you a rakish grin before he turned to kiss your palm.  “I’m glad…” Your thoughts trailed as his sclera cleared while the blues of his eyes kept glowing.

“Hmmm,” he hummed. “Glad that I fucked you so good?”

“Yeah, that’s part of it,” you confidently said, clearing your throat, “I’m glad that you didn’t go insane from my blood.” You traced along his jaw, marveling at how perfect his skin is. You wiped the singular drop of blood on his chin. “I heard vampires could go crazy on Fae blood.”

“Not me.” He kissed the tip of your nose, gripping you tighter. You could feel his strong heart. He must’ve noticed your attention because he guided your hand on his chest. “Do you like it?”

You couldn’t stop your nod. His heart was racing, quicker than yours. How was it beating? What a mystery. You leaned, dragging your nails down, leaving streaks on his pale skin. You kissed his chest, right where his heart was. You didn’t know why you did it.

Your senses were filling up with nothing but him. His scent. His heartbeat. His sweat. His heat. His fingers running through your hair. You wanted to keep him, but you could never. He wasn’t someone you could keep, when you were you.

“Don’t cry.” He wiped at your tears. “Stop crying,” he demanded. “You’re only allowed to cry when I fuck you.”

“I am…not…” The lie tasted foul. You almost recoiled but he hummed, his chest vibrating, a sense of calm wrapping you. “If I ask you to keep fucking me, will you?”

“Is that what you want?” He hummed again, obliging your change of topic. He pulled his still-hard dick from your pussy. You gasped as the loss of him, as his cum spilled out of you. He momentarily broke eye contact to look at the mess then his finger scooped hos cum, pushing it back into your pussy, plugging you up. “Aww, don’t waste it.” He pushed his fingers deeper. “You are such a slut, Fae.”

“And you are such a vampire,” you retorted.

“Don’t compare me to them, doll.”

Fair enough. It was clear how different he was to his kin. He was more than them. Just the taste of his energy proves his caliber. The truth was as clear as his eyes that will never turn red. You like it. Your heart never stopped aching. You should savor this brief time with him.

“Sure. Let’s fuck all night and the whole of tomorrow.”

His offer with a ridiculous timeline made you laugh. Excitement bloomed inside of your chest. You licked your lip. “That sounds good.”

He winked, brazenly licking the seam of your lips, kissing you deeply. He pulled his fingers, drawing a whimper from you. His cock pressed against your messy pussy. As he slipped in his cock, his fangs teased your lips.

You wrapped your arms around him.

All you could do was get lost in this pleasure.

You tried ignoring the odd lump in your throat, the stabbing claws sinking around your heart.

You tried.

And you failed.

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[bots-and-cons]

Just saw that your requests are open and would like to request an angst/no comfort scenario for Megatron.

Imagine his romantic partner defected to the autobots because of the violent behavior of the cons and was presumed MIA. Once both fractions are on earth, the s/o shows up and both meet each other again after a long time during a fight.

I hope everything is understandable. (Sorry for grammar mistakes, english is not my main languages)

A/N: Oh boy, I love writing angst and the little sprinkle of “no comfort” is just great lol. I also have this scenario which I wrote like years ago, but it’s also total angst with Megatron. I also got an idea for a part 2. Idk if I’ll ever get around to it, but we’ll see

He couldn’t believe his optics. It was you, it was really you. The video from his troops' first battle on this puny planet was playing on the screen and you were right there. You were fighting against the decepticons you had once been a part of, alongside the autobots and that damned Prime.

“Turn it off” Megatron growled at Starscream.

“That traitor, I’ll have them disassembled for this” Starscream hissed as he paused the feed.

“You will do no such thing! Now leave me!” Megatron raised his voice, not even glancing at the seeker.

His optics were fixed on the screen. It couldn’t be anyone else, he knew that frame as well as he did his own, or at least he did in the past. How many more scars had you acquired during your time away from him? How much had you changed? How much had the autobots managed to brainwash you for you to fight alongside them?

Back when you had joined the autobots, you had been lost. You couldn’t stand the decepticons and their cruelty anymore, but above all you couldn’t watch what Megatron was becoming. He wasn’t the same mech you had fallen in love with so long ago. You had tried to reason with him so many times, but it always seemed to fall on deaf ears. Even the way he looked at you wasn’t the same as it had been. There was something dark about it, something wrong. You weren’t even sure if there was love in his optics anymore when he looked at you. It was such a drastic contrast to the warm, loving gaze the two of you once shared. So you left, you left behind all your friends, everyone you knew and your whole life. You hoped that maybe you could make up for some of the pain you had caused by joining the autobots.

You had a reputation among the autobots of course. The partner of Megatron, the mech that was the root of all evil. The one who had stood by the most terrible warlord the galaxy had ever seen, while he had destroyed your home planet and slaughtered countless of your fellow cybertronians. You knew you had a responsibility to try to balance the scales. You just wished you’d realized it sooner.

Megatron needed to find you, he needed to know why and how you disappeared. The thought of you leaving him of your own free will had never really even crossed his mind. He had been sure you’d been captured by the autobots, that you hadn’t just left him, but now his faith in that was wavering. He needed to know the truth, and he needed to hear it from you.

Megatron was on earth. That certainly explained the uneasy sense of dread you’d been feeling, but when you heard Ratchet say the words, it didn’t make you feel better. If anything, you felt even worse. You had never wanted to see him again, but now he was here. You were on the same planet as him again, and you didn’t know what to do or how to feel. You would have to face him eventually, probably in the field of battle, and you didn’t know if you could handle it. You didn’t give him an explanation, you just left during one mission and never went back. You would never go back. The autobots, even during war, had shown you a world of empathy, kindness and true friendship. They were your family. Something you never really had with the decepticons.

Even though you wanted to, you didn’t hate him. Somewhere deep inside, you might’ve still even loved him, but you had pushed those feelings aside long ago. When the time came, you would be willing to pay for your sins with your life if that’s what was needed. If it would save others, you would give your life to save your allies from the one you once called the love of your life. If someone had to die by his hand, you’d rather it be you than anyone else.

It took weeks, but when Megatron finally got word that you had appeared at an energon mine with a couple of autobots, he rushed there, not wasting a second. When he finally saw you on the battlefield, you looked the same as you did the day he lost you. The two of you looked at each other, and for just a second, it was like there was no one else there. For a moment, it was just the two of you, and for a moment Megatron was convinced things could be like they had once been. Then it happened, you turned your blaster towards him and the look in your optics was one he’d never seen before.

You hesitated, just for a split second, but that was enough for him to dodge your shot. You could see his expression change as you fired. He looked like he couldn’t believe what you’d done. That you would turn your weapon against him. Then it came, that look of rage and that the burning hatred you’d seen him aim at so many others. There was a time you’d been sure he’d never look at you like that, but here you were. You were aiming to kill the one you used to love more than anything, and you almost couldn’t bear it.

Megatron couldn’t believe that it had come to this. The one he had loved and still loved was attempting to kill him. He had given you everything, and you were trying to take his life. This must have been the work of the autobots. There was no other option, you would never try to hurt him of your own free will. He looked around frantically with a crazed look in his optics and pinpointed the Prime in the middle of the battle.

You could see Megatron looking at Optimus and you knew what he was thinking. You moved before you could even really think. Megatron was so laser focused on Optimus, that you managed to tackle him and make him fall off the cliff behind him. You fell with him.

Megatron didn’t even realize what he’d done before his back hit the ground. The fall wasn’t long, so it didn’t really affect him, but when he noticed he had wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner to shield you from the fall, he didn’t know what to think. The anger that had just been burning in his chest was gone, and all he could think about was having you in his arms again.

“Let me go” you said quietly as he kept holding onto you, while laying on the ground on his back.

He couldn’t help but ask. He had to know, he had to hear it from you.

“What happened to you?” Megatron asked, still holding you so you couldn’t get away. Your arms were pinned to your sides, and you were laying on his chest, facing him.

You couldn’t look at him. You were afraid that if you did, you would throw away everything you had built with the autobots just because he looked at you lovingly again. You were afraid you would give in and go back to him. You didn’t want that. You would never be treated like that again. You wouldn’t be treated like an object, or a trophy he could parade around.

“Let me go” you repeated, forcing the words out of your mouth.

Megatron hesitated for a moment, but he decided to let you go. He wanted an explanation, but no matter what it was, he was going to take you with him. 

You got some distance between him and yourself, but you still didn’t look at him. Not in the optics anyway. He looked the same he had the day you left, but there was a different, more destructive air about him.

“What happened to you?” he repeated.

You weren’t going to answer, and you didn’t owe him an explanation, but you still opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, a nearby explosion interrupted you.

“Come on (Name), we have to go!” Arcee yelled from on top of the cliff.

You looked up at Arcee and then glanced at Megatron, who took a step towards you. You could guess what he was thinking. He surely wanted to take you with him, but you couldn’t allow that to happen. You swiftly started climbing back to the top of the cliff.

Megatron took another step forward, but froze as he noticed a few of the autobots standing on top of the cliff, pointing their blasters at him. He considered his options for a moment, and no matter how much he wanted to drag you back to the Nemesis with him, it wasn’t worth a potentially serious injury. All he could do was watch as you climbed up and got to the top of the cliff. You were going to slip away again. You were going to be taken away from him again.

You were about to leave, but you finally gave into the desire to look back at Megatron. This time you met his gaze, and you could feel yourself growing confused as soon as you met his optics. You weren’t sure what to make of his expression. For a second, just a second, you thought you could see the old him. The one before the war started, the one you’d fallen in love with so long ago, but that thought faded as his optics grew colder and his expression hardened. Now all you could see was that same jealousy and possessiveness you’d seen before you left him. He looked at you like a possession, something he owned, something that he thought had been stolen from him and something that he would tear through anything to get back. That thought terrified you.

He would get you back, and he would do anything to make that happen. He would rip apart the autobots to get to you and make sure you could never be taken from him again. You were his, and he would get you back and never let you go again.

[myunghology]

how knights act like with a crush — 1/2 parts!

featuring tsukasa, ritsu, leo x gn reader

warnings swearing 💔

genre + layout fluff/crack, headcanons/bulleted layout

a/n YIPPEE reqs open for knights 😈

s. tsukasa

2nd place for in denial awards, 1st being izumi.. unfortunately! he isn't here.

denies liking you FOR SO LONG it's so sickening, even though it's painfully obvious that he does like you; he just doesn't realize that.

the only reason is because he says a relationship would be too distracting, because obviously, with his idol work and being the next heir of the suou family, he can't a afford a relationship right now. “who says they would even date you?” “RITSU STOP BEING MEAN” “I'M NOT??”

has a habit of buying you food, incase you didn't eat yet. does this LITERALLY everyday, and even if you did eat already, he'd probably just say; “oh.. then you can just eat this later.”

and of course his members would tease him about his ‘not-crush’.. yeahhh totally they believe that (more under the cut!)

“suo~ you to~tally have a crush on [name] don't you?” — leo. “i-i don't! where'd you even get that from..?!” — tsukasa.

has a harder time to suppress his emotions for you if you're clingy. are you wishing for this death at this point? please stop that..

gets so visibly flustered whenever you hug him, saying that quote unquote “it's inappropriate because we're in a workplace” erm okay...... don't act like you don't like it you silly goose (insult)

when you do stop tho he gets upset. “you brought this upon yourself idk why ur so sad dawg” — knights “STOP”

you noticed that, obviously.. so you decided that the best option was to probably..? keep hugging him.

“why do you keep on doing this?” (HE'S WON IN LIFE) “plz stop being delusional..”

probably. asks advice from arashi mainly because she's the only trustable one in knights. (maybe ritsu too but he currently doesn't know where he is right now) if he really does like you. “WELL............... *proceeds to recite a whole paragraph*" — arashi.

“oh.”

AFTER MONTHS. of denying his crush on you. he has decided to finally face his fears and accept it. like the big boy he i-

has been taking care of you more, asking how are you through text, but still with perfect grammar and punctuations. tsukasa do you want to tell [name] anything.

TAKES SOOOOO long to plan on how to confess. bro it probably takes him a month to confess (planning included). that's for another fic tho.

s. ritsu

doesn't like the fact that he likes you because the feeling is annoying. he hates the fact that he wants your attention everyday, every moment. but he can't help that he wants to be loved.. right? (im just like him fr. head in hands)

the way he's looking at you with stars in his eyes whenever he isn't sleeping, his shoulders are slumped while he's sitting down, looking up at you arranging knights' schedule for this week. “fix your posture, ritsu..” “o-oh..”

he feels a weird thing in his stomach whenever you defend him from people belittling him. other students have done this for him before, but why when it's coming from you.. it's different somehow.

but when they shit talk YOU because of him... OHOHOOOO he's gonna start a riot.

“ritsu.. please stop biting people to the point that they'll bleed.” “NO.”

he often finds himself clinging to you and laying on your lap! especially after once he decided that he can't control his feelings, so.. typically he just tries to embrace it.

but in all honesty? ritsu's genuinely afraid that you might think he's too clingy and you would want to distance yourself from him.

he feels a great sense of warmth when you do return his affection back tho (ﾉ´∀｀*) . he feels soooo content with you— he already wants to be with you in the future!

ritsu often hugs you from your back whenever you're doing something, which often makes people ask, “are you two dating..?” to which you deny. ritsu feels sad.. he just doesn't know that you want it to be true as well.

sometimes he's the one who answers tho, and he says, “yes. we are (#‵′)” which IMMEDIATELY flusters you, and ritsu being ritsu, he definitely teases you about it, and once he found that out, he answers for you and teases you about your ‘cute, little flustered face.’

+ one for them filipino ritsuP's (fem, sorry 😭) he'd definitely call you “misis ko”

t. leo

his crush is either painfully obvious or absolutely no one can tell if it's platonic or romantic love; mainly because he says ‘i love you’ and is painfully affectionate and clingy to everyone.

probably leaning to more obvious though. It really depends.

someone could be like “leo, [name] is there oh!”“WHERE?!”

they were just kidding.

...thats what makes having a crush on him so hard. he gives these mixed signals but then you quickly realize he does those to other people as well.

he's definitely one of those people who's awkward with their crush. “thank you for being here to see us practice! and.. for being so beautiful..“ “what?” “BRAVE. thank you for being so BRAVE.”

hugs you randomly?? from the back, side, or front bro and INHALES your scent like it's the last thing he'll be smelling until he loses his sense of smell 💀

pay attention to someone else and he's gonna be wiping his tears with a hamster.

HE GETS SOOOOO JEALOUS to the point that you don't know whether to laugh or be concerned. is it really how a friend should be worrying about you? HMMMM

“im gonna be producing another new unit for awhile—” “NUH UH. NO! YOU'RE ONLY OURS!” “LEO-SAN THEY DON'T BELONG TO US”

writes multiple love songs about you and knights definitely tease him about it. you probably somehow find it while cleaning up his messes...

sounds something a little bit like lovers by anna of the north or either from the start by laufey! or... love like you from steven universe <3

or if it's a sappy song, take romantic homicide or let you break my heart again as a reference.

“but [name] is gonna be busy again today.” “aaaUGGhHHHHHHh 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔”

he cannot physically stay away from you for more than a day. if you go to another country— best believe knights will have a concert there.

©myunghology — skiffydi

[loves0phelia]

Jumanji

Summery: You and your friends get detention, find a weird video game, decide to play and earn the consequences.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: bad grammar.

A/N: Idk why i decide to do a jumanji au fic but here it is i hope you'll like it xxx

The sound of footsteps echoes in the hallway as students exit their receptive classroom after the bell rang signalling the beginning of lunch break.

You kept your gaze low, clutching your books tightly to your chest, and headed to your locker. You let out a quiet sigh of relief as you reached it. You began spinning the combination lock, when—

"BOO!" A loud voice shouted right next to your ear.

You jumped,  heart, leaping into your throat, nearly dropping all the books you held. You whipped around, eyes wide, only to be met with Chrissy’s grinning face.

"Gotcha!" Chrissy said, laughing playfully.

"Chrissy! You scared me!" you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Sorry. It's just too easy to scare you! You're always so jumpy." Chrissy giggled, flipping her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, and leaning against the locker next to yours.

“So… where are you going to eat lunch? At my table or are you going to go with your boyfriend?” You both started walking away from the lockers, lunchbox in hand, to join the other students in the cafeteria.

Her question made a blush creep into your face, tinting your cheeks a rosy colour.

“Eddie is not my boyfriend, Chris. I barely even hang out with him” You sighed.

“It's kinda funny how you knew exactly who I was talking about though” She giggled again, and bumped your shoulder with hers, teasing you.

You only rolled your eyes at her and pushed the cafeteria doors open ignoring her. The doors swung open and right away you were both met with the bustling noise of the lunchtime crowd, students chatting, trays clattering, and the usual lunchtime chaos filling the air. But something was off.

You slowed down and noticed a cluster of students gathered in a tight circle near the center of the cafeteria. There was a low murmur spreading through the crowd, the kind of tension that only meant one thing.

“Wait… what’s going on?” you asked, your brow furrowing.

“I don’t know… “ Chrissy stood on her tiptoes, trying to see over the heads of the crowd. “it looks like—oh no.” Her face paled, and before you could ask anything, Chrissy darted forward, pushing through the crowd.

You rushed after her and muttered apologies every time you squeezed past another student.

When you finally pushed past the last student blocking the view of the middle of the circle, you saw them. Jason and Eddie. They were squaring off, chests puffed out, faces red with anger. Jason's hands were clenched into fists, and Eddie looked like he was one second away from throwing a punch.

“What the hell are you two doing?!” Chrissy shouted, storming right up to them and grabbing Jason’s hand in hers in case he was ready to throw his fist at Eddie’s face, her voice was cutting through the noise like a blade.

“The freak started it,” Jason accused, his voice sharp with frustration.

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie shot back, stepping forward. “You were talking sh-”

“Seriously? I was talking shit?!” Jason stepped forward too. Making both boys inches apart.

"What's going on here?" 

You felt your stomach drop as you turned to see Principal Coleman standing at the edge of the circle with his arms crossed, his eyes sweeping over the scene. The whole cafeteria seemed to fall silent the moment he appeared.

“Oh no,” Chrissy whispered under her breath, shooting you a worried look.

The principal walked forward, his gaze moving between Eddie, Jason, Chrissy, and you. 

“Mr. Munson, Mr. Carver,” Principal Thompson addressed them, his voice cold, “would either of you like to explain why there’s a crowd gathered around you, and why you two looked about ready to throw punches in my cafeteria?”

Jason shifted uncomfortably on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. “We, uh… It was just a misunderstanding, sir. Nothing serious” 

“Nothing serious? When all the students are surrounding you guys I know everything is serious.” The principal raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

Both boys opened their mouths to speak but couldn’t come up with anything that would change the principal’s mind. Principal Thompson’s gaze then shifted to you and Chrissy, his eyes hardening.

“And what about you two? Just bystanders?” His tone suggested that he wasn’t buying that for a second.

You felt a lump rise in her throat as you shook your head quickly. “No, we didn’t do anything! We just got here and tried to stop them before it got worse.”

Chrissy nodded in agreement. “We weren’t part of the fight, I swear.”

“Well with what I can see right now you’re involved” His eyes shifted to Chrissy's hand that is still holding onto Jason's fist, and then to you in front of Eddie suggesting you were in the middle of it all. “The four of you need to understand that actions have consequences.”

“I expect more from all of you, especially you two,” he said, glancing between you girls. “I’m disappointed. You should’ve come to me or a teacher immediately instead of trying to handle it yourselves.”

Chrissy opened her mouth to protest, but Principal Thompson cut her off with a sharp look. “Enough. All four of you—detention. Today after school.”

Your heart sank, you never got detention, and now you were getting one unfairly? You wanted to say something but Instead, you just stood there, not wanting to aggravate the consequences.

“I’ll see you all in detention. And trust me, if this kind of behaviour happens again, there will be far more serious consequences.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the four of you standing in stunned silence. The cafeteria slowly resumed its usual noise, but for you and Chrissy, the weight of the unfair punishment lingered.

“Detention? Seriously?” Chrissy muttered under her breath, crossing her arms tightly.

You and Eddie exchanged looks and you saw the guilt in his eyes. You were mad at Principal Coleman but you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at him even though he and Jason had put you and your best friend in this situation.

“Welcome to detention” The woman smiled brightly but was met with frowns and sighs which was expected.

“Mister the principal thinks it would be too easy for you all to sit and look at the ceiling for a couple of hours so he thought of a brilliant idea” She pointed her finger to the mess on the floor and the shelves. All of you looked at her quizzingly.

“This place is gonna get turned into an office and obviously we need it cleaned out so today you are all going to be cleaning out the mess, and don't worry if you're not done today you can come back tomorrow” She smiled but her voice was full of malice.

“Tomorrow?” You all said in unison.

“But tomorrow is Saturday?!” Jason added. 

“Well I guess then you should get to work” She clapped her hands together and left the room leaving you all alone in the dark and cold basement.

“I can't believe we're stuck here because of you guys!” Chrissy groaned, you had been down here for hours now and the room didn't seem to get any cleaner.

The gray walls were still lined with old posters that had been hanging there since forever, and the desks were scratched with initials from past students who had served their time. You sighed and tried to continue cleaning. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, the minutes dragging by painfully.

Your eyes lazily scanned the room, and that's when something caught your attention in the back corner.

Curiosity tugged at you, and before you knew it, you had started to make your way over to it.

“Y/N,” Chrissy whispered harshly, “What are you doing?”

“I just… want to check something out,” Y/N muttered, brushing off the dust from the top of the box. The box had a symbol, indicating that it was not to be opened.

Jason noticed and leaned over. “What is that thing?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know… but it looks like it has been here for a while.”

Eddie stood up from his chair across the room, curiosity getting the better of him. “Open it,” he said in a low voice, leaning over you, his chin almost laying on your shoulder  “Come on, let’s see what’s inside.”

“Maybe we should leave it alone” Chrissy warned, though her eyes looked nervously toward the box as well.

Ignoring the voice of reason in your head, you carefully pried open the latch. The box creaked as it opened, revealing an old gaming console nestled inside. It was strange—unlike any console you had ever seen. It had a small screen on the front and four controllers with wires. 

Jason leaned in closer, squinting. “Dude, it looks like something out of ancient history” You rolled your eyes in your head, it didn't look that old.

Chrissy, despite her initial hesitation, stood next to Y/N. “It kind of reminds me of a Nintendo, maybe it's an old console of the company or something?” 

“Do you think we should try it?”

Eddie grinned, always up for something reckless. “We’re already in detention. What’s the worst that could happen?”  Earning nods from everyone he took the game from your hands and plugged it in the old dusty TV that was in the corner of the room. The console buzzed to life with a low hum, and the screen flickered open, displaying the name.

“Jumanji?” 

“I've never heard of this game before”

Suddenly, the screen blinked again, showing the words “Choose your player”

“Cassian Vox, the skilled leader," Eddie said as he read the name and description of one of the characters. He pressed a button on the controller signaling he had chosen his avatar.

“Come on your turn, sweetheart” he took the second controller and handed it to you, your eyes scanning over the 3 remaining characters.

“I'll be… Kyomi, the killer of men?” Eddie laughed beside you and bumped his hips against yours. 

“My turn! I'll pick Ivy, nature expert” Chrissy chose her character excitingly.

“I'll be Professor Oberon, curvy genius” Jason laughed, “of course, I'm the genius” 

Without warning, the controllers vibrated in everyone's hands. You all exchanged nervous looks. 

“Welcome to Jumanji” The sound echoed in the basement. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a deep, rhythmic thud filled the air.

It was slow at first—like the beat of a drum. 

Thud… Thud… Thud…

The sound reverberated through the basement, growing louder with each beat.

“What the heck is that?” Chrissy yelled over the drums beating.

You pressed your hands to your ears. The pounding wasn’t just coming from the game—it was like it was in the air, in the entire school.

“It's the game!” Jason shouted over the noise. “It’s doing something!”

Thud… Thud…

You all exchanged panicked looks as the sound grew louder, each beat shaking the ground beneath you. Chrissy's face paled, her eyes wide. “Stop this game!”

“unplug it!” Jason yelled. 

Eddie rushed forward to the cord and pulled it. For a brief second, it seemed like it was back to normal. But victory was short-lived when the game came back to life with a green explosion. 

Thud… Thud… Thud..

You felt your entire body go numb. A powerful wind whipped through the detention room, though there were no open windows.

"What's happening?!" Chrissy screamed,

“What's wrong with your hands!” Jason shouted over the drums.

“I don't- I don't know” You felt a strange pulling sensation, like something was yanking you into the console itself. Your arms were blurring into a green wave, your entire body was starting to disappear leaving the others absolutely shocked.

“What the hell!” Eddie yelled, but his voice was distant like it was coming from underwater because of how his own body was getting pulled into the game like you just had.

Both Eddie’s and Chrissy’s screams faded into the void as they were completely disappearing.

“I don't want to die!” Jason cried when his turn came.

Suddenly the room filled with noise was silent as if nobody was even there in the first place.

THUD.

You landed hard on your back, the impact knocking the breath out of your lungs. You blinked rapidly.

“What the heck?" You groaned, slowly pushing yourself up onto your elbows. The ground beneath you wasn’t the cold, tiled floor of the detention room anymore. It was soft grass?

You looked around, your eyes widening in disbelief. You weren't in the school anymore.

"Where… are we?" Chrissy’s voice was barely a whisper.

Jason and Eddie groaned, both sitting up and brushing dirt off their clothes. “Okay, what kind of joke is this!” 

You all turned facing each other but it wasn't you?

“Who are you?” Jason asked

“Who are you?” Eddie returned the question

“Who is she?” Jason ignored his question.

“Who are you guys?!” you yelled and scanned your eyes over all of them.

But nobody answered, you were all too busy noticing your new features. Your voice all sounded different, your hair and your clothes were all changed.

You looked down at yourself finally noticing the gown that you did not have on before, your hair was silky and cascading down your shoulders hidden by scarf. Your hands were bare before and now they were dressed with fingerless gloves and some kind of silver art piece.

“What happened to my hair?!” Your eyes shot up to the voice.

The guy had short jet-black hair and was dressed in black and gold armour. He had a weapon on the side of his hip and some kind of green scarf around his shoulder down to his thigh.

“What is this!” Your eyes left the guy to scan over the girl.

Her hair was a beautiful shade of red and braided to the side, a sword accompanied her pirate-looking corset and The boots she had on were almost to her knees.

“No! No, no, no!” 

The last one remaining had a bucket hat and glasses, he looked like an amateur detective. 

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.”

“I think we're in the game…” you muttered.