#last boss x y/n

[keysmashingfantasies]

Hi! 🫧

I'm not sure if you write for Last boss but i'm sending my request in anyways 😖

(I'm sorry this is so long 😕) But my idea is that the reader and last boss were together before the borderlands and when they entered the borderlands they got split apart and didn't think they'd ever see each other again. To have it make sense, the reader becomes friends with Usagi and Arisu and so when they all arrive at the beach, the reader and last boss finally meet each other again and it's a little bit angsty and fluffy between them?

if i write last boss????? that man is babygirl. and i don't mind long requests at all!! thank you for requesting and feedback is always welcome!

"Son! Y/N is here! She brought food for you, isn't it nice? Won't you come out to talk to her?", he heard his mom's muffled voice through the door as he tapped away about a newly discovered endeavor, of a group of hikers that after being lost for months in the woods were found dead after killing each other. He was so caught up that he missed the "I'm sorry, really. You know how he is" "It's fine, don't worry".

You met Samura Takatora in unusual circumstances: you had commented in one of his blog posts talking about world exploration, how people go through the utmost dangerous experiences and processes just to experiment the illusion of freedom, talking about how he couldn't be free if he really wanted to. About how he was restraining himself, about how all people were. Being choked by social norms and expectations. You felt for him. Felt seen. And so you decided to comment on it, and surprisingly he replied and you started to message each other back and forth and, after he told you he lived relatively close, you took it upon yourself to visit him. You weren't as surprised as any other person would, actually, not after talking to him for a while. He told you all about how he lived his life and although you'd thought it was a red flag at first, he got to you and you started to grow even closer when you managed to see him face to face, even hidden behind his long bangs and facial hair. It wasn't a normal relationship by any means. Like a wounded animal, you had to carefully get close to him, otherwise it seemed like you'd scare him away. The first time you held his hand he seemed like he turned into stone, his droopy shoulders almost coming up to his ears. You were his first partner, after all. Most of the time you just sat in silence in his stuffy room while he tapped away hunched over his computer. You kind of understood why he locked himself away, covering his windows, sitting in darkness. It's like time stood still in there, especially when you were with him.

And then everything changed.

-

If someone was to ask you what was the worst feeling you ever felt, it most definitely was running for your life. You had been in your way to bring groceries to Samura and his mom when you saw fireworks and as soon as you walked in his building, the power went off.

After only a few games, and seeing more deaths in about a week than in your entire life, you got the hang of it pretty quick. Look down, hide away, play in the games and try to find a way to go home. Sometimes you remembered Samura, when you were locked away in some random dark place during daytime. You hoped he didn't think you abandoned him.

Thankfully, you met Arisu and Usagi on a game right after. And when they told you they had seen cars and people with numbered bracelets, that those people could have the answers to what was happening, you were in. You needed to go back and find him.

-

The Beach was a very weird place. It was a complete escape from reality. There, you got the same feeling you did in Samura's room: like time stood still. Everyone was partying around the clock, and nothing was off limits, all always accompanied by blaring bass boosted music. You were on the poolside with Arisu and Usagi when the militants arrived.

Suddenly you were almost at the point of passing out. The music had been stopped at the request of the guy with the rifle but there was still the sound of blood rushing to your head. As long fingers wrapped around your bicep, you could hear hollering from the other armed people.

"Finally, Last Boss is about to get some!", the guy with the rifle shouted, waving it around and cackling.

You could only look up at him. He was so so different, but the eyes were the same. It was him.

Last Boss?

-

"Samura...", you mumbled, still looking up at him in a nearly catatonic state. He had all but dragged you to his room, egged on by his militant friends, and now he stood in front of you like a totally new person.

Head and face shaved, with tribal designs on it, that dragged down his arms. But his eyes, his delicate cupid's bow, even his stance. It was unmistakably him.

"That's not my name anymore. I'm Last Boss in this world", he said.

"What do you mean, this world? You look so different, and you have a katana and I was going to see you and I saw fireworks and then everything is so insane!", you word vomited, all of the stress of constant fight or flight crashing down on you.

"This new world is for the few chosen ones, what I dreamed of. What I talked about on the blog all the time. True life comes with the constant death", he said in a monotone voice. "And you're here now. That's even more proof that this is meant to happen".

"What?", you felt dizzy. "What are you saying?". You had tears brimming your eyes and instead of tensing up like he usually did when you showed any exacerbated emotion, he just chuckled, and took slow decided steps towards you, making you back up until you hit the wall. "Samura...", you closed your eyes, letting tears fall, his big hands on both sides of your face.

"That's not my name anymore", he simply said. No emotion, just a fact. Like "the sky is blue". "Say it for me".

"Last Boss...", you said. It felt foreign on your mouth but not bad. Specially with the way he looked happy. Happier than you had ever seen him.

"You don't like the death, that's what it's about?", he asked as if tranquilizing a child. To be fair, you were acting like one, nodding your head with a wobbly bottom lip and seeking refuge on his chest where he gladly welcomed you.

"People must die. They do all the time because death is what makes life, this place is where we are meant to be", he said.

"No, it's not! We're not meant to be here, we need to go back!", you pleaded with him, grasping his shoulders with desperate hands.

"Go back?", he frowned, arms falling back on his sides.

"You... You don't want to come back with me?", you looked and sounded heartbroken. You missed him so much and now that you finally found him, he was telling you that he wanted to be forever in an insane world.

"I saw how tired you were. When you used to come to my place so stressed after work. How you complained about people pretending, being hypocrites. How sad you were when people would judge you. Here, there's none of that. People respect you for who you are, what you show. You earn each and every day of your life to never be taken for granted", he said it so earnestly it touched you deep. You remembered seeing pictures of snowy mountains and dense forests, laying your head on his shoulder and saying how much you wished to be whisked away with him somewhere else. Maybe this was meant to be after all.

"I...", you eyed his katana wearily. Would you be able to do what it took to stay there forever? So far you didn't have to kill anyone but what if one day...

"What I did to my body is my vow of commitment to this world. I'm not going back", he was looking into your eyes with such intensity it's like the two of you were the only ones in the whole world.

"I don't know if... Don't know how I...", you looked at his katana yet again. He simply smiled, stepping back and reaching behind his back to take it out. He stepped closer, letting the cool blade touch your extended palms that fell from his shoulders and you trembled.

"I'll teach you. And then you'll stay. Will you?", he said and you nodded. You wanted him. And you knew that you would do anything to keep him alive and by your side and he, you. And if you didn't have to worry with him getting stares and whispers or you having to juggle to pay bills then it's all the better for you.

He put his katana back on it's sheath, suddenly taking you by the hand and pulling you towards the door of the room.

"Last Boss", you asked and he paused to look back at you like you had sang with the voice of a thousand angels. "Where are we going?". He leaned over until his nose brushed yours.

"I'm introducing you to my tattoo artist".

[so-many-fandoms-here]

Sfw-Alphabet

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice <3)

• Characters: Takatora Samura (Last Boss), fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff, angst

• Warnings: mention of death

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Affection: (how affectionate are they?)

He has difficulties showing his affection towards you because he never felt this way about anyone else before.

He would write about you and after a while he is comfortable enough to show them to you.

Would probably look for a tattoo artist again after a while to get your name or something related to you tattooed.

Beauty: (what do they find especially attractive about you)

He honestly has no clue how he noticed and fell for you in the first place. You suddenly were there and he couldn’t get you out if his mind again.

It’s you as a whole. Everything about you is just so breathtaking.

Comfort: (how would they comfort you? How would you comfort them)

At first he wouldn’t know how to react and was even afraid to ask. After a while where you always told him what you need in this situations he knew what to do and how to read you.

Dreams: (how do they imagine their future with you)

He hopes that you will stay with him in Borderland. He doesn’t want to go back into the real world and dreams about staying here with you, playing games together and eventually die together.

Ending: (how would they break up with you)

I believe he would just start to ignore you until you are the one who breaks up with him.

Fight: (how would an argument with them look like)

Takatora wouldn’t be saying a word. He wouldn’t get angry or aggressive either. He’d just stand there silently and would wait until you’re done with talking. Then he would either look sad or hurt. Usually you both apologize to each other real quick. You both don’t want to waste the time you have left with fights.

Gentle: (how gentle are they? Physically and emotionally)

With you Takatora is surprisingly gentle with his every actions.

Hugs: (do they like hugs? How do their hugs feel like)

He absolutely loves to hug you. Only when you’re in private tho. He would whisper things like „I’m yours“ and „You’re mine“ while holding you tight.

I Love You: (how fast did they say the L-word)

As soon he was sure he really did love you. You two were already together for quite some time and lied next to each other like almost every night when he suddenly whispered it.

„I love you.“

„Huh?“

„I love you.“

At first you were too stunned to speak. Both of you just looking at the dark ceiling when you answered.

„I love you too Takatora.“

Jealousy: (do they get jealous easily? How are they when they’re jealous)

Poor man gets jealous as easy as Niragis gun goes off. Means pretty often.

He’s ashamed of that because he doesn’t want to look like he isn’t trusting you because he trust’s you with his whole heart. He just can’t help it. He can’t shut out the thoughts of you with someone else.

One look is enough tho for you to notice how he feels and you reassure him at the first given opportunity.

Often he sucks it up and overthinks.

Kisses: (where do they like to kiss you? Where they like to be kissed)

He absolutely loves to kiss your hands. Every finger, every knuckle, the back of your hand, the palm of your hand, everything.

Kiss his neck and his shoulder and you will have this man melting in your hands. - Actually just kiss him anywhere he absolutely adores your lips on his body. <3

Little Ones: (how are they around children? Do they want own children)

It’s not like he doesn’t like children he just don’t know how to act around them. He also doesn’t want own kids.

Marriage: (do they want to marry)

Not necessarily but if it was your wish he would do it.

Nicknames: (how do they call you)

In front of others he would use your name only if he even talks in the first place. Usually he just looks at you in public.

In private he would sometimes answer with „yes love?“ if you call him.

Open: (how fast would they open up to you)

It would take a while especially because he wants to let his past behind him. Eventually he’d tells you, you just need to be patient.

Patience: (how easily angered are they)

I’m not sure if it’s even possible for you to anger or annoy him.

Quizzes: (how much do they remember about you)

If you tell Takatora something you can be sure it will stay in his memory. It’s like he wrote it down somewhere in the back of his mind.

Romantic: (how romantic are they)

He tries. He really tries. But because of the circumstances and the fact he has no experience it always fails. Sometimes he doesn’t even notices that whatever he does or prepared isn’t romantic at all but his efforts and the way he looks at you are just too cute to tell him.

Security: (how protective are they? Do you protect them)

He protects you with everything he’s got and is ready to kill and to die for you.

He doesn’t want you to protect him but still appreciates it with his whole heart if you do it anyways.

Try: (how much effort do they put in dates, gifts, etc.)

To others it may seems like he ain‘t putting any effort in it but boy he does. Just on his own way not everyone can understand.

Ugly: (what are some bad habits of theirs)

The fact he kills everyone with his gazes that is looking at you.

He tends to overthink his jealousy instead of talking to you about it. It seems like he’s ignoring you but in reality he doesn’t know how to express his worries.

Vanity: (how concerned are they with their looks)

Not at all. He loves it anyways when you tell him you find him attractive.

Whole: (would they feel incomplete without you)

Absolutely.

Xtra: (random headcanon)

If you’d die he would stop caring about his own survival.

Yuck: (what are some things they don’t like)

If you would play hard to get. Got no time for even more games.

Zzz… (some of their sleeping habits)

You rarely catch hin sleeping. Usually he’s awake when you’re falling asleep and when you’re waking up.

Sometimes you can catch a short glimpse at him if you wake up in the middle of the night. Mostly laying on his back with his head turned in your direction. But as soon as you move or do literally anything he will wake up.

[savannahsdeath]

heyy! this is my first time asking a request but can you do more mafia ellie? i love her sm omg 🤭

MAFIA!ELLIE X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! mentions of ellie not having time for reader;(( finger sucking? cum eating just smut and ellie ending up shoving her fingers in your mouth because .

writers note: inspired by @seattlesellie 's fic though hers about abby 🤭(read it here) .. i found it days ago and just couldnt get this out of my head goshhh and finding it again was so hard !!

: ̗̀➛ "yeah, good fuckin' job." ellie mumbled in a raspy whisper.

you could see her arm muscles tense as her grip on her phone tightened. you bit your lip and threw your head back, leaning it on her shoulder.

it wasn't supposed to be like that. not at all.

: ̗̀➛ she told you she has a day off - well, she's her own boss, so she could have one any day, but her job is hard to take a break of. there's always some problems or complications. or unexpected calls, like this one. of course, she apologised a hundred times before picking it off (not really, she just murmured a half-assed 'sorry, babe'), but it didn't make it any less annoying.

: ̗̀➛ so you ended up pressed against her chest with legs spread wide open, making room for her right hand, which, much to your surprise, didn't slid out of you.

"ellie—" you let out a desperate mewl, feeling her fingers slow down as her focus shifted to the person on the phone.

she shushed you, planting a loving kiss on your neck, which only added fuel to your neediness.

"i know." she whispered, curling her fingers inside of you to prove her point. she straightened up as if whoever she was talking with could see her previous posture. "uhh, yeah... could you repeat?"

her every move would force a sound out of the back of your throat, every touch of her lips on your neck whenever she wasn't the one speaking left dark marks on your skin. you held onto her hand, digging your nails into her forearm what didn't bother her at all. being silent wasn't easy, it took lots of self-control which disappeared in ellie's presence.

: ̗̀➛ it was even harder when the "good fuckin' job" turned out to be something more like "fucked job". that's when you finally earned her focus. her fingers found the perfect way to calm her down, take some anger out and let her listen to your beautiful moans. you really tried to be quiet, but all you could do is purse your lips, what only muffled all the little whimpers.

"look, if you don't figure it out till tomorrow, you're fucking dead." she hissed, her frustration spreading through her whole body - from head to toes.

you felt the electricity cumulating in her fingers, you felt how mad she was. oh, yes, you felt that.

"i—" you whined, tugging on her arm to get even more of the attention.

"hushh..." she clicked her tongue, turning back to her phone. "i'm not kidding. your wife's gonna get your head as a christmas gift, if i'll feel generous."

every single word that escaped her mouth caused another gasp from you, because you didn't really listen to how harsh her statement was, you just enjoyed her raspy voice which was perfectly sychronised with her fingers. when she spoke slowly, her movement would also slow down, and, oh, how much you wanted to beg her to hang up.

"i don't care— no, shush, shut up." she hissed, but you felt better at the thought of you not being the only one who has to stay quiet now. "i have no idea how you'll do it, but you will, or i swear to god i—" her slim digits digged into you as she kissed your cheek, mumbling a tired; "fuckin' idiots" close to your ear while pulling away.

the man on the phone must start to get nervous, as his pathetic voice was now audible even for you. he kept apologizing and rambling nonsense, though ellie wasn't really interested in his excuses. plus, she had other things to do.

she used the little break as much as she could, pumping her fingers in and out of you and even slightly withdrawing her phone from her ear so she could listen to the sticky, dirty noises. nuzzling her face in your neck, she let out a long hum, either satisfied at the sound or to make the poor man think she cares. maybe both.

eventually, she continued her conversation. not forgetting about a disappointed, dramatic sigh first, of course. "any last wish?" she asked with an obvious smirk.

his voice raised even more, now not only apologizing but begging her for forgiveness. ellie never hurt any of her 'workers', unless they were traitors, so the fact that he took her seriously seemed unusual and, at some point, hilarious.

: ̗̀➛ you were so close, finally, after minutes of this torture - of your satisfaction disappearing for a few seconds just to come back... just to leave again, making your neediness take over. you bit your lip and looked at ellie, plopping your head on the crook of her neck. she felt how fastly and roughly you exhaled against her collarbone, grinning in amusement. you shifted, pressing your back even harder to her chest so you could feel it raising and falling as she breathes. your eyelids fell, making you get lost in a dark maze of every possible sense but sight.

"ellielliellie!" you whined, her name rang out in the dense, cold air.

your voice could be definitely heard on the other side of the phone, though the man didn't even stop his panicked rambling, what probably meant he was too busy to notice it.

she tsked as your throbbing walls clenched around her, her soaked fingers dripping on her palm. the ache which was persistently located somewhere deep in your body, maybe in the core of your bones, and didn't want to let go of you finally subsided. your hands almost unconsciously rested against your sides and as you opened your eyes you could see little moon shapes left on her forearm, where your nails digged into her.

it took you by complete surprise, not giving you time to react - though you wouldn't do anything anyway - before your pornographic moan got cut off with her digits sliding inside of your mouth. your saliva pooled down as your teeth grazed her flesh; salty and,, callous. her palm rested against your chin, forcing you to keep it raised.

"el—luhh" you tried to mumble but it came out as nothing like your girlfriend's name. it was slobbery, unclear and— disgusting.

she turned back to her phone, making you only able to guess what her expression was but she was, without a doubt, smirking. your tongue flopped flat beneath / against her fingers, earning a hum from ellie. as your pouty lips closed around her, her digits moved in deeper, causing you to gag for a second.

"c'mon, you'll live." she rolled her eyes, and you weren't sure which one of you is she talking to now - you, or the man who thinks he fights for his life, when in reality his 'threat' doesn't even listen to him?

your view range was violated by her grip, but you could see how unbothered she was through the corner of your eye. you could feel it - feel that her thighs don't tremble and clench, or that her breath is steady and deep, unlike yours.

as she shoved her fingers almost knuckles deep in your mouth, she spread them as if to gesture scissors and you swore you can read her mind, so you twirled your tongue around them, cleaning them up. your own juices got replaced with just as messy saliva, which small droplets cumulated in the corner of your lips. you couldn't help but suck on her digits, and the action itself made your eyes watery.

"you'll stay silent now, 'kay?" she spoke up in a mocking tone, and you couldn't tell who is she talking to again - no matter which one of you it was, you knew she wasn't asking and you hoped that the man realizes it too.

still, you nodded, making her whole hand follow your movements, what almost felt like she's the one controlling your body's reaction.

"of course you will." she cooed in a serious voice, though there was a different undertone - laced with taunting sweetnes.

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i have a request for the aib boys getting jealoussss, i love your workkk <3

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No matter how hard he tries not to look jealous, he's bad at it. ARISU would look very sad from a far as he watches you get in touch with an old male friend of yours whom he's heard from you that left the country a few years ago and returned a few days ago, but before leaving, that same old male friend confessed his feelings.

"I'm back, Arisu!"

So now what becomes of him? Is he going to get disposed now that he's back? Is the feelings that were once dead coming back to life? Did they even linger while you were dating him?

"Arisu? Arisuuuu!"

Maybe he's just a rebound? A test of water to see if you could love again after his departure. Maybe, just maybe, it would be best to break things off now with you.

"Arisu!"

"Huh?" The raven haired male hums, snapping out of his reverie as he grounds himself back to reality, to you.

"You know I'm yours, right?" He hears you say, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together. "I may look happy seeing him but there's no one else I'll go home to but you!"

And there it is. The words of assurance he needed to hear that he still has you.

For as long as he lives, he'll never admit his jealousy. CHISHIYA would rather much die than show weakness. But sometimes, his own premise to himself falters when it involves you.

"Did you like that person's company at the bar?" He asks, hands tucked inside the pockets of his jacket, sitting atop of the high chair. "It seems that they are more than ready to keep the drinks going."

"The person at the bar?" You repeat. "I don't like their company neither the attention they give me." You say, taking steps closer to him.

"That's good to hear." He replies.

"Were you perhaps...jealous?"

"No I wasn't. I was just looking out for you."

"But that's practically the same."

"Just be thankful."

Even without the alcohol, NIRAGI always wanted to be by your side - morning til night.

"Niragi, I'm hot." He hears you complain, his arms draped around your figure.

"Of course you are." He responded, the scent of his cologne mixed with alcohol and gun powder wafting around him. "Look at how these idiots' look at you."

"But I don't care about them." You reply, pouting. "I want to go back inside the hotel and take a cold shower."

"Aw, but I kind of like the attention were getting here." He coos, placing a kiss on top of your head. "If were here, everyone knows were together." He adds.

"Should we take a dip in the pool instead? I'll get you more cold drinks." He compromises.

"Seems fair." You reply.

"Oi" Niragi suddenly calls out, voice deep as he stands on his feet, rifle always ready in hand. "Got something to say? I saw how you were staring at us."

"No thanks, I'm goo-"

"Fuck off, creep. Guys like deserve to get a bullet in the head."

Before things could even escalate, please control him. He only listens to you after all.

"Is your phone more important than me?"

As much as LAST BOSS doesn't want to admit too, the green feeling latched onto him ever since all this began.

Before even getting to how it is, he lays out all the movies the two of you promised to watch together along with the snacks and drinks of your liking; going as far as letting you borrow his hoodie.

But up to the second movie and you're still on your phone? What the hell is this?

"Who are you even texting?" He asks but it sounded more like a demand.

"Me?" You ask. "It's only my co worker. I'm actually-"

"How much do you two text in a day?"

"...A fair amount? But listen-"

"We don't even text each other like that. The casual good morning, good night and wanna come over texts is all we send each other."

"I know. But aren't we like that because we usually spend time each other than sending texts?"

"Why are you even asking me all this? What's gotten into you? Are you jealous?"

Not replying to the accusation, all he could do is look away to hide the tinge of pink splotching on his cheeks. When he couldn't control it, he'd bite his inner cheek.

"My co worker is a new hired. I told them to text me if they're encountering any problems that was beyond what we covered. But you have me!" You reply, straddling on his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck. "You have all of me."

He knows it's pointless to talk about a topic like this but what could he do when he's curious? KARUBE just wanted to know what your ex partners were like when you were dating them.

"Well..." You begin to say, racking up your brain to reminisce the old, deep hidden memories inside your mind. The ones you've managed to remember the last bits of memories you made with them.

"Some of them were romantic to begin, some of them not quite. Some were good in bed, but some aren't." You added, receiving a slow nod of head from Karube.

"Except this one person." You quickly took note, rambling how this ex partner of yours knew how to push your buttons when in bed.

And as you draw on and on, the jealousy begins to build up in him. His feelings and expression changed into a dark on.

"You can stop now. You lost me at the beginning already." He stops you short, finishing the rest of his beer.

"Are you...jealous? You know I'm yours, right?"

Karube makes a face, brushing off the jealousy he feels like it's nothing.

"Me? Jealous? Why would I be?" He asks. "Though you lost me in the beginning of your story, I can give you much more than them. There isn't anyone else in this world that can make you feel good except me."

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hiiii, may i request headcanons 4 aib characters dating chishiya’s younger sibling? ur writing is amazing <33

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SUGAR CRUSH aib characters dating chishiya’s younger sibling (headcannons!)

note: thank you sm! i really liked this request but i found it kinda hard to write bc chishiya is so difficult for me so i apologise if it’s kinda short <3

hikari kuina —

- after she befriended chishiya he finally decided to introduce you to her

- she fell for you the moment she saw you smile kindly at her

- chishiya amusingly watched your love story unfold

- he’d find any opportunity to tease her about you

- i feel like chishiya would tell her embarrassing stories from your childhood which she’ll enjoy while you’re dying from embarrassment

- in turn she’ll make jokes to him about how good you are in bed which will disgust him so much he’ll find a way to run as far away from her as possible

- i feel like chishiya honestly wouldn’t really care who you date and he won’t really come in between your relationship

- unless he really despised the person which isn’t the case for kuina

mira kano —

- she would have known from day one that he was your brother

- when chishiya found out he realised that he knew absolutely nothing about mira except for the fact that she was good in heart games

- that made him wary of her and he subtly warned you about it

- when that didn’t work he made sure he always joins the games you play with your girlfriend to make sure she doesn’t do anything to you

- they kinda share you so you never hangout with both mira and chishiya

- mira wouldn’t really care about your brother so you never really talked about him

- chishiya however was slightly concerned about you but he never did anything more than going to games with you and her

- when you found out she was the game master you were as shocked as the others

- at first chishiya thought that perhaps you knew what your girlfriend was doing but after taking one look at your shocked face he knew that wasn’t the case

morizono aguni —

- istg these two have a silent war going on

- chishiya won’t be too happy when he opens your door and sees you and aguni kissing in your bedroom

- he’ll find a way to insult the militants in every conversation that he has with you

- aguni won’t do anything to him tho because he’s your brother and he knows you care about him

- but god this man almost rolled his eyes into the back of his head whenever chishiya’s around

- if it had been any other person chishiya would have just stayed out of it but he is almost addicted to irritating aguni while knowing he won’t do anything to him

- one time it was so bad that aguni refused to be in the same room as your brother for a week

- hatter would be proud of him for finally getting a girl tho

rizuna ann —

- this woman could care less who you were related to

- and besides it’s not like she has anything against your brother

- chishiya though would see this as an opportunity to get on her good side for if he ever needed her skill set

- but it didn’t really work

- still if he’d ever ask you to ask ann to do something for him she’d do it if it’s nothing too bad

- but you’d have to return the favour later though

- ann would question you about your brother just to make sure he isn’t manipulating you into anything

- these two are a little bit too similar so they’d stay out of each other’s business

ryohei arisu —

- arisu had absolutely no idea you were related to the guy he remembered from the five spades game when he first met you

- you weren’t doing anything when he saw you in the lobby after a game

- his eyes practically turned into hearts when you laughed at something the person in front of you had said

- and his little crush didn’t go unnoticed by chishiya who saw this as the perfect opportunity to use him for his plan

- your brother specifically told kuina to introduce you to arisu and make it known to him that you were his younger sibling

- after that he’d ask arisu to help him and when he saw that he wasn’t going to agree he mentioned you being sad that he won’t join

- this man had to hold back a smile when arisu agreed while asking if you were also going to be there

- while chishiya knew you thought arisu was hot he didn’t think that you’d actually date him

- so that came as a slight surprise

- when chishiya betrayed him, he had thought you were just acting like you were interested in him until you risked your life to save him

- he’s still holding a grudge against your brother but he other than that there isn’t anything huge going on between them

suguru niragi —

- i swear chishiya thinks you’re delusional when he found out that you were dating him

- he’s displeased with the fact that he could be sometime somehow related to him and he’s very vocal about it

- 50% of the time he makes fun of how stupid niragi is the other 50% is him making fun of you because you’re dating him

- although he’s not very vocal about it he would be worried about you

- niragi would taunt your brother by kissing you in front of him

- at some point chishiya tried to manipulate you out of dating niragi but that didn’t go as planned

- when you caught niragi’s interest he hadn’t expected for you to be chishiya’s little sibling

- he only found out when you were making out in your room and your brother barged in without knocking whatsoever

- he whines to you about how annoying your brother is but other than that he doesn’t really care that he’s related to you

- when chishiya set your boyfriend on fire and you found out you weren’t really happy

- kuina had to hold you back from jumping on him tbh

- even though you promised to yourself that you would never talk to your brother again he somehow wormed his way back to your heart again

- you eventually forgave him for it bc he’s your brother and you were sure that niragi wouldn’t let that slide

- speaking of him, you’d take care of his burn wounds for him but you weren’t an actual doctor like your brother

- so you used whatever knowledge you picked up from him

- tbh it would be tiring to date niragi while being chishiya’s younger sibling

takatora samura —

- you would have caught his eye while you were talking with kuina

- he wouldn’t have really known that you were chishiya’s sister because you weren’t exactly identical

- you would have noticed him lingering around any room that you were in so you decided to talk to him

- he was slightly surprised by your laidback approach and didn’t say very much

- after that encounter he continued hanging around you until chishiya noticed

- when your brother found out about his infatuation with you he’ll be around you more than ever

- bc samura doesn’t know yet that he’s your brother he’d be kinda pissed that he’s constantly around you

- when he found out though he didn‘t really care

- chishiya would dislike him and he’ll let you know

- he’d talk about your boyfriend as if he’s a dog

- but other than that i don’t really think they’d interact much

yuzuha usagi —

- she would have met you through kuina

- you were absolutely breathtaking to her and she’d blush anytime you even looked at her

- chishiya immediately noticed how usagi liked you so he used it to his advantage

- anytime he noticed that she was skeptical to meet up for the plan he’d carelessly mention that you’d be there which changed her mind immediately

- she’d know pretty soon that he’s your brother because you didn’t really hide it

- when chishiya betrayed her and arisu you were really pissed

- you had saved her from niragi but she was less trusting around you which you understood

- eventually you were able to convince her that you weren’t like your older brother and that you would never betray her

- chishiya wouldn’t really care that you’re dating her and usagi would only have a slight distaste because he betrayed her

- but other than that they were both alright with how things were

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

[freakyfrye]

𝕱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔶𝔣𝔯𝔶𝔢 𝕾𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

all plots are mine, characters are not

⠀

˗ˋˏ 𝕳𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔳𝔞 𝕭𝔬𝔰𝔰 ˎˊ˗

title: just business (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: you move into a new apartment in a decent-looking complex, only to be constantly harassed by a neighbor trying to recruit you into an assassin company. this all starts after they see you using a portal to visit the human world… to buy anime merch. you already thought your life as a secret arms dealer was dangerous enough, but things get even more complicated when emotions start getting involved. (Starts before stolas x blitz)

love interest(s): blitzø, stolas, fizzarolli, asmodeus, striker

content (more to be added as story progress): angst, sex, romance, murders, weapons, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕳𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝕳𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩 ˎˊ˗

title: you had to be there (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: when diagnosed with a terminal disease, most people seek closure or adventure. you chose revenge, murdering everyone who wronged you, starting with your ex who had the audacity to send a marriage invite to your deathbed. fate intervened, and you died sooner than expected, ending up in hell with no memory of your past life. claiming your innocence from day one, you seek refuge at hazbin hotel. there, and along the way, you meet dangerous individuals with ever-growing obsessions with you.

love interest(s): lucifer, alastor, husk, angel dusk, vox, val, sir pentious, adam, charlie & vaggie, saint peters

content (more to be added as story progress): Yandere tendencies, angst, murders, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕳𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝕳𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩 ˎˊ˗

title: after the fall (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: undecided

summary: adam, the first man and one of your closest friends, finally allows you to join the team of exorcists after a lot of begging on your end. your first extermination day doesn’t go as expected when you end up against the king of hell himself, lucifer. you expected a fight to the death, but instead, you get a range of compliments and flirtations that throw you off your game. before you know it, the extermination has ended, you’re left in heaven feeling guilty and worried because you find yourself wanting to see him again.

love interest(s): lucifer

content (more to be added as story progress): angst, fluff, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕸𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔫𝔶 ˎˊ˗

title: brownie points (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: an unnecessary move due to your parents' divorce lands you in the uneventful town of canterlot, where you'll finish your senior year at the local high school. with plans to lay low and leave behind the trauma your family left you with, you don't intend to make any friends. however, a bright and persistent student named bubble berry takes a keen interest in you, making it his mission to be the only one you get close to. you don't take him—or the town—seriously until bodies start dropping, and the true darkness of canterlot begins to surface.

love interest(s): human pinkie pie (bubble berry), briefly others

content (more to be added as story progress): Yandere tendencies, etc…

˗ˋˏ ��𝔥𝔢 𝕷𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝕬𝔦𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 ˎˊ˗

title: watch me (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: in a bustling modern city, your life takes a terrifying turn when a dangerous stalker gets a hold of your lost cell phone. azul, a charismatic yet obsessive man, uses the phone to track your every move and insinuate himself into your daily routine. what starts as seemingly innocent coincidences soon escalates into a nightmarish game of control and manipulation.

love interest(s): male azula (azul)

content (more to be added as story progress): Yandere tendencies, sadistic azul, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕷𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝕬𝔦𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 ˎˊ˗

title: stoneheart (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: undecided

summary: in a world where abilities are commonplace but you possess none, a simple stroll turns into a desperate bid for safety when a persistent stalker targets you. thinking fast, you approach a rugged stranger and ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend to ward off the threat. little did you know, he’s not just any man—he’s a wanted fugitive with powerful earthbending abilities. as you inadvertently grow closer to him, unaware of his true nature, you soon discover that love and danger are intertwined, and the truth about his identity could shatter everything you’ve come to believe.

love interest(s): male! toph

content (more to be added as story progress): etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕻𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔶 & 𝕾𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 ˎˊ˗

title: he said she said (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: in the electrifying atmosphere of a bustling nightclub, you fall under the spell of boxer anarchy, captivated by his charisma and allure. what begins as a chance encounter evolves into a whirlwind romance, navigating the thrilling highs and heart-wrenching lows of love.

love interest(s): male! panty (boxer)

content (more to be added as story progress): etc…

notes:

(0) more to be added

(1) these are ideas i will play around with eventually

(2) i’m thinking of doing a purgatory story, but theirs still some holes I need to think up.

(3) the reader leans towards cis gender females, yet who prefer or are okay with they/them pronouns. i tend to do this so anyone can read it, while keeping it female based when there is a mention of sexual acts.  

[boozenboze]

i dont know if you do request, if you don't im so sorry and ignore this !! but if you do can you write last boss x male reader? It doesn't matter if its in borderlands, a one shot or just hcs i just want some samura's content T_T

I do take requests lovely my inbox is empty all the time so if you have ideas just send them.

Takatora Samura x Male reader headcannons

Fluff

He follows you around a lot and Niragi compares him to a guard dog

He will not hesitate to pull a his blade on anyone who threatens you

He enjoys your praise and words of reassurance

Loves neck kisses,he doesn’t always go around without his shirt so when he is ya better take the chance

Trace your fingers across his tattoos he will melt into your touch

Stands over your chair during executive meetings.He usually has his arms wrapped over your shoulders while your seated

If you hug him from behind he’d be wide eyed and unsure on what to do

Likes cuddles whether he’s big spoon or little spoon

Nsfw

Is very much a bottom

Likes when you leave hickeys on his neck.He considers it as another tattoo

Praise him he deserves it and play with his nipples he won’t be able to contain himself

He enjoys doggystyle he doesn’t want you to see his embarrassing expressions

Any touch you give him will have him moaning your name.

He likes to be pampered so make sure you include aftercare after going at it

[airbendertendou]

Hii, can I request 33 for Last Boss (AiB) for the event? Have a great day!

angsty number 33 + samura last boss takatora

“I KNOW YOU WELL, BUT THIS AIN’T A GAME!”

it was a mistake to go into the hearts game. three people left - only one winner allowed. you tremble where you stand as the stranger makes a run for it. samura stands frozen, his chosen katana limp and unused in his hand.

"this is it, i guess," your voice wobbles. the other two bodies lay on the floor around you, lasers shot between their eyes. you gulp back the tears you feel to smile at your long-time friend. "you, me or them. who do you think will win this time?"

samura stares at you blankly. he'd changed since arriving at the beach - a confident, bloodthirsty part of him surfacing from nowhere. he's still my friend, you remind yourself daily, still my samura.

running echoes at the third person arrives back in the center of the building. they pant, holding back a scream as they see the two of you again. a maze - a circular maze is what you find yourself in. no way out, only one way in.

the stranger takes off again, to the left this time. you look back at samura, "they're really giving it their all."

he grabs your waist, pulling you to him and grabbing the hilt of his katana within the same second. your eyes widen, but you stay put. a harsh, pitiful kiss is pressed to your head before he speaks.

"we win." the katana slices into your chest - samura pushes until it's through his own, sticking the both of you together. "we always win."

the sound of a congragulations! is the last thing you hear.

——♡—— and if i say writing angst is kinda fun.....

request your own here ♡ read more

[drivebyshootin]

children of war | niragi & last boss | part 1

summary: after a fire on the beach, last boss survived. he fought heroically for the figure cards until his death craving overwhelmed him. niragi, however, always wanted to live more than anyone else.

word count: 1093.

the wind fell like burning fetters on open wounds, pulled out the last pain, dulled sensations. takatora was lying on his back, his gaze was fixed on the clear sky, rapidly covered with a black haze of night, and his hand covered the painfully pulsating cut that was visible through the dark fabric of his singlet. he didn't fully understand where he was and what was happening, didn't know if the king of spades had been defeated. he didn't even know if his only acquaintances, who had fought so hard against death until that moment, were still alive or not. it seems that this bald terminator put every single soul down. an unpleasant ringing sounded in the last boss's ears, but even through it he could hear the deadly silence of the battlefield.

— hey.

the militant couldn't make out the silhouette that appeared in front of him. and, to be honest, he didn't want to. he was ready to accept death, finally standing on his doorstep, with honor. he didn't give up, but was defeated in an equal fight with melee weapons. so why should he resist?

— hey! you're still alive?

the annoying voice didn't subside, but only echoed louder in the takatora's head. he seemed to have heard it somewhere before. familiar nasty vibes associated with the beach.

— i can see you're breathing, idiot.

a massive body slumped to the ground beside a nearby car, leaning back against the rusted hood. it seemed that not so long ago he had been also injured. samura didn't know how to react to the destroyer of his peaceful doom. he dreamed of accepting death alone, but sharing it with someone wasn't such a bad idea, actually. especially if that someone seemed to have once been very close.

— it’s not that sad to die together, boss. aren't you happy?

last boss had to repeat each phrase to himself at least several times so that a clear picture of the meaning of what had been said appeared in his clouded mind. and only at this moment he understood. niragi.

— i thought you were dead, — samura was able to speak, even moving so far wasn't as hard as it could be. he just didn't want to, — not at all.

despite the tragedy of the situation, suguru couldn't help smiling. he was glad that his friend had waited for him and hadn't passed away yet. they were children of war. born from violence. violence against freedom and weakness. the thought of the beginning of their own battle, the battle on the side of cruelty and enslavement, became more and more fixed in their hearts, day by day living in that world.

there was one game left until all figure cards were defeated. it seemed that the bald spade asshole finally kicked the bucket. but what's next? was their entire journey worth going through, or was it easier to give up at the start? certainly worth it. neither niragi, nor takatora could imagine a better world for themselves. only here they felt free, only here they weren't humiliated, but humiliating. and that meant a lot to those who had never really lived.

— if this is death, then what is life? — samura closed his eyes, enjoying every moment of his marvelous agony. — in this country, even on the verge of death, i feel more alive than ever.

between each last sentence last boss needed to do small pauses to draw more air into his still working lungs and to be able to continue talking, but even though niragi didn't tried to interrupt him. dark, like a starry sky, eyes that hadn't lost their crazy spark yet rose to the darkness that had descended on the city while their owner was comprehending the words of the interlocutor.

— people who don't face death will never understand the desire for it. it inspires, opens up new frontiers, expands knowledge. only by looking into its eyes, you can realize how beautiful it is.

a heavy chest cough escaped from samura's chest, accompanied by bloody saliva that splashed almost all over his face. the internal bleeding increased — this guy had very little left. compared to him, suguru was still full of energy. his chest was shot-up by someone's shotgun shell, but somehow he was more alive than all living things. what a miracle? however, both were on their deathbeds.

— if we meet in the next life, i'll never be your friend, nerd, — the last joke came out from niragi's mouth before last boss let out his final breath, — but we can always give it a try anyway, you know.

— hey?

there was no answer. it seemed that an old friend of him nevertheless met with the one that he had been waiting for a long time. with deadly anguish in his heart, with horror in his chest, niragi sat and felt that something in him was dying with each subsequent minute of silence. nothing was happening, he seemed to be rotting alive, looking at takatora corpse which still seemed so alive, as if the man was simply tired and decided to sleep. suguru's eyelids gradually became heavier, it seemed that he would do well to take a nap too...

‹‹ congratulations, you have completed all currently available games. you have two choices: accept the citizenship of this country or refuse. ››

niragi thought that he was already one step away from death, but this phrase seemed to awaken him from eternal sleep. lying near his deceased friend for about half an hour, sorting through all possible thoughts in his head and trying not to succumb to emotions at least before his death, suguru actually rethought a lot. he wanted to live, he really wanted to get out of this damn hellhole, even if it once gave him what he craved. no power, no freedom will ever cost a life.

— fuck y'all. i refuse, — falling on his side, niragi let out a hoarse groan from the pain in his chest and looked at the motionless body for the last time. — i'd like you to refuse too. but you're a fucking egoist.

gathering all his strength into a fist, niragi clenched his fingers almost to the point of turning blue and gave a light hit on samura's shoulder. it was the last thing he had the strength to do. his hand remained on his friend's shoulder, and his eyes slowly closed, allowing suguru to plunge into the veil of oblivion. the voice of the last child of the war has finally died down.

[savannahsdeath]

HEAR ME OUT I HAVE A REQ!!!!

Sooo basically Ellie being the mafia boss and reader being her precious girlfriend that she (and basically the whole mafia gang) protects.... Idk it could be a fic or just a oneshot but I NEED MAFIA ELLIE IN MY LIFE

HEARING YOU OUT !!

MAFIA!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! just some typical mafia shit idk

writers note: focused more on life life than romantic life in this one BUT maybe, just maybe, I'll do a part2 with more love scenes (basically a smut)

being a housewife for your mafia boss girlfriend wasn't something you were dreaming about as a kid, but you like it. ellie's buddies are loud, suspicious, they make lots of inappropriate jokes or act all posessive but they would never hurt you. in fact, they won't let anyone hurt you.

today, just like every friday, she brings them home to play cards and talk. you, of course, had to clean the whole house. ellie didn't ask you to do that - her people weren't.. the cleanest people anyway, but you couldn't stand the thought of your guests finding a layer of dust on a shelf or a ball of hair in the bathroom.

the doorbell rings and you run up to greet them, and, mainly, see ellie. as you open the door, you're presented with a bunch of burly men and only one, but your favourite, woman.

"good evening, mrs williams." smiles the first one, before entering.

the feeling of being called by ellie's last name was still new to you, but it sent a warm feeling from your heart down to your stomach.

you stand back and watch as the men enter, filling out your living room. they seem more at ease than usual, and you're sure ellie is to blame. they greet you with a smile, before stepping aside to reveal ellie last.

"hey, babe." ellie says, as she wraps her arms around you and pulls you in close. she smiles up at you, with those green eyes of hers. she leans in for a kiss, and you gladly give in to her, feeling her soft lips on yours. you get lost in the moment, forgetting to breathe and not pulling away for a quite long time, only making a break when it's really needed.

"c'mon, ellie, or we'll start playing without you!" one of the men calls out from the dining table.

the men's voices in the background quickly fade away as you are consumed in the moment.

ellie, though, pulls away, and laughs. "i'm coming, i'm coming!" she shouts before letting go of you and walking towards the dining table, with you trailing behind her.

you happily take a seat on ellie's lap, as you both set your eyes on the deck of cards. as she shuffles the cards, you watch in adoration of her every movement. you are quickly snapped out of your trance when you felt something touch your leg, and you see ellie looking at you with a sly grin on her face.

she leans in and whispers; "don't move too much, 'kay?"

she winks and starts to deal out the cards.

usually you tried to avoid looking at ellie's cards - your 'poker face' wasn't really working and your reaction could make her lose. this time, you didn't pay attention to the rules, so you didn't have to avoid it. you didn't know wether her cards are good or useless anyway.

you find yourself not paying much attention to the game, instead getting caught up in the conversations around you. you happily listen to the others, learning more about their business dealings. you don't know much about poker or card games, and you aren't the best at lying, so you keep yourself out of the game.

you start to feel the warmth of ellie's soft, loving touches, as she plays with your hair or strokes your thigh.

the evening continues on with you, ellie and the other men playing a few rounds. you watch her intently, noticing every little detail about her body language and facial expressions. even you couldn't read her poker face, though.

you slowly reach for her hand, and begin to play with it a little, twirling her fingers.

that's one of the good sides of being a mafia boss's wife, but there's also the.. well, worse ones.

they visited you again and you could tell something's wrong straight ahead - it was tuesday. you came back from a walk to see a man tied to a chair in your kitchen. he had pieces of cloth wrapped around his head - one around his eyes and the other in his mouth, making him lose ability to see or speak.

"what do we do with him?" another man asked, one you knew from the friday evenings.

ellie was about to say something before she noticed you, awkwardly standing in the doorstep, scared and too surprised to move. she quickly grabs your arm and steers you out of the kitchen.

"it's okay, love. don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. just stay in the other room, alright? i'll come grab you in a bit. it'll be okay." ellie says reassuringly, as she leads you into the living room.

you hear the sound of the man in the kitchen making muffled sounds, as he struggles and squirms in his chair.

ellie sits you down on the couch, and then walks out of the room. you feel uneasy as you hear the man in the kitchen continue making sounds, but you sit quietly as ellie tells you to.

you watch as the door to the kitchen slowly closes behind ellie, and you hear muffled shouting and noises coming from inside. the others come into the living room, to check on you and see if you're okay.

"hey, everything alright? did ellie tell you what's going on?" one of them asks. "don't worry, it'll all be over soon. we just gotta deal with him quickly."

you can hear the muffled shouting in the kitchen continue, and the other men around you try to ignore it. as they discuss business deals, and joke about various topics, you continue to feel a pit in your stomach, worrying about what is happening in the kitchen. they don't seem eager to tell you what is going on, but they try to keep you distracted. one of them tries to joke with you, but you barely respond, as your mind is focused on what is happening in the next room. you start to feel sick, and your face starts to feel hot.

"what is she doing?" you ask quietly, but as soon as you realize your voice doesn't reveal your fear and confusion you add in a louder tone; "who is he?"

the room goes quiet, as the others hear you speak up. you can see some of the men exchange worried glances, but they still try to keep their composure in front of you. it doesn't do much to help you feel better, as you look at them with fear in your eyes.

the others look among themselves, as if asking what to do, before one of them speaks up. "you know this isn't really something you need to worry about," he says, trying to put a calming tone on his voice. "but since you ask, he's just a guy working for a rival gang. he was trying to get some information on us, so we need to... erm... make sure he won't do it again."

you notice how vague their answer was, as they try to keep you in the dark. at the same time, the meaning was painfully obvious.

you take a moment to process what the man said, before speaking up again. "but.. why here, in our house?" you ask, with your voice still shaky. "surely you must have your places to do... business?"

another man steps in to answer, trying to calm you down with words that sound too well rehearsed.

"no need to worry about a thing." the other man says, in an overly reassuring voice. "like i said, it isn't really your problem. you know, these guys always try to stick their noses where it doesn't belong. your girl here is just showing him the consequences of messing with the wrong people, alright?"

you feel like they are trying to brush off your concerns, and you doubt that they're being completely truthful with you. you knew it's probably just to protect you but you wanted to know everything.

the muffled shouting in the kitchen slowly dies down, and there's only occasional sounds of movement from inside - probably someone cleaning up the mess you could only imagine was done.

you are left feeling confused and anxious, unsure of what happened in the kitchen, or how this will play out.

later, when you were laying in bed in your lace nightgown which ellie loved seeing you in oh so much, you managed to get the tied up man out of your head.

that's what i should expect anyways, right?

ellie just came to the bedroom after taking a shower, her wet hair glued to her face. she kisses you on the cheek, before walking over and climbing onto the bed next to you. you look at her, and notice that something seems off about her behaviour.

"how did it go?" you ask, referring to the events that happened earlier.

ellie is taking her time in answering you, and you notice a slight hesitation in her voice. "it went... well. it's nothing you should worry about, love. besides..." she leans towards you and whispers; "i handled it, alright? you don't need to concern yourself with it." she plays with your hair, making it look like she's trying to distract both you and herself from thinking about it.

you watch as ellie's wet hair drips onto the bed. she continues to stroke your head, trying to give you the impression that everything is fine.

was it really fine? oh, well...

[prodbyblush]

Valentine’s Day with the AIB boys?😊

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …

▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100%

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・requested

→ fem!reader

ARISU would attempt his hand at cooking even though all he knows is how to pour water onto his convenient store cup ramen and the trusty help of the magical microwave. Originally planning to make rolled omelette with a bowl of rice and miso soup; his attempt at flipping egg became a disaster and the supposed rolled omelette became scrambled egg. He didn't have enough ingredients for miso soup nor had rice at home and in which Arisu had to make a stop at the only place that had his back - the convenient store.

"How did you make this?" You ask him, surprised at how good the miso soup tastes. "I didn't know you could make this so well." "I bought it from the convenient store." He'd say with a big smile painted on his lips.

But hey, it's the thought that counts, remember?

After filling your stomachs with a creamy pasta and a glass of wine, both you and CHISHIYA remained seated on the dining table, decorating the round shaped chocolate cake with various fruits as toppings along with little colorful candles and edible flowers as decorations.

"Dibs on the purple edible flower" Chishiya says, snickering as he sees your facial expression.

"Fine." You say, huffing then leaning away after making the final touches. "I'm letting you off the hook because you're cute." You add, smudging your finger against the cake and onto the apple of his cheek.

"Y/N" Chishiya says, looking at you like you've made the biggest sin. "We just finished decorating the cake."

"But it's just us two eating it." You responded with a light shrug of your shoulders. "It's our cake too!"

Heaving a breath, he lets you off the hook because you're cute too.

After sending you a text message that says he couldn't come and see you on the day of hearts, NIRAGI immediately get out of work to pick up the flowers he ordered at the flower shop before surprising you at work.

"Happy valentines day. Please forgive me." He'd say, having the flowers over his face as you stood in front of him at the ground floor of the building.

For the rest of the night, Niragi will treat you like a princess. Dinner for two, hype you up on the dress of your choice, tell you how pretty you looked before walking you home.

Not the type to plan something big but LAST BOSS would elaborate the day of hearts with you by taking you out on a nice dinner date with a single red rose or sunflower. All the while seated in a table for two, heartfelt and deep conversations would arise. Thanking you that amidst his troubling adult life, he met you.

KARUBE would be clingy and affectionate, opting to stick by your side like glue. The scent of pancakes and fresh fruits wafting your nostrils as soon as you wake up. Throughout the day, he'd take you to watch a movie with him, get you that one item you've been eyeing on for a long time now, hanging out inside your favorite cafe for coffee and snacks and then ending the day by watching the sunrise.

As he drops you home, he'd give your hand a soft squeeze before giving you the sweetest kiss.

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[fungateshortcakes]

Pornstar!Logan NSFW

This work is inspired by @bpmiranda and their own pornstar!Logan smut, which you can find here. Please go and check it out, it's so yummy and i hope I am doing this idea justice.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

Summary: Up until now, filming a porn video was only something you joked about. But after your job failed you, this simple 'joke' brought you to a whole new carreer path that you would love to explore further, especially if your co-worker was this handsome man that ruined your pussy for everyone else.

Wordcount: 2.3k -ish

Warnings/tags: pornstar!Logan, pornstar!reader, porn with plot, first porn recording, filmed sex, best friends dad porn, squirting, unprotected penis in vagina sex, pussy pronouns, implied blowjob, basically sex with a stranger, dirty talk, doggy style, Logan is older than reader, cumming on pussy, perverted director, mention of threesome (F/F/M), english isn't my first languange (lmk if i missed something!)

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It had always been a joke. All of this - you just joked about it. But now as you stood in front of this building, the filming location, that's when you truly knew that it was in fact not a joke anymore.

You were about to cast in your first professional porn video.

For years you had been telling your friends, if your degree didn't work out, you'd start selling nsfw art. If your job applications would keep getting rejected, you would become a stripper. It was always something you and your friends could laugh about greatly, but it was never really taken serious in the end. That was about to change.

Throughout the last months, you had taken this career path more and more into your field of interest. Your hated your job, the salary, the people there and your boss. You needed a quick change. So you read about becoming a porn actress, watched interviews with stars of this industry, stating how they got into it, what they had to do, how they coped with everything at the start and much more. You felt ready, but you also didn't really, not when you stood in front of this building and knew that in just an hour, you would be having a stranger pounding his cock into your pussy while everyone around watched.

You took a deep breath as you entered and upon stating your name at the reception desk, you were brought to the second floor where you were greeted by the director.

"Ah, there you are! You're (Y/N), right?" he said and shook your hand with a firm grip. He was the manager of all of this. He had been in this industry for years and sounded very nice from the very start. You felt comfortable as you stood in front of him. You nodded your head. "Yeah, that's me. I hope I am not too late?" you asked nervously, biting your lip. You really didn't need to leave a bad expression right on the first day.

He laughed and shook his head "No, don't worry. You're just in time to meet the guy you're gonna work with today. You're gonna like him." he said and winked at you. You had already heard a bit about the man that would, to put it as is, fuck you today. They praised him highly, told you that you should be happy to have the opportunity with him because he gets so many requests from porn actresses every day.

Richie shoved you through a crowd of working people to a cozy break corner for the actors. There he stood. And wow. He already wore his outfit for the upcoming video. It was a plain black shirt, a thick belt and rugged jeans, but damn. He looked good.

Upon seeing you, a smirk spread across his lips and he stood up, hands in his pockets. "That's Mr. Howlett. Your lover for today" Richie chuckled as he introduced you to him.

"Call me Logan, sweets. Nice to meet you, heard a lot about ya" Logan said and his voice alone made your pussy throb. You both shook hands and you told him your name as well. It would be a lie if you said you weren't anxious. Your heart was beating out of your throat. You were intimidated by your work partners looks and the fact that he was a lot more experienced in this field than you. He looked very charming and handsome, picture perfect like some famous hollywood actor. And you were just, well, you. You felt like you couldn't compete with that in the slightest.

The time you had to speak to him, get to know him at least a little bit before his cock was in your mouth, was limited, because you were pulled to different stations by different people left and right, getting you into costume, fixing your make-up and hair, even checking if you had shaved down there properly. It was all so much at once, but Logan was always watching over you, weirdly enough, reassuring you. Truth be told, he saw himself when he looked at you. He was pretty confident by nature, but when he first started out in this business, he was overwhelmed and unsure at first as well. So he felt deep sympathy with you, even if you didn't know that.

Now you stood at the set with your two co-stars, Logan and some other woman who you didn't know the name of because she was so minor to the scene. She was only there to play your best friend from college. Your best friend with a smoking hot single father.

Your nerves were killing you as you stood in the pre-build bedroom with your co-star. You took a deep breath and decided to go with the flow. You knew the script, you knew the movements and looks, so there wasn't really anything that could go wrong. Right? "Okay, cameras, lights, action!" Richie yelled over the set. Now there was no going back.

You flopped down on your friends bed with a sigh. "This assigment is killing me. We've been working on it for days now and we aren't getting anywhere" you scoffed. Your on screen friend agreed with you, voicing her anger towards the professor as well.

You started acting like you were starting to unpack your bag when you heard a car engine. Your co-star groaned. "Perfect, now my dad's here. He normally works longer than that" she said. You had never met her dad, he was always at work when you were over. "Lindsay, I'm home!" Logan called before he stepped into the room, stopping in his tracks as he saw you. The camera zoomed in on your slightly shocked face, taking in your agape mouth and how your eyes clouded over. You crossed your leg over the other as warmth spread through your core.

Logan smirked at you, leaning against the doorframe. "So, you are the girl my daughter has been doing that assigment with, I assume? Nice to meet you, I'm her old man." he spoke in his deep voice, extending a warm, strong hand out for you to shake, a knowing look being shared between you as he eyed you up and down, pratically undressing you with his gaze only.

The director yelled cut. You let out a nervous sigh. This worked out way better than you had imagined, but that was just the easy part of this whole thing.

Though, the second Logan pushed the tip of his cock into your sopping pussy with a relieved smile on his lips that wasn't part of the script, you couldn't care less about your insecurities or worries. The words you were supposed to say just came naturally with the way he fucked you open. "Such a greedy little cunt, she is practically sucking me in" he groaned, one hand pushing your head into the pillows of his daughters bed.

"You really needed this, huh? Needed a big fucking cock to pound your pussy. The boys in college just don't cut it, am I right?" He groaned, enjoying the way your pussy tightened around his throbbing shaft. How could a cock feel this good? Logan could ask you the same thing - how could a fucking pussy be this tight and warm and just sopping wet?

Logan watched your face being squished against the pillows, slurring your words while you drooled. He smirked. You were made for this, the camera was eating you up like this. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about using this video when he was at home to get off. He leaned down to your ear, his plush lips kissing and biting at the shell before he whispered something only for you to hear "What a natural you are. Gotta have to request you as my partner more often from now on, don't I?" he was whispering in such a hot, breathless voice, it almost made you cum before you even should. He could feel that. And oh boy did it feed his ego.

"Does it turn you on? Being fucked on your best friends bed? By her dad?" Logan rumbled in character, kneading your tits. It took you a while to get a hold of your thoughts and the script, so Logan used that silence to keep whispering in your ear how fucking pretty your tits were. "Y-yes! I...I love it" you slurred, your voice raw from the moans you couldn't hold back for the life of you.

Logan hummed pleased. "Oh I bet you do, baby. Already so cockdrunk for me"

Your pussy felt so good with the way he was dragging his cock in and out, reaching places inside you you didn't knew existed. It was funny to you - you were supposed to fake moan and falsely contort your face in pleasure - but you didn't have to do any of that. If anything, you needed to shut up. You were moaning so loud and so prettily for Logan, it was almost excessive. You just couldn't help yourself. Every time you tried to shut your mouth, Logan would notice and pound into your sweet spot. He couldn't have you denying him of your cute sounds.

Not long and the scene ended with you squirting all over his cock and the sheets. That wasn't initially meant to happen, but with the way Logan was fucking you, you lost control as your orgasm hit. Logan tried to mask his surprise by going off script, continuing to circle your clit "Yes, such a good girl. Keep making a mess for me, baby" he groaned into your neck. You squirmed in his grasp, the overstimulation too much as you felt him cumming over your pussy. He hadn't expected you squirting, but it served perfectly to make him cum like he hadn't in a while.

Richie yelled cut again and Logan let go of your hips, making you fall flat onto the drenched sheets, completely boneless. You could hear faint applause and a warm hand on your back. As Richie approached the bed, Logan was quick to bring you his fluffy robe and wrapped it around you aftwr helping your shaken form to sit up, shielding you from prying eyes. The crew was highly professional for the most part, but there were some creeps shamelessly goggling at the actresses, especially newcomers. Sometimes Richie was one of them...

So Logan had a protective hand around your back, sprawled over your waist to keep you pressed into his side while you regained your composure. You were tired and worn out, but in a very very good way. Your core buzzed with warmth and so did the rest of your body. Without realising, you leaned your head onto Logans shoulders, softly closing your eyes for a moment. It made his heart skip a beat.

"Jesus Christ, you two were really going at it, huh?" Richie grinned and clapped his hands together. "I am deeply impressed with you, rookie. The camera loved you. Didn't even have to correct you at all. Can't believe you haven't done this before" the middle aged man chuckled and tried to discreetly pear down your cleavage to which Logan covered your upper body a bit more, staring Richie down. You didn't feel all too safe now, especially in your slight dazed state. But Logan was there and somehow being able to nuzzle into him for protection eased your mind greatly. "You two can go and take a break. I have Mirinda, Mandy and Josh for the next sesh. But after that, I'd like to see you both in action again. Maybe with another woman as well, how would you like that?"

Logan declined for you with a slight bite to his voice, excusing you and himself after he had wrapped a towel around his hips and brought you to his dressing room. Richie wasn't a bad man. But he was far from being appropriate at times. It happened rarely and mostly only to actresses who had been in this industry for years, but they knew how to treat directors like him for rude staring not to happen. But you were still so young and inexperienced with everything, so anxious and nervous. Logan wanted to protect that. Protect you. The industry was tough and he didn't want you to break under all of this like he did in the beginning himself.

"Thank you for uhm...getting me out of there" you mumbled as you began to dress yourself again with the clothes you had arrived in. You chuckled to yourself as Logan turned around when you put on your bra and underwear as if he hadn't just conpletely seen you bare and ruined you for every other man.

He scoffed. "Not for that. It was the least I could do. Sometimes he gets a bit creepy, but he his decent. He doesn't do more than stare, fortunately. Still, I'm sorry you had to endure that on your first day. But that's, sadly, how it is" he answered, pulling his shirt over his head and you shamelessly watched his muscles dip and contract from his movements.

You buttoned up your blouse and shrugged. "I expected it, honestly. But you were my knight in shining armor, or lack there of-" you laughed and Logan couldn't help but chuckle alongside you. "- so it wasn’t that bad. At least the sex was good"

Logan smirked. "It was?" he asked with a cocky undertone. He knew that it was, but hearing it from you directly made his chest flutter. Not that he would ever admit that. You nodded with a hum, slightly chewing on your bottom lip.

"I have to say the same. You have a great pussy" he blurts out, making both of you laugh. "There is more where that came from, lover boy" it was very easy to be comfortable around Logan and it made you feel a little less lost. It made you feel like you had a guiding hand and you were so grateful that he was there. It wasn’t his job to be your caretaker, he wasn't getting paid to tell you how to do things or protect you from backhanded nasty comments from filming crew members. But you were glad he instantly took you under his wing like this.

You couldn't wait to shoot with him again

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I had so much fun writing this! Let me hear your thoughts, do you want a part two?

And don't be scared, there is also going to be more sub!Logan soon and a few fluff drabbles as well. Stay tuned!

[strcwbrryklss]

୨୧﹕ mustang .ᐟ part one

pairing ; au!nicholas chavez x fem!reader contains ; 80s alternate universe , slight smut ( makeout , undressing ) , enemies to lovers , getting caught. a/n ; this is based off of the aesthetic and time period of the ‘monsters’ show, but it is NOT based off of the menendez brothers. it is also based on ‘challengers’, specifically the tennis scenes. nicholas is a rich kid in the 1980s in this fic. summary ; after a competitive tennis match between y/n and nicholas, they decide to let their anger out in another way.

A TIE BREAKER is the last thing y/n needed for this match, and she could tell nicholas was furious too, swaying from side to side with his eyebrows furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead slowly after a long game. it didn’t help that it was in the middle of a heatwave, and y/n’s legs had rubbed together so much that a chafing rash had began to form on her inner thighs. with every movement there was a burning sensation, but at this point she didn’t care — she wanted to make a point to nicholas, that she was better than him. she wanted to humble this rich boy so much, that looking at her in public would anger him.

so, pushing through the pain, y/n got into position and held the tennis ball against her racket, before looking nicholas in the eyes, unafraid of his intense gaze. and without a second thought, she threw the ball up into the air and hit it towards him.

with every grunt and hit of the ball from nicholas, y/n’s heartbeat raced. his muscles glistened in the sunlight as sweat drenched them. it was attractive, sure, but he wasn’t attractive. y/n could never imagine being attracted to him. the spoiled momma’s boy? no fucking way. it only fuelled her need to succeed, to show him who’s boss. so, as soon as she saw the chance, y/n hit the ball as hard as she could to the other side of the net, and without fail the ball bounced just before the baseline before bouncing once again out of the court.

nicholas just watched as he lost — he knew it would’ve been impossible to save himself from that.

as y/n and half of the audience cheered, nick agitatedly rubbed his temples with his left hand, trying to compose himself. this was until he shouted a loud “FUCK!” as he threw his racket on the ground.

y/n laughed at his outburst as they both walked up to the net, “is someone mad?”.

nicholas didn’t answer, putting his hand out for a short handshake. but, instead of letting go, he grabbed y/n’s hand tighter and pulled her in slightly, his eyes locked on hers. nick muttered under his breath, loud enough for only her to hear, “you’re fucking dead to me”, before pushing her hand away and walking off.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows. for some reason she felt hurt? it’s not that she liked him, or wanted him to like her. but that was just… mean.

after packing her things and thanking people for congratulating her, y/n began to leave the small stadium with her tennis bag slung over her shoulder. she walked into the parking lot, making her way towards her car and shoving her bag into the trunk before spotting another car — and she knew exactly who’s it was. the red 1965 ford mustang parked next to the lamppost, two rows from her car was obviously nicholas’.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows. wondering why he was still here, she decided to walk towards the car.

it seemed like nicholas didn’t realise she was walking up to his driver’s side window since he was looking down, eyes closed as he rubbed his temples in annoyance. the girl stood there for a while, pondering on how to get his attention before clearing her throat.

nicholas flinched before looking up at the girl who just beat him, her face in an awkward expression, “so..”

“no” he cut her off immediately, “fuck off”

y/n was taken aback by his rude remark before responding, “okay, no. stop acting like a fucking child”

“being annoyed about losing is acting like a child?” nick scoffed, opening his car door.

the girl moved to the side so he could get out, her arms folding as she leaned against the expensive car, “yeah, it is”

after he got out of the car, he crossed his arms, mimicking her. she had to look up to him now, as he towered over her with an annoyed smirk on his face, “it’s not my fault you’re a bitch”

“it’s not my fault you’re a sore loser” she retaliates, causing him to take a few small steps closer to her. y/n had to look even further up at him, actually seeing his face now as he blocked the sun with his head. the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat filled her lungs, which was strangely attractive to her.

nicholas spoke in a much softer, yet condescending tone than before, “sore loser, huh?”

“sore.” y/n got in his face, “loser.”

the two sat in the tension for a minute, just inches away from each other’s faces. nicholas inhaled her exhale, and she did the same with him. their eyebrows remained furrowed as they looked into each other’s eyes, filled with hate. you couldn’t tell if he was about to punch her, or kiss her.

that was until the tension broke as they both rushed to smack their lips together in a sloppy yet passionate kiss. nicholas wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist, roughly grasping her, as she moved her hands to his neck — one hand ran through his hair as the other dug her nails into his neck, causing him to let out a grunt, kissing her even rougher.

nicholas removed one of his hands from her body, reaching behind her for the door handle and opening the car door. they both swiftly got into the backseat of the car and slammed the door shut behind them, never breaking the kiss.

he then started placing sloppy kisses along her cheek and down her neck, letting y/n catch her breath as she reached for his biceps. she grabbed his muscles, getting flashbacks from when she observed them on the court.

abruptly, nick moved his hands from her waist to her thighs and pulled her in closer, placing himself in between her legs, causing y/n to let out a gasp. nicholas looked up at her, giving a playful smile which she returned before sharing another rough passionate kiss.

as he moved his hand up her tennis skirt, he lightly grazed his fingertips along her upper thighs. y/n’s body shivered at his touch before a sudden, loud knock on the window interrupted them both.

ah shit.

part i | part ii

[mywritersmind]

HIDE YOUR NAME NOT YOUR TEAM - LN4

summary : In which a pretty red head catches Lando’s eye one night in mexico, a rude remark and laughable flirting stays on both of their minds. The last thing Lando expects is to see her again in the paddock, while he’s determined to figure her out, she’s determined to hide her name and why she constantly is spotted in orange.

listen up : panic attack, sexual comments, comedy!! lando norris x bosses!daughter.

word count : 5404

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I don’t usually go to these things. But Alexandra convinced me when she said I could borrow her dyson.

“I take it back.” I say as I get my drink, we’re sat at the bar, Charles already gone to find some drivers, “Let’s go back to the hotel! Girls night!” I beg her but she just shakes her head.

“You look too hot for that.” I sigh, I do look hot tonight. I’m in a black mini dress, sheer tights, and knee high boots that are the same shade of burgundy red as my hair.

Just as she says that, Rebecca, Carlos’ girlfriend, comes up to us, “Y/n! You never come out with us!” She hugs me and I smile. I never do but I do like hanging with my girls.

“I had to drag her here!” Alex sips her drink as Rebecca laughs. We’re in Mexico for the grand prix, something I also rarely find myself at.

“Don’t make that face! You deserve a day off.” I sigh, knowing they’re right.

“Alright.” I down the rest of my drink, coughing and turning to the bartender, “Three shots please! Surprise us!”

The girls squeal and as soon as I sit back down, I know it’s gonna be a good night.

I’m multiple drinks in, dancing with my friends, when Carlos and Charles sweep my friends away like it’s nothing.

I scoff, going to walk off the dance floor before a man stops me, “Wanna dance?” I almost laugh when I see who it is. I can tell he sees me thinking about it, “I promise I don’t bite.”

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LANDO NORRIS

I noticed her when she was dancing with some guy who was out of his mind wasted. I saw her hair first, a dark cherry red with messy waves.

I don’t know if she’s here with friends but I do know that I want to know more.

She’s staring at me like i’ve just asked her to do a backflip, “Uh… no.” She shakes her head and walks straight past me.

What the fuck?

I haven’t had a girl reject me in a long time, but it’s not unheard of. Still, something about her is telling me to not give up.

“Wait! I’ll buy you a drink!” I hurry after her, she’s flipping her hair over her shoulder and eyeing me, “Please?”

“Please?” She laughs, “You can’t find any other girl besides me?” She hops up onto a bar stool and I lean against the counter, staying close.

“Maybe I don’t want to.” She narrows her eyes at me. “I’m Lando.”

“Yeah, I know.” This surprises me.

“Oh! Well then you know I'm not a creep, so you’ll let me buy you a drink?” She crosses her arms, she seems to be assessing me.

“Fine.” I get her a dirty martini and water for myself. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always be down to buy a pretty girl a drink.” I smile as she sips her drink, “I never caught your name-”

“Mhm…” She looks around the club, obviously not interested in what I have to say.

“Okay, Red.” She doesn’t even flinch at the nickname, “Why are you in Mexico?”

She hums, “Family.” she lets out a long breath.

I frown at her lack of interest, “That’s fun. I’m racing here this weekend.” She doesn’t respond, “Look, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I promise I'm not like whatever shit magazine you read.”

She looks at me after that and I immediately know I fucked up. Except instead of throwing her drink on me, she just laughs, “God, you’re an asshole.” And with that, she walks away.

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YOU

Lando Norris hitting on me was not something I expected from that night.

But it immediately became worse once I remembered why I was in Mexico.

“Sweetheart!” My dad hugs me tight. Zak Brown is a lot of things but a shit dad isn’t one of them. He’s in all orange, contrasting my white dress. I smile as he pulls back, “I’m so happy you’re here!”

I have gone to four grand prix’s in my life. It seems a bit odd for someone who’s father is there almost every weekend, but we had a deal. I was a sort of trouble child, more in my teens when I wanted more freedom. I took some years off of school but I realized what I was wasting and got right back into college.

My dad said I couldn’t come to a grand prix until I finished school. I was annoyed at first, who wouldn’t want to spend their weekends partying with rich people and flying on private jets? But I sort of fell in love with my studies in fashion and had no time anyway.

But I recently graduated and am back in my papaya fathers reach.

“How are you doing? Excited to be back?” I nod as I walk up the paddock with him.

“Very! I’ve missed everything, especially my friends.” He smiles and I’m happy I can make him do that in public.

“I’m so proud. Oh!” I see my nightmare in neon and freeze, “Come meet one of our drivers, he’s a bit like you, I think.” My dad looks back at my frozen position and frowns.

“I forgot I have to grab food with Lily! New friend duties, right! Remember how happy you are that i’m making friends!? Bye!” I turn around and run.

I end up meeting up with Lily because as soon as I heard myself say it, I suddenly really wanted to see her. Lily isn’t new to the paddock, but I’ve only met her a couple times. We follow each other on instagram and have DM’d multiple times.

After our taco and gossip session, practice started and I know I should be watching, but I want to explore more. So instead, I walk around the Paddock alone.

I seriously missed this environment. One of my favorite memories from when I was a kid was my dad walking me around the paddock. I love the hustle and bustle of the paparazzi, fans, and drivers.

I also love the quiet in the paddock while the cars are on track. I make it back inside, finally finding a bathroom and after fixing my hair and makeup, I wander more halls.

I don’t want to admit I'm lost, but I definitely am. I’m about to call Lily and Rebecca but realize I am a strong independent woman! That and I'm a tad embarrassed.

I turn yet another corner and see the worst person for this situation. I realize he hasn’t seen me yet but when I go to turn he eyes me, “Red?” He looks genuinely shocked and I'm even more shocked that he remembers me!

I laugh awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He’s in his race suit, sweaty, and way too good looking with it unzipped. He runs his hand through his curls, has he always been this attractive?

Sorry! Dickhead. I don’t like this man. He’s an asshole.

“What the fuck?” Is all he can say.

“Hey!” I smile, “Thanks for buying me that drink the other night…” When I left him at the bar, I did not think about the whole MY FATHER IS HIS BOSS thing.

“What are you doing here?” I hide my paddock pass behind my back, “Seriously. You’re not some stalker are you?”

I roll my eyes, “No but I am lost.” I can’t ask him to point me to the Mclaren garage because then he’ll ask why so I go for the next best thing, “I’m looking for the ferrari garage!” I need to text Alex right now.

“I’m still confused- you said you were in town for family.” Fuck my life.

“Yeah! Well… Alex is like family to me! And she invited me. Alex as in-“

“Charles’ girlfriend. Yeah I know.” He moves his water bottle from one hand to the other, stepping closer. “But, why would I help you if you think I'm an asshole?”

Okay. Good point.

“Because you think I'm pretty?” I smile and I can tell he’s biting back a laugh. “And because you were being pretty cocky!”

He nods, “Fair enough. Come with me.” I didn’t expect him to give in so easily.

“Hey, why were you in here anyways?” He shrugs and keeps walking for a bit before answering.

“Needed a breather.”

I nod, walking with him in silence, he opens the door for me and the sun hits up straight on. “So… how's the whole driving thing going?”

He glances at me, “It's alright. Quali tomorrow.”

“Good luck. Although I kinda hope you don’t get first.” He raises a brow. “I’m a big Piastri fan.”

He looks genuinely hurt, “I didn’t even think you watched.”

I frown, “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, I'm here.”

“Yeah but you… nevermind.”

I stop, turning to him, “You have to tell me now!”

He grins, looking away and continuing to walk, “You just didn’t have a reaction when I hit on you.” I scoff, “I know, I know! Dickish.”

I can’t help but laugh, “Honestly… fair enough. If I looked like you with the whole famous rich thing. I’d be pulling left and right.”

He eyes me, “So you think i’m attractive.” My face drops and I look ahead, “Hey it’s okay we already know I think you’re hot!” God if my dad ever heard this…

“Just shut up.” He does.

Until he doesn’t, “You really a big Oscar fan?”

I’m happy that I got under his skin with that one, “What if I said I liked Verstappen more?”

“I’d leave your lost ass right here.” Lando says it so serious that all I can do is laugh. He looks proud after I look at him again. “Seriously though.”

“Ferrari girl through and through.” He rolls those gorgeous green eyes of his, “McLaren might be second best though. Plus that Colapinto kid…”

He rolls his eyes, “You can’t like Franco more than me.”

“What, you jealous?” He points to turn and when we do, I see the garages in view.

“Gonna give me your name yet? Or am I sticking to Red?”

I pull his same move and avoid the question, “Thanks for showing me back.”

“Is it bad I like it when you’re mean to me?” I groan and walk away, “Bye, Red!”

“Later, Norris.”

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“He doesn’t know who you are!?” Lily and Alexandra scream at the same time, we’re sitting in my hotel room when I called an emergency girls meeting. Except Rebecca is with Carlos to celebrate a little after his pole.

I cover my face with my hands, “But why does it matter!?”

“He’s obviously is hot for you.” Alex shrugs as Lily laughs, rolling onto her back.

“Babe, No wonder he’s so interested in you! I mean- besides the fact that you’re hilarious and drop dead gorgeous- he definitely is intrigued.”

I shake my head, “More like plotting to get me back for calling him an asshole.”

“Wait! You called him an asshole!?” Lily laughs even harder, “I love you!”

“Genuine question though… why don’t you go for it?” I stare at Alex as if she has two heads.

“Go for it!? Lando Norris?” She nods, “No way! Besides the fact that my dad is his boss, he’s way too cocky, and he doesn’t even know my name, I still wouldn’t go for him.”

“That’s kinda part of the appeal.” Alex shrugs, “What!? He knows nothing about you but thinks your hot! Seems like enough to me.”

We end up crying laughing, the conversation straying from Lando and to all the on track drama.

⋆༺

I’ve been avoiding the McLaren garage like the plague. I was there this morning but stayed on Oscar’s side. After meeting him, falling in love with him (platonically of course), and seeing that Lando was completely locked into Qualifying, I took my first breath of calmness.

The boys went out and I popped over to talk to Pato. Quali was over way quicker than I expected, After Oscar’s P17 a weird energy was in the garage and as soon as I saw Lando’s car, I was out of there.

What game am I even playing? Maybe it’s a little hot that he doesn’t know who I am… I don’t know why. Plenty of people have bugged me because of who my dad is, but Lando doesn’t need extra grand prix tickets or me to spot him money.

I find myself in a large room, it’s filled with chairs and a couch facing them. I grin immediately, how the hell is this just open?

I obviously am going to take my chance and pretend to be a talented man! The couch is not as comfortable as I expected and I almost fucking jump off of it when someone walks in.

He's breathing heavily and I recognize something’s wrong immediately. He’s pulling off the velcro of his race suit, unzipping it and pacing. “Lando.”

His head shoots up immediately, just staring at me, “Fuck Red, why are you everywhere?” His breath is labored and shaky.

I stand slowly as he slides down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest and leaning his head back. I’m confused because he seemed fine twenty minutes ago. P3 was not bad especially for where they are right now.

I start to say something but he just shakes his head, “I can’t.” He points to his throat and I realize he can’t breathe.

“I like your hair.” I say quickly, he looks so shocked when he looks up at me, “You look really good with it.” He keeps breathing heavily.

“Huh?”

“Although, you should ditch that fuck ass hat.” He tries to laugh but he’s still struggling. I slowly sit in front of him, “Seriously, who told you to wear that?”

“I- I have to.”

I roll my eyes but my hands are shaking. I’m not a stranger to a panic attack and seeing it happen to someone in front of me is a little scary, “Free will? I mean we all know you have it with the amount of times you whip out your middle finger.”

He laughs again, breathy, but his breathing seems to be getting slower.

“You definitely have free will.” he chokes out, “Saw you- today. Flirting with Lewis.” He got me there.

“Okay! Have you seen him? Who wouldn’t!?”

He shakes his head, “He’s way older.”

“Some people might find that hot.” He side eyes me, “Don’t worry I'm still into guys my own age.”

He’s smiling, nodding. We stay silent for a moment, his head resting against his knees as he catches his breath. He finally slides his legs out in front of him and I scoot next to him.

I tap my neck to ask for permission and he understands immediately, nodding. My hand slips to his neck, feeling his pulse.

“I used to have panic attacks a lot last year.” I explain as I feel his heart underneath my touch. He doesn’t say anything, just looking into my eyes. I swallow, “Your heart is going crazy.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, “Yeah I don’t think that’s because of the panic attack.”

I give him a look, “Seriously? Even in distress you’re a flirt.”

He licks his lips, “You’re good at calming people.”

“All I did was talk, not that hard.” My hand is still on his neck. “Are you okay?”

He swallows, looking away just as I drop my hand back to my side, “Mhm. Thank you.” His hand goes to mine as if it’s nothing. I’m shaking. He rests his head against the wall, closing his eyes, and squeezing my hand. “I think I owe you another drink, Red.”

⋆༺

It’s not until after more press and the conference is over, when Lando finds me again.

“Let me buy you dinner.” I raise a brow, “Come on, as a thank you.”

“You already said thank you.” I sip my water as he frowns. He’s out of his race suit and into jeans and a McLaren shirt.

“Just let me take you out.”

“Are you feeling okay?” I reach up and press the back of my hand to his forehead, “Oh no! Seems like you have a case of aiming high.” He mocks me as I cross my arms.

“Red, If you’re that high, I'll take my McLaren rocket ship and meet you.” I laugh at his words.

“A bit late on the whole rocket ship thing.” He sighs.

“We’ll have fun. Please. Why not?” He goes through five emotions in two seconds.

“You’re sinister, evil, and orange.” My eyes stray who who’s also orange and walking quickly up to us, “Shit.” I don’t mean to say it out loud.

Lando turns around quickly, then back to me, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of Zak. I’ll introduce you-”

“No! I’m not! I gotta go!”

“Wha- Red!” I walk away so fast that I don’t see the man rounding the corner.

“Y/n?” Oscar looks at me confused, “Alright?”

“Hi!” I quickly move past him but he follows.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lando is trying to introduce me to Zak Brown.” I say simply as we turn another corner and Oscar frowns.

“Zak Brown as in your dad Zak Brown?” I look at him, nodding. Then he laughs, “He doesn’t know who you are?”

“Nope. Sort of a long story but I'm in too deep now.” I cross my arms and he starts laughing harder.

“I’m completely here for this- Just one question though… how the fuck does he not know who you are? You’ve been in the garage.”

“He’s blind and I'm a mastermind?” I shrug and of course, Lando finds us.

“Red! No!” He groans when he sees Oscar, “Osc, Don’t convert her into a you fan i’m trying so hard to get her to like me!” Oscar laughs harder, covering his mouth and looking at me.

“I don’t need to be converted! I’m already an Oscar fan!” Lando frowns as I shake my head.

“Don’t worry mate, everyone’s an Oscar fan.” He pats Lando on the shoulder before leaving. “See ya…” I can tell he’s about to say my name but he stops himself.

Lando narrows his eyes at me, “He knows your name?” I bite my lip and walk away. “Hey wait! Any thoughts about tonight?”

I glance back at him, “Don’t you have a race to be preparing for?”

He smirks, catching up to me, “Wanna know my pre race ritual?” I push him away from me, “I’ll give you a hint.” He winks and my stomach does a weird flip.

“You’re never gonna stop, are you?” I place my hands on my hips, looking up at the man.

“Tell me to, and I will.” I stay quiet, his eyes meeting mine and the corner of his lip quirking up. Someone calls his name but his eyes stay on me, smiling. He leans down and taps his knuckles against his hand, “Bye, Red.”

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Although Lando has been running around my head, I still have other duties besides being flirted with. I’m at dinner with my dad, it’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us. And I will say, I missed it.

He’s busy and obviously distracted but i’m grateful for any time I get with him. We’re in the Paddock but everybody is gone except for a few engineers and workers.

“Tell me about your weekend! I haven’t seen you much in the garage.” He takes a bite out of his salad, looking down at his texts.

“I’ve been around.” I shrug, drinking my lemonade, “It’s good to be back. But I have been sneaking off with my friends a bit…”

He smiles, “I’m glad. Even if you aren’t cheering us on.” I laugh, “You will be watching from the garage tomorrow, though.”

I nod, “Yes yes, I know.”

We get into a conversation about the issues with my apartment and how he thinks I should move back home. I get the feeling that he’s worried about tomorrow and suddenly wonder if he’s like this every weekend.

My dad gets a call which ends our dinner early, “I gotta grab my bag then I'll head to the hotel.” I kiss him on the cheek and make my way to the garage.

There’s a few people hanging back, some looking at screens and someone laying on the floor, looking at Lando’s back wing.

I grab my purse, rummaging around in it to make sure my phone is there. “You sure you’re not stalking me, Red?” That damn voice makes me jump.

He's sitting on the floor next to his own car, his arms and black shirt dirty. Was he… fixing his car?

I raise a brow, “What are you doing?” He takes the rag next to him and wipes off his hands, standing up.

“What are you doing?”

I cross my arms, “Stealing information for ferrari.” He smirks, shaking his head and walking past me to grab his water.

“Instead of having dinner with me? You need to sort your priorities out.”

I flip my hair over my shoulder, “Do you work on your own car often?”

“I can’t do much but I do like to see how it looks.” He shrugs, leaning against the wall and glancing at the people working, “You seriously not gonna tell me who you know at McLaren? You obviously have an in.”

He waves to the people who are packing up and walking out. We are now alone.

I hum, knowing there’s no chance I'm about to tell him who my ‘in’ is. He laughs a bit, “Alright, stay mysterious. Wanna sit in it?” I almost think I didn’t hear him correctly.

“What?” He nods, standing and walking over to his car, “Come on, don’t tell me you’ve already driven one or something.”

I smile, shaking my head and walking towards him, “No. I used to kart but I’m actually shit at it.” He laughs, beckoning me closer. “Won’t you get in trouble for this?”

He brings his finger to his lips, shushing me as I stand in front of him, “Okay put your foot here,” he points, “And hold onto this.” He points again and I do as I'm told.

I hate to admit it, but I am quite clumsy. When I slip a bit, his hands go to catch me instantly. Thank you driver reaction practice.

He lifts me down into the seat, his hands regretfully leaving me. I look up at him, “For once, you look tall.” His smile drops, leaning over me.

“You’re one to talk.” He scoffs and starts pointing at things. I try to listen but his hand is right in front of my face and I’m genuinely surprised how much I don’t know.

“You’re so far down.” I hum, holding my hands out as if I'm driving, “My back already hurts.” He smiles and kneels next to me.

“You look good in here. Seems like a complete hazard though, even if the car isn’t on.” I tilt my head up to look at him. A curl is falling perfectly in his face. “I didn’t wear the hat as much today, what’d you think?”

I smile at the fact that he listened to my bullshit, “How are you, by the way?”

He nods, avoiding my eyes and messing around with something on the car, “Fine.”

“So the whole panic attack thing was just for fun?” He eyes me, biting his lip.

“Thank you again, It was kinda embarrassing but you made me feel better.” I chew the inside of my cheek, smiling softly at his expression. He looks tired, but a big step up from earlier.

I’ve seen Lando a million times. He’s on posters, all over my feed, in my dads photo dumps, billboards, ads… But none of that can compare to the real thing.

He shoots up so fast that I’m about to laugh and ask what he’s doing, but he starts talking to someone. “Lando!” It’s my dad. Alarm bells ring in my ears as my hand goes over my mouth. Okay. He can’t see me, I know that at least. “I thought you’d already left!”

Lando laughs awkwardly, I think he’s standing in front of the car now. “Uh! Wanted to make sure everything’s good with the car. Guess I lost track of time.”

I hear my dad laugh, rummaging around, “Get some sleep, kid.” I think we’re in the clear until I hear sneakers squeaking, “You haven’t seen a girl come in here, have you?”

My heart rate skyrockets as Lando clears his throat, “Nope. But I've been pretty distracted with the car.”

“Alright well… I have someone to introduce you to tomorrow! Get some rest and drink water!” The door shuts and I hear Lando sigh heavily.

I stand up and messily get out of the car, “I thought for sure I was dead!” Lando says, running a hand through his hair and shivering, “Sorry about that.”

“No worries! I don’t want to get you in trouble though so I should go…” He nods, looking a bit disappointed.

“Want me to walk you out?” I can’t help but smile softly at the soft way he says it.

“I know my way, Thanks though.” I grab my bag, thanking god my dad didn’t see it before, “Rest up.” I mock my dad as Lando chuckles.

“With you on my mind, that’ll be difficult.” I pretend like my cheeks aren’t on fire and open the door.

“Dream about me, then.”

⋆༺

The party environment of the Mexican Grand Prix is all I needed today. I’m in a white dress with marigolds embroidered at the bottom, a flower in my hand from one of the people who are painted.

I laugh with Rebecca and Alex as we walk through the paddock, their boyfriends already getting ready for the drivers parade.

I haven’t told them about last night. I mean, what is there to tell? I swipe my lipgloss on, checking my makeup in the reflection of Rebecca’s glasses.

“Is Carlos nervous for today?” I ask her as she smiles at his name.

“I think so, but I’m really hopeful for a good result.” we continue walking, “Hopefully I don’t jinx it.”

“Hey, Y/n.” Alex nudges me, “Someone just arrived.” She winks as we all turn to look at the Paddock entrance behind us.

Lando Norris.

He’s wearing a Quadrant crewneck and a big smile. He signs something for a tiny fan and hurry’s past the photographers.

He almost walks past us, but he does a double take. He looks happy, I’m glad. “Rebecca, Alex.” He doesn’t stop walking as he politely greets them. His eyes meet mine and his expression changes, “Hey, Red.”

I smile softly before he turns and practically runs away, “Yup! He’s in love.”

I swat Rebecca’s arm as she laughs, “Goodbye!”

“No!” Alex laughs, “Come get coffee!”

I shake my head, “I told Pato I would grab breakfast with him, I’ll see you later!”

I smile at the two of them as they wave and we split up, me going to McLaren and them to Ferrari.

⋆༺

Breakfast is good, we watch the drivers go around and laugh at George who is shivering like a leaf. I say goodbye to him as soon as the drivers parade ends.

I need to see my dad before the craziness begins. “Dad!” I smile as he sits on the pit wall.

“Sweetie!” He smiles and waves me over, letting me sit with him.

“Ready for today?” I ask as he looks over data.

He nods, “Definitely!” He crosses his fingers and I smile, looking over the data with him. He knows I have no clue what we’re looking at so he explains it to me.

I lean in to look at the tiny words when my dad gets distracted, “Oh!” I hear him say but i’m trying to decipher this code still, “I have someone for you to meet!” I’ve met a million different people this week so I smile and stick out my hand like usual, “Lando! This is my daughter Y/n.”

I stare at him. His smile drops for a second, then a look of panic washes over him before he takes a breath and shakes my hand.

“Nice to meet you.” I almost whisper it. He’s looking at me and I feel like I'm about to get swallowed whole.

His face contorts again, he looks like he’s finally cracked me, “Pleasure” My dad looks away and Lando takes that second to narrow his eyes, a smirk still on his face.

I drop his hand as my dad looks at us again, “I think Y/n has been avoiding the garage! I would have introduced you days ago!”

Lando’s jaw ticks, “Not a McLaren girl?”

I can’t help but smile, “Ferrari through and through.”

My dad shakes his head, “Don’t mind her odd preferences…” he’s about to say something else but gets pulled away by someone in orange.

Lando just looks at me, my cheeks hot as he examines me. I expect him to be mad, but he just smiles, “Y/n, huh?” I nod shyly, “It’s pretty. It fits you.”

“Okay! Lan you gotta go!” My dad claps a hand on his shoulder, dragging him away.

“Good luck!” I say quickly as he shoots me a devious look. I take a breath I didn’t know I was holding in, and watch him leave.

⋆༺

The race has me on the edge of my seat for all 71 laps. I accidentally gasp way too loud at Lando being pushed off track and maybe start clapping when it’s announced that Max got two penalties.

The whole time I have a feeling that Lando will be on that podium, but definitely not in third.

My manifestation comes true when Charles goes off track and Lando zooms by.

Ten laps to go and I don’t think I've taken a deep breath in twenty. But the moment Lando passes the finish line, the garage claps and I sigh in relief.

I hug my dad but I watch the podium ceremony from the side, smiling as the boys get sprayed with champagne while laughing.

I see Rebecca with tears in her eyes and when I look back to the podium, I see Lando looking at me. He's grinning, holding his bottle of champagne and pouring it into his mouth before winking at me.

If he’s still acting like this after he found out my dad is his boss, then I am unexplainably screwed. And I couldn’t be happier about it.

After the podium, I walk back to the garage, but Lando catches me first, pulling me into a hidden area. He’s soaked in champagne and grinning like an idiot, “Have fun out there?” I ask, crossing my arms.

He nods, “Think i’m cool yet?”

“A bit… maybe when I watch you win.” His smile grows, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“Go out with me.” I laugh at his words, “For real this time! Y/n.” He says my name like a prayer and I never want it to stop.

“I guess I sort of owe you.”

He nods enthusiastically, “Y/n Brown. What a name… I knew you had an in!”

I shake my head, “I’m sorry. But it was fun messing with you.”

He sighs in defeat, “I feel much better that I know who you are. Although I almost passed out when the words ‘daughter’ left Zak’s mouth!” I laugh with him, champagne dripping down his curls still.

“You did really well today.”

He bites his lip, “Think of how much better I'll do knowing you’re screaming my name in the garage.” I swat his arm but he swerves and plants a kiss on my cheek.

My jaw drops as he pulls back, “I’ll pick you up tonight!” he starts walking away, backwards, “I’ll text you!”

“You don’t even have my number!” I yell after him but he just winks and blows me a kiss. Just as I turn back around and roll my eyes, I see my dad in front of me, arms crossed as my eyes go wide.

He sighs, looking like he already has a headache, “What the hell did I miss?”

[boozenboze]

It’ll Be Alright

Aguni x Dom!Male reader

Female reader, she/her or she/they DNI

Warnings:Angst,Fluff,Hurt-Comfort

The Beach was created for everyone to feel safe.Like they had somewhere to go after playing those gruesome games that the borderland had set up for them.Practically everyone there was partying,having sex,smoking 24/7,and the best part about it for them is that the leader allows it all.Though of course the leader wouldn’t be anything without their subordinates or his executives to be specific.There were seven in total and one of those people being M/n L/n.He became an executive because of his skills when it came to games of spade and hearts.He was also in charge of spectating all the members and assisting the leader of the militants,Aguni.The other male wasn’t too fond of the h/c haired male but it was Hatters decision.

Now getting more into M/n.If the beach members had to describe him he would be another version of Aguni.The only difference between the two was height and demeanor.M/n was the guy you could actually reason with, without having to get physical.He is usually upbeat and can be seen talking to beach members on the regular.Some of the ladies would always leave subtle hints of wanting something more when they were talking with him.Sadly for them he would always disregard their comments and focus on the most normal parts of their interactions.

Believe it or not,M/n can usually be seen following close behind Aguni whenever the shorter male had to go renew his visa.When they were playing games with each other, other players considered them to work in sync with one another.That was the case with any game they played together,the two of them both used their own abilities to play the games.The more time the two spent together the comfortable the two got with each other.When the two of them weren’t playing the borders games, they would be having conversations with each other and M/n would always have an arm thrown over the shorter males shoulder as they spoke.

The two men had gotten comfortable with one another,and Hatter hadn’t failed to notice it.He also never failed to notice how Aguni face would redden when M/n put his arm around him,but the male never failed to hold his stoic expression.Once Hatter saw that he decided every time it was time for all the beach people to go play games to collect cards,he just so happens to make them have the same number on their cards when it was time to collect more cards.

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A few says have passed and some new people had arrived as well Arisu and Usagi were there names.Besides that everything seemed to be going normal at the beach.Well…..that was until Hatter had to go renew his visa.

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M/n was currently walking to the meeting room where all the executives were.Tata had came to him and apparently something bad happened,and it wouldn’t be further explained till everyone was there.Now standing in front of the door,the h/c haired male walked inside the room only to see the other executives standing around something.Now approaching the table his eyes widened at the sight of Hatters pale figure.The gunshot wound going through his chest,seemingly where his heart was.

“What the hell happened?”M/n muttered as he went to stand beside Niragi.

“Don’t know but the bastards dead,meaning that we need a new number 1.”Niragi said now looking at M/n.As a way of debating who should be the next leader at first the number 2 was going to take that place,but Niragi had other plans.Pointing his gun at the others(besides M/n since he has a genuine fear of him) and having Last Boss point his blade at the others.

By the end of the meeting Aguni had become the new king of the Beach.Though M/n had noticed Aguni’s demeanor.Sure the man had maintained his stoic expression but M/n couldn’t help but feel the radiation of regret and guilt emitting from his friend.He also knew that Aguni was Hatters best friend,so maybe those feelings that he felt coming from the shorter male was the regret of not being there for his friend.

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Nighttime was nearing and M/n had just finished cleaning up his room.He was now laying in his bed reading a book with his lamp on right next to him.His reading was cut short due to a heavy knock on his door.With a sigh he placed a bookmark that he had found in his book.Now standing up and opening the door he saw Aguni who he hadn’t been expecting.Usually he would be in his room asleep but no,here he was standing in the h/c haired males doorway.

“Um hey did ya need something?”M/n said as the other male just invited himself in his room with his arms to his side.M/n shut his door as Aguni kicked off his boots and sat on his bed.Usually this would be a normal occurrence for the two but when the ex soilder had came in the whole atmosphere seemed tense.

“Is there something wrong?”M/n said as he approached his bed,sitting where he had been before he was disrupted.Aguni was silent,keeping his gaze towards the ground as M/n placed a hand on the males shoulder and he visibly tensed up.The s/c skinned male furrowed his eyebrows and put a hand under the males chin so he’d face him.His eyes widened when he saw his puffy red eyes.

“If this is about Hatter then-”

“I killed him.”Aguni had cut off the other male mid scentence.M/n pulled his hand away and looked at him with widened eyes.Aguni stared dead at him,staring into his soul.Even though he wanted to run out the room and tell the others,but something in him made him stay and want to hear the other males side of the story.M/n sat up and nodded his head allowing Aguni to continue.

“He wasn’t acting like himself...he had pulled gun on me and I thought he was gonna pull the trigger so I-um.”Aguni chocked on his words feeling all the guilt washing over him,the same feeling he had when holding his lifeless friend in his arms.M/n understood the males situation,he had killed his best friend out of pure reaction.In all honesty he would’ve done the same thing.M/n scooted closer to the male and pulled him into a hug.The shorter males stoic expression had fallen and he started to cry.M/n didn’t know what to do exactly to help,but he was just going to do what he did best.

“His gun wasn’t even loaded,a-and I fucking shot him.His d-damn gun wasn’t f-fucking loaded either.”Aguni sobbed while gripping the back of M/n’s shirt.The h/c haired male sat there processing the whole situation.The entire situation was unintentional and this was the outcome of it.Without saying anything,M/n pulled Aguni on top of him and let the male cry into his chest.He turned off the lamp beside his bed and slithered his hand up the males shirt. He began rubbing circles into the males back.

A few minutes went by and the room fell into silence.The sound of soft snores had filled the room,once Aguni passed out.M/n had wrapped his arms around the males waist and turned to the side so he could pull the male close.Aguni’s face was now nuzzled in the s/c skinned males neck as said male began to fall asleep himself.Was M/n qualified to comfort to shorter male,no he wasn’t.Even so the h/c haired male knew that his friend(boyfriend) needed some comfort and some asssurance that everything would be alright.

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the beloved ferrari heiress just had her appendix removed, and now the whole world is convinced that she's going to start an epidemic

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↳ yn_ferrari I DIDNT DO ANYTHING?!

↳ redbullracing A source spotted you touching the rear wing of Max's car 💔

↳ yn_ferrari THAT'S A LIE.... scuderiaferrari STEP UP?

↳ scuderiaferrari Sorry, we're too focused on celebrating P1 and P2

↳ mercedesamgf1 Wow, can't relate scuderiaferrari

username why is there a video of you running down the pitlane after race, pls explain 😭

↳ yn_ferrari i was watching the race with max at red bull’s hospitality 🏃‍♀️💨

carlossainz55 Us 1 - Appendicitis 0 🍾

↳ yn_ferrari yes sir 🫡

charles_leclerc Can I have my appendix removed too? papaferrari

↳ papaferrari No

landonorris Do mine next, I need to win

alex_albon Can I have my appendix removed again?

↳ yn_ferrari control your man lilymhe 😭

↳ lilymhe bffr 🤬

username FORZA FERRARI SIEMPRE

↳ yn_ferrari rrrAAAGHHHH 🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

scuderiaferrari We're so happy, our appendix literally burst 🥹

↳ username new merch idea?

↳ scuderiaferrari Noted 📝

papaferrari Dinner on me tonight 😎 carlossainz55 charles_leclerc

↳ charles_leclerc Finally

↳ carlossainz55 On my way!

↳ maxverstappen1 Can I come too?

↳ papaferrari I guess so, Y/N would be mad if I didn't invite you

↳ charles_leclerc Max got a pity invite 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari KEEP MY BOYFRIEND'S NAME OUT OF YOUR F-ING MOUTH

↳ lewishamilton Can i come? 🤔

↳ carlossainz55 My wound is still fresh...

↳ yn_ferrari LET HIM HAVE THIS ONE, SIR. WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT YEAR 🤗

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