#meanwhile I'm just here watching my little shows

[therulerofallpotatos]

Lovw how humans and Predators actually get along fine for the most part when we aren't actively being hunted by them.

Like they are us in many ways and sometimes they're dicks but sometimes there's a third guy here who we both hate and then a human ends up w their respect because of their warrior based cultural standards. Very curious what would happen if a human got stranded on their planet for once(not in an enclosed arena for hunting season. Like actually just randomly dropped into one of their cities). We haven't really seen how the average Predator lives. Can you imagine if the only humans you meet were dictators, rich fucks who hunt giraffes in their free time, and like...idk soldiers in active war zones?

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

hmmm once again seeing some opinions that really really baffle me

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: CHICAGO DISS TRACK * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where at the Chicago show of the Surprise Party Tour, Chris is not only surprised by the diss track made by his brothers against him, but especially by his girlfriend being part of it.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: I'm not a song writer by no means, so I apologize in advance if Y/N's part of the song sucks 😭✋🏻

A/N³: Stream LIKE ME right now!

The orange glow of the stage lights bathed everything in warmth, catching little glints in the shelves to the left of the stage, bouncing off the glossy top of the coffee table sitting between the two orange couches.

Y/N, standing just off-stage behind the curtain with the crew, had that weird ache in her chest she always got right before the surprise segment. She could practically feel the excitement coming from the fans, like static electricity tingling across her skin.

She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling too hard. She already knew what the surprise was. I mean, how couldn’t she? She was in it.

She leaned forward a little, peeking past the thick curtain, watching the boys from her hidden little corner.

Nick was lounging - well, more like bouncing - in his seat on the left couch, leg jittering, fingers tapping on the cushion, clearly vibrating with excitement. Matt and Chris were sharing the right couch, the former sitting up straight with a smile. Chris, meanwhile, was leaned back with one arm stretched along the back of the couch, his head tilted in curiosity, eyes glued to the giant screen in front of them.

And then, it started.

The big screen flicked to life with a massive countdown in bold white numbers against a glitching screen.

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

Everyone in the theater screamed. It was instant.

Echoing. Like someone had thrown gasoline on a fire and let it explode.

Y/N laughed under her breath, clutching her jacket at the chest. She swore her heart jumped with that countdown. It always did.

The screen flickered, and there they were.

Matt and Nick. Edited to be side by side, both in suits and ties, serious expressions. Nick was adjusting his already-too-tight tie, and Matt was patting down his shirt collar, eyes locked with the camera lens.

The crowd absolutely lost it.

Nick leapt up from his couch like someone had shocked him and started doing these little bouncy jumps toward Matt, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. His feet barely touched the ground, boots thudding heavily against the stage floor.

"Oh, Nick." Y/N whispered to herself, soft smile decorating her face, watching Nick’s expression explode into a wide grin as he reached Matt and wrapped him up in a huge hug.

Matt hugged him back with one arm and held the mic to his mouth with the other.

"I’m so excited."

Nick pulled back from the hug, mic now in his hand.

"We've been talking about this all day." He said, turning to the audience. "And I'm so excited that we're about to show this to you guys. I feel like me and Matt don't have many duo moments, right?"

The theater roared with approval, stomping and clapping and shrieking. Chris raised an eyebrow from the right couch, side-eyeing them both with an amused but skeptical expression.

"Oh, here we go." He muttered into his mic, finally standing up.

Y/N bit her lip, stifling her laugh as Chris casually strolled over to the left couch Nick had just vacated, flopping onto it in one fluid motion, stretching out like he owned the place. Which, well, he kind of did.

"Alright, I’m curious." He said, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it. "I’m suspicious, but I’m curious."

Nick, still standing, grinned mischievously, and held up a single finger.

"Okay." He started, pacing a little as he spoke. "Before we play this video, I know you’re excited. I know you’re screaming. I know you’re probably on the edge of your seat."

People in the front row giggled, phones held up and already recording.

"But this surprise?" Nick continued, voice dropping dramatically. "It’s a little dramatic. It’s a little drama. And it’s gonna be amazing. But I need y’all to listen while you watch it. ‘Cause we only get to watch this once, alright? And I want to make sure that you have the best experience watching it. So, be excited, laugh, but listen, and let's get into it."

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Matt gave Nick a quick shoulder bump before the two of them made their way back to the right couch, both of them trying to suppress the stupid, excited grins tugging at their mouths.

Y/N clutched her chest.

The screen flickered again.

And the video began.

Matt and Nick sat on the edge of Matt's bed, both in crisp white long sleeves, shoulders brushing, Matt with his backward baby pink cap on.

"Me and Matt have some major plans today." Video-Nick said, not even waiting a single second to properly greet the camera. "And it all kinda involves shitting on Chris... Basically, Chris hasn’t done his fair share of shit on us, and going to the studio with his friends and making a diss track seemed just fair."

And that was when the place went feral.

People screamed. Hands flew over mouths.

On the right couch, Chris’s head whipped toward his brothers so fast it was a miracle he didn’t pull a muscle. His face was this perfect blend of betrayal and disbelief, pinkish lips parted in a dropped-jaw expression, blinking like he’d just been slapped.

And before he could even grab his mic to react verbally, Matt’s voice echoed again from the screen.

"Besides Chris’s friends, there’s gonna be another very important person in there with us to help create this diss track about Chris." He turned his head on the video to Nick beside him and added. "Also, Nick has never sung in a studio before. Not even once."

Video-Nick gave a little 'yeah, true' shrug and nodded.

"Never touched a mic for singing, actually. Either way, I feel like I’m more of a singer than a rapper, though."

"Chris needs a rap, not a pop song." Matt replied immediately, barely holding back a grin.

The crowd laughed.

Chris, still holding onto his mic like a lifeline, shook his head with this baffled little smile like he genuinely didn’t know how to react yet.

Then, cut.

The video jumped to a dimly lit studio room, those iconic blue neon lights casting this soft futuristic glow over everything. Matt stood in front of a mic setup, black headphones pushed over his ears, phone in one hand, looking relaxed but focused. He was glancing at someone off-screen.

"... If I have a visual cue of when the beat is gonna drop, it’s gonna be easier for me." He said, pointing slightly with the hand holding his phone.

And then, from somewhere just beside the camera, a familiar voice called out.

"Oh, you wanna see it drop?"

The second that voice hit, the entire crowd lost it.

Chris straight up jolted on the couch, body shooting forward like someone had zapped him. His cap almost flew off. His mic dropped from his hands to his lap - almost fleeing to the ground, and his whole expression screamed 'is that who I think it is?'

Because it was.

Video-Y/N's body walked into the frame. She had a big pair of headphones hanging around her neck, layered gold jewelry below it, catching the blue light.

She looked at whoever Matt had been talking to and nodded, her voice smooth and easy.

"Yeah, that would actually be very helpful."

That was it.

That tiny moment was enough to send the crowd into full-blown chaos. People jumped on their seats, screamed, you could barely hear over the shrieking.

Chris was still frozen with his mouth wide open, jaw starting to hurt, blue eyes staring at the screen, like his brain hadn’t caught up with what just happened.

And then he finally managed to react, dragging his mic to his lips like a man possessed.

"WHAT?!" He practically screeched, his voice cracking with disbelief.

Nick stood up, cracking up as he grabbed his own mic. He turned to where Y/N was obviously hidden behind the stage, grinning.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest for this surprise..." Then he pointed his free hand toward the side of the stage. "Y/N, come out here, queen!"

And right on cue, Y/N appeared, that same smug little smile on her lips like she knew she just turned the theater upside down.

She walked to the center of the stage, waving sweetly to the audience, blowing a kiss toward Matt and Nick’s couch, then heading over to Chris’s one, her movements chill and confident, already used to being on a stage after standing on its side for six shows in a row.

Chris hadn’t taken his eyes off her. He stared at her the entire walk to the couch, his expression a mixture of love and betray.

Y/N plopped down beside him, letting her shoulder bump his casually as she laughed at the chaos around them, thighs touching his jeans covered ones, feeling instantly his body heat penetrating her skin.

Chris dragged his mic back up dramatically, his eyes following hers.

"Did you really make a diss track about your own very good boyfriend?"

The tone was so wounded, so fake-offended, the crowd roared.

Y/N just rolled her eyes, leaning in more - as if it was even possible with how close they already were -, plump lips covered in pink gloss pressing a quick kiss on his milky cheek, leaving glitter behind, and leaned back with a shrug, turning her head to the screen.

"Gotta keep you humble."

Chris stared at her like she’d just invented fire, completely smitten, then dropped his head back with a groan into the couch.

"Unreal..." He muttered into the mic. Though he was smiling so wide, it nearly broke his face.

On screen, Y/N turned to Matt, pressing just one side of her headphones against her ear, listening to what Matt and Nick had sung until now while waiting for the producer to do what Matt had proposed.

"'I’m the favorite child, you can go and ask your father' is literally the best thing you could think of, Matt." She said, eyebrows raised, half-laughing in this low, amused tone that came straight from her chest.

From behind the camera, Nick cackled.

Matt just nodded super fast, his whole face smug, a crooked smile already spreading.

"No, exactly! If he comes with that shit of 'Oh, I have the best tour surprise', dude, I’m getting my gay brother who watches RuPaul’s Drag Race four times a week and his girlfriend who’s obsessed with him to come to this studio and diss rap him for hours."

Y/N snorted.

"Guilty." She muttered, tossing her free hand up dramatically, one foot tapping the ground to the beat that was still echoing from her headphones directly to her ears.

The crowd was still going wild as everyone’s attention kept glued to the screen, the video now slowly fading into what looked like the start of a music video.

The screen lit up with Nick.

Back to the camera, hood up, shoulders squared, and standing in front of a closed elevator.

The hoodie was pitch black and decked out in silver spikes that looked like they could kill someone if he turned too fast, catching the dim light of the scene and gleaming like daggers.

The second his figure appeared, there was a wave of gasps.

"Oh my God." Chris's voice echoed from his mic to the speakers, his eyes darting from the screen to Nick and back again.

DING

The elevator doors slid open, and Nick stepped in without hesitation.

Inside the elevator, the vibe somehow got even cooler.

Matt was standing on the left, looking like he had just gotten out of an important meeting, body covered in an all-black suit. He gave Nick the quickest up-and-down look, raising his eyebrows before turning back to face the closed elevator door again.

The crowd was already going crazy again. People clapping, some laughing with his reaction.

But then the camera moved again, and there she was.

Right side of the elevator.

Leaning back on the wall like this was the most boring situation in the world.

Her body was covered in a black faux leather pleated mini skirt that sat low on her waist, a wide belt looped around it, thick and grommeted, fastened with a large silver buckle that sat slightly tilted.

The skirt was paired with a long-sleeved black mesh top, fitted close to her body, dotted with tiny, scattered rhinestones. Her sleeves extended into fingerless gloves that wrapped around her hands decorated with silver rings.

Black shiny boots to her knees. Choker on.

She had her arms crossed, one knee bent, chewing gum like she could not care less about the world.

She didn’t even look at Nick.

Didn’t acknowledge anyone.

Just chewed her gum with this bored expression.

And that’s when the entire room collectively combusted. Someone yelled 'HOT' so loud it echoed above the screams.

Meanwhile, Chris went through five stages of falling in love all over again in two seconds.

His eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, and this huge smile just took over his face. The kind of smile you try to hide but it’s too late, it’s already there and it’s so obvious you’re whipped.

His body acted almost on instinct, reaching for Y/N and just gently wrapping his arm around her shoulders. His fingers pressed into her upper arm like he was making sure she was real, and he tugged her softly until she leaned into him.

Her laugh was caught in the mic, soft and warm, tilting her head to look at him, but Chris, still staring at the screen, shook his head with the most insane look of awe.

"That's my girl right there, everyone." He said into the mic, taking more screams out of everyone.

Y/N didn’t even try to hide her grin. She leaned fully into him, nuzzling her head briefly on his covered shoulder before turning to look at the big screen like everyone else, her cheeks a little pink from the screaming crowd and the way Chris was looking at her like she hung the moon.

[When you get dressed, you should think a little longer]

On screen, the elevator dinged once more. The doors opening.

Only Nick stepped out, walking to the corridor that stretched in front of him. Neon purple lights on the ceiling. He walked forward, still not looking at the camera.

[First verse + Chorus]

[... Yeah, he wanna be just like me]

The space was bathed in neon purples and soft violets that kissed the black, curved walls. One big circle light glowed from above, dead center, like a spotlight from another planet.

And then, Y/N stepped into frame.

She moved with this crazy mix of confidence and chill, her steps slow and controlled as she slid into the middle of the frame like she owned the place. Half-lidded eyes decorated with shiny gems just below her lower eyelid locked with the camera in that way that made it impossible to look anywhere else.

"You talk big, babe, but you're softer than my skincare. Actin’ like a player, but your game’s just not there..."

Y/N’s voice wasn’t sweet. It was smooth, sultry, sharp as glass wrapped in silk.

The crowd gasped.

Literal gasps. Audible whispers.

"Holy fucking shit." Chris's voice sounded choked against his mic, his tongue poking out to wet his lips in a hypnotized manner, pupils intensely widening.

"You say you run the house, can’t find clean underwear. Yeah, I date you, it’s a choice, but let’s not go there."

She bounced gently with the beat, arms moving effortlessly, shoulder dips, slow turns causing her skirt to dance around plump thighs, little half-smirks on the beat drops.

[Middle verse]

[... I'm the favorite child, you can go and ask Mary Lou]

The music video jumped into the next part. Purple. Neon. Glowy and deliciously moody.

"Your brothers roast you, I just add the spice. Lucky that I love you, boy, I’m way too nice."

There she was.

Y/N on the screen, in that dim, vibey room, with a glowing purple haze washing over everything. She was standing front and center, with Nick and Matt behind her, each on each side of her.

Nick was bobbing his head from his place in the left back of the dark room, smirking.

Matt had this calm confidence on his face, nodding along in the right back, his arms moving to the beat while his eyes locked onto the camera, blue bandana moving with each movement.

A smug smirk stretched across her face, exposing the two tooth gems glued to her pearly canine teeth's.

Two silver stars, shining below the camera flash.

"The gems!" Chris yelled on the mic before pointing it to the big screen, blue eyes widening. "Oh, you're gonna have to use those every day now."

Y/N laughed, her body shaking against his.

"It looks amazing, doesn't it? I was the one who told her to use them." Nick nodded from his place on the couch, a smug look taking over his features.

"And we all say 'thank you, Nick'." Matt muttered against his mic, snorting.

Then the video flickered.

Now it was all white neon light. Their dark silhouettes danced and vibed in perfect sync. Just their outlines, glowing in white and shifting around with the beats.

"So sip your soda, flex that 'Rizz God' fame. But let’s be honest, you'd forget your own name."

Every word, she looked straight into the lens like she was talking to someone specific.

Back on stage, Chris turned slowly to her and narrowed his eyes.

"You’re lucky I love you."

"Aw." She said into his mic, pouting her lower lip with the fakest sweetness ever. "You’d forget your own name without me anyway."

[Last verse + last chorus]

[... Yeah, he wanna be just like me]

When everyone thought the music video was over with how the beat got lower, the final scene started.

The crowd screamed, gasping in surprise.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Matt's voice yelled from his place, echoing from the speakers and bouncing against the theater walls. "There wasn't-"

"The song ended... it ended with that chorus! Wha-" Nick picked up from where Matt abruptly stopped, body sitting a little more straight on the orange couch, frowning.

Dark neon purple again. But this time, deeper. Intense.

Y/N was back, alone in that glowing room.

She was staring straight into the camera, half-lidded eyes, lips already curled into that smug, almost daring little smirk. Her head purposefully tilted just slightly to the side.

She had a Fresh Love unreleased black cap pulled low over her forehead, the brim shadowing her eyes a bit. But not enough to hide them. Not even close.

They were sharp. Locked in.

Her lips were red now, glossy and full, a little too perfect.

And then, she rapped.

"Okay, but listen, he’s mine, so tread light. Y’all can joke, but I swing when it doesn't sit right."

And holy shit.

Chris audibly choked on stage.

Nick had to grab Matt’s arm, jaw dropping so hard that anyone who paid close attention knew it hurt.

Matt let out the longest "AYOOOOOOOOO" into his mic like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

And the crowd?

Feral. Hands in the air. People screaming.

On the screen, Y/N's hands moved as she spoke, smooth and expressive. Her long black nails with silver glitter caught the light and sparkled as she pointed to herself on 'he’s mine'.

She looked down for just a split second, then licked her lips casually as the next line dropped.

"You call him the worst? Nah, he’s my favorite view."

She dragged that line with the softest rasp, just enough flirt in her tone to make the entire crowd go still for half a second like they needed to process it.

Chris's hand flexed around Y/N's shoulder, discreetly adjusting his hips and legs in a manspread position to try and hide how turned on he actually was, jaw flexing and adam's apple bobbing as he gulped, watching the screen like he could devour her video version with his eyes.

"Say what you want, but he’s better than the two of you."

The screen paused on her face for one last beat. Her smirk still there. Her eyes still locked into the camera like she was daring anyone to come for her man. Like she was saying, 'go ahead, try me'.

And then it all fades to black.

The music stopped.

And for a second, the theater was pure silence.

Until the crowd exploded.

Screams. Claps. Cheers. Laughter. Chaos. Literal hysteria.

Nick had his eyes still locked on the big screen, mic frozen halfway his mouth, while Matt glared at Y/N with a playful hard gaze.

"Oops?" Y/N pressed her lips in a fine line.

"How did you even record this part without us knowing?"

Y/N just sat there all smug, doing a little shoulder shrug.

"I just went back to the studio a week later. Me and the producer had it all planned since day one." Her eyes darted from Matt to Nick. "And then, I talked to the crew that helped us record the music video and asked them if we could film the last part and add it to the already edited MV. The one you both received didn't have this part."

"I'm shocked. This is actually insane, Y/N." Nick shook his head, looking at the crowd with raised eyebrows. "I guess we all were surprised tonight, guys."

Y/N jokingly rolled her eyes at him before turning to look at Chris with this soft little smile, one that was completely different from the cocky on-screen version of her. One from the girl who loved him too hard, who wrote verses like that not to roast him but to make him laugh.

Her fingers were affectionately tapping against the inside of his thigh, her arm resting comfortably above his legs, cheeks glowing with the most genuine happiness.

Meanwhile, Chris was just staring at her with this look, like she was the only person in the room before turning to the crowd.

"Y’all heard that, right? That was a threat." His eyes moved to his brothers. "I would watch my back now if I were you two."

Y/N giggled and grabbed the mic from him, casually resting her free hand on his chest.

"It was a love letter, babe. Relax."

The crowd screamed again.

Matt shook his head, fixing his cap before looking at her again.

"You’re so scary sometimes."

Chris snorted, pressing his mouth to the side of her head before turning to the mic again.

"I don’t care what anyone says... you’re better than all of us."

Nick nodded.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, the protector of Chris’s dignity, the queen herself, give it up for Y/N."

The cheers were deafening.

Y/N peeked down to the crowd, eyes wide, lips bitten back into a shy smile, shaking her head.

Under all the lights, with all the noise, the chaos, the screaming, Chris leaned in, whispering in her ear just for her.

"So just to confirm... I’m your favorite view, yeah?"

She turned to look up at him, eyes shining.

And without even thinking, she kissed him.

Just a peck. Quick, sweet. Pure instinct. Pure them.

Everyone screamed as loud as the whole crew thought it was possible, the stage shaking with it.

"Oh for fuck's sake- Chris!" Matt yelled, throwing his free arm up.

"CUT THE CAMERAS." Nick followed right after, standing up and waving his hand in a frenetic way, holding back his laugh.

Chris just held her tighter, his own laugh echoing like music around the speakers.

RECORD BREAKING FIRST RELEASED SONG - IS THERE ANYTHING THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS CAN’T DO?

By E! News Staff

The Sturniolo Triplets have officially made their mark in the music world. Nicolas and Matthew's debut single, LIKE ME, has climbed into the Top 20 Most Streamed Songs on Spotify less than 24 hours after release, garnering over 1 million streams. The track, which features Chris Sturniolo’s girlfriend, Y/N, has taken the internet by storm.

Alongside the single, Chris’s fashion brand Fresh Love released a limited-edition black cap that Y/N wears in the music video. The drop sold out in just six minutes, reportedly bringing in over $100,000 in merchandise revenue within the first day.

With viral success, chart-topping numbers, and a fast-growing presence in both music and fashion, the Sturniolo Triplets are proving they’re more than internet personalities. They’re building an empire.

© vanteguccir

[makis-eyebrows]

Hidden Treasure

Charles shows much of his life on social media and so on. But what happens when fans find out that for the past four years, he's been a father?

For Charles Leclerc, Monaco Was Home — and Home Meant Family.

But not the family the public knew about.

Very few people knew that Charles had a daughter, a bright-eyed, sweet-spirited little girl named Y/n, who was now four years old.

His teammates knew. Some of the paddock knew.

But beyond that?

It was one of the best-kept secrets in Formula 1.

And that’s exactly how Charles wanted it.

He had promised himself — and Y/n’s mom — Alexandra — their daughter would grow up normal. No flashing cameras in her face. No strangers yelling her name. No pressure, no judgment, no world constantly watching her every move like they did with him.

To the public, Charles was just a young driver, dating a beautiful girl, chasing world championships.

The truth was much deeper, much more precious.

Until One Afternoon in Monaco.

It was supposed to be a normal Sunday.

A walk along the harbor. Ice cream. Laughing at the ducks.

Charles carried Y/n on his shoulders, her tiny hands curled tightly into his hair. Alexandra strolled beside them, laughing at something silly Y/n had said.

But somewhere in the busy Monaco streets, a fan with a sharp eye and a quicker phone caught them.

One photo.

Posted online.

"Is that a kid?? Charles has a DAUGHTER??"

Within hours, it spread like wildfire across Twitter, Instagram, Reddit — everywhere.

Speculation. Theories. Wild guesses about her name, her age, her mother.

Some were kind.

Some were not.

Charles only found out because Pierre Gasly texted him a screenshot.

Pierre:

Mate… you might wanna check Twitter. Like, NOW.

Charles’s heart dropped. He immediately checked — and sure enough, his worst fear was unfolding.

Fans were digging. Some were trying to find Y/n’s school. Others were asking about his girlfriend.

It was spiraling — fast.

The Next Day, Charles Took Control.

He sat in front of his phone, started a livestream, and spoke calmly, but firmly:

"Bonjour, everyone... I normally don’t address things like this, but today I have to."

"Yes, the little girl in the photo is my daughter, Y/n."

"I made the choice to keep her private because... she deserves a childhood without cameras in her face, without strangers knowing her every move. She is the most important thing in my life — but she is not a public figure. She’s a child. My child."

He paused, emotion flickering behind his eyes.

"I’m asking — no, I'm begging — for her privacy to be respected. Please. She's innocent in all this."

"I share my racing, my career, even a part of my personal life with you all. But Y/n deserves a world that is safe and small, where she can grow up making mistakes, playing in the park, going to school, without being watched."

"Thank you to those who have supported me quietly all these years. Thank you for understanding."

He ended it there — no drama, no room for debate.

Just a father protecting his daughter.

In the Background

Drivers sent their support privately:

Lewis Hamilton:

Proud of you, man. Protect her at all costs.

Carlos Sainz:

Always here for you. She’s lucky to have you.

Sebastian Vettel (even though he had retired):

Family first, always. You're doing the right thing, Charles.

George Russell:

Well said. She doesn’t need a world full of cameras, just a dad who loves her. And she has that.

Meanwhile, at Home

Y/n didn’t understand the full situation.

All she knew was that Papa was a little sad today.

She padded into the living room in her tiny socks, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.

“Papa?” she said quietly. “Why are you sad?”

Charles smiled softly, kneeling down to her level.

“Because I love you so much, mon amour. And sometimes... the world is a little noisy.”

Y/n tilted her head in that curious way she always did.

“Do we need to wear earmuffs?” she asked seriously.

Charles laughed — real, full, heart-mending laughter — and scooped her into his arms.

“Maybe we do,” he whispered into her hair.

“But no matter how noisy the world gets, I'll always be right here.”

Because to Charles Leclerc, there was no trophy, no pole position, no crowd that mattered more... than his little girl.

I just wanted to post this cuz why not? It's cute though.

I was really thinking of making my first story a series but I'm not really sure as yet so... I don't know. Ideas?

Also, I want to start doing so F1 SMAUs and it doesn't even have to be one of the drivers being a father. They can be a partner, brother, you name it. So you can request if you want, their always open :)

That's Gang Gang out!!!!♡

[bluewxrld07]

Lifeline (Jack Hughes)

Summary: Jack has Y/N take his car to his game. What happens when she gets caught up in a serious accident?

Warning(s): Flangst, serious car accident, serious injuries, anxiety attacks, detailed injury description

"Jack where are my shoes?" Y/N calls out, touching up her makeup in the bathroom before shutting off the light.

"I think I put them in the hallway closet!" he says back from his bedroom. She searches through the pile of shoes, finally finding the pair she was looking for and letting out a satisfied sigh.

Jack pops out of the bedroom while buttoning his jacket, adjusting the beanie on his head before straightening out his suit. He walked towards her, placing his hands on her hips and giving her a kiss on the cheek as he skims past her to slip his own shoes on.

"You still fine to take my car?" he asks, and she nods with a hum

"Do I just show them the pass when I get to the gate?"

"Yeah they know you're coming, I made sure to keep them aware you'd be in my car." he adds, making her nod as she walks back to his bedroom to go put her jewelry on.

She stands in front of the mirror while putting her earrings in.

"Okay," Jack announces, quickly walking into his room and coming to her. He passes her his keys before wrapping her in a hug from behind. "I'm out of here, the guys are downstairs. I'll see you later, yeah?" he asks as he is giving her multiple kisses on her temple, Y/N soon turning her head to capture a couple kisses on the lips.

She smiles up at him. "Aye aye captain." she chuckles, earning a playful eyeroll and a tongue sticking out at her before he leaves the room.

It's another fifteen minutes or so before Y/N is grabbing her purse and Jack's keys, kissing her cat goodbye for the evening and locking the door behind her.

Once she is in the parking garage she unlocks Jack's car, setting his keys back into her purse while opening the driver's side door.

She pushes the button to start it up, letting the car warm up to her liking while she sets her stuff into the passenger seat. As her music soon booms through the speakers she begins to leave the garage as she hums along to the tunes.

The ride was overall quiet and peaceful in her opinion, snow coming down pretty quickly the more downtown she got into New Jersey.

By the time she'd be arriving at the stadium, the boys would be just getting onto the ice for warmups which as perfect timing for her to see Jack as he went back to the locker rooms post warmups.

She made it to the final stoplight just before the arena was in her view, her chest feeling a little less heavy as she always got nervous driving Jack's car.

"It's just a car, baby. I can always buy another one. I can't buy another you." He'd always tell her, which always resulted in her saying she knows how much this car meant to Jack. It was like his baby.

Her light finally turned green, Y/N beginning to turn onto the next road but lets out a gasp as she hears a car horn, and sees headlights getting closer towards the driver's side of Jack's car.

Before she can try to miss the impact, the car hits her side fast and hard. She could feel the car go flying across the intersection and toppling over.

She felt the impact as it hit her, only just barely before her body takes over and everything goes dark.

Meanwhile, Jack and the crew are making their ways back to the locker rooms after finishing warmups all hyped up for the night ahead.

As they're all gettin revved up for the big talk with coach, they all watch him walk into the room with a very serious face. More straight than it usually is.

"The game is being delayed by an hour," he announces, making everyone all hum out responses filled with confusion. Coach raises his arms to silence the team. "There was an accident just by the stoplight. As far as I know, a diesel truck rammed into the driver's side of a bit of a smaller car. The other car has a lot of damage and was hit so hard it rolled and toppled over across the intersection."

All the guys all hummed out in sorrow and understanding, still all buzzing about how long they'd have to actually wait to go out.

Some of the guys threw on their slides before heading out towards the parking garage to see if they could see it from where they were.

Jack and Luke were amongst the few, Luke being further ahead with some of the guys.

The sirens and commotion got louder the closer they got to the edge of the garage, only being to see bits and pieces of it as it looked like it happened just before the turn into the parking garage.

As Jack gets up to be with some of his buddies, a few of the security guars had jogged over to Luke and started saying a few things.

Nico and Dawson were also next to Luke, their faces dropping as they looked at Luke whose face turned white before turning towards Jack then back at the site while running a hand over his mouth waling with the security guards over to the site.

Jack got up closer to the bunch, his eyes squinting and looking over to the crash site.

Nico and Dawson immediately rush up to him before pulling him back. Jack frowns. "What? Why can't I see, what's going on?" he says as he lightly pushes them off of him.

"Jack it's best if you don't go up there." Nico says in a warning tone.

"Why, what's the big deal? Get off!" Jack says as they keep their grips on him.

"Jack don't," Dawson says. Jack glares at them both, confusion taking over his features.

"What the fuck is up with you two?" Jack asks. "What is happening, why did Luke go with them?" he bombards, just before his movements of pushing them off freezes.

His heart falls to his ass as his stomach begins to feel nauseous.

"Don't tell me it's Y/N." he says with a knowing look, and their faces said it all.

Jack immediately fights off their grips harder than he was trying before, running up the street towards the caution tape.

Luke is making his way back quickly, immediately increasing his speed when he sees Jack coming and coming fast. "Jack, no." Luke says with a warning look on his face and pushing him away from the scene.

"Luke you don't want to fucking mess with me right now-"

"You don't want to see this, you need to stay back."

"If you don't get your fucking hands off me, Luke I swear we're going to have bigger issues." he snaps. Jack pushes back at his brother, looking over shoulder and pushing Luke to the side.

He scurries up to the caution tape, his chest becoming heavy as he sees the aftermath. His eyes widening.

There was scrap metal and pieces of the car all over the intersection, skid marks from what he could suspect were his car tires. The giant truck had a few dents and parts missing on the front of it. His eyes followed the skid marks towards where Jack's car was now laying. He felt like it was all in slow motion.

His car was totaled. It was toppled over on its passenger side, the entire driver's side of the car completely demolished.

Y/N was in that car. She felt that impact.

He ran towards the car screaming her name, policemen pushing him back. "No! That's my car, my girlfriend was in that fucking car let me through! Where is she? Where's Y/N? That was my girl in that car dammit! Where is she??" he panics, fighting his way past the officers and running towards the car.

He put a hand over his mouth as he saw the front door was off its hinges, looking as if it had been sawed off. The seat was torn up and didn't look like a seat anymore.

He swear his heart had stopped beating the moment he spotted blood. He saw her purse lying on the broken window of the passenger side.

"Sir you need to step back. This is a crime scene."

He whips his head around with his hands in his hair, tears falling freely from his eyes.

"What happened to her? Where's Y/N? At least fucking tell me my girl is alive!" he screams out, his voice cracking at the end of it.

As the officer was about to speak, someone else's voice came out first. "You said it was your girlfriend in the car?" A firemen behind him announces as he walks up to Jack.

Jack nods eagerly. "Where is she? I need her, I need to see her." he begs.

The firemen purses his lips. "She was just brought away in an ambulance," he starts, watching Jack's face contort into all sorts of emotions. "She was unconscious when we got to her. Her entire left side of her body had been stuck and crammed into the driver's side door. We had to saw the door open to try and get to her." he explains.

Jack swears he could've passed out right then and there.

"Her left leg had been caught in the door the most, so we had to break her leg to get her unstuck. She was in critical condition when we got her out. She was losing a lot of blood." he finishes, Jack breaking out into sobs.

Jack feels his chest getting tight, breathing becoming rapid. Luke wasn't too far behind him, immediately taking his brother into his arms to help him through the panic attack that was going to set in.

"I need to get to her, I need to see her. I need-"

"I know Jack. Let's go, we've gotta go now."

"I never said I loved her before leaving the apartment tonight," Jack gasps out, grabbing at his chest as he tries to slow his breathing.

"You'll get to tell her Jack. Don't think that way." Luke assures, walking his brother back towards the parking garage and the arena.

Luke gives Nico a knowing look, the captain nodding and running inside.

Jack felt everything inside him going numb. All he wanted was Y/N. He wanted her and only her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jack's knee never stopped bouncing.

His legs were spread, elbows on his knees as his head was looking down at his lap.

The doctor has yet to come back with any updates from yet a second surgery she was undergoing. Jack was going insane. He couldn't believe he forgot to tell her he loved her before leaving. Especially the fact he let her drive on her own when he knew she hated driving in the snow.

He felt like it was his fault.

"Jack," Luke's voice says softly, making the brown-haired boy's head snap up fast. He sees the surgeon walking their way, causing Jack to stand and meet him halfway.

"How is she? Is she okay?"

The surgeon takes off his cap and holds it in his hands while pursing his lips. "She lost a lot of blood on her way here. Please keep that in mind with the next things I'm about to tell you," he warns Jack, who nods. "She did flatline twice-"

Jack's lung felt like they were deprived of all air entirely.

"We managed to revive her both times, she was doing well after that. We had to full reset her entire left leg and femur. Her hip bone was completely dislodged from its socket," he explains. "She does have a concussion, and a broken elbow which we did put a screw in there to help piece it back together. But she's a strong woman. She pulled through and is in the recovery wing. She will be wheeled into her room shortly, which I can give you the number to so you can wait for her."

Jack nods eagerly, shaking hands with the surgeon after they finished talking. Jack turns to Luke, bitting his lip to keep it from quivering.

Luke pulled his brother in for a hug, holding him tight as he feels Jack shake quietly in his arms.

Once Jack has calmed down a bit they began to walk towards her room to go sit there until she is wheeled in. Jack was stuck wearing his suit to the hospital, his few top buttons undone and sleeves rolled to his elbows.

The waiting game for Jack was what was the most agonizing. He sat in the spot that would be next to her bed, Luke looking over at Jack every so often in case he broke out into an attack again.

Before they know it the door is slowly being pulled open, nurses heard chattering lightly as Jack stands and watches as they wheel her bed in. His heart broke, but he knew in that moment he needed to be stronger for her.

She had entire cast taking up her whole leg and was partly taking over her hip, as well as a cast over her left elbow. She had a small neck strainer, and some butterfly bandages across her face.

Her eyes were squinting as if she had just woken up not too long ago, her lip busted as well. She tried looking around, only to be met with pain and limited movement in her neck.

Everything ached numbly to her, due to all the medications they had her on. She felt like she was going to throw up if anything.

The nurses began hooking her up to the machines behind her, making sure her IVs were in tact, making sure she was okay and could feel the pressure they were adding into the palm of her hand.

Her eyes opened a bit more and finally caught Jack's eye, making her eyes water and her lip start quivering. Jack stood up immediately as he walked over to her.

He wanted to take her hand so badly in that moment, but couldn't as the nurses were using it to connect her IVs.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her throat feeling dry and raw. "I'm so sorry Jack. I'm sorry." she began to cry making him bite his lip and shake his head.

"I'm going to go get her some water and ice." Luke says, wanting to give them their alone time as he knew Jack needed that.

Once the nurses were done with her IVs, Jack took her good hand into his and kissed it a million times. He squeezed it tight as he shook his head.

"I'm so glad you're alive. I'm so glad you're okay." he mutters out with a quivering shake in his voice.

"Jack I'm so sorry. I can't believe I ruined your car."

Jack just shook his head and closed his eyes, kissing her hand and keeping it up by his mouth as he stared at her. His eyes glosses over in tears threatening to fall.

"I'm here. I came as soon as I figured it out. I'm so sorry I shouldn't have let you drive in that weather." Jack says.

"Jack your car, I'm sorry. I really-"

"If you bring that fucking car up again I swear I'm going to get pissed off." he interrupts her. She lets her lip quiver.

"But-"

"No. That car is a piece of metal, something easily replaceable," he snaps. "You are not. I don't care about a damn car. I care about the girl I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with being alive. Not a fucking car, Y/N." he says in a darker tone.

"I just I can't believe that happened. It all happened so fast." she whimpers, Jack sniffling.

"The driver was arrested. He's going away for a while, I can promise you that I will make sure of it." Jack assures, Y/N trying her best to squeeze Jack's hand with what little strength she had.

"Jack what about your game?"

He scoffs and looks at her with a knowing look. "You're funny, pretty."

She furrows her brows. "But it's your biggest rival."

"And? I play them every year, I will see them next season. The love of my life flatlined twice and can't walk. I'm more concerned about her than a game." he says, Y/N just letting out a hum.

"I love you so much," Jack says, kissing her hand again. "I love you. I love you more than anything imaginable."

"I love you too Jack. I'm going to be okay.

"I didn't tell you I love you before I left the apartment. I can't believe I didn't say it."

"Jack stop. Don't blame yourself. This wasn't your fault. I know you do, so don't do that." she assures him, and he just nods.

"I just don't know what I would've done if you were gone," he says. "You're my lifeline. You're who I breathe for, who I live everyday for. I can't imagine you not being here. It killed me when I found out. Nothing else mattered."

Y/N wished she could hug him in that moment. She wished she could hold him tight and tell him everything she knew he needed to hear.

"Jack," she starts. "I'm here. I'm alive. I'm breathing and you can feel my pulse beating. I'm not going to leave you ever." she says, watching his eyes blink away more tears.

"If I did croak, I would've come back to haunt you anyways. So you're stuck with me.

Jack gives her a look. "Very funny."

"I thought so." she says with a weak and amused smile. Jack smiles small at her, grateful to see her gorgeous smile again.

She was his everything. His Lifeline.

[purploozi]

Love at First Sight | Choi Seung Cheol

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!Reader (reader is a pediatric doctor)

Genre: fluff

Warning: hospital environment (and let me know if there's anything else)

After Seungcheol's knee surgery he opened his eyes only to see the most beautiful angel like person...was he dead? No...he couldn't be, right?

After Seungcheol's knee surgery ended successfully he was unexpectedly sent to the pediatrics wing. Meanwhile, Y/N was coming out of another surgery and without time to rest a nurse approached her with the information papers for a new patient. Sighing, she went straight to the “new patient's” room, but when she opened the door, there was a grown man sleeping on the bed instead of a child.

Confused, she checked the papers and the door number to make sure it was the right room, then she looked around to see if it was the right floor, which was a bit silly to do because everything was themed for children. Looking back at the man lying on the bed Y/N suddenly had a thought…”Could he be the kid's father…”.

Carefully, she approached the bed and at that moment Seungcheol woke up slightly, with a soft voice she said “Excuse me, sir…are you Kim Jin Tae’s father?” but Seungcheol took a whole minute before answering. Everything blurred—the hospital walls, the steady hum of the IV. All he saw was her, the warmth in her eyes and the smoothness of her voice. An angel? No. He wasn't dead...was he? ”Sir?” she repeated and he came back to his senses “Oh sorry…no, I’m not…”.

Y/N felt even more confused with his answer ”Then…why are you here? This is the pediatrics wing”. Now Seungcheol was confused too, he looked around and just then he realized that the walls had cute drawings…”I don’t know why…I just got out of surgery and they brought me here”. His gaze drifted back to her, and for a second, the steady beep of the heart monitor failed—his own heart betraying him. Y/N eyes went instinctively to the monitor when the sound changed, but it wasn't showing anything out of the ordinary..."Oh…alright. I’ll check with your doctor then. Just keep resting and don’t worry” she smiled at him gently before walking towards the end of the bed to grab his information papers.

As she skimmed the papers, he watched her intently, struggling to find the right words—anything to make her stay a little longer...but nothing came out of his mouth. He just kept looking at her as she put the papers down, nodded at him with a smile and left.

A few minutes later, Y/N found out that Choi Seung Cheol, as she saw he was called on the papers, was placed in the pediatrics wing because there were no more rooms in the postoperative area. She was a little upset about it because…”What if there was an urgency? Then pediatrics won’t have any free rooms…” but she didn’t express that opinion to either the doctor who placed his patient in the wrong area or the pediatrics chief doctor, there was nothing she could do so she just went to look for her patient.

An hour later a nurse came into Seungcheol’s room to check on him, but he felt disappointed that it wasn’t the beautiful doctor from earlier…”Excuse me…can I ask why am I in the pediatrics wing?” and after the nurse explained what happened to him the only thing that he could think of was destiny. All he could do now was wait—wait and hope she'd walk through that door again. Minutes passed. Then an hour. He barely noticed. His mind was stuck on one thing—her. The way she looked at him...the way she smiled at him. Would she come back? Maybe...and if she did, he wouldn't let her slip away again.

This is my first time ever publishing some of my writing (not on my native language) so I apologize if there are any mistakes. Also! I'm not a doctor so if there's a mistake regarding that matter I'm sorry for it and please let me know~💜

Part two of this story~🍒

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

The Return of Superman- Jaemin

(cw: f!reader called “mama”, children)

Jaemin liked his privacy. He liked knowing that only certain parts of his life were shown, certain parts he shared, he liked having the clear distinction or public and private. He, of course, enjoyed providing content for his fans and living a dream that millions of people could only dream of.

He got the best of both worlds. He got to date you for a good few years without getting caught, he'd spent two years of newlywed marital bliss with you with only so much as a statement from his company to let the world know that he was a married man. When he was asked about you, his wife, he merely smiled and expertly evaded answering. So how did he get himself here?

What had happened in his years of famous privacy to now allow a whole camera crew into his home to film him and his daughters-- who, no one had even seen since they were posted with obscured faces in a birth announcement post 3 years ago?!

It had definitely been his management that suggested he do the show, they planted the seed in his brain, but it was you who pushed him to do it! "Come on, my love, the fans will love it. You can do just one episode and then the girls won't be seen until their 30! Come on, it'll be fun," You'd convinced him. And Jaemin, well, he wasn't a strong man when his wife was whispering so sweetly in his ear and pressing even sweeter kisses against his cheeks.

So that's how he got into this mess, at least he would have you to help him out... right, he wouldn't. Damn this show!

-

"Would you stop rubbing your head against the pillow, please?! Appa just did your hair!" Jaemin yelled in exasperation, his eyes locked on the three year old who for some reason was rubbing her head across the pillows on his bed. Meanwhile, his hands were preoccupied with the identical girl standing on a stool right in front of him.

"Well, what an introduction to the Na family," a commentator laughs while they all watch Jaemin struggle to pull one of his daughter's hair into a bun while simultaneously also trying to sweet talk the other twin to stop being a menace. He was unsuccessful.

The scene cuts to show Jaemin sitting in front of a black backdrop smiling at the cameras as he introduces himself, "Hello, I'm Na Jaemin from NCT. I have twin daughters, Taera and Sora. They're both 3 years and 5 months old and the light of my life-- along with my wife, of course. Taera is the older of the two and struggles with listening, at least to me while Sora is the better listener of the two."

The producer behind the camera asks a question and Jaemin listens intently before answering, "honestly, of the two of us, I'm the parent that let's the girls get away with a lot. She plays the authoritarian role, which admittedly, I struggle with. The girls are just too cute to get mad at!" He takes a break to think over his answer, "I do think it will be a little difficult with it being just me and the girls. Usually my wife and I are each responsible for one of the girls, and we rarely go out just one of us with both of them. It will be very interesting to see how this plays out."

-

The scene cuts to a scene of the toddlers running around the living room, hair done in tiny buns on top of their head, looking messy, though no one can tell whether that's from their running around or their dad's lack of skill. Jaemin can be seen scrambling around the kitchen filling matching purple and pink water bottles with water and tossing snacks into the bags.

"I wonder what Jaemin is getting the girls ready for..." One of the commentators adds as the girls play tag with each other, giggling wildly.

There's nothing telling quite yet, both girls are wearing matching pastel pink shirts and pink sweat pants with white socks. Jaemin wrestles them into sweaters, then their backpacks, and finally their matching Crocs. He holds one twin on each hip, making his way to the car to load them into car seats.

"Wow! He's a professional! Look at the way he carries both of them at once!" A commentator exclaims in wonder.

"Wait a second, this song sounds familiar," Another commentator adds quickly. The panel quiets down, all eyes locked on the screen to watch the girls dance around in their car seats.

"Chew-chew-chew-chew chewing gum! Chew-chew-chew-chew," the girls chant, legs kicking out as they wiggle and dance in their chairs. They look so happy, smiles plastered on their faces and Jaemin, he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. His face is set in a mild frown, listening to this repetitive song that he made when he was 16.

-

The scene changes, showing Jaemin helping one of the girls into a tutu while the other, who is already dressed, twirls around laughing as her skirt flares out. "Oh my! The girls are in ballet! How cute!" One of the producers coos.

Jaemin can be seen sitting in front of the black screen once more. "Oh yes, the girls are trying out ballet. We want to get them more involved in other activities and find some way to get their energy out. They're not very... good yet, but it is only their third lesson. I think Sora might be more of a ballerina in the future, and maybe Taera will be better at something more... energetic."

True to his word, the scene cuts to show a very focused Sora following her dance teacher's instructions. Her arms are posed in front of her while in the first position. She listens intently and copies the teacher's moves, she wiggles her feet out until they point outward and extends her arm.

"Good job, Sora. That's perfect!" The teacher praises softly. Sora giggles excitedly, a blush spreading across her small, chubby cheeks.

On the opposite end of the room, her twin is jumping and reaching for the small window that allows parents to look into the small studio. Jaemin is busy taking pictures of Sora among other adoring parents to send to you when he hears a familiar sound, even muffled he'd know that sound anywhere. He casts his eyes down and catches Taera with tears in her eyes and red cheeks with her arms reaching for the window.

Jaemin jumps into action quickly, moving his way through the small group of parents around the window and enters the small room with a look of concern on his face. Taera has never reacted like this before. He pulls Taera into a hug, calming her down until her tears have stopped. He sends an apologetic smile to the teacher and she sends him a small bat of her hand as if to say, 'it's fine.' Jaemin cups Taera's face, wiping away her remaining tears with the pads of his thumbs, "princess, what's wrong?"

She lets out a shuddery breath, her tiny chest trembling while she tries to breathe in a deep breath, "I want Mama to watch me too."

Jaemin feels his heart break, pouting sympathetically at his daughter, "I want her to be here too, princess, but she'll be back before you know it. Tomorrow we can wake up early and make breakfast for her when she gets back. How does that sound?"

"With berries?" Taera asks with wide eyes.

Jaemin laughs softly, booping the girl's nose, "yes, with berries. Now, go be a good big sister and dance with Sora. We can't leave her alone can we?"

"No," She smiles, turning to run to her sister's side before she comes bounding back to Jaemin. She presses a kiss to Jaemin's cheek, "love you, Appa. Stay with us?"

Like Jaemin said, he can never say no to them. Instead of joining the rest of the parents on the other side of the small window, he finds himself following along with the teacher's instructions behind the rest of the children in the class.

His daughter's turn to look at him with the biggest smiles he's ever seen. They're so excited that he's in class with him and even more so, doing the dances with them!

The commentators coo at the scene, gushing over Jaemin being such a good dad. He raises his arms, drops them, extends them forward, and situates his feet into the right positions to follow along with the teacher.

At the very end of the episode and his girls sit in front of the black backdrop. The girls raise their arms over their heads, forming the biggest hearts their little bodies will allow. In unison, all three Na's scream out, "we love you Mama!"

Jaemin leans forward, getting close to the camera with his arms wrapped around the twins to keep them from falling, "you're not allowed to leave me alone with these monsters ever again!"

The girls giggles persist as the episode fades away, a faint, "but Appa you said we're princesses."

"Yes, baby I did say that. You're like monster princesses, do you like that?"

The girls can be heard screaming a loud, "no!" in perfect harmony.

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍.2)

Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: Here's part two! I feel like this part is slightly boring but I needed to write it to continue lol. I've also just been off the past few days and I'm trying to get back into the right mood so I'm sorry if this sucks. I'll try to have part 3 out ASAP!

synopsis: Y/n struggles escape her guilty conscience of the secret her and Jiyong carry. Meanwhile, Seunghyun is oblivious and head over heels for Y/n.

warnings: Language, angst, mention of sex, some fluff at the end

wc: 2.2k+

The shrill blare of your alarm yanked you from the depths of sleep, your body aching, your mind groggy with exhaustion. Your hand instinctively shot out, fumbling blindly until you slammed the snooze button, plunging the room back into an uneasy silence. A tired groan slipped from your lips as you shifted under the sheets, ready to drift back into oblivion—until you felt it.

A warmth beside you.

Your stomach twisted violently as you rolled over, your pulse spiking when your eyes landed on the figure sprawled out next to you. Jiyong.

His bare torso was partially covered by the sheets, the same sheets that reeked of sweat, sex, and the mistakes of last night. His face was relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks. Without the cocky smirk, without the biting words, he almost looked…peaceful. Almost.

But the moment you registered the ache between your legs, the bruises forming on your hips, the ghost of his hands still lingering on your skin, shame crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Last night came rushing back in a flood of memories—Seunghyun’s gentle smile, the way he looked at you with admiration and patience. The way you had laughed, talked, felt like a real person again, not just some dirty little secret. And then Jiyong. His scent. His touch. His words whispered against your lips as he dragged you back into the cycle of ruin.

You squeezed your eyes shut. God, you hated yourself.

With a sharp inhale, you grabbed your phone, your fingers moving on autopilot as you typed out a text to your boss.

Can’t come in today. Migraine.

It was a weak excuse, but you prayed he wouldn’t question it. You never took a day off. Maybe he’d let this one slide.

Your phone buzzed almost immediately.

Fine, but I need the final drafts by midnight tomorrow.

Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. You set the phone down and turned to face the bigger issue at hand.

“Jiyong, get up,” you snapped, your voice ice-cold as you slammed your foot into his calf.

He groaned in protest, rolling onto his side with a sleepy scowl. “What the fuck, Y/n?”

“Get out.” Your voice was sharp, cutting through the morning stillness like a blade.

Jiyong blinked at you, disoriented but quickly catching on. His smirk returned, lazy and infuriating. “Is that really how you treat the guy who made you cum three times last night?” His voice was drenched in amusement, in satisfaction. In ownership.

Your stomach churned, your skin burning with humiliation. You turned away, grabbing your clothes off the floor, yanking them on in a frenzy. Jiyong propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with that infuriating smirk still lingering on his lips.

“You look tense.” he teased, stretching his arms above his head, his toned stomach flexing. “You wanna fuck it out?”

You clenched your jaw. “I’m not coming in today. And this—this is over. So get up and get out of my house.”

Jiyong tilted his head, his long, fading orange hair falling into his eyes. The same hair you were responsible for touching up, though the thought of being that close to him again made bile rise in your throat.

“Why aren’t you coming in?” His tone was nonchalant, but there was something else lurking beneath it.

“I need a fucking day off—from you. From everything.” Your voice cracked, and you hated yourself for it. “I had a nice time with Seunghyun last night. And then you just—you just showed up and ruined it.”

He scoffed. “Ruined it? You were begging me to fuck you, Y/n.”

You flinched. He always knew exactly where to strike.

“That was the last fucking time, Jiyong. I’m serious.”

He was quiet for a beat. Then, his gaze flickered to the bedside table, to the black dahlia wilting from neglect. His smirk curled slightly.

“I helped him pick that out, you know.” He gestured lazily toward the flower. “Told him you liked dahlias. He doesn’t know shit about you, Y/n. Not like I do.”

Your breath hitched. “Still don’t know why you did that,” you murmured, your voice laced with suspicion. “Maybe just stay out of our business.”

His eyes darkened. “He’s my best friend. He comes to me for advice.” A cruel chuckle escaped his lips. “I mean, next time I could just tell him how to fuck you right—since I know all about that.”

Your blood ran cold.

“Don’t you dare tell him,” you seethed.

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “Why shouldn’t I?”

Your chest heaved. “Why do you even care, Jiyong?! You hate me. I hate you. This was all just meaningless fucking sex!”

The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Jiyong’s jaw tightened. His nostrils flared, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. For the first time, he had nothing to say.

“I like Seunghyun. I really do,” you continued, your voice shaking. “And I’d like to see him again. But I can’t do that if you’re still lurking around, so just—just fuck off! Find someone else to fuck!”

Something flashed in his eyes, something raw, something dangerous—but then it was gone.

“Fine,” he spat, his smirk returning, but this time it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve got plenty of girls. I don’t need you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Never needed you.” You mumbled, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. 

Jiyong let out a bitter laugh, but it was hollow. Without another word, he grabbed his clothes, yanked them on, and stormed toward the door. The slam of it rattled the walls.

The moment he was gone, your legs gave out. You sank to the floor, your hands clutching at your hair, your breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The weight of it all came crashing down, pressing against your chest like a thousand bricks.

It was over.

And yet—you knew it wasn’t. Not completely.

You crawled toward the bathroom, your limbs feeling like lead. The moment you stepped into the shower, you let the scorching water cascade over your skin, washing away the remnants of last night. You sat against the tile, knees pulled to your chest, silent sobs wracking your body.

You had never felt so disgusted with yourself.

Two hours passed before you finally emerged, your body scrubbed raw, but the filth of Jiyong still clung to you like a second skin. You numbly went through your routine, pulling on sweats and a tank top, throwing your sheets into the wash.

Your phone sat untouched on the counter. You braced yourself before picking it up, expecting an onslaught of messages—Jiyong’s wrath, Seunghyun’s confusion, your boss demanding answers.

Instead, there was just one.

Seunghyun: Hey, I heard you weren’t feeling good. Hopefully it’s not from the restaurant. I hope you feel better soon! It’s boring without you here.

Your chest ached. He didn’t know. Not yet.

No, it’s not from the restaurant. Just a headache. I had a great time last night!

You lied.

Not about having a great time with Seunghyun—you had. Those few hours with him had felt like stepping into a life you wanted so desperately to claim as your own. A life that was simple, warm, untouched by the filth of your past mistakes. But the reason you weren’t at work? That was a lie.

You weren’t sick.

You were avoiding the inevitable.

Jiyong knew how to be cruel when he wanted to be. And if he decided to open his mouth, your world would come crumbling down. Your stomach twisted at the thought of it. Everyone would know. Your boss, your coworkers, Seunghyun.

Seunghyun.

You didn’t even want to think about how he would react. The betrayal in his eyes, the disappointment. Would he hate you? Would he turn his back on you? On his best friend?

You pushed the thought away, forcing yourself into work. You needed a distraction, something to pull you away from the anxiety chewing at your insides. Music blared from the speakers, filling the silence as you lost yourself in sketching, your pencil moving in sharp, deliberate strokes.

You had finished Daesung’s outfit first, moving onto Taeyang’s and Seungri’s with ease. Designing for them was simple, almost soothing. You knew their style, their personalities, the energy they brought to the stage. It was second nature to you.

But then came the last two pages of your sketchbook.

Seunghyun and Jiyong.

Your fingers lingered on Seunghyun’s page, your pencil tracing meaningless details—adding unnecessary stitching to his jacket, shading in areas that didn’t need shading, elongating the shape of the silhouette. You knew you were procrastinating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to flip the page just yet.

You liked being on this page. Here, there was no shame, no regret, no mistakes. Just clean lines and the promise of something new.

But eventually, you had to move forward.

The moment you flipped to Jiyong’s page, your stomach clenched.

You stared at the half finished sketch you’d started, your fingers tightening around your pencil. Designing for him was always easy. You knew his style better than anyone, could predict his fashion choices before he even made them. But now, looking at this page, it felt impossible.

How could you design something for a man you wanted so desperately to erase from your memory?

You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to sketch. You kept it simple, precise—dark, sleek lines, something effortlessly cool and arrogant, just like him. Just like the man his fans adored. Not the man who whispered filthy things into your ear, not the man who knew exactly how to ruin you, over and over again.

But even as you sketched, his voice echoed in your head.

"He doesn’t know shit about you, Y/n. Not like I do."

Your grip on the pencil tightened. God, you hated him.

And yet, the memory of last night still clung to your skin. The bruises on your hips, the soreness between your legs. You hated how good he made you feel, how easy it was to fall into bed with him, how no matter how hard you tried to move on, he always found a way to pull you back in.

You shook your head, biting down on your lip hard enough to taste copper.

You just had to finish this.

Just as you were adding the final touches, the doorbell rang.

You jolted upright, blinking down at your sketchbook as if just realizing where you were. Pushing it aside, you stood, rubbing the stiffness from your neck before making your way to the door.

You weren’t expecting company.

When you swung the door open, the sight before you made your breath hitch.

Seunghyun.

He stood there, a bag of takeout in one hand and yet another flower in the other. This time, a purple tulip, its petals delicate between his fingers.

“Seunghyun!” you breathed, your voice laced with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I felt bad you weren’t feeling well today, so I thought maybe some ramen would help?” He lifted the bag slightly before extending the flower. “And, uh… I picked this from someone’s garden on the way here.”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it.

"You stole a flower for me?"

He chuckled, his ears turning pink. "Borrowed. I’ll return it if they notice."

Your fingers curled around the stem, bringing the tulip to your nose as you giggled, the gesture so undeniably him. "This is really sweet, Seunghyun."

“If you’d like some company, I’m free.” He paused, suddenly unsure. “But if you’re not up for it, I totally understand.”

You didn’t hesitate. “No, I am!”

His face brightened at your enthusiasm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Come in.” You needed the distraction.

Seunghyun followed you inside, his presence filling your small apartment with warmth. As he placed the food on the counter, you searched for a vase, already feeling guilty about the black dahlia wilting in your bedroom.

Then, he spoke again.

“Oh, and this was outside your door.”

You turned just as he pulled a white envelope from his pocket, holding it out to you.

“I promise I didn’t look at it,” he added quickly. “I just picked it up so you wouldn’t miss it. Could be something important.”

Your fingers hesitated before taking it from him. It was blank. No address, no name.

Your stomach twisted.

“Uh, Seunghyun… do me a favor?” You tried to keep your voice steady. “Take all this to the living room? Pick us a movie to watch.”

“Sure!” He grinned, easily distracted. “What kind of movie do you want to watch?”

“Something scary!” you called back, waiting until he was out of sight before your fingers pried open the envelope.

Inside, there was something small, cold.

A key.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Not just any key. Your key.

Your heart pounded as you pulled out the folded note tucked inside.

You didn’t need to open it to know who it was from. The handwriting was unmistakable, messy and familiar, like it had been scribbled in a rush.

With trembling fingers, you unfolded it, your eyes scanning the words.

I won’t tell him.

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[xiepheer]

If you're up for it, how about a headcanon of reader, shadow milk, and pure vanilla as a throuple? Feel free to go both SFW and NSFW if your mood is up

Truth and Deceit

Pure Vanilla cookie x reader x Shadow Milk cookie

Hello everyone! Honestly tysm for the likes in my previous post!

ANYWAYSSSS reader will be a fem here!

Hope yall enjoy this! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Also so sorry if this is bad 😭🙏

Dating the truth and deceit is crazy work.

Imagine just having a calm boyfriend and a boyfriend that wastes his time on shows, carnivals, puppets, etc.

That's exactly what it is.

Pure Vanilla cookie would most likely be the calm and collected one in your throuple.

Meanwhile Shadow Milk cookie would be the one who mostly be the chaotic one and the one who gets in trouble all the time.

And you have to handle all that.

Both truth and deceit loves you very much.

The truth would spend his time being with you, teaching you ways of Earthbread.

The deceit on the other hand, would let you watch with him as he manipulates cookies. Making them his puppets for his shows.

Pure Vanilla cookie would scold him whenever Shadow Milk cookie teaches you things like how to manipulate cookies.

But very often, Shadow Milk cookie wouldn't care about him and would continue doing so.

Why would he listen to him anyways.

These two had different jealousy.

For Pure Vanilla Cookie, it is simply just talking about it to you and how it made him feel slightly jealous and would politely ask for you to slightly distance from them a little.

For Shadow Milk cookie, he would NOT talk about it to you. He would manipulate the cookie using his strings to say mean things to you which can make you think they're actually being real at their words.

Then when you actually cried to them about it, both would comfort you.

But Pure Vanilla always suspects that it had something to do with Shadow Milk cookie.

Because of his slight smirk after you crying to them.

Pure Vanilla would talk to him about this but he most likely ignores him.

Both still love you very much.

No matter what, they love you and would do anything for you. (Pure Vanilla would do anything except for foul things like murder and robbery)

During events, Shadow Milk cookie would host the most incredible shows you would have ever seen and it's all for you.

Pure Vanilla cookie would make you a whole table full of delicious food for you, him, and of course, Shadow Milk cookie.

Since Shadow Milk cookie thinks giving you items and beautiful gifts make you happy,

So Shadow Milk cookie would give you the most beautiful jewels he could find all for you during Valentine's or birthdays or everyday.

Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla always gives you affection. The affection you wanted.

Shadow Milk cookie would also scare you sometimes which can end up to you crying or laughing. 50/50 chance.

And if you DID cry, Pure Vanilla would comfort you and scold Shadow Milk which ends up to Shadow Milk snuggling up to you at night as a apology.

Shadow Milk cookie is like an affectionate cat when it comes to cuddling. He would nuzzle to you or your chest and sleep there or on you.

Pure Vanilla cookie would lay on your lap and sleep there.

They would sometimes snuggle on both sides of you body if you're asleep by yourself.

Pure Vanilla cookie, the gentle ancient, hero, and lover

Shadow Milk cookie, the chaotic beast lover.

Though both don't usually get along, you managed to get them to get along overtime.

Both reminded you who you belong to. You belong to Them. Always.

So sorry if this is short! I'm trying!

Anyways Pls correct me if you need to, I dont mind! Have a great day! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

I hope you enjoyed this!

[amirasainz]

Driver Reader x driver, where she shows up with her boyfriend for the first time and all the drivers are super protective. But her boyfriend is just someone normal.

Please and thank you♥️♥️♥️

Ahhh, so cute♡♡♡

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

The Boyfriend

Yn adjusted her Red Bull cap, glancing over her shoulder with a smile as she walked hand-in-hand with Tony. It wasn’t the first time she’d been to the paddock, of course—she was the youngest driver on the grid and had become a regular fixture in the F1 world. But this was the first time she’d brought her boyfriend, Tony, with her. Tony, a calm and level-headed veterinarian, was about as far from the chaotic world of motorsport as one could get. He was supportive, quiet, and always knew how to ground her when the pressure of racing got too intense.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Yn asked, glancing up at him. "I mean, it's kind of a circus in here."

Tony chuckled, squeezing her hand gently. "I'm fine, Yn. Honestly, you're more nervous than I am."

She laughed, the sound light and carefree. "You have no idea what you're in for. These guys… they act like I'm their little sister. They're going to be all over you."

As they approached the Red Bull garage, Yn spotted a few drivers milling about. Charles and Lando were chatting near the McLaren garage, but their conversation halted the second they saw Yn and Tony approaching. Both of them exchanged a glance, and then their eyes shifted to Tony.

"Here we go," Yn muttered under her breath, bracing herself for what was coming.

Lando was the first to approach, a wide grin on his face as he clapped his hands together. "Yn! And who do we have here?" His eyes flickered to Tony, and he looked him up and down like a detective trying to figure out a mystery. "This must be Tony, the famous boyfriend we’ve heard so much about."

Tony gave a polite smile, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, Lando."

Lando shook his hand, his grin never fading but his eyes clearly sizing Tony up. "So... what do you do, Tony?"

"I'm a vet," Tony replied, meeting Lando's gaze with calm confidence.

"A vet?" Charles piped up, stepping closer. "Like... animals?"

Tony nodded. "Yep. Mostly dogs and cats, but I’ve worked with horses, too."

Charles blinked, as if trying to wrap his head around this very normal profession in their very not-normal world. "Huh. That’s... cool."

Yn rolled her eyes playfully, leaning into Tony. "Told you they’d act weird."

Before Tony could reply, Max walked over, his usual serious expression in place, though his eyes softened when he saw Yn. "Hey, Yn. Tony, right?"

Tony nodded, shaking Max’s hand. "Yeah, that’s me."

Max studied him for a moment, his arms crossed. "You treat Yn well?"

Yn groaned. "Max—"

But Tony smiled, unbothered. "I do my best."

Max nodded slowly, as if he were making a mental note. "Good." He turned to Yn, giving her a rare, small smile. "He seems solid."

"Solid?" Yn raised an eyebrow, amused. "He’s not a car, Max."

Max shrugged, unbothered. "Same concept."

As the group continued to chat, Daniel appeared, sunglasses perched on his head and his usual mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Oh, oh, oh! What do we have here? Yn and her mysterious vet boyfriend!" He walked up to Tony and threw an arm around his shoulder, like they were old friends. "So, Tony... tell me. How’s it feel dating an F1 driver?"

Tony chuckled, glancing at Yn. "Pretty amazing, honestly. I get to see her do what she loves."

Daniel’s grin widened. "Aww, you’re sweet. You’re one of the good ones, aren’t you?"

"Obviously," Yn interjected, giving Daniel a playful shove. "I wouldn’t date him if he wasn’t."

Tony, meanwhile, was taking it all in stride, answering the barrage of questions with ease. Yn watched him, her heart swelling with pride. He was so calm, so collected—completely unfazed by the whirlwind of personalities that surrounded him. And the way he looked at her, his eyes soft and full of love, made her feel like the luckiest person in the world.

As they moved through the paddock, the other drivers seemed to subtly check in on Tony. Fernando gave him a polite nod as they passed by, though Yn caught the slight smirk on Nando’s face when he saw Tony’s hand resting gently on her back. Even Lewis, ever the cool and composed champion, gave Tony a once-over when they crossed paths, offering a brief, “Nice to meet you, mate,” before flashing Yn a knowing smile.

The protective energy from the drivers was palpable, but none of them were over the top. They all seemed to recognize that Yn was happy, and that was what mattered most. Even when Valtteri walked by, eyeing the couple with his usual stoic expression, he paused just long enough to look Tony up and down.

"I approve," Valtteri said simply, giving a nod before continuing on his way.

Yn couldn’t help but laugh. "See? They’re ridiculous."

Tony smiled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear in that gentle way he always did. "They care about you. That’s not ridiculous."

She sighed, leaning into his touch. "Yeah, they do. They’re like a bunch of overprotective big brothers."

As they reached the Red Bull garage, Yn began talking animatedly with one of the mechanics about the upcoming race, her hands flying through the air as she explained something technical. Tony stood by her side, watching her with quiet admiration. Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

From a distance, Lando nudged Charles, nodding in their direction. "Look at them."

Charles followed his gaze, watching as Tony gently pushed Yn’s hair out of her face while she continued to talk. The way Tony handled her bag, carrying it without a second thought, and the way he listened so attentively—it was clear to everyone how much he adored her.

"They’re cute," Charles admitted with a small smile. "Really cute."

Lando grinned, crossing his arms. "Yeah, I guess he’s not so bad. If Yn’s happy, we’re happy, right?"

Max, overhearing their conversation, gave a rare, genuine smile. "Exactly."

As the day went on, the drivers slowly relaxed around Tony, realizing that there was no need to be overprotective. Tony wasn’t just some guy; he was someone who genuinely cared for Yn, who loved her with his whole heart. They could see it in the little things—the way he looked at her, the way he was always aware of her, making sure she was comfortable, happy, and safe.

By the time the paddock began to wind down for the evening, Yn and Tony were sitting together near the Red Bull motorhome, Yn’s head resting on Tony’s shoulder as they watched the last of the mechanics pack up.

"See?" Yn murmured, her eyes half-closed. "Told you they’d be protective."

Tony chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah, but they mean well. They just love you."

Yn smiled, her heart warm. "Yeah, I know. But they’re gonna have to get used to the idea that I’m not their little sister forever."

Tony grinned. "Good luck with that."

Just then, George walked by, flashing them a thumbs-up. "You guys are adorable. Officially ship it."

Yn groaned, burying her face in Tony’s shoulder, and Tony just laughed. "Told you it’d be fine," he whispered.

And as they sat there, wrapped up in each other, Yn realized that he was right. Everything was more than fine—it was perfect.

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[caturdwy]

ok, i don't know why i wrote this, i'm not even a ford girl, i'm a stanley girlie all the way. but this image came to me yesterday and i had to write it down, so i spent my entire class working on this. it's not finished but i don't now if i'm gonna write more. here goes nothing

pairing: stanford pines x reader

warnings: smut (?), definitely sexual. 18+, mdni

word count: 1.5k

"Is that why Stanley calls you Sixer?" You ask, breaking the silence.

Your voice gets him out of his trance, but not early enough for him to actually hear what you asked. "Huh?"

"Is that why Stanley calls you Sixer?" You repeat yourself, pointing one finger at his hands.

He lets out a laugh and nods. "Yeah, he's so creative with the nicknames." He answers, voice full of sarcasm.

"Can I touch it?" You ask, finger still pointing at his left hand, the closest to you. "Your hand, can I touch it?"

He blushes and tugs at the collar of his sweater, voice faint. "Uh, yes."

You take your hand off your thighs and touch the back of his, feather light touch as to not scare him off. You observe attentively his reaction, checking if he will wince or take it away from you. Since he stays still, you take it as a sign to continue.

You grip his hand firmly, not harshly, and pull it closer to you. His gaze follows your every move, cheeks still a bit flushed, and he swallows dry. You start to touch just his fingers, pinching his phalanxes and moving them around before pressing on them and hearing them pop. His eyes grow a bit when you do it, not expecting you to do that.

You linger a bit more on his extra pinky, still fascinated. You touch it a bit differently, and wonder if you should ask anything about it.

"May I ask you a question?" You say out loud. Well, it doesn't hurt to try.

"Yes, go on." He speaks, still watching you closely.

"Is it ever a hindrance? Like, does it work like every other finger?" You ask, still with your hands focused on popping said finger.

"No, it's never a hindrance. It works just like the rest of my hand." He replies, pulling his hand away from your touch. He wiggles his fingers, moving every phalanx to show you, and then he lifts only his extra little finger and does the same thing. "See? Full control."

You let out a smile, finding it fascinating. It's at the very least interesting. Unusual. You like it. But you also can't help how your mind goes straight to the gutter.

You can't jump on this too fast, or you'll startle him. So you put your hands back on his and pull it closer to you, like it was before.

Stanford smiles back at you, a little awkward, sure, but you can see his flattery.

"Very interesting. Must be useful." You utter.

Meanwhile, your grip on his hand gets stronger, and you use both your thumbs to squeeze his skin, pressing on spots that are usually stiff.

"It doesn't make that much of a difference. My niece, however, always says it's friendlier than a regular handshake."

You let out a little laugh while pressing your thumbs on the back of his hands, paying attention to the tendons. You hear Ford suck in a breath once you hit what is apparently the right spot. "That's adorable."

"Yeah." He agrees mindlessly, but he's not really here. He's a bit distracted, hopefully enjoying the massage. "Yeah, she's adorable."

You change your focus from the back of his hand to the palm, going straight to the spot where his thumb meets the rest, the thenar area. He hisses a bit and you stop for a second, looking at his face to check if this was still okay. You can confidently say he was more than okay, because he has his eyes closed and the face of someone who was enjoying the situation. His back was not as stiff now and had a little arch to it as his shoulders leaned in towards your touch.

You do this to the entirety of his palm, running your thumbs on the soft spot on the middle of it, pressing on the flesh of his fingers, the side of his hand, dragging all the way to to the area of his carpals. The more you press and massage, the more he relaxes. Depending on what you do you even get an approvingly hum, almost a little moan. Of course these are the things you do again and again, just to hear him make any noise.

At last, you move his wrist in little circles, improving the circulation on the area before pressing both the dorsal and ventral areas. You give the back of his hand a little kiss before placing it on his thigh again, and point to his right, the farthest away from you.

It takes him a moment to register, his brain wrapped around a fog of calmness and relaxation. He's never felt like this before, he's never gotten a massage in his life, much less in his hand. And oh boy, how bad did he need it. He didn't even know his muscles could get that stiff, hold on to that much stress. A lifetime of stress, really. With just simple strokes of your own hands, that was all gone, vaporized. He's so out of it he doesn't even blush when you kiss his hand.

He lifts his right hand and shifts on the bed, figuring out a position that would be more comfortable to stretch his arm out, but still manageable for you to keep doing the sorcery you were doing. You keep following the same procedure, pop the phalanxes first, run your thumbs on the back of his hand, then go the palm, rub the thenar area out, press on the soft spot on the middle, massage the muscles on his fingers, the works.

The more you touch him, the more he relaxes, the more he lets himself go. He's feeling so light he can almost lift off the ground. If he lays on the bed he is sure he'll never be able to leave, the mattress and him becoming one. You think about saying something, but nothing comes out, not when he looks so good like this, all relaxed. Possibly the first time he's actually relaxed in his entire life.

After you are almost done you decide it's time to speak up. "Hey, Ford."

"Hmmmm." He purrs, not bothering looking up at you.

"Do you know what this makes me think?" You ask right after giving a kiss on the same spot you did the other hand. However, you don't let it go. You keep holding it, rubbing little circles on his skin.

"Hmmmm?" He hums again, but this time tries to voice the end like a question. This prompts a tiny laugh from you.

Now's the moment, he has his guard down. You move your body carefully closer to him, placing your face near his ear. Ford can feel his warm breath on the side of his face, the skin almost burning from the sudden heat. You pull out the sexiest voice you can make and whisper lowly, like a secret and he's the only person meant to hear.

"It makes me think of how good this extra finger would feel grabbing my ass."

He nearly chokes out, being pulled from his half-dreaming state and slammed back into reality, the blood split between rushing to his face or his lower belly, straight to his dick. He takes in a sharp breath, eyes opening and growing twice the size they usually are. You give him a little giggle from the reaction, finding it a bit funnier than it should be.

With all of his attention on you now, you place yourself a bit farther from him and bring the hand you're holding to your eye view, right in front of you face. You wait for him to look you in the eyes and put his thumb on your hot tongue. He jolts at the movement, but doesn't push back. You close your lips around it and suck it all the way to the back of your mouth. When you swallow everything, you circle your tongue around his skin while dragging it out of your mouth, little by little.

Stanford feels like his body is burning. Someone might as well have drowned him in gas and set fire to it. Once your tongue leaves his finger, he feels the cooling sensation the of the air coming in contact with your saliva and his dick gets incredibly harder.

He didn't want to react this way, he really didn't. Stanley hired you as a bad joke and he was not pleased about it, but hell. He can't not be turned on when you look at him like that, lips shiny and wet, breath hot on the skin of his hand, fingers still holding him by the wrists.

When he opens his mouth to say something, you catch him off guard again by kissing his index finger. Then his middle finger, all the way to his extra pinky, which you also suck while looking at him straight in the eyes. But he's weak, so while you're still halfway done putting the thing in your mouth he closes his eyes, trying to calm down the turmoil of feelings raging inside him.

You take his finger out of your mouth and it makes a wet, loud 'pop'. You give yourself a proud smile and lick the extra saliva off your own lips, bringing your body closer to his again. In the sultriest voice you can pull off, you whisper on his ear again. "How does that sound, Mr. Pines?"

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, unwanted touching, kissing, crying

A/N: I'm screaming, crying, giggling, and fainting all at the same time.

With love and big tits, Rose

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P13: Hostage

My head is pulsing, my mind rushing with endless swarms of questions as I sit in the passenger seat of Matt’s car. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay, we’ll figure something out.” he remarks, shifting the car into park and unbuckling his seatbelt. 

This is frustrating. We can’t change partners. 

We stayed after school to ask the teacher and he didn’t even say no—he just shook his head, pointing to the door for us to leave. I’m stuck with Shawn as my partner for the rest of the class, I’m trapped in an uncomfortable situation with no way to get out. 

I hate it. 

My clammy palms rub together in my lap. I make no movement to get out of the car, biting on my lip a little too hard as I stare at his house in front of us. “This is… this is so stupid.” I groan, rubbing my hand over my face. 

Everything is so confusing, nothing is making sense. 

“Let’s think about something else, what about—”

“I do have a question.” I remark, interrupting Matt. He looks over at me, cocking a brow as he waits for me to continue. “Chris—why haven’t I ever seen him at school?” I ask. 

Matt sighs, running his hand through his hair as he shakes his head. My teeth gnaw into my lip as I watch him gather his thoughts. 

I’ve been assuming that Chris’ schedule didn't interact with mine at all. Maybe his classes were on the other side of the school, maybe he didn’t have a full schedule. 

But that can’t be it. Matt always drove alone—to and from school. 

“I don’t—I don’t know if that’s my place to tell you.” Matt says. I nod slowly, reaching down at unbuckling my seatbelt. “Just, I don’t know. Maybe ask him? I don’t know if he’ll tell you, but,” he sighs, rubbing over his face as he looks out the front window of the car, “-I just… don’t know.” 

Grabbing my bag, I follow Matt as he walks out of the car and to the front door of the house. I shove my shoes off, setting them by the rack of other miscellaneous boots and sneakers, the sight of Chris’s regular shoes making my skin pulse. 

He’s here. 

We haven’t really talked since that night. Our date—well, a date he didn’t really ask me on. 

But it’s the best date I’ve ever had, even if we were just in his room. He showed so much effort—it kinda hurt. 

“You good? Wanna hang out in my room or out here?” Matt questions, sliding off his shoes and tossing his bag to the floor. 

Before I can answer, a familiar trot makes my lips curl into a smile. I look down to see Trevor, his snout twitching as he sniffs my legs aggressively, his tail whipping from side to side with excitement. 

“Out here?” I answer, looking up at Matt with a smile as I feel Trevor nuzzle himself against my calf. “Kinda wanna hang out with Trev too. And he never stays in your room.” I remark. 

“I know,” Matt huffs, walking over to the couch and plopping on the cushion. “It's so annoying. He’ll never stay in my room since Chris practically trained him to only stay in his. He has fuckin’ dog treats stuffed in every corner, I swear.” 

A breathy laugh falls from my lips. I walk over, sitting on the couch about a foot away from Matt, smiling as Trevor jumps up, laying in between the both of us like a loaf of bread. 

“Well, he’s comfy.” I joke, rubbing Trevor’s ears as I hear Matt let out a subtle snort. 

“Yeah, very. He doesn’t have anything to worry about, not some stupid school project either, hm Trev?” he says, his voice in a higher pitch as he baby-talks the dog. 

Fuck. That stupid project. 

My body deflates as I melt into the cushion of the couch. Matt takes notice of my behavior, looking up at me with furrowed brows. “Hey, what’s going on? Is it our project?” he asks. 

I shrug. My chest squeezes as I roll my bottom lip between my teeth. “I mean, not just that, but yeah. I don’t really know what to do. Shawn’s a fucking prick. He had the nerve to—ugh. Yeah, it’s just… frustrating.” I sigh. 

Matt’s eyes soften, his lips plummeting to a sympathetic pout. “Well, what if we still partnered up?” he offers. 

Partner up? 

He was there when the teacher practically shunned us. What part about that gave him any sort of hope that we could still partner up? 

My eyes squint at his suggestion. He sucks in a deep breath, clasping his hands together. “Aren’t you working on the project with him later today?” he asks, his eyes lifting as his forehead crinkles. 

“I mean yeah, but—”

“But,” Matt interrupts, tilting his head towards the side as his hand waves through the air, “-what if he came over here? While me and Cole work on our shit, you guys can do the same, but we’ll be all together. I doubt Shawn will be weird if we’re all together.” he suggests.

Oh. My. God. 

This smart little bitch. 

“Matt.” I state, watching as he looks at me with anticipation. “I fuckin’ love you. You’re so fuckin—ugh, are you sure?” I ask, letting out a sigh of relief as he nods affirmatively, a small smile imprinted on his face. 

Thank fuck. 

“What else is bothering you? You said that wasn’t the only thing, what’s up?” he asks, his lips together in a tight line as he reaches to pet Trevor.

Where do I even begin? 

“My… date? Um, whatever it was—”

“What’d Chris do,” he sighs, interrupting my stumbling words as he stares up at me with sad eyes. 

My lips purse together, my face crawling with warmth as I rub my hands together in my lap. “I just—it’s not him, it’s… ugh.” 

The grunt falling from my lips seems to make Matt lean in closer, his eyes squinting as lips tug slightly downwards. “What do you mean? What went wrong?” he interrogates, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks his lips between his teeth. 

“Nothing went wrong. It’s just—I think that’s the issue.” 

Matt seems to let out a sigh of relief at my statement, relaxing back onto the couch as he fiddles with Trevor’s ear. “I’m glad nothing is wrong, but I—what’s the issue then?” he pushes. 

Ugh. 

My eyes drift across the room, my teeth clamping into the tip of my tongue as I shift my feet closer together, adjusting my position on the couch. 

“Well,” I start, wincing as a loud crack sounds from my fingers twisting together. “I just—I’ve had a boyfriend before, you know? And I guess I’m just kinda hurt that he never showed me that type of effort once. Not even—not even when he was trying to guilt trip me to stay with him.” 

Silence. 

Matt seems to stare at me blankly. His head cocking towards the side as he lets out a long sigh. “Isn’t that a good thing to finally get what you wanted though?” 

His question makes my lips twitch at the corners, a small frown tugging on my face as I blink away the warm tear forming in my eyes. 

I shrug, sniffling quietly. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just… I thought I wasn’t good enough for that type of effort. I mean, I stayed with that guy for way longer than I should’ve. But I stayed even though I was being treated like shit—I… I feel like I don’t deserve it because, well—I—I don’t know—”

“You feel like you don’t deserve it now because you treated yourself so poorly by staying,” he fills in. 

God. Those words seem to dig deep. It’s like he’s answering a question I didn’t even know I had—a question that was too full of shame for me to even ask myself. 

But it made sense. 

“Yeah. I guess,” I breathe, my nose twitching as I feel my eyes flutter with furious blinks. There’s no way I’m crying about this, not anymore. I don’t even miss the guy I once called my boyfriend, I missed the way I had more dignity before him. 

I missed the way I used to want to fall in love. 

“You know, you and Chris are so similar it’s scary,” Matt puffs. 

I tilt my head as I look over at him, watching as he laughs, wiping over his face as he shakes his head with disbelief. “I don’t know, sorry. Just… text Shawn and I’ll text Cole?” he suggests. 

Nodding, I pull out my phone, typing a quick message as my mind loops around our conversation. 

If Chris is just like me, how would that ever work? We’ve already been taking turns pushing the other away. 

A lump forms in my throat from the thought. I swallow, wincing as I feel the discomfort travel down to my chest, creating sensations of pressure that make it feel a little harder to breathe. 

There’s no way it would work. 

___

Awkward is an understatement. Shawn was reluctant to agree to come over to Matt’s house and work on the project, but I didn’t really give him any other choice. I can tell he’s pissed off—and it’s pissing me off. 

Cole, Matt’s partner, is mostly silent, only chipping in a thought every couple of minutes. He’s quiet, but nice. At least he’s not like Shawn—still trying to invade my personal space. 

Thankfully, Matt has been a lot more observant. The second Shawn tried to get closer than he should, Matt asked him to take off his shoes—-which he should’ve done in the first place anyhow, but by the time he came back to sit, Matt occupied the spot next to me. 

It made things tolerable. The four of us working on the project didn’t really seem to speed things up though. Cole wasn’t contributing much and Shawn was just… Shawn—useless and annoying. 

“I, um,” Matt whispers, staring at me with clenched teeth and worried eyes, “I really need to piss, do you–”

“Go,” I urge. 

My brows furrow together as I watch his face contort with an awkward wince. “Oh my god, do not pee on me. Go fuckin’ piss!” I whisper-yell, waving my hand as I watch him immediately get up and rush down the hallway. 

The second I lose sight of him, my stomach drops with an unsettling feeling. I look up, watching as Shawn starts to scoot closer to me, my eyes darting to Cole. He’s buried in his phone, chewing on the strings of his hoodie. 

Great. 

This is just great. 

I flinch as I feel his leg press up against mine. My elbow digs into the arm of the couch, my body leaning away from him as I feel my chest burn with anger. “Shawn—” 

His name barely leaves my lips. My mouth smacks shut as I feel his hand on my thigh. The heat of his skin is touching mine, my mini skirt feeling like underwear as his fingers squeeze right below the hem of my clothing.

My eyes water as I bite into my cheek a little too hard. I clench my teeth together, my jaw tightening as I take a deep breath. 

As my lips open, I feel his hand go just barely underneath my skirt. My body freezes. 

I want him off. 

“Shawn, get your hands off—” 

He looks over at me with an annoyed expression. “Chill out,” he puffs, his hand gravitating to the lower, resting on the middle of my thigh. 

I squint my eyes shut tightly, trying to imagine I’m anywhere but here. Maybe a beach, maybe an isolated cabin—

“Hey, wanna come to my room for a minute?” 

Oh?

My eyes blink open as I see Chris standing in the doorway. He can’t see over the back of the couch, but I can tell by his eyes flickering from my face to Shawn that he knows something isn’t quite right. 

Thank god. His snooping finally came in handy once. 

“I, uh—yeah.” I say, starting to stand up. 

Shawn’s hand lazily falls down my leg, dropping with gravity as I get up and start to walk behind Chris. I don’t bother looking behind me. My eyes stay trained on Chris’ back as he guides us to his room, opening the door and holding it for me. 

He nudges his head, urging me to walk in. “I—thank you,” I mention, striding past him and into his room. 

I hope he knows I mean it in more than one way.

“Mhm.” he hums, pressing on the small of my back, guiding me to sit on the bed. “Just take a minute, I texted Matt. Can’t believe he left you alone with that creep.” I shiver at his words, recalling the sensation of Shawn’s hand on my thigh, the skin itching with annoyance. 

“He just—”

“-needed to pee, I know,” he interrupts, laying on the bed with his arm slung behind his head. “Are you… okay?” he asks, his brows furrowed as he rolls his lips together. 

Am I okay?

“Yeah. I think so?” I remark, my voice raising in pitch as I question my own words. Chris’ face scrunches more. He pats the pillow next to him, nodding his head for me to lay down. 

My head swivels towards the closed door. 

Matt. 

I can’t just leave, I need to go back out there. 

“Don’t worry.” I turn my head back towards Chris, listening as he continues to speak, “I texted him and just told him you’re done for the day. You’re not going back out there.” 

The lump in my throat seems to ease as I swallow. I twist my hands in my lap for a second, hesitantly crawling up to lay next to him, my head resting on his only pillow. A deep sigh leaves my lips. 

I feel safe at least—comfortable enough to truly breathe. 

“You good?” 

My eyes blink open as I look towards Chris, seeing him staring at me intently. I nod. The subtle shift of his arm under his head makes me scoot further to the side on the pillow. 

“Come lay down,” I suggest. 

The statement seems to make his eyes wander around the room. He contemplates the offer, slowly rolling onto his side and facing me before resting his head on the other side of the pillow. 

I can feel his breath, the subtle drift of his hair brushing above my eyebrow. 

I can feel how much I ache to touch him. 

“You can come closer, you know,” I mention. 

Chris shakes his head. “No, I’m fine. I doubt you wanna be touched right now.” 

“Come closer, it’s okay—”

“No,” he cuts off, “I’m comfortable, really. Don’t worry about me.” 

Ugh. 

Why can’t he take the hint?

“Chris.” His eyes blink open as he stares at me. I scoot up slightly, holding open my arms. “Please,” I sigh. 

He licks over his lips as his face scrunches. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna touch you and make you uncomfo—”

“You won’t,” I say, my eyes peering into his with intent. “You don’t.” 

Silence washes over us. I feel my bottom lip quiver, my emotions rolling over me as my cheeks grow warm. “I just—hold me. I like when you touch me.” 

His face relaxes as he gulps, nodding before scooting into my hold. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into my chest and wrapping my leg around his waist. 

This is just what I needed. 

I take a soothing breath, the air exploring deeper in my lungs, like a true breath of fresh air. It smells like him—a warm, clean scent that makes my nose flare for another deep breath before I can think twice. 

“Is this…is this okay?” he asks, his hand loosely lays on my waist, his eyes wide as he stares up at me. 

I want him closer. 

The air seems to get thinner, my eyes dropping to his lips as I imagine them on mine. It seems so enticing, so different. His touch already brings me a lot of comfort, but what would such an intimate touch do? Would it just feel sexual? 

Even his hands on my body didn’t necessarily feel sexual. He held me in a way that made everything feel effortless, a true reassurance that couldn’t be put into words. 

Chris seems to notice my antics, his hand on my waist gliding up my back and pulling me closer. His nose grazes my chin. I feel my heart lurch against my chest, violently pumping as I let out short breaths. 

“Will you kiss–”

“Are you sure?” he interrupts, his eyes flickering all over my face—especially my eyes and lips. 

I swallow, nodding softly. My vision seems to blur, cloudy with stubborn tears as I let my eyes flutter closed, my breath hitching in my chest as I feel his lips hover over mine. 

“Is this—is it still ok—”

His whispered words are silenced by my lips. I feel his hand on my back pull me against him, the sensation of his lips slotting between mine making my hazy mind silent with his comforting touch. 

God. 

This feels like heaven—so light and feathery, almost otherworldly. 

I let myself drown in his mouth, parting my lips for him to hungrily kiss me, his devotion apparent in how he holds me so tightly. 

I’ve never been kissed like this. I’ve never been held like this. 

I’ve never felt like this at all. 

There’s so much emotion pouring out from his lips and his hands—enough to make my tears start to gather in my lower lashes as my hand tangles up into his hair. 

Chris pulls away for a quick breath, staring up at me with concern laced in his furrowed brows. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he coos, his voice softer than ever. 

I shake my head, gathering the words with a shaky breath. “Nothing,” I rush, “Nothing is wrong. I just—I…”

My mouth falls open, words cluelessly trailing off into the air, “I need you to kiss me again. Please.”

A/N: Watch this if you haven't already. I'm literally dying dead.

[formulakracing]

“tending to my love” - t.w.

pairing: fem!reader x toto wolff

word count: 1.1k

warnings: reader is sick, a few curse words here and there, fluff so sweet it may give you a cavity

a/n: this request was sent to me a longgg time ago by an anon! so anon, i hope you enjoy soft toto tending to the love of his life <3 and i hope y'all enjoy the coziness! <3

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how are you feeling? have you taken medicine? has theodore checked up on you?

letting out a slight cough, you reach for the mug on the nightstand. carefully, you bring the heated cup to your lips, steam billowing into your nostrils.

the liquid is soothing, easing the ache in your throat as it flows down, the warmth flourishing into your chest.

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the mug clinks as you place it back on to the coaster. three gray dots appear, signaling you that he was not quite finished with his series of inquiries.

there's about five more minutes of this meeting and then i am taking the rest of the day off. if you need anything while i'm out, don't hesitate to let me know. would you like any sherbet or sorbet for your throat?

a giggle bubbles up, yet it crescendos into a cough, your lungs burning as you bury your face into your elbow.

once your coughing fit ceases, you begin to type a reply, thumbs gliding across the screen.

still feelin' pretty shitty. all i am in need are of some cuddles ;((

his responds instantly, and you feel the corners of your lips curl into a wide grin.

my poor schatzi. don't you fret, the moment i'm home i'm going to cuddle the shit out of you.

i hope that didn't come out wrong. you know what i mean.

i know what you meant, love. can't wait to see you. x

once you're finished with your text, you shove your phone back underneath the covers. snuggling back into the comforter, your thumb hovers over the spacebar of your laptop, resuming your favorite netflix show.

although this was about your second time rewatching the infamous series, you couldn't get enough. it was your version of real housewives or keeping up with the kardashians, as there was never a shortage of drama in the world of formula one.

since you were sick, you couldn't imagine anything more comforting than watching your boyfriend work. especially since you couldn't be there by his side in the office. you wouldn't admit it, but there were times you fell asleep to the show when the two of you were apart.

which, was the case currently, as the waves of heat from the comforter were oh so cozy. especially in your current state.

yet, you needed to resist.

it wouldn't be too much longer until he was home.

only about fifteen more minutes and he would be in bed with you, wrapping you up in those comforting arms.

meanwhile, toto wolff curses under his breath, balancing his work bag, a small tote of groceries, and keys in one hand. the other presses on his car door, slamming it shut as he fidgets with the keys. clicking a button, the car chirps in response, signaling that it was locked.

who knew that leaving work early to take care of his sick girlfriend was such a crime?

sliding the key into the lock, his wrist rotates. his free hand grasps the knob, opening the door. setting his work bag to the floor, he slips off his shoes, the tote of groceries still in hand.

making a quick pit stop in the kitchen, he places a quart of sherbet in the freezer, sliding a couple bottles of gatorade in the door off the fridge.

now, he could finally reunite with his love.

the austrian trudges up the winding stairs, ensuring that his steps were a little heavier than normal. this was habitual, his way of letting you know that he was home and on his way to you in the bedroom.

however, he doesn't hear you call out for him.

a tiny dose of panic sets in, but he fights his way through it. you just had a cold. it was nothing major, mainly respiratory. there was no reason to fret too much.

when it came to you though, toto found himself in a constant state of worry.

if anything happened to you, oh fuck. that was a thought too heavy to bear.

the moment he enters the bedroom, his heart swells.

you're buried in the comforter, hoodie of your sweatshirt pulled on, lips parted as your chest rises and falls. your laptop is only a few inches away, the sounds of voices filling the space. there's the rumble of an engine here and there, a noise that the team principal knew all too well.

the sound of a formula one engine.

carefully, he sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. his hand connects with your cheek, thumb tracing tenderly along your heated skin.

"did you miss me, schatzi?"

his voice is soft, brimmed with adoration. he doesn't expect you to stir, but you do, lashes fluttering, nose wrinkling in the process. at the realization that he was there, along with drive to survive still playing on your laptop, you pop up, hands instinctively reaching out.

the sound ceases as you nearly slam the laptop shut, "h-hi."

"good evening," a chuckle rumbles in the austrian's chest, "how are you feeling?"

"tired."

"i bet," raising the comforter, the team principal shuffles under the covers, pulling you against his chest.

"how often do you do that?"

"do what?" nuzzling into collarbone, you inhale traces of cologne that linger, grateful for his familiar scent, "i don't know what you're talking about."

"you know what i mean," he tuts, "do you watch that to sleep?"

"sometimes," you shrug, "it helps me sleep."

"well i'm here now," his lips graze your temple, peppering kisses all over, "i'll be here to take care of you when you wake. do you need anything?"

"no," shaking your head, your lids droop, the sleep settling in once more, "you're all i need."

"i love you," his heartbeat is steady, guiding you closer and closer to the edge of slumber.

"and i love you, toto. thank you for leaving early to take care of me."

"always," a hand slips underneath your hoodie, massaging gentle circles into your back, "i'll always be here. there is nothing more important than tending to my love when she's sick."

"you promise?" you can barely form the words, but they come out anyway.

"yes," toto nods, "i promise."

as you doze off, the team principal can't help but bring you in even closer.

sure, it was a risk, being in such close proximity to you.

but it was a risk that toto was willing to take.

if it meant that you were content, then that's all that mattered.

after all, if he caught your little bug, then it meant that he would get to spend more quality time with you.

and that idea alone was more enough to make it all worth it.

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Frozen Heart (Part 13)

TW: yandere behaviour, arson.

Bruce's hands shook as he watched the videos of you being assaulted and humiliated. "This was going on for months," he muttered. "They did this for months."

"Did what for months?" Damian asked.

"Don't look!" Bruce clicked out of the video hastily. "You shouldn't look at it. You'll be traumatised."

"Is it of Y/N?" Damian's eyes pierced through his father. "Are these the perpetrators of their battery?"

"These are suspects," Bruce said. "We need to get this to Commissioner Gordon."

"I downloaded everything in case they deleted the evidence," Barbara said.

"Excellent work," Bruce said.

Meanwhile, up in your room, you'd been left alone, exactly as you'd predicted. "Exactly as I thought. Never trust a Wayne," you muttered, reading your book. You thought you'd been forgotten about.

You were wrong.

*_*_*_*_*_

Duke Thomas watched you from outside your room. "OK, showtime," he muttered, as fingers flexed and his mind concentrated.

"Huh?" Your eyes were playing tricks on you. The walls were showing you a spiral pattern with the shadows, like a hypnotist's spiral. "What is this?"

"It's me, Y/N." Duke entered your room, walking in casually like a super-cool big brother while the spiral of shadows shattered besides him. "It's part of my powers."

"You have powers?"

"Yeah. I have light powers. I can manipulate light and shadows, meaning I can do this." The shadows shaped themselves into bunnies, which hopped around the walls and waved at you. "Look; aren't they pretty?"

"A little. Kind of childish to be playing with shadows." The spirals reappeared and filled your eyes, drawing you in. "Ooh, pretty." Duke smirked.

"It is pretty, isn't it? Why don't you focus on it a little more?" Duke asked.

You couldn't say no. It just looked so pretty, reminding you of a kaleidoscope you would peer into as a child. "More, please," you murmur.

"Good little one. Focusing so nicely. This is just a little exercise to help you take a nap, since you look so tired. Do you understand, Y/N?"

"Yes, Duke," you said.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to count to ten very slowly, and this will trick your brain into sleeping when it has to," Duke said. "Everybody's been hounding you, huh?"

"Yeah, they have," you sighed. "So close, so . . . gross."

Duke sniggered. "Clever little sunbeam. Now, I'm going to count backwards from ten, and by the time I'm done, you're going to snuggle into your blankets fast asleep."

Duke's words and voice had a hypnotic effect on you. Something tugged your eyelids down, slowed down the whirring of your brain. You let out a big yawn and drifted into sleep.

Once Duke knew you were asleep, he patted your hair down and tucked you in tight. "I'm going to be your favourite before you know it," Duke whispered. "You're going to love me."

*_*_*_*_*_

Batman and the Batkids watched with sadistic joy as the house of Karl Watkins-Pryce burned to a crisp from a tragic electrical fire. "I wonder what the parents will do when they realise that their child bullied a Wayne?" Stephanie mused.

"Probably nothing. This behaviour has to be affirmed and encouraged repeatedly for years before it gets to this level," Dick said. "Why isn't Signal here?"

"Duke said he only operated during the day," Damian said. "And that he had work to do. He'll be sorry to miss this."

"I know I would be," Stephanie said, snickering.

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[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 48

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → Chapter forty eight ; wc | 3.5k

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Your days are completely different now, you've always got something to do now. You're super occupied and you're hanging around. Some days are more difficult than others and some are so much more fun but it's all going stable now and you've found your routine that works well for Jungkook and yourself.

He goes to work and returns early, meanwhile, you spend the day with the little one, constantly watching her even when she's sleeping, its...soothing in a way. It helps relieve all your stress even though the little one is the major stress factor.

She drinks pretty well, she's got her little routine too. Always wakes up at 4 am drinks some milk, pees in the next 30 minutes then falls asleep and wakes up in another 2 hours. Misoo loves her sleep and you're so thankful for that because it allows you to sleep well too. You take naps whenever she sleeps and the little one is so quiet, you don't even hear her cries sometimes.

Her cries are sweet, she's so soft, it always makes you pout. You are so lucky to have Jungkook with you because even when he's dead tired, even when work is so stressful he always, always leaves it at the office. Never does he bring his work, home.

Sometimes you both would get into a little argument about this and he would always tell "When I come home, I'm taking care of my girlfriend and child and no fucking work comes in between us."

and it would always shut you up cause the second he lets those words out, next he's pulling you into his arms and hugging you. You've grown so much in the past few months, you've learned to be patient, more understanding and just...listen sometimes.

Your stubborn nature is alive but it doesn't show as often as you used to. You've learned to grasp the situation first and understand it, being stoned to your words or actions doesn't work all the time.

You feel stronger each day but....you can't cover up feeling weak sometimes. Sure, you've always felt confident about yourself and your appearance but that was a different life, now... you're a mom, a mother to a beautiful daughter and you've changed, you've gotten bigger in certain areas,

the little stretch marks do show and...you don't feel very confident anymore, some days you motivate yourself, compliment yourself and it works, it helps but with all the changes, you noticed how you barely spend time with Jungkook.

Insecure thoughts pick up your mind and you can't help but feel as though you're the cause of this...distance. Jungkook comes back home and spends all his time with the little one, he doesn't want to miss anything anymore so he makes sure he spends his free time after work with her which is understandable but...

you feel insecure about this and thoughts like 'am i not... attractive enough?' always trigger you. Jungkook on the other hand is so happy to be here in this moment, in all the moments with the little one and you. he takes you both on drives, for ice cream, for dinners and anything in which he can make your days different. You deserve to have fun too, you know.

Just because you're a mom now doesn't mean you're supposed to stay home all day, just taking care of the baby. You should be out there, enjoying life. And he makes sure that you do.Some days, you don't feel like dressing up—and that's fine.

He never says a word, because he gets it. Lazy days are part of life, and he thinks they're kind of cute, honestly.But lately... he's noticed something different. The way you've started dressing—it's not really you. It's not that he wants you to wear anything specific; it's not about the clothes.

It's about why you're wearing them. You've been hiding your body, shrinking yourself, and that's what hurts him.He's always loved how confident you were—it's part of what drew him to you.

That fire, that comfort in your own skin. Seeing you dim that light because of insecurity... breaks his heart a little. Because to him, you've never been anything less than beautiful "Hey baby, we can leave in an hour so don't worry about taking time okay?"

he murmurs as he fixes the collar of his black shirt. "yeah..I'm done anyway." you say as you tuck the sweater inside the office skirt. Jungkook takes one look at you and tilts his head. "you really like that skirt." he chuckles. You laugh and shake your head. "oh no, it's the only skirt that tightens my pouch a bit."

this pulls a string inside Jungkook's head. He takes a deep breath before walking to the shared closet. He opens it up and looks through the dresses you have. Which- you have a whole collection of.

You have a whole collection of them. You frown and turn to look at him. "What are you looking for?" you ask while putting on stud earrings. "This—"

he whispers, pulling out a mini dress that stops above your knee, is off-shoulders and... is slightly sheer?

"You're wearing this." He smiles and walks to you.

"Jungkook, what? No— I'm not wearing this—" you mutter, looking at him in shock. "I'm already dressed? And... that's my old clothes."

"Baby...." he sighs. "I know you wear this skirt because it makes you feel comfortable, and that's okay," he says softly, his eyes searching yours.

"But you don't have to hide anything, alright?"

His hand gently brushes over your hip—not to persuade, but to remind. To reassure.

"You don't have to tuck your belly away behind some skirt like it's something you should be ashamed of."

You glance down at the dress in your hands, the one you pulled from the back of the closet and instantly doubted.

"I'm not gonna wear this. It's too short and... it's just not for me anymore."

His face falls—not out of frustration, but sadness.

"Y/N, stop," he says, stepping closer, voice soft but firm. "Stop thinking you're not meant for any of this."

"You're so young. So beautiful. And you've got every reason, every right, and all the fire in you to wear whatever the hell you want. Please—don't let being a mom convince you that you're not allowed to feel good in your own skin."

He smiles, the kind that holds nothing but love.

"You haven't lost that part of you. And I haven't stopped seeing it," he speaks, throwing the dress on the bed. He can't see you like this anymore, being... something you're not.

"Jungkook...." You place your hands on his shoulders and look down. "I—" you don't know what to say because... you were just concerned about him and how he might not like the change in you, but you were surely mistaken because this man... this man loves you for who you are and not what you wear.

"I want you to live life too. Being a mom doesn't mean you have to restrict yourself—fuck, you're so young, Y/N, and... you have no idea how beautiful you look, every single day..."

He chuckles about what he's gonna say next. He sees the tears welling up in your eyes, and all he wants to do now is make you laugh. "I know Lee Y/N does not need male validation and opinions—"

This indeed makes you laugh, hitting his chest as the tears go down your face. You roll your eyes at his words and nod. Yeah, you don't need male validation but... it's a little different now. His opinions, actions, words—everything does matter to you now.

Jungkook wipes off the tears and cups your cheeks.

"I want you to pick any dress from your closet. I don't give a fuck about the length or how thin the material is gonna be. I can fight and—fuck 'em guys or girls who look at you. You're my woman anyway," he whispers, a smirk pasted on his face.

His eyes search you as he speaks, and those words—they make your knees wobbly. You just wanna melt. How does this man keep getting attractive by his words and actions every day?

"Yeah?" you nod at his words and shy away, to which he smiles softly. "Take your time. Dinner can wait and—don't worry about Misoo, I'll get her stuff." He walks out the room to pack her backpack.

You look at the dress he picked. This was one of your finest pieces back then... shit. The words "back then" sound so crazy in your mind. But yeah, back then, when you were single and mingling with other guys.

He'd given you the option to wear whatever, but you go with his choice.

You strip out of your skirt and sweater, slipping into the little black dress. Of course, the makeup had to change too. Concealer and lip gloss felt too plain for a dress like that.

You went for a soft nude base, a bit of shadow on your lids, highlighter catching the light just right. A muted pink blush for warmth—nothing too loud. But the lips? Bold. Dramatic. A shade that pulled everything together.

The rest whispered, but your lips did the talking.

You put on textured earrings, wore the Tiffany bracelet and sapphire rings that Jungkook got you a week ago, and finished the look by opening your hair.

You weren't sure if you should wear high heels, so you managed with a 3-inch heel—you had a baby to carry anyway.

Jungkook knocked on the door before he walked in and... boy was he stunned. He missed this. So much.

The smirk on his face grew wide as he walked closer to you with the little one in his arms.

"Oh darling..." he began, his eyes scanning you while you stand in front of him with a smile on your face.

"Tell me you feel good." You nod quickly, heart fluttering. Of course you felt amazing—how could you not? You hadn't realized just how much you missed dressing up.

There was a spark again, one you hadn't felt in a while. You were grateful he knocked some sense into you, because right now... you felt powerful.

"I do, Jungkook," you breathe, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "I really do."

He steps closer, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "It's not the dress that looks gorgeous," he murmurs, eyes locked on yours.

"It's you wearing it that makes this damn piece of cloth look like luxury."

He's so good with his words, if he continues to do this all night you might just... have his baby again. This was one of the most memorable moments you've had within the past few months with him.

Jungkook and you have a stable relationship. When days are bad, you both just time out, take the time to relax and understand because you're stressed out, running with less sleep, and he's stressed out about work. So instead of putting it on each other, you both take time to calm down and then a conversation solves it all.

Sex is something you both really. Fucking. Want.

But it's highly likely that you might carry his baby again, and that's not happening. Nope.

Living with a newborn is so difficult because how? How can you not have 10 more of them? But also not want... any? The little milestones she's achieved are incredible. You've kept a track of everything by each month.

You've taken your time off all social media. You spend your free time meditating, learning how to cook—though you... failed many times, broke a couple of mugs, and also almost started a fire by doing steak.

You try to spend as much time as possible at the gym, even though you're often sleep-deprived and sometimes feel lazy. Thoughts like "not now, maybe another day" or "ugh, I can't leave this cozy bed" constantly pop into your head—but you push through them.

You know the longer you wait to start, the harder it'll be to lose that pouch and get in shape.

So, you began as early as you could, and honestly, it feels amazing now—totally worth all those moments when staying in bed felt like the better choice.

You wanna be a hot mother and fuck—you're a young woman. There's so much you wanna do with Jungkook, and for that, you need to be fit and confident in yourself.

You always feel so much better when you're done with gym for the day, it's like a relief. You haven't skipped any meals, neither do you cut down on any food because there's no need to restrict yourself so much. You can do everything if you just move your body enough.

You treat yourself with a dessert every night after your high-protein meals and life has never been sweeter before. Jungkook loves your routine, he thinks it's healthy and he sees you glow.

Sure, there are crazy days. Sometimes he'll catch you quietly crying when the day doesn't go your way, and that clenches his heart—especially since he feels guilty that he can't be with you all the time, with all the work he's loaded with. So he makes sure he takes on the night duty even though you tell him it's okay. He always insists.

The little one grew up so fast, in the blink of your eyes.

She went from barely opening her eyes to locking them with yours every time you speak.

Her cries speak to you now—it's amazing how you just know what each one means. Hungry, wet, uncomfortable. It's like your heart decodes her before your brain can even catch up.

Of course, there are days when you have no idea what she needs, and those days feel like torture.

Because what the hell is she crying for?! Is it gas? Is she overtired? Does she just want to be held and walked in endless circles?

You don't know. You try everything. And when nothing works—you crack. You burst out in frustration, not at her, but at the helplessness of it all.

Because loving someone this small, this deeply, while not always knowing how to help them—it breaks you in the softest, fiercest ways.

Misoo is dependent on her parents, on Jungkook and you, and even though her mommy runs to her at any inconvenience, you can tell, you can just tell... that she has a different bond with her dada. Because she always calms down when her skin makes contact with his.

And even though Jungkook doesn't realize that, you see it—and maybe just... maybe the little one has this unique bond with her father because of all that they both have been through. She smiled for the first time—not as a reflex, but for real. A social smile. And it happened while she was in her father's arms.

She lay curled in the safety of his hold, her tiny body resting snugly across his knees as he gently bounced her up and down, eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing that existed.

"Where's my little bunny?" he asked in that playful, soft voice she'd already grown to recognize. "Is it you? Mmm? Is my little bunny you? Mmm, Misoo? Are you my little bunny wunny?"

And then she did it.

The corner of her lips curved up, slow and sure, as if something deep inside her recognized him. As if she knew she was loved. And maybe she didn't understand his words, but she felt the way they wrapped around her like a lullaby. Jungkook giggled at that, whispering for you to come see.

"Y/N, fast! She's smiling, come here!"

You rush to see your little one smile, but it was too late—she'd already moved her lips. "Come on, Misoo, smile for your mama. My little bunny, aren't you my bunny wunny, huh?" Then she smiles, and he chuckles.

"There she smiles~"

This is just one of the moments. She's had many milestones the past few months, like how she can hold her toys more firmly. She plays with the rattle, making loud sounds that sometimes irritate you, but hey...

she makes them now—you don't have to hold it and shake it anymore. She's got her very own bunny now, that Jungkook got when he passed by the Jellycat store in London while he was on a 3-day business trip. He was on his way to the car with his business partners, but he just had to stop by the plushie store, so he told them he'd catch them later and made his way to the Jellycat store.

He wished to get the huge one but realized it would be of no use now since Misoo is too tiny, so he saved that for when she grows up to be a toddler. There were so many options in so many sizes he was going crazy, but when his eyes found the rabbit collection, he knew that was where his heart lay.

There were plenty of colors to choose from, but the pink one reminded him of his girl too much to ignore. He picked the small pink bunny—the perfect size for her tiny arms—and didn't think twice.

Of course, he didn't forget you. He made his stop at Cartier, found a Love bracelet he knew would look just right on your wrist. He chose the white gold—because he remembers you've never really been a fan of yellow.

Every time he travels overseas, he comes back with a suitcase full of things. Clothes, shoes, and toys for his little one. Candies, jewelry, and pieces from all the brands you casually mention in passing. He spoils you both, not just with gifts, but with the thought behind them. Because to him, having a family he actually wants to come home to—that he gets to miss and return to—is everything.

And what's money, really, if he can't spend it on the two people who make it all worth it?

And coming back home to his daughter reaching a new milestone is crazier, because now you come running to him, screaming,

"She rolled to her tummy and back today!!!!"

And Jungkook is carrying her in his arms and hugging her. "Bunny, you did it!!"

Misoo clearly has her favorites—well, favorite. She loves her father. No, love is too small a word—she's absolutely obsessed with him.

There's nothing she adores more. She's clingy. So clingy. On movie days, she refuses to sit anywhere unless she's got her tiny fingers wrapped around her father's arm, claiming it like it's her birthright.

And it makes Jungkook laugh every single time. Because at this point, he's not raising one baby—he's got two. If Misoo's got his left arm, you're already curled up on his right, just as possessive.

He's trapped—in the best way possible.

Trapped between the two people he loves most in the world, covered in tiny hands and sleepy cuddles. And honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way.

Misoo is growing up fast, because as each movie week passes by, it gets different. She's gone from sleeping the whole time to babbling for the whole hour.

You just wanna watch the movie and eat popcorn but no—the young lady there has a whole different plan. She has to go on and on, explaining whatever in her language, making you mad.

But Jungkook there is laughing as he nods to whatever she says, talking back even—making this movie experience an absolute shit to you.

It is cute, yeah, but... not all the time!! Especially when the action scene happens. It's crazy how each month is a different experience—it's life-changing, truly.

You've got company all the time. She's quiet and calm.

Misoo looks a lot like Jungkook the older she grows. She's got his nose and eyes. The only thing that matches you are her lips—she's got the plump lips like you, and Jungkook always says he's so thankful for that because he fucking loves your lips.

Jungkook and you involve yourselves in foreplay but never sex. He doesn't wanna take the risk of getting you pregnant because your chances are still very high, and no... even condoms are a no.

So things are tough for the both of you. He can't resist, neither can you—so fingering, BJs, making out is all you two do. And it works. It's... good. Fucking good.

Everything had been going okay until Hoseok finally got time to meet you. He'd been planning for months, but the time wasn't in his favor, so when he did have it, Misoo was already 5 months old—which he was sad about, but you told him to chill, you sent him pictures all the time anyway.

Jungkook would always roll his eyes when you sent Hoseok messages. He wasn't possessive or anything, he just loved to pull your leg—and sometimes... he was straight-up jealous.

Hoseok decided to come by on a weekend, but he didn't come alone like he said he was gonna.

He had someone with him.

Someone you never met before....

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min's notes ; Sorry y'all I posted late z I was out, anyways one more chap left yay! Also I never went abroad z my dad got sick so... that's why I could update, hope y'all enjoyed reading !!

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