#oh my god i can't wait for this to be over

[katsu28]

worth the wait

pairing: lando norris x williams driver!reader

summary: winning the monaco grand prix brings to light some not so hidden feelings between yourself and a certain papaya wearing driver. (7.6k)

warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, use of Y/N, sexual insinuations but nothing graphic. the FW46 is not a tractor—also fictional. takes place in the 2024 season.

a/n: started writing this a little after monaco last year, didn't finish it until now 😭 my first major attempt at driver!reader, and also perhaps the longest one shot fic i've ever written?? i can't remember but i hope you all love her as much as i do <3 also sorry to charles for erasing his home win i still love you babe

“That’s P1, Y/N. Repeat, that is P1, congratulations.” 

You can barely hear your race engineer over the beating of your heart in your chest, the roar of blood in your ears as you make your way far past the checkered flag. Looking at your surroundings as you zoom by, you see people waving at you from all around you, people cheering at the top of their lungs, and you wave back. 

“Oh my god…” You say softly, just for yourself to hear. 

You’ve done it. 

You’ve won your first race, won Monaco, and you have no earthly idea how to react. It feels weird, like you know you’ve won but at the same time, it doesn’t feel quite real. 

Like you’re asleep and you’re about to wake up to find it’s all been just a dream. “Holy fucking shit.” 

“Y/N, do you copy? Radio check, please. Can you hear me?” 

Blinking a few times to ground yourself, you manage to hit the radio button on your wheel to respond to your team. “Yeah, I’m here. I’m here, I’m—wow, that’s…thank you, everyone. Couldn’t have done any of this without you guys. I love you all, thank you for everything, really.” 

You can hear cheering on the other end of the channel, gleeful whoops and lots of clapping. They’re all absolutely wild with happiness, as you’re sure you should be too. 

You are happy. You’re so happy you can’t even feel anything except the familiar rumble of your trusty car. 

“Make your way to the grid. We’ll see you soon.” 

It begins to trickle in now, the realization that you’re now a Formula 1 winner, and here at Monaco, no less. 

You break into a face-splitting grin, letting a disbelieving laugh bubble from your mouth, which soon turns into a series of loud whoops you’re glad you’re the only one who can hear. 

It’s just you and your car out here right now, soaking it all in. 

The other two cars are already parked at their respective signs when you finally roll up to the grid after a celebratory cooldown lap, a Red Bull and a McLaren flanking your open spot on the left and right as they wait for you. Their drivers are standing by too, waving around at the fans. You spot Lando’s bright helmet immediately and Max a few feet away. 

You kill the engine as soon as you’re in place, shaky hands gripping the halo to pull yourself out of the cockpit. The roar of the cheering is loud even through your helmet, but the thump of your heart threatening to beat out of your chest seems more deafening. 

You aren’t entirely sure that your knees won’t give out when you step onto the hood. 

Nevertheless, you step out as confident as you can, punching both hands above your head in a sweeping motion, fist pumping the air once, twice, a third time. Each swing brings a louder cheer from the crowd, and you take it all in, clasping your hands as if to say thank you to anyone who’s watching—which is everyone. 

Everyone’s watching you as you take off your helmet and peel off your balaclava. Your fingers fumble with the cord of your earpieces, but you manage to wrench those off too, stuffing everything into the interior of your helmet clumsily. 

You hop down from your car, and immediately you’re swept off your feet. Lando crashes into you so hard you’re surprised he hasn’t knocked you both to the ground. He hugs you tight around the waist, swinging you around, and he’s laughing joyfully, that high pitched, squeaky laugh you’re only used to hearing when he’s extremely excited about something. 

If you hadn’t gotten P1, you would’ve thought he’d gotten it by the way he’s celebrating. 

“You did it!!!” He exclaims. “Oh my god, I knew you could do it!”

You’re both sticky with sweat and still breathing hard from those seventy odd laps, but his embrace feels welcoming. Familiar. It always has. You’ve known each other for a while now, having been rookies in the same season, and you’re close with him off the track too. 

Your helmet falls to the ground with a loud thud as you return Lando’s crushing hug. “Thank you,” You breathe, another disbelieving laugh spilling from you. “Holy fuck, it really happened!”

“You made it happen, Y/N. I’m proud of you. Seriously. You deserve this win and so many more,” He says sincerely. He sets you back down now, hands sliding from your shoulders down to your elbows, holding you almost tenderly. It’s a total opposite from the pure excitement he’d had mere seconds ago. 

Something in his eyes seems to deepen, though you can’t put your finger on exactly what. You can’t bring yourself to look away.

If you weren’t so attuned to Lando’s expressions by now, you wouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to your lips for a split second. But you are, and you do notice. 

His lips part slightly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he visibly gulps. 

It feels like you’re the only two people in the world in this moment, not as who the public sees you both as, but as the versions of yourselves you really only get to be with each other. You���ve had the privilege of getting to know exactly who Lando Norris is, away from all the cameras and the media. 

Lando is kind and warm and genuine and would go to war for the people he cares about, but he’s still young. Despite having matured a lot in the past few years, he still hasn’t lost that boyishness he had about him when you first met him just before your rookie season together. He still has that spark that pulled you in from the beginning. 

A chant of your name begins to ripple through the grandstands, and just like that, the moment breaks. You remember that not only are you in front of thousands of people, but on the screens of millions more too. 

You inhale sharply and step away from him to pick up your things. He clears his throat, probably realizing the same thing you just did. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in this position with Lando, and maybe it’s the adrenaline high, maybe it’s all the years of dancing around each other and your own feelings, but you can’t say for certain that you would’ve been able to hold yourself back if he’d looked at you that way any longer. Either way, you’re sure of one thing. 

In that moment, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted him to kiss you. 

He backs away before you have time to process any of the information firing its way through your brain, giving a little wave of his gloved hands as if to say ‘This is your moment. Take it in.’

Max is much more contained than Lando in his congratulations, giving you a nice pat on the back and firm handshake with a smile that feels genuine. You still can’t quite wrap your mind around the fact that you’d finished ahead of him for the first time. 

You make a run for your team just behind the barrier next, all but throwing yourself into them to celebrate not just your win, but theirs too. It truly takes a village, and you wouldn't have been able to do much of anything, let alone this, without yours. 

You want to stay with them for much longer than you’re allowed to, but you’re redirected by a few of the track marshals far too soon. 

The walk down the outside of the track is mostly a blur. Fernando clasps a hand over the back of your neck, telling you how proud he is of you and your hard work. His pride reminds you so much of your own father you can only squeeze his arm in a silent thanks. 

Charles and Carlos sandwich you into a congratulations group hug of Ferrari red, Lewis ruffles your hair like an older brother would. Daniel squishes you in such a tight hug that the breath gets squeezed out of your chest. 

You’re vaguely aware of various other people coming to congratulate you, clapping you on the back, jostling you excitedly. Reporters, photographers, track marshals all clamoring for your attention, shaking your hand, cameras hovering in your face. All while you're trying to wave to the fans and listen to the multitude of things being told to you by so many people. 

It’s overwhelming, but in the best possible way. 

Next is Alex, who wraps you up in a hug with such a fierceness that rivals Lando’s when you get to where he is, a beacon of familiarity for you. When people say Formula One teammates can never truly be friends, they’ve never seen you and Alex before. There’s some competition there, obviously, but it’s a healthy kind. You push each other to be better. 

He keeps you company until you need to split off for the cooldown room. Even then, he promises to find you afterwards. 

It feels like everyone is beyond happy for you, and you revel in it. This is the first and last time you’ll ever get to experience that maiden win feeling. 

The air conditioning in the tiny room feels like heaven on your sweaty skin when you finally make it there, and even though there's a chair you know you should be sitting in, the ground looks much more enticing. 

Your sore limbs scream as you lower yourself down to the floor, but it feels nice and cold when you extend your legs out in front of you with a noise that somewhat resembles a strangled groan. 

Max takes a seat in his assigned chair with an amused shake of his head. You expect Lando to do the same, but he makes a beeline in your direction, throwing himself down next to you with a reaction not dissimilar to the one you’ve just had. It takes all you have in you not to smile like a fucking idiot when he holds his hand out for a high five. 

You’re still buzzing as you sip your water while watching a few moments from the race on the screen. One of the clips that rolls is you crossing the finish line, which makes a lump rise up in your throat. You’re able to hear some broadcast commentary as it plays, and it feels surreal.

“And she’s done it!!! Y/N L/N wins the Monaco Grand Prix! First P1 ever for the Williams driver, here at the historic circuit in Monte Carlo, and Williams’ first Monaco title since 2003! That’s gonna have to be a win for the books, I’d say,” He’s saying. He sounds ecstatic. 

You do your best to swallow the lump down, sniffling quietly a few times. 

What you’re not going to do is cry in front of these cameras. You refuse to give the people who ever doubted you any ounce of ammunition against you. 

Lando hastens a look over at you, spots the tiniest crinkle of your brow, and nudges your knee with his water bottle. When you meet his eyes, he mimes taking a deep breath, smiling reassuringly. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

You match the rise and fall of his chest, finding that it helps. He doesn’t even have to say a word. 

“Wow, that was turn 10, wasn’t it? Where you overtook me?” Max asks suddenly, looking over to you for an answer. Your gaze slips back to the screen, where you see your Williams sneaking around his Red Bull at the chicane right after the tunnel, then over to him for a sheepish nod. 

It’s not everyday you can say you’ve gotten past a three time World Champion. 

Max looks almost impressed. “That was a bold move, but I’ve got to hand it to you—it was a pretty solid overtake. In a tricky spot too. Nice one.” 

He’s always been nice to you on the track, and you’ve even spent some time together in the offseason, but any ounce of praise from the Max Verstappen still feels like it’s coming from a legend. Even if you’ve witnessed that legend absolutely smash it at drunk karaoke at Charles’ Christmas party a few years ago. 

Your time in the cooldown room also seems far too short, and before you know it, the podium awaits. 

You manage a peek outside whilst the announcer is welcoming Max to the podium, and you’re absolutely floored. The crowd is a sea of different colors, all different teams gathered to witness your very first time on the top step of the podium. You spot yours front and center chatting excitedly amongst themselves, eagerly awaiting your arrival. 

“Feels different, doesn’t it? Knowing you’re about to climb to that winning step,” Lando asks, pulling his P2 hat down over his damp curls. 

He’s right. You’ve been on the podium before, but anticipating being at the top of it, anticipating finally getting to hear your home country’s national anthem—it’s something different entirely. 

“I feel like I’m about to shit myself,” You answer honestly, not bothering to censor yourself in any way. It’s Lando; he’s heard you say much worse before. 

“I would advise against that, but hey, everyone celebrates in their own way. To each their own and all that.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender, shit-eating grin present on his face. “Just know, I’ll never let you live it down if you do.” 

“That’s rich coming from the guy who nearly peed himself when he got his first podium!” You scoff. 

Lando’s teasing grin morphs into an offended drop of the mouth. “I did not!” 

“You so did, don’t even try to lie about that.” 

“Right, well if I did, and that’s a huge fucking if, it was only because I didn’t have time to hit the toilet before the ceremony.” 

“I’m sure it was.” 

“Say, we should celebrate tonight. I was thinking about going out clubbing later, if you’re up for it?” He offers, effectively changing the subject. His brows raise mischievously a beat later, eyes full of mirth. “Unless…you’re too tired, of course.”  

“Ha, nice try! I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep tonight, so you’re on,” You shoot back, tilting your chin up in challenge. 

“That’s my girl.” Lando’s expression turns warm and fond, and it makes your insides go fuzzy. You know it’s just a phrase. It isn’t even the first time he’s said it, but this one feels different. 

The way he’s looking at you feels different. It feels like he’s staring into your soul with those eyes of his you still haven’t quite figured out yet. Were they green, were they hazel? Truth be told, you’d been wondering about it since what feels like forever. 

Lando steps forward—once, twice, a third time. Three steps and he’s right in front of you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand comes up to run along the length of your arm, thumb rubbing over the sleeve of your race suit. 

There’s no cameras here this time. The people around you aren’t even paying any attention to the two of you. It would be so easy just to let it happen, to just close the gap between you and…kiss him.

Before either of you can make a move, you hear his name echo from outside, followed by even more cheering. Lando opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but no words come out. 

You give him a light shove, pushing down your disappointment in favor of a smile. “Go. You deserve to bask in the glory. Before I steal the show, I mean.” 

Lando looks like he doesn’t want to go, but really, he doesn’t have a choice. There are people waiting for his grand arrival out to the podium, and yours too. Before he leaves, he squeezes your hand once, and then he’s gone. The roar of the crowd grows louder. 

You take a few centering deep breaths to calm yourself. This moment is what you’ve been waiting for your entire career, and you’d be damned if you let anything, let alone your own running thoughts, take away from it all. 

The sunlight nearly blinds you when you round the corner, but you take it in stride, waving at the crowd as you take that rightful top step. You aren’t sure if you could stop smiling even if you tried. That smile only grows as your home anthem fills the air, and you swear it’s never sounded more like music to your ears than it does right here and now. 

It’s all for you.

You inhale deep, soaking in every bit of the moment as much as you can before it ends, and as you exhale just as deep, your shoulders sag with relief. It still feels surreal. 

The final notes of the anthem fade, and then you’re being handed a huge trophy by the literal Prince of Monaco, which is mindblowing in and of itself. You like to think you’re playing it cool, but you’re sure if you watch back anyone’s footage of the moment sometime later, you would probably see how not cool you were being. 

Nonetheless, the trophy is a welcome weight in your hands, and when you look down at it, all you can see in the sleek metal is a promise of things yet to come. The pride you feel is insurmountable—of yourself, of your team, of every little thing that has happened to bring you to this day, bad or good. Everything has led you here. 

You beam bright, hoisting it above your head proudly to the tune of hooting and hollering and whistling. 

It feels…well, the only word you can think of to explain how being up here feels is glorious. Even when you’re suddenly being blasted with champagne from all sides, you feel like you’re on top of the world. You can’t see a thing, but you don’t need to in order to know that you could get used to this. 

You don’t feel like you’re truly back down on the ground again until you make it back to the paddock. Natalie Pinkham from SkySports is waiting for you with a proud smile, waiting patiently as your media officer ushers you towards the group of cameras in the media pen. 

“Natalie, hi!” You greet her with a hug, having become extremely familiar and fond of the reporter in your few years of racing. There’s a reason why she’s a favorite amongst most of the grid. 

“Hi, Y/N! Thanks for taking the time to chat with myself and SkySports, I’m sure you’ve got a thousand things to do before calling it a day and going home. Or going to celebrate, maybe?” 

You bob your head, chuckling lightly. “Celebrating, definitely. Dunno what’s in the cards yet, but one of the many good things about Monaco is that afterwards I can sleep in my own bed for once.” 

“That definitely sounds like a win to me. Speaking of wins, massive congratulations on today! Now I have to ask, did anything feel different about the race or qualifying, or even any of the practices that made you think, ‘this is the weekend, today is my day’?”  

“The car’s felt amazing all weekend. Even though I wasn’t on pole, I still managed to move up in the race, and I think my pace was pretty good from the start today. Y’know, obviously nothing was perfect, there’s always bound to be a few hiccups here and there, a few unexpected things to come about at times when you don’t want them to, but overall?” You explain, letting your shoulders drop in a shrug. 

If you wrack your brain, there really hadn’t been anything that clued you into how this weekend would go. You were always confident in your own skills as a driver, but you’d been doing this long enough to know that most of it boiled down to luck, especially with a track like Monaco. 

“Overall I think things went nice and smooth this weekend. I’m not sure what could’ve made it different from other races, if I’m being completely honest, but I’m very happy with the way everything turned out in the end.” 

“Oh, you’re being modest now, aren’t you? Your first ever win, here of all places. You must be over the moon!” Natalie laughs. You chuckle too. That seems like an understatement. “Tell us a little bit about that. How does it feel to not only have that maiden win finally under your belt, but to also be the first female Formula 1 driver to win here at Monaco?” 

It’s a loaded question, of course. 

How does it feel to have beaten nineteen of the best drivers in the world? How do you feel about the highest point of your racing career so far? How does it feel to be amongst the names of all the greats who’ve driven and won this race in the past? 

You’re really not even sure where to begin, but for some reason, you laugh. Your emotions feel jumbled up right now, so much you can barely cobble together a well thought out answer to the question. 

“Sorry, I don’t—gah, I’m all over the place right now, I’m sorry,” You manage to say, taking a cleansing deep breath in an attempt to center yourself. Good thing she just nods encouragingly, giving you time to recompose. 

You can see Lando doing his own interview off to the side, talking animatedly with the biggest smile gracing his face, and you flash back to that moment on the track just a little while ago. The way he was so happy for you despite missing out on P1 himself by less than two seconds, how hard he’d hugged you as soon as you’d climbed down from your car. 

The way he looked at you right after he did, some foreign emotion lingering in his eyes that you couldn’t shake your thoughts free of. 

It’s as though he senses you looking at him, because he glances over at you, catching your gaze for a moment. He smiles even bigger, if at all possible, before turning back to his own reporter seamlessly. It makes you feel giddier inside by a tenfold, which definitely doesn’t help your focus. 

You manage to tear your attention away from him at last. You hope nobody’s noticed you looking at each other. “Okay. Alright, I’m good. Sorry again. I…I think for any driver, winning at Monaco is the dream, with all the history behind the track and—and the stories you hear. Um, it’s definitely always been a dream of mine, ever since I got into karting as a kid, so actually being able to make that dream come true is absolutely unreal to me.” 

You will yourself not to let your voice waver, on live television of all places. You kind of want to cry again (in the best possible way), but you steel yourself, keeping your head held high. This is your time. 

“This win is—above all, it’s extra special, especially since it’s my first win ever and because I’m the first female driver to win. It’s…truly, it’s such an honor. And to be racing among so many other talented drivers this season too, winning is certainly a high point. I think the rest of the season is looking up for Williams. Feels like this is only the start. I don’t really know what else to say other than that.” 

“You’re part of Monaco history now, congratulations again, Y/N. One more question and then I’ll let you get back to your celebrations,” Natalie replies, looking genuinely thrilled for you. That’s something you’ve always admired about her, the way she seems to really care about the people she’s interviewing, instead of rushing through things like you were just something to check off a list. You nod happily for her to continue. “What do you have to say to all those girls watching at home right now, watching you pave the way for future drivers, wanting to race in Formula 1 one day?” 

“I’d say exactly what my dad said to me before every one of my karting races. You’re strong, you’re determined, and you can do anything you put your mind to. Just work hard and keep the focus, but have fun too.” 

“Truly lovely advice from Monaco’s newest Grand Prix winner, thank you so much, Y/N. And congratulations again on the accomplishment! Very proud.” 

You thank her and give her another quick hug before you’re shown off towards another gaggle of reporters to answer their questions. These feel less daunting than the first, maybe because you now have somewhat of an idea of what to say, but you still need to keep things professional—no matter how much you want to shout from the rooftops. 

Maybe you’ll do that later, after you’ve been released from your media duties. 

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The club is so loud you can barely hear yourself think. 

You’ve shaken hands and taken pictures with so many people you begin to lose track of who’s who, though you also suspect that might be because of how many drinks you’ve had so far. But it is a celebration—a celebration for you, so really, who’s counting? 

“This is the best night of my life!” You exclaim, plopping down into the empty seat between Alex and Lando. Lily sits on the other side of her boyfriend, stifling a laugh at the state of you. 

“Having a good time?” She asks, reaching over Alex to pluck some confetti out of your hair. You beam at her brightly, nodding. “Good. You deserve to celebrate!” 

“I love you, Lil,” You sigh, squeezing her hand gratefully. “You’re my favorite person.” 

“Um, hello? I’m sitting right here, you know.” Alex sounds and looks genuinely offended, squinting at you in disbelief. You only smile guiltily. “Oh, that’s mean. You’re a mean drunk, did you know that?” 

Lando giggles loudly into his nearly empty glass, lips working the straw intently to get the last few drops out. 

Alex turns his attention on him, raising a brow. “Easy there, tiger. There’s nothing else in that poor glass.” 

“Whatever, dad,” Lando huffs drunkenly. He plonks the now empty glass onto the table with a pout. 

You let out a cackle at that, keeling over into Alex’s shoulder with the force of your laughter. “Dad! You’re an old man, Dad!” 

“I’m only four years older than you two,” He deadpans, seemingly unamused. 

“I’m getting another drink. Don’t miss me too much,” Lando announces to the general vicinity, clambering to his feet with a dangerous sway to him. 

You pop up from your seat too and he notices, holding out a hand for you to take. When you do, he pulls you in even more, tucking you under his arm so you won’t lose each other in the crowded club. 

Alex watches the two of you weave through people together, leaning towards Lily. “Hundred pounds says they’re going home with each other tonight.” 

She rolls her eyes playfully at her grinning boyfriend, scoffing. “You’re not getting my money that easily, Alex. Make it higher stakes next time.” 

Before you can make it to the bar, you tug at Lando’s hand gently to get his attention and he turns immediately, ducking in close so he can hear you over all the noise. “I need to use the toilet.” 

“Go. I’ll order for you.” He nods, giving you a gentle push towards the restrooms. You stumble a little, but right yourself quick, straightening out on your way. 

The corridor right outside the toilets is fairly quiet, and you slump against the wall to catch your breath. Fatigue is starting to set in at this point, the adrenaline from today fizzling out until you’re left feeling tired. You still haven’t quite come to terms with everything that’s happened today. 

You’re a fucking Grand Prix winner. A Formula 1 winner. 

It’s what you've dreamed of since you were a kid, something you’ve worked so hard and so tirelessly for. You’re still happy, of course, but there’s something else biting at you that rings louder in your subconscious. 

What the hell are you supposed to do now? 

The obvious answer is to do it again, and again, and again, until one day you have what it takes to be World Champion, but you're far away from that ever becoming a reality yet.  

What if this win was just a stroke of good luck? 

It’s a miracle you got past Max when you did, but really, it was the track that helped you keep your position. Monaco is notorious for making it near impossible to overtake the car in front of you. 

Had he been just a few inches over to the other side, you would’ve caught too much kerb, maybe even locked up right before the apex of the next turn. It could’ve ruined your entire race, but you got lucky. 

What if you can’t win any more races? What if this was the peak of your career and you’re destined to go downhill from here? What if you lose your seat? 

Tears slip down your cheeks before you even realize you’re crying, your pesky ability to overthink everything taking its toll once again. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes, letting out a frustrated groan. 

Now is not the fucking time to be second guessing yourself. 

“There you are!” Lando’s voice echoes from the end of the corridor, and you swear quietly, swiping at your cheeks to rid yourself of tear tracks before he reaches you. “I was starting to think you’d fallen into the—” His teasing remark dies on his lips the moment he lays eyes on you. Immediately, you know he can tell something’s off. “Why are you sad? What happened? Did someone do something?”

You shake your head through his bombardment of questions, squeezing your eyes shut with a heaving sigh. “Nothing happened, Lando. Everything’s fine.” 

“I’m sorry, but that’s a load of crap. You’re sat out here crying when you should be celebrating the biggest moment in your career, and you say everything’s fine, but those aren’t happy tears,” Lando insists. “You can talk to me. You know that. Let me help you with whatever’s wrong.” 

You open your eyes and he’s looking at you like he’s in pain, and suddenly you feel like your chest has cracked wide open. “What if the only reason I won today was because I got lucky?” 

“Don’t say that,” He says, shaking his head firmly. “C’mon, don’t talk like that. You’re being ridiculous, alright?” 

You scoff weakly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I thought you were here to help, not bully me.” 

“This isn’t bullying, this is tough love. I wish someone would’ve had this talk with me after Miami, ‘cause I went through the same headspace you’re going through right now. What if it’s just a one off, what if I can’t live up to the brand new expectations everyone else has for me now that I’ve won a race?” 

“So you know the feeling?” 

“Yeah, I do. But you’ve got to ignore it. Whatever you think you can’t do, push it down. Lock it away and throw out the key.” 

“But what if people are right? What if this is the best I can do?” 

“When has anyone ever been right about you?” Lando asks sharply. You feel a bit taken aback at the bluntness of his question, but you bite your tongue. He’s going somewhere with this, if you just wait. “They said you wouldn’t be able to get a seat on any team, you proved them wrong. They said you’d never make it in this sport, now look at what you’ve managed to do! You’ve won the most coveted race in history, and you’re the first female driver to do it. You’re constantly smashing glass ceilings, every single day, and if anyone ever says otherwise, they don’t know you. Not like your team knows you. Not like I know you.” 

If you think back all these years, even to the very beginning of your career, Lando has always been one of your fiercest supporters, always in your corner rooting for you. Even though you’re rivals on track, off the track he’s been a fantastic friend. You’re lucky to have someone like him. 

And now, as he stands here before you, looking at you with such unwavering support and admiration, you’re whisked back to the last time you were this close to each other, mere hours ago. The only difference is, you didn’t kiss him then, but now…

Your mouth is on Lando’s before your brain even registers the movement, but even then, you can’t bring yourself to pull back. Especially not when his hands come around your waist to steady you both.

You’re kissing him and he’s kissing you back, and it’s everything you’ve imagined it would be like despite it happening outside the bathrooms of a club. 

The weight of what you’re doing dawns on you a split second later. You jerk back, eyes wide as Lando’s mouth drops into a tiny, dazed oh. 

You let go of your grip on the front of his shirt, dropping your hands back down to your sides. You aren’t sure how you can even begin to explain this one. “I’m—fuck, Lan, I’m sorry. I didn’t—” 

Lando smothers your weak excuse of an apology with a searing kiss, only this time you’re the one caught by surprise when his tongue darts out, swiping over yours expertly. 

Fuck, he’s really good at this. 

He pulls away before you can think too much on it, blinking at you slowly. “I think—” He pants, licking his lips, “I think we should leave.” 

“Your place?” 

He nods quickly. “My place.” 

You drop by where you’d left Lily and Alex to let them know you’re leaving without letting them know why you’re leaving, but judging by the not-so-subtle back and forths their eyes do between Lando and yourself, it isn’t exactly a secret. 

The constant buzzing of your phone in your purse in the car taking you back to Lando’s place is most likely Lily wanting all the details as soon as possible. 

It feels as if you can’t keep your hands off each other as you stumble down the quiet corridor after Lando, fingers interlocked as he tugs you towards his apartment. 

Every so often, he stops in his tracks, turning around to capture your lips in a quick kiss before remembering where you’re going and forging ahead again. It seems like forever until you manage to get inside with the door shut behind you. 

You’re nudged up against the back of it by one of Lando’s hands splaying flat over your torso the moment the locks click shut, the other one bracing him next to your head as he leans in, kissing you fervently. It’s messy and rushed and frantic, but you’ve both waited way too long for each other to even give a fuck. 

You thread your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck, giving a testing tug at the curls. What you’re not expecting is the whine that escapes his mouth against yours, the ever so slight buckle of his knees that follows.

You freeze. 

It seems like he wasn’t expecting it either because he does the same, retreating just enough to gauge your reaction to his slip up.  

“That was cute,” You murmur, lips quirking into a smug smile. 

“Nuh uh. Not another word about it.” 

“I said it was cute!” 

“I don’t want you to think I’m cute right now, I want you to think I’m sexy.” 

“If it makes you feel any better, I do think that. Like that thing you always do with your tongue when you’re thinking? Hot.” 

“Yeah?” He hums, mouth lifting into an easy smirk. You roll your eyes at him. It’s so like Lando to be flustered one moment, but able to turn on the charm in a blink. But then he hooks his hands under your thighs and lifts you like you weigh nothing, and suddenly now you’re the flustered one. “You like that?” 

Your breath hitches in your chest, but you manage a nod. 

“Wanna see what else I can do with it?” 

-------

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the terrible pounding in your head. It feels like a hundred little people in your skull, banging little hammers everywhere like they’re making an attempt to escape. You want to lay in this bed and hibernate for the next three days, at least. 

The second thing you notice is that the bed you’re laying in is certainly not yours. Your duvet isn’t dark blue, and you don’t have a shelf full of helmets across the room. 

But you know who does. 

Slowly, you turn your head to the side. You pretty much already know who you’re going to see in the spot next to you, but it can’t hurt to check, right? 

The moment your gaze lands on a head full of dark curls smushed face first into the pillow and tanned skin, your suspicions are confirmed. You’re not wearing much of anything, and if you lift the duvet covering Lando, you’re sure you’ll find him in the same way. 

Everything that happened last night is starting to come back to you. 

Lando stirs right at that moment, a rather loud yawn accompanying the stretch of his long arms above his head as he rolls onto his back. 

“Hey,” You say hesitantly. Quietly. 

Apparently you aren’t quiet enough, because he startles easy, scrambling into an upright position and pulling the covers over his chest like he’s accidentally exposed himself. Once he realizes it’s you, though, he relaxes. 

“Hi,” He breathes, smiling. He seems to connect the dots about what happened at this moment, because he takes in the mess of clothes trailing from his bedroom door, then looks back at you with a furrowed brow. “So, last night…happened.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Okay. Do you—I mean, should we talk about it?” He lets the blankets pool back down at his waist, rubbing his eyes furiously to rid them of sleep. Your eyes skate over the marks littering his chest and neck, and it makes you think back to last night when your mouth was the one planting them there. 

“I’d kill for some breakfast first.” 

“I’ll make you something.” 

“Uh, no. The last time you cooked for me I had food poisoning for a week. I’ll handle the cooking, thank you very much.” 

Lando makes a face at you, lips screwed up into a pout. “I already said I was sorry, like, a million times! How was I meant to know the cream was expired?” 

“Expiration dates, Lando. That’s what expiration dates are for.” 

“Those are a suggestion.” 

“They’re really not,” You insist, to which Lando merely shrugs. “You’re so weird. D’you mind closing your eyes while I grab my clothes?” 

He snorts, chuckling. “Why? S’nothing I didn’t see last night.” 

“I know, but—whatever. Can you just look away?” 

“Yeah, fine. Just take my shirt though, it’ll be easier to put on.” He slaps a hand over his eyes, gesturing for you to go with the other. 

Inhaling a deep breath, you move quickly, scurrying across the room grabbing what you need before locking yourself in his en suite. 

Your hair is a mess, you’re fairly certain your breath is absolutely rank, and you’re on the verge of freaking out. Last night happened way faster than you were expecting it to, and you don’t regret it one bit, but now in the light of day and a fully sober state of mind, you’re not sure what to do next. 

But then you think about it a little more and quickly come to realize that whatever it is, whatever happens, you’re going through it together. 

You’ll cross that bridge together. 

Lando isn’t in bed anymore when you finally hype yourself up enough to reemerge, though the banging of cupboards coming from the kitchen is a clear indicator of where he’s gone. Always making such a racket, he is. 

As you work with what little food he has in the fridge (which to be honest, really isn’t much), he quietly makes two giant mugs of tea for you both. You decide eggs and toast are the safest bet. 

You’re already well attuned to where things are in this kitchen, so you don’t need much help finding what you need. Still, that doesn’t stop Lando from cozying right up behind you as you reach for something in the spice cupboard, one hand curling around your hip to thumb at the bare skin where your shirt has ridden up. 

It feels natural to accept the kiss he sneaks to the side of your neck where he’d nipped at last night, to lean back into his chest in the fleeting second his nose nuzzles in just below your ear. 

In no time, the two of you are scarfing down the food like you haven’t eaten in days. It isn’t until your plates are nearly empty that you look at each other again. 

“Are we—” 

“Do you think—” 

Both of you stop mid-sentence, giving each other matching sheepish smiles. You gesture for him to go first. 

“Is this—was this just a one off because we were drunk, or did last night mean something more?” He blurts, setting his fork down.

“What d’you want it to be?” You’re testing the waters now, putting out your feelers to see what Lando thinks of the situation. You know what you want, but whether or not he wants the same thing is a total unknown factor.

He blinks for a concerningly long amount of time, clears his throat before responding. “I want it to be whatever you want it to.” 

That doesn’t answer any of your questions. Great. 

“Same,” You decide, struggling to remain neutral. What you want to do is drag him in by the front of his jumper and kiss him again, but you’ll restrain yourself. 

“So…what would that be?” 

“Promise me no matter what, I won’t lose you.” 

“You won't. You could never lose me,” He says softly, reaching across the table to curl his fingers over yours. “Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. I know you’re thinking.” 

You gnaw on your lip in contemplation. Well, here goes nothing. 

“We’ve worked basically our entire lives to get where we are today.” 

He bobs his head in agreement. “Sure did.” 

“So it would be selfish of us to let anything get in the way. Distract us from the main priority.” 

“Mmhm.” 

“And you’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” 

Lando offers up a cheeky grin, tilting his head to one side. “Not one bit, no.” 

You roll your eyes at his sass, moving to take your plate to the sink. He intervenes before you can get far, easing the dish out of your hands in favor of intertwining your fingers. 

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious now, I promise,” He insists, nodding sharply. You raise a disbelieving brow. “Look, I’ve had feelings for you since we were nineteen and didn’t know what the hell we were doing outside of racing, and ever since then, I’ve waited for the day I finally got my head out of my arse and did something about it.” 

“Is today that day?” You ask softly, only partially teasing.

“Depends on if you feel the same way,” Lando says softly. “Do you?” 

“Am I a Formula 1 winner now?” 

The smile that stretches across his face grows big enough to make his eyes squint, and he nods enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah, you are.” 

“There’s your answer then.” You drape your arms over his shoulders, fingers linking around the back of his neck loosely. “I love you, Lan.” 

He surges forward right there and then instead of using his words, connecting your lips in a second. 

Yesterday’s kisses felt like zooming towards the checkered flag mere hundredths of a second at the front of the pack, putting everything you have into crossing the line first. Fighting tooth and nail for your points, clawing your way up to the top and digging in your heels so you stay there. 

Frantic, urgent, like you’re running out of time. 

Right now is a total juxtaposition to that rush of adrenaline. 

Right now, Lando kisses you like he has all the time in the world to do it. It’s slow and sweet and more like lazy mornings in bed on an off day. Of sunshine pouring through the curtains as you gradually wake up on your own time. No plans, no training, no work. Just peace. Not something you’re used to, but definitely something you’d love to do more. 

You’re both breathless when you break apart for air. 

Lando’s still smiling hard as he studies you, that dizzyingly gorgeous swirl of the blue and green in his eyes flitting all around your face like he can’t quite believe you’re real and in front of him right now. 

“I love you too,” He says happily, grinning even bigger as the words slip off his tongue. You’re beaming just the same, so big your cheeks are starting to ache a little bit, but you don’t care. 

Finally, after years and years of telling yourself it just wasn’t your time, you’ve got the two things you’ve wanted more than anything. You’ve got your first win, and you’ve got your first love. 

Both have been beyond worth the wait. 

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[itstheghostofmypast]

Sick Leave

Mafia AU Choi San x (f) Wife Reader

Summary: Listening to your boss is important. Listening to your colleague is important, and most of all, listening to your WIFE is VITAL.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort- tinge of fluff

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Gore, Torture, strong language.

Word Count: 2.3k

Read Time: 11 min

Rating: PG- 17

Networks: @k-labels

A/N: I was supposed to post something else first, but then I had the URGE to write something like this. I hope ya'll like it! It has the much needed girlboss vibes.

"Did you find it?" The old man, Mr.Byun as he had introduced himself, huffed out a puff of smoke, smirking when the woman tied to the chair infront of him coughed, clenching her eyes shut to decrease the burning.

"The longer you take to give us his location, the longer you'll have to wait here," the lewd man leaned closer, trying to get a better look at the pretty potential toy tied up in front of him, "Trust me, being secretary of the year won't be worth it- I can't control my boys for so long, ya know."

With a soft sigh you opened your eyes and leaned back a bit, eyes flickering from the fat ugly manwhore to the space behind him, trying to gather intel for future plans. Honestly it pissed you off how you had decided to work over time and then had the tough luck of being kidnapped, honestly, could this night get any worse- oh yes, you wore a skirt today. Of all the days to be sick, that bastard had to take a sick leave today, did he ever listen to you? No.

Did he listen to you when you were explaining the coloured filing system? No, that's exactly why you were working late, trying to fix the atomic mess of his files. Did he listen to you when you had urged he wore warmer clothes? No, because his 'big built' was enough to keep him warm. Did he take you seriously when you had seriously advised him about the security risks? No, he had not, because 'My boys will handle it'. At this point, you were sure that once you were out of this mess, you'd rough up not only that bastard but his 'boys' too.

"How long have I been here for?"

Your tone was firm, yet composed enough to tick off the man before you, as you continued to look past him- honestly, ugly things were not your suit, you had always leaned towards prettier, more useful things, lifestyle, people- a more elegant aesthetic as you had tried to explain to him and his boys once all of you had begun to work together- a partnership you had offered when a certain mountain had caught your interest, the night you had barged into your brother's private clinic, demanding the reason behind his absence for a family dinner-, 'One must look elegant during the toughest of times'.

"Aw, doll, if you tell us where to find that bastard I'd be happy to let you go-"

"Your lack of intellectual back up and poor set up seems to be wasting my time, I charge per minute," You cut him off, crossing a leg over the other, "It's disappointing how you assumed to be on the same level as, well, me." You nodded towards the right of the space you were currently in, "You're all sloppy, that door isn't even locked-"

A loud slap echoed across the warehouse, followed by the thump of his chair. He was furious, the stubby man, standing above you stared you down with a kind of hatred you were all too used to, as your eyes flickered to meet his- he looked like a constipated bull. God, you should stop spending time with Wooyoung.

"Listen up bitch," his fingers gripped your hair, your once neatly combed back bun being brutally ruined, oh God, you'd have to take a long bubble bath after this. The thought of him running his greasy fingers through your soft locks irked you, but your lips betrayed you, curling into a smirk, the tip of your tongue running over the cut on your freshly bruised lower lip, watching him continue his monologue.

"I don't know how much that bastard pays you or what he has on you but," his grip in your hair tightened, tugging you closer, your nose scrunching at the unpleasant odour- perhaps that was the last nail in the coffin.

A loud slash was heard, followed by the howl of the man who stumbled back, only for you to grip his collar and turn him around, kicking him behind the knee to have him topple over. A Cheshire like grin plastered on your face as you gripped the fowl thing by his hair, ensuring your nails dig into his skin, looking at all of his goons aiming at you.

"Sorry boys, but I don't like playing rough, especially with dirt," You shrugged, twirling the blade between your fingers, eyes flickering to the sound of a gun clock, the tip of your blade pinched the skin of the man who gasped, "You boys really should do your research."

Before anyone could react the doors burst open, and several gunshots echoed in the warehouse, you watched as one of the men ran towards you, only to be pulled back by his coat, you watched as he gasped up in horror at the sight of the man with blood dripping off his face, his extravagantly large fur coat hanging off his shoulders- no, no, this man did not come here in his pyjamas.

The supposed boss man watched in horror as the man they had been doing all of this for was busy abusing the assailant, stomping on his chest with no mercy, his knuckles digging into the fallen man's face before he picked him up by the collar, to get a better aim- he was going to do it. His signature, that's how you know this man had struck, each man in his team had a specific, blood curdling signature, a mark they'd leave behind. That's how you knew that Ateez was here, a general corporation, with the general capitalistic approach during the day, but a darker role during the night.

Kim Hongjoong would slice the corners of the lips, creating a joker like smile. Park Seonghwa was known to shoot right between the eyes. Out of all of them, he was the most merciful. Jeong Yunho, the sniper would shoot into one ear and out the other to kill, but his signature was his bursting bullet, one that he would intentionally shoot into a muscle and the bullet would burst releasing a painful toxin. Kang Yeosang's signature was equally gruesome, the beautiful Prince of a man would disfigure the face of his rivals, unlike the brute Song Mingi, who assumed his signature was unique, but as Jung Wooyoung claimed, 'busting knee caps ain't new, bro'. Which was an iconic statement to pass considering how he too would follow the similar route, but target the knuckles and the youngest, well, he just learnt from his big sister, one clean slice, though his splatter was nothing compared to the shower her slice was famous for, an ability that had their mountain of a man on his knees for her.

The loud crunch had the man recoil, only to wince when she poked his neck with the blade again, her grip on his hair tightening. He was waiting for his chance to overpower this sleazy secretary-

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO STAY IN BED!?"

Appalled at the tone, he glanced up at the woman who was glaring at the man before them, broad shoulders covered by the fur coat evidently slumping as he let go of the man with the punched in face-who was this woman?

"B-but I'm wearing something warm! I promise I took my medicine too before coming, and this coat is-"

"AND ARE YOU WEARING YOUR ANNIVERSARY GIFT?"

Anniversary? Wait, she was his wife?

"I am!" He smiled proudly, flailing it around, the dirt around him turning into a dust cloud, "My wife's so thoughtful! So smart and caring, this is the comfiest thing ever-"

"Too bad we'll have to burn it."

"Eh?"

Laughter broke out in the warehouse, a particular witch like cackle the loudest as Byun took this as an opportunity to escape. Pushing you backwards and turning to you, "YOU BITCH-"

San's eyes widened at the futile attempt of the pathetic man whom he pounced at, grabbing him by the back of his collar, holding him still, as his wife's arm flung in pure reflex, a slice so loud that all of them could feel her boiling anger, so much so that Mr.Choi who was holding the bleeding man forgot to let him go, holding him right infront of his wife- oh they were so going to get an earful afterwards.

What signed the deal was how you had managed to slice his neck, though he was facing you, and let's just say showering in a lowlife's blood is not how you wanted to end your Friday night. All of them stood there in horror, watching as you stood there, blood dripping off your face and onto your stained clothes, oh no- Choi San was a dead man and all of them knew that when they sprung into action once their boy dropped the body, stepping over it to run to his wife, "I am so sorry-"

Your raised hand stopped him in his tracks, only for him to crouch to his knees, beside you, and rubbed your back soothingly when you began to hurl out your dinner. Everyone around you runs around to clean up and prepare to evacuate.

"Here," Jongho, who was now standing beside his sister who was still vomiting, handed his brother in law a packet of wet wipes, knowing very well how she'd now have to go for a fullscreen checkup too, isn't she lucky her brother's a doctor?

"Thanks man," San mumbled, not taking his eyes off you for a second, he had been feeling guilty all night, and now he just felt worse than before, not only did his sick leave have you kidnapped, he had noticed the cut on your lip and the bruise on your soft cheek the moment he had arrived, but his brute ways had put you in more danger- his pretty, precious doll who loved cleanliness a bit too much, ironic how this was your choice of work.

His eyes softened when you stopped, gasping for air as you tilted your head up, flinching when you felt the cold, damp cotton of the wipe on your cheek, this better have been a disinfectant too. He gave you a gentle smile when you met his tender gaze, though his fingers were busy cleaning up your face and neck, "I'm sorry..." he whispered before slamming you into his chest, causing you to gasp at the force.

"S-stop it! You idiot! You'll get blood all over the coat!" You struggled against him, feeling his arms around you tightened, his hair tickling your face when he shook his head, burying his face in your neck, causing you to sigh. "You're sick... your immunity is already low. You didn't need to come with them tonight... I would've been fine, Sannie."

The man silently stood up, not before pulling you up in the process, only to toss you over his shoulder, ignoring your screech, and how you were hitting his back with your fists,"Let's go home." He declared ensuring to step on the face of the man who had led a poor husband who was on sick leave to come save his wife, who was technically his world- and world bank, the financer of Ateez, the person who, all of them could blindly rely on, especially Hongjoong, considering his management system was not the best before she had arrived.

The crunch caused her to slap his back, barking at him to let her go, only for him to playfully slap her bottom, giggling when he felt his wive scream, "I'LL BLOODY KILL YOU!"

Would you really, though? No, you'd just have him take you to the tub, let you enjoy a good soak, and knowing him, he'd dive into the tub like it was personal pool, either way you knew the rest would handle everything else, you trusted them with your life, you trusted him with your life. Especially when he gently let you down and sat you in the back seat, smiling at you like the goof he was behind closed doors, "I'd kiss you but I don't want you to get sick."

"I think we're way past that precaution, Mr.Choi."

He giggled at your response, pushing you further onto the seat as he closed the door behind him, the driver who was already on the other side of the partition began to drive as soon as he heard the door close, knowing not to disturb them.

.

Bonus:

Yeosang looked at the bodies and shook his head, "Eleven men to kidnap a single woman?" He mumbled before kicking a body, then glancing at Wooyoung, who was on his phone, "What are you doing?"

Wooyoung glanced up at him and snorted, "Maybe if you checked the group chat, you would've known."

Jongho snatched his phone and shoved it in his pocket, "Stop placing stupid bets, she's your boss, no?"

A static voice rang in their ear piece, "Oh please, you're not the one driving a hazardous couple," Yunho narrated, "I'm just saying, she's gonna be on sick leave for a day or two at this rate."

Mingi, who was staring at Byun's disfigured face, mumbled to himself, "Knowing how riled up San was, I wouldn't be surprised if she takes a maternity leave."

"Good God, shut up all of you!" An exasperated voice rang in their ears, "I am in no mood of this shit, hurry up, clean up so we can head back to the base, it's bad enough San's sick, we don't need her getting sick aswell!" Hongjoong who tossed an empty gun aside yelled as he walked out of the warehouse, followed by a collected Seonghwa who just shrugged, "Don't worry guys, he's just afraid our World Bank and perfectionist filer will be on sick leave for a while."

The gang collective laughed at their leader, who just groaned in response about to retort when they heard,

"San's asleep, and I heard all of you, expect to see a massive cut in this month's salary. Mrs.Choi out."

Oh, they really should have known better, Mrs.Choi wasn't the nicest when it came to the health of her precious Mr.Choi.

[ytmanzwhore]

Abbots Mini Me

Pairing: Jack Abbot x OFC (Ana Abbot); Pitt Characters x Abbot offspring (platonic)

Summary: A surprise guest in the Pitt reveals some truths to the newbies

Notes: god I’m obsessed with this show and this character and the whole TEAM…. And this trope has been done but this is my little twist :)

The time in between day shift and night shift in the Pitt is contained chaos. There is always crossover, residents, attendings, nurses; all sharing reports with the next crew, making sure the patients are taken care of and commiserating over the never ending stream of new people in the waiting room.

Abbot and Robby typically take their debrief on the roof, and to no one’s surprise it usually involves one talking the other down (and not always the same one). This particular evening, a ball of chaos made its way into PTMC with a shy smile, totally disregarding the gurney she was riding on.

“Stella?” Ellis said loudly as soon as she spotted the blonde being wheeled in, rushing over. It seemed like half the ER ground to the halt at the name, Dana and Bridget both stopping their own hand over to rush over to the gurney and paramedics.

“Passed out on campus at Pitt,” the paramedic read off. “Vitals are unsteady, pupils lagging, potential concussion.”

“Oh no,” Dana said quietly as she ushered them to a room. “Honey did you call-“

“Yep from the bus,” Stella smiled serenely. “I told them I was fine. I didn’t even-“

“Yes you did,” a voice piped in. The room turned to the blonde male in the door. “You hit your head. You definitely lost consciousness. You-“

“Damien,” Stella hissed as the group got her moved over to the bed. “Leave it. I don’t want to make a scene.”

“Too late for that,” Bridget whispered as she watched Dana head to the roof. The nurse went ahead and began getting Stella hooked up to the machines. “Damien, do you want to head to the staff room?”

“I’ll get a cookie,” the boy grunted as he turned around, almost mowing down the group of curious newbies at the door. “Can I help you?”

Javadi, Mel and Whitaker practically leapt out of his way while Santos gave him the stink eye. Damien was unphased, walking down the hall and waving to Matteo and Jesse as he went.

“Who was that asshole?” Santos asked as she stepped into the exam room, eyeing the bed before determining there was nothing exciting happening.

“My brother,” Stella smiled, barely flinching as Bridget set up her IV. “He’s an asshole, but he’s a little freaked too.”

“You think that was freaked?” Bridget laughed. “Just wait.”

“Is she like, a vip?” Javadi whispered as Mohan joined the group at the door.

“Oh no,” Mohan groaned as she saw who was in the bed. “Do I have time to leave?”

“Nope!” Dana called out as she exited the elevator at a slow stroll, a stormy faced attending speeding past her, beelining to the room everyone was hovering around.

“Move,” Abbot grunted as he pushed through the group, heading right for the side of the bed. “Stell- you ok?”

“I’m ok,” she smiled softly up at the stern faced man. “Just a little-“

“Dehydrated, not sleeping, and eating bad?” Robby interjected, looking at the chart and the notes from the paramedics. “Finals week?”

“I promise I’m taking care of myself!” Stella defended, looking between the two men while the newbies looked on in confusion. “It’s just been a long few weeks-“

“Where’s your-"

"Here," Langdon said with a laugh as he rounded the corner with Damien under his arm sipping on a coffee. "He was super charging the coffee pot again."

"I swear I can't take you anywhere," Abbot grumbled with a lack of heat as he turned to Bridget. "Run her some fluids, schedule a CT and give her a Vitamin pack-"

"Where is she?" A voice said loudly from the center station, turning every head. "I swear on my life if someone doesn't-"

"Mom chill," Damien called out with an eye roll. "She's in here."

"You two are going to be the death of me," a woman said exasperatedly. The new doctors all watched as a beutiful woman entered the hall, clearly in a work from home outfit consisting of PJ pants and a satin top, complete with slippers. She carried a toddler on one hip, and a diaper bag on the other shoulder with a laptop sticking out.

"You raised us like this," Damien shrugged, ducking the womans hand as it came out to snag his ear as she walked by.

"Hi mama," Stella smiled sweetly. "How are you? You look beautiful."

"Don't you sweet talk me," the woman didn't break her stride as she entered the room, shoved the grinning toddler at Robby and glared at Abbot. "What is the diagnosis?"

"Dehydration, low vitamins," Robby repeated, bobbing up and down as he cuddled the toddler who was already uninspired by his surroundings. "Too much coffee, not enough sleep-."

"Stella," the woman sighed heavily. "You promised. You stared your father in the face and lie-"

"Hey," Abbot threw his hands up. "Why does that sound like a accusation?"

"Look at me," she hissed, glaring at Jack as the newbies really began thinking they were in the twilight zone. "Does it look like the time to test me?"

"No honey," Abbot back tracked, reaching over to softly pull her into his side. "Take a breath, she's fine. Right in front of you."

"You taught her that military precision," the woman almost wailed. "She's your mini me. What happened? She can't even take on your habits of surviving on supplements."

"We'll work on it," Jack soothed as Dana peeked over the newbies shoulders.

"These are the Abbots," Dana took pity. "Stella and Damien and Noah."

"Thats an age difference," Santos said without thinking, freezing as multiple heads turned to her slowly.

"Oh, he's our chosen dad," Damien piped in. "Sperm donor sucked, Dad didn't, we chose him and he chose to stick around. So theres Noah."

"Damien, you make it sound like an epsiode of Jerry Springer," Ana Abbot sighed as she closed her eyes to block out the migraine she felt building.

"Shouldn't have had a newborn when your oldest were going to college," Damien said with a shit eatting grin. "Not great for your health."

[mahalkitamully]

love is love 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

: dom ! ellie williams x fem ! reader oneshot !

CONTENT WARNING: very freaky near the end

INCLUDES !! dom Ellie, fingering, praise and comfort, teasing, begging, pet names (good girl, baby, mama, basic ones ik)

TW: religious guilt LMAO

summary: reader's feeling religious guilt for liking Ellie, and Ellie comforts her!! (oh she gonna comfort her another away alr..)

this is definitely more self indulgent, but I hope those struggling out there with me feel comforted a little bit :3 this is also kinda inspired by that one scene in "but I'm a cheerleader" where Megan and Graham are getting super touchy and stuff !!

again I don't proofread my writing before posting so i'm sorry if it's buns </3

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Ellie was never religious. she hoped there would be something up there, a reason why life was going shit but she gave up. you on the other hand, grew up in a religious household. as much as you loved God, you felt a strange attraction to girls. you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help it. girls and their pretty lips, their eyes, ..boobsー fuck, girls are just so pretty.

which led to your current state with your friend Ellie Williams. you and her had been oddly close, your parents letting her sleep over every now and then. they just had to never find out she was gay. easy enough! you and Ellie were watching a movie downstairs in the living room, your parents already asleep. every stolen glance, scooting closer, and legs brushing that happened made your heart stutter. you didn't want to admit it, it felt wrong, but you were falling in love. with a girl. and you were falling hard.

you still had to keep calm, pretend nothing was wrong. you used that to your advantage, I mean- you got to cuddle close and yeah she'd get flustered but you got away with it. it was nice having her move your hair out the way so she could lean against your shoulder. you felt guilty using this, both because Ellie didn't know you were like this because you needed her as close to you as possible, but also because God was watching. right now. seeing you cuddle up to a girl you were thinking about so pervertedly.

here you were, sitting on her lap as she held her arms around your waist, holding you closely. her breath warm against your ear "Ellie I've been thinking.." you started, the movie playing as Ellie hummed. "God would get mad if I like girls y'know?" you continued, as Ellie chuckled. "so I've heard?"

"but- I think-" you stammered, growing embarrassed. your heart raced admitting it out loud. you turned around, wanting to look her in the eyes when you said it.. even though you didn't and ended up just looking everywhere but Ellie. "there's a really pretty girl and honestly I don't know what to do anymore because she's so so gorgeous and I wanna kiss her so bad but I can't because I'm scared God will hate me or my parents will hate me or-" you rambled on and on.

Ellie was taken aback, your sudden confession both exciting and worrying her. she waited for you to finish, before finally speaking up, her voice a little shaky.

"well.. what from what i know, God made love right?"

"right"

"then.. I think people should love who they want. you cant help who you love."

"but it says-"

"yes I know it says homosexuality is a sin but, you just can't help it. like- your crush on this girl- who even is it-??"

"..just keep telling me your advice" you changed the topic, turning red.

"fine fine.. but, love is love y'know? you will love whoever, and your heart can't help that."

you took her words in, basically straddling her lap before you hugged her tightly, your hands gripping the back of her shirt tightly. "...I think I like you." you finally blurted out, as Ellie's eyes widened, her cheeks red. "well shit.. I.. I like you too."

the movie was playing, but so were you two. what started off as a gentle kiss led to her on top of you, her knee propped and grinding your clothed sex as her hands gently trailed your body, feeling the skin under her finger tips. her kiss muffled your whimpers, your hips grinding against her knee for any kind of friction, before wanting more. you pawed at her shirt, your eyes teary as you whimpered out.

"please Ellie.."

"please what?" she tilted her head teasingly, her knee applying more pressure as you whined out.

"...I- I- want your fingers inside me.." you stuttered out as she smiled, chuckling breathlessly

"shit.. good girl.." she whispered, her fingertips slowly traveling down your chest, to your stomach, before slowly slipping into your panties, your breath hitching as her fingers circled your slit. she watched your face, seeing your brows knit together as you desperately tried to push it inside, your hips angling against her fingers. she kissed your neck, shushing you softly. "shhh.. just wait mama..."

after a few minutes of relentless teasing, she finally spoke, smiling softly. " 'ma put it in now baby.." she whispered as you nodded enthusiastically, your stomach flipping. she slowly slipped a finger inside, her lips parting in awe as you moaned softly.

her finger pumped in and out, her other hand resting on your hip. "feels good?" she whispered as you nodded. you had fingered yourself before, but having Ellie do it had your pussy stammering. her thumb went up and found your clit, circling it gently. "e- el- add- els.." you whimpered breathlessly, a smirk slowly appearing on Ellie's face. "hm? what's up mama.. use your words?"

"I.. ha.. another finger.. please.." you begged, as she smiled. "good girl.. using your manners so well." she pumped another finger inside, curling her fingers upward to hit your g-spot. as you let a slightly louder moan slip, she gently covered your mouth with her other hand. "shhh mama.. we can't have your parents find out.."

you felt your walls tighten around her fingers, gripping her tightly. "you're close? it's fine baby, I'm here mama.. don't worry I'm here.." she urged, keeping her pace as she thrusted her fingers in and out rhythmically.

she kept her hand over your mouth, her lips and tongue trailing your neck, her fingers thrusting in and out as your eyes rolled back, your thighs trembling as you came on her fingers. you leaned your head back on the couch, your breath heavy as she licked your slick off her fingers.

the two of you cleaned up and laid together on the couch, holding each other tightly. yeah. you loved loving this girl.

even after this I'm terrified of liking a girl. I'm so cooked. shes so pretty.

[rosenclaws]

omg i love you head cannons a lot!! im actually thinking about logan being a dad to ur child?? i mean what is he like about a toddler.. does he even play with them (like lifting them up or making their child be on a cardboard box while he pushes it like the speed of a car???) 😣

DAD LOGAN DAD LOGAN YES

Origins Logan -

Oh man he would be the cutest father. He loves coming home from work and seeing you and his kid waiting for him. You're outside reading while your kid plays in the yard and logan rolls up and he just smiles when his son runs up to him and starts blabbing about his day. Okay I am a girl dad Logan truth BUT for some reason I think origins Logan would have a son. Idk why. His kid would be a mini me, dressing like Logan and wanting to be just like his dad. It's soo freaking cute. Oo I can imagine that Logan brings your kid to work one day and Logan is a caring father and carries him around but he's still Logan so he's like yeah I'll give my kid an axe what could go wrong. Its just a lot of cuteness overload tbh.

Trilogy Logan -

He swears up and down he's not good with kids but he's really a natural. There's a reason he's one of the kids favorite professors. Now this Logan has a baby girl. He's still the big bad wolverine but now he's got his little red who has him wrapped around her little fingers. Like he's a tough "i don't fucking care" grader and lets the students do stupid shit in the danger room and then he sees his little girl and scoops her up in his arms and lets her watch. He'll point at like an injured student and ask her if she knows what an open wound is. Like Logan she's 5 chill out. She's like his little shadow. Its really cute but sometimes he does wanna smoke and he can't do that around her so he just picks her up and hands her to Aunt Ro for a second. He can have a temper but tries not to ever get mad at her. But she has seen him angry at someone else and one time she scowled and copied Logan while he was being snarky with Scott and oh my god her face scrunched up just like his and Logan forgot what he was even mad about in the first place as he coos at his baby girl.

DOFP Logan -

He's the best dad omg. He's teaching a history lesson when his little girl walks into the room, she's peaking her head into the door because she wants to watch her dad work. You're standing behind her and whispering for her to be quiet. Of course he notices, he heard you before you could even walk down the hall. He stops his lesson to bring his baby girl into the classroom and spends the rest his class with her on his hip teaching his class. The students loveeee her. She's basically their niece. Logan is hesitant to let them babysit or watch over her but he will let her sit in Jubilee's lap during class. He is the kind of dad to toss her up into the air super high to make her laugh and makes you incredibly nervous. He's the best damn dad and you'll see him grading papers with her asleep on his shoulder. It's just so fucking cute.

Old Man Logan -

He's pretty out of his depth here but he tries. I think he's not super affectionate at times because he's just so nervous. He's also a girl dad I don't make the rules. Like he loves her and will always take care of her but when she's crying he gets so worried that he lets you handle that. He's there but he's just so afraid. I think the breakthrough comes when you're out with Laura for a girls trip (you know making sure she knows you don't love her any less) and he's watching his girl when she just starts crying, like sobbing crying. She fell and hit her chin really hard and without thinking logan picks her up and hugs her tight, his big rough hands gently checking out her chin and making sure she's not seriously hurt. She just melts right into his embrace and seeks his comfort. She's not afraid of him. You come home to her curled up on his chest watching some disney movie. He cracks a smile and you feel your heart overflow with happiness. Laura sits next to him and you sit on the other side. Old Man Logan is kind of a hardass but he shows his love in other ways. Like your daughter will say she doesn't want to eat her veggies and logan just says tough shit but lets her leave after just eating one and he if she asks for a new stuffed animal Logan says no but comes home with a cute bear.

Worst Logan -

He's a natural and he doesn't even realize it. He has the same worries and doubts as Old man logan but he's more affectionate. Also a girl dad idc. He's constantly holding her low key or around her. He refuses to ever let Wade babysit. Fuck no. He covers her ears when Wade says something vulgar or swears and he threatens to turn him into a kabob. He is afraid of scaring her with his nightmares or just lashing out because and saying something horrible to her but his natural paternal instincts come out in full force. Oh loves putting her on his shoulders and pretending to drop her. She clings onto him like a koala. He's not great with the more emotional moments so he tends to leave those to you. But if he does know in the back of his mind that he has three claws ready for whatever poor soul decides to try and date his daughter. Part of his new life becoming a dad and he does everything he can do be good at it. He may falter in some places, arguments or being too protective but its all from a place of love and they always make up by the end of the day.

[manari-archives]

things I wish you said | LN4

When I saw you cry, I didn't handle it well Without you here I don't know what to do with myself I hope you know it scared me to death The night that your sister said that you got in an accident

pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

warnings: alludes to a sexual relationship, a crash, hospitals

word count: 1k

note: IM BACK AFTER ALMOST 2 YEARS, this is probably the last part of the emails I can't sent series I'm gonna write, sorry </3. again this isn't based on the entire song, just a couple of lines. also english isn't my first language and this hasnt been proofread yet, so any corrections feel free to let me know and any feedback is welcome :)

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Lando Norris sat alone in his car, staring blankly at the empty street ahead. The hum of the engine was barely audible over the ache in his chest. His fingers clenched the steering wheel as memories of Y/N flooded his mind.

They’d been here once right here in this exact car. That night was supposed to be the beginning of something more, but instead, it became the moment everything slipped away.

“Lando,” Y/N had whispered back then, her voice unsure, “is there something you want to say?”

He hadn’t responded. The words had burned his tongue, begging to be released, but his fear had silenced him. Instead, he’d reached out and placed a trembling hand on her leg, hoping she'd somehow understand.

But she didn’t.

And how could she?

The silence between them had stretched on, heavy and painful, until she pulled her coat tighter around herself and looked away.

“You know I can’t read your mind, right?” she finally said, her voice laced with sadness.

But still, he said nothing.

Now alone in the quiet of his car, Lando winced at the memory.

“I was such a coward” he muttered to himself, slamming the steering wheel. “You were right there, and I let you go.”

Every corner he turned, every flickering neon sign, brought her face back to him. The way her eyes lit up when he joked, the way she got his humor when others thought he was just cold or sarcastic.

No one understood him like she did.

Back then, when she had broken down in front of him crying, vulnerable, real, he hadn’t known what to do.

“I don’t know why I’m like this,” she sobbed, wiping her face as she sat curled on his couch.

“You’re not broken,” he’d whispered, heart pounding in his chest, “you’re just... feeling things I don’t know how to fix.”

Instead of holding her, he had shut down. Instead of comforting her, he froze.

And that was the beginning of the end.

The shrill ring of his phone snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Hello?” he answered, voice rough.

“Lando, it’s me,” came the shaky voice of Y/N’s sister. “She’s been in an accident. A car hit her. It’s... bad.”

Everything else became a blur.

At the hospital, Lando paced the hallway, hands trembling.

“What happened?” he asked, almost breathless.

“It was some drunk driver,” her sister replied through tears. He didn’t wait, he pushed through the doors and into the room.

Seeing her pale, bandaged, broken tore the air from his lungs. “Oh God, Y/N...” he whispered, approaching her bed. He reached out and held her hand, cold and unmoving in his.

“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking, “you have to wake up. I need to say what I never said.”

When she finally opened her eyes, days later, he was still there.

“Lando?” she rasped.

“I’m here,” he choked out.

She blinked slowly, her voice weak. “Why?”

“Because I should’ve never left you in the first place.” He leaned forward, tightening his grip on her hand. “I was afraid, Y/N. Of what you made me feel. So I hid. I said nothing when I should have said everything.”

She looked away.

“I remember that night in your car,” she murmured. “You didn’t say a word.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But I wanted to. I wanted to tell you I loved you. That I was falling for you and it terrified me.”

“And when I cried... you disappeared.”

“I didn’t know how to comfort you. I was so afraid of doing it wrong that I did nothing. But not anymore. I’m done running from my feelings.”

She closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“I don’t know if I can just forget all of that.”

“You don’t have to,” he said quickly. “I don’t expect that. But I’m here now. And I’ll prove it to you, every day, for as long as it takes.”

Weeks later, the air between them was lighter, but still cautious.

“You always leave the milk out,” she teased one morning as he handed her tea.

Lando grinned. “Old habits. I’m a changed man, but not that changed.”

“You’re working on it.”

“I am.” He grew serious for a moment. “And I want to be better. For you.”

She looked up at him, eyes soft.

“You’re getting there.”

Months passed, and slowly, carefully, they built something new.

“I missed this,” she said one night as they sat on the same couch she’d once cried on.

“Me too,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. “But I’m not going to miss any more chances.”

[cyberteez]

pretty series pt.2 - a warm mouth

pairing ⋆ p.seonghwa x afab!reader

genre ⋆ smut, angst

wc ⋆ 1.9k

summary ⋆ when money is tight and rent is short, you and your partner turn to posting adult content online.

warnings ⋆ reader has anxiety, fellatio, brief thigh riding, reader is called a cock sleeve, top!seonghwa, bottom!reader, lmk if i forgot anything

networks ⋆ @illusionnet @cromernet @pirateeznet

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When you wake the next morning, you've maybe ten views on your video. Sadness pools in your gut, but Seonghwa gives you reassuring pats on the back, reminding you these things take time and that you both won't become an overnight sensation.

It's a weird feeling; going to work and pretending that you didn't post you and Seonghwa fucking for anyone to see. You smile and greet your peers, work diligently, then come home as if it were any other day. A weird sense of glee fills you, knowing that none of them know what you're up to. Yet another feeling, that of shame, consumes you. Why did you have to sell your body to make ends meet? It follows you for a week.

After taking your shoes off and hanging your jacket up, you make your way to the kitchen island, resting your hip against the counter and aimlessly scrolling on your phone. You wait for your partner, avoiding the website and sticking to instagram and other social media to catch up with your friends.

Seonghwa arrived home shortly thereafter, wrapping you in a hug that soothes your nerves. With a kiss pressed to the crown of your head, he leaves you to freshen up and start on dinner. You mull around in your thoughts while he does so, the anxieties creeping back in. You almost don't want to check the view count, but it's been a week and you haven't brought it up to your partner at all. When he returns you ask, "have you looked at the views lately?"

He shakes his head. "Wasn't sure if you wanted to look together."

A small sigh filled with relief leaves you. He doesn't know either. Good. You can both be disappointed at the same time.

Dinner passes by quickly and you fill the air with chatter about your days and what projects you've each worked on. Friday is coming to a close with the pair of you on the couch, a random tv show playing in the background while you both sit on your phones, avoiding the elephant in the room.

"Should we check?" He fills the otherwise quiet apartment.

"I'm scared," you admit, putting your phone down to wrap your arms around yourself. His hand smoothes over your back, pulling you into his side.

"Well, we need to check eventually. We're going to put out another video, no?"

You nod quietly, letting him open the website on his phone. He's silent for a few beats before shoving the phone in your face.

"A couple hundred views! That's great!" His enthusiasm bleeds into you, a flighty feeling overcoming your senses.

Your mouth hangs out in shock before murmuring, "that's more than I ever expected."

"Let's read the comments."

You groan, "let's not."

"There's only a few. Oh, like this one: 'cute pussy'" Your face burns.

"Oh god, Seonghwa, stop it. I don't wanna hear that!"

"It's true, though," he sends a wink your way while you bury your face in your hands. "How about this: 'need to see more of those tits."

"Seonghwa!" You cry, swatting at his arm while he giggles incessantly.

"We are definitely making more content," he muses, humming as he scrolls through the site.

"Oh yea, do I have a say?" You fire half-heartedly.

"Oh my gods, of course, pretty. Do you not want to?"

His head whips towards you, hands flying up as he realizes what he said. It's your turn to break into a fit of giggles, leaning towards him to press a kiss to his lips.

"Of course we can, silly. I'm just teasing." You smile, "do you like seeing others comment those types of things?"

"No…" he begins, "I like knowing you're all mine and they can't have any of you, though."

You shake your head, patting his thigh before standing.

"Well okay, silly, I'm going to bed. Maybe we can record something tomorrow."

"How 'bout now? Maybe we could practice?"

"Seonghwa, if you touch me I'm biting you."

"Will you, please?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Saturdays are one of your favorite days. You don't have to go to work that day, and you don't have to go to work the next day. A whole day of nothing. You couldn't ask for anything better… except maybe your lover's cock shoved down your throat while we works from home. You sat so obediently between his legs, mouth closed around his half hard length while he typed away at his keyboard.

"Come on, pretty, you can take me a little deeper, can't you? I'm not even fully hard," Seonghwa encourages, pulling your jaw closer to his pelvis.

Breath pushes from your nose across his waist, goosebumps raising from the cold.

"This could be content, no? We don't always have to have sex," he says after a while. It just slips out, he didn't truly mean it, but when you suck in more of his length and bat your eyelashes at him so lovingly he scrambles to grab the camera and mask on his desk.

His half hard length begins to stiffen, filling more of you mouth and making it difficult to keep inside. You sputter a bit on his length, backing up a bit, but still suckling on the amount left inside. Gentle motions around your face secure the mask in place, your hair covering the strap that holds it to you. He then pets your hair, clicking the camera on and adjusting the angle to capture your blushing face.

"Been so good for me today, haven't you, pretty?" He muses, "keeping me warm while I work. Do you enjoy being on your knees for me?"

A whimper escapes your throat in response, sucking in more of his length but staying still, waiting for him to guide you.

"Were you planning to stay like this all day? My cock heavy in your mouth while you do nothing else? You're just like a pet, aren't you? So obedient…"

The hand that cards through your hair pulls at the back of your neck, forcing you to take in more of his length. You gag around it, eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears. Your tongue laps at the underside of his length, providing stimulation but otherwise not moving.

"You're just a cock-sleeve, aren't you?"

You've never heard him call you that before, but you can't say you're upset. You moan around his member, vibrations causing a groan to leave your lover. Seonghwa guides you through the blow job, one hand pushing and pulling at the pace he wants while he whispers dirty words into the camera that captures your face. You do nothing else but satisfy him, hands secured neatly around your legs.

"Such a good princess. You aren't even touching yourself," he praises, "what happened to my brat?"

You blink slowly at him in response. Whines erupt from your throat as he speeds up your motions, hips bucking into your mouth. You respond in tandem, allowing him to abuse your throat as he chases his climax. Small whimpers travel from his mouth straight to your cunt as it clenches around nothing. His seed pours down the back of your throat and you gulp it down eagerly, not letting any spill past your lips. When the aftershocks leave him, Seonghwa pulls open your mouth, showing the camera you swallowed it all, pressing neatly on your tongue and sliding all the way to your lips.

"Good girl."

When the camera turns off, he pulls you into his lap. You grind against his softening length, eyes pleading for some relief.

"I can't fuck you properly like this, pretty." Adjusting your potion so you sit on his thigh, he leans in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you invite him inside your mouth. If he tastes himself, he makes no indication or noise of disgust, instead sucking on your tongue and lapping at the inside of your mouth. His hands grip your ass cheeks, dragging your cunt across his thigh to provide some relief.

"Agh, Seonghwa, fuck," you whimper into his neck, fingers clawing into his shoulders as your clit rubs against the meat of his thighs. He tenses the muscles, allowing you to set the pace as you grind against him. Pleas fall from your lips as you draw near your climax, already so worked up from before.

When you do fall apart, your lover holds you closely to him, peppering kisses along your throat, shushing the cries that spill from your lips. He wastes no time in laying you in your shared bed, pulling the covers over your sleepy figure. You watch as he retreats to the desk, opening the video you just captured. You don't remember falling asleep, but when you wake later, the room is dark. The bed is empty and cold on his side. You notice you're wearing different pajamas than the ones you fell asleep in. These ones are softer and much warmer, covering your legs and arms completely.

Noise comes from the dimly lit tv as you creep from the bedroom to the living room. He sits with his chin resting against his hand, head falling forward every couple of seconds. You stifle a giggle as you come up behind him, hands smoothing over his shoulders. He wakes with a start, turning around to see you waiting for him.

"Hi, pretty. Why'd you get out of bed?" He asks, voice gravelly and slow.

"Why aren't you in bed?" You counter.

"Touché." The tv clicks off as he stands, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bed. "Let's just go to sleep, huh, baby?"

You both crawl under the covers, letting him pull you into his side. His breathing deepens a minute later and you sigh. How he falls asleep so easily beats you. You could never. The last thing you think of is how you hope this video does better than the last, then sleep overtakes you.

The next morning, you waste no time in pulling out your phone and checking the views on the video. There's less than a hundred, but your previous video has gained more traction. It rests just below one thousand and a giddy feeling pulls you from the bed with ease.

"Seonghwa!" You call out. "Babe, we're just under a thousand views on our first video."

His gaze follows your figure as you make your way around the counter, embracing him and burying your face in his chest.

One of his hands rests between your shoulder blades, pulling you in tighter as he takes a sip from his mug.

"See, there's nothing to worry about. We're doing a great job. You're doing a great job," he emphasizes. Butterflies erupt in your tummy, tilting your head back to peer into his eyes.

"No, you're doing a great job." You smile and he reciprocates, rubbing small circles where he holds you.

"Should we do anything today?"

"Can we just relax again?"

"You always want to 'just' relax," he replies, setting the mug against the counter. "Let's go on a date."

"With what money?"

A pregnant pause fills the room.

"We don't need to spend money to consider it a date. What if we just took a walk around the park?"

You nod, a sigh leaving your lips. "I guess you're right. Shall we go get ready?"

"Yeah."

© cyberteez 2025

[nebrasska-alasska]

OH MY GOD YOURE GETTING A SHADOW TATTOO???? ALSO AMAZING CHAPTER THE WAY THAT I SCREAMED WITH EVERY BIT OF SONICS REVELATION AAAAAACH

OMG YESSSSSSSSS I'm going to get him tattooed on the bottom of my foot this Sunday and I already know it's going to blow chunks... the people at the tattoo parlor literally laughed in my face during the consult and it was kind of deserved BAHAHAHAHAHA and before people tell me that it is going to wear off over time, that is kind of the point XD I love Shadow, but not enough to get him somewhere permanent and super visible HAHA

But yes I can't wait to share photos in less than week! Given that it actually goes well trolololololol

(AND YIPPEE I'm so happy you liked the new chapter! Thank you!!!)

[yoiisa]

NO BC BACHIRA WOULD BE SO CUTE WITH A CHUBBY READER!!!!!!

Like there's a panel of him offering his caramel latte or drink to Isagi and just...

He would offer from his food to his S/O and enjoy their face lit up as the flavours reach their taste buds.

The complete look of adoration he would give them!!!!!

I KNOW I KNOW!! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

➜ i honestly think that bachira meguru would be one of the best bfs in all of blue lock. he'd be super loyal and funny and caring ➜ and one of the ways he'd take care of you would be through feeding you ➜ he loves all of you after all and the more you eat the more there is to love, so catch this man constantly telling you to try his food as well ➜ even if you don't even ask for it, he's shoving his ice cream or parfaits or fries in your face, insisting that you have a bite

"Is it good?" he asks. "Isagi mentioned this place to me while we were still in Blue Lock, but I've never been here before." You smile as you like your ice cream. "Mhm! Their coffee flavor is really good. It's not too bitter or anything!" Bachira looks over at you, and he freezes for a second, taking in the way your cheeks pudge and turn pink when you smile. You're an actual angel. There's no way someone this pretty is real and dating him, no way. And yet, he's holding your hand and he just bought you that ice cream. He wants to go back and buy you the whole store. He looks down at his own cone, his chocolate ice cream slightly dented from the licks he's already taken. He turns slightly and holds the sweet treat out to you. "Here, have some." "What?" you laugh and shake your head. "No, Meguru, I can't do that. You've barely eaten anything at all. Besides I have this, I'm good." "I want you to try mine," he pouts. "I wanna know if you like it." If you like me every part of me, he thinks, even my ice cream order. You sigh and take a small lick. The fudgy flavor explodes in your mouth and you moan in delight. "This one's good too! Oh my god, where did Isagi find this place?" Bachira smiles and kisses your cheek. "I don't know, but I'm glad he did." He loves seeing you smile.

➜ he also loves seeing you get all dolled up ➜ bachira will sit like a patient puppy as you do your makeup and get dressed and when you're done, he will give you no less than a million compliments ➜ you know that one clip from fruits basket where tohru just orbits around Kyo after the time skip? yeah, that's him ➜ he's very careful to not touch your or kiss you in such a way that will ruin your look, but he's all for you kissing him! ➜ make sure you leave a cute little lip stain on his cheek before you go! ➜ also, wear something that shows off your bod a little. he loves seeing the way cotton/satin/silk/velvet/whatever else clothes are made out of hug your curves

Bachira leaves the top button on his shirt open, allowing his collar and neck some breathing room. He hates wearing shirts with necks that are too tight, he feels like it's choking him a lot of the time. When he's done he grabs a tux jacket and shrugs it onto himself, before making his way to the bathroom to check on you. "Baby~" he coos, "you almost rea-" His voice dies in his throat as he catches sight of you. Your makeup is all done, sweet red lips, sparkly eyeshadow, long lashes, blush that compliments your complexion perfectly- Wait, is his heart still beating? No, it's definitely not, especially when his eyes drag down the rest of your body. Golden satin hugs your body, accentuating your hips and breasts and curves and just so . . . WOMAN. He almost falls to his knees right then and there. You have about a third of your hair left to straighten when he comes in. You smile and say, "Hi. Almost done. How do I look so far." There are no words that are poetic enough in any language to express how drop dead gorgeous you are so Bachira just clears his throat and says, "Wow." You giggle and turn back to the mirror. "Gimme fifteen more minutes, Meguru." He nods and walks towards you, as if he's floating on thin air. He comes up behind you and hugs you, his hands rest gently on your hips. "Take all the time you need. I wanna make sure you're the prettiest girl at the party."

A/N: y'all ever just see a woman and think about how lucky you are that XX chromosomes paired up during meiosis (or however it works, bio isn't my strong suit at all).

[rodentcarnival]

Miraculously flirty | Minji Kim

summary: being ladybug is tiring, especially when there's a flirty cat-bear around every corner and all you want to do is focus on your crush, minji kim. based on the episode “truth” iykyk. 

warnings: none

tags: chatnoir!minji, ladybug!y/n, both are hopeless, actually a crack fic

WC: 2.8k

who knew finding a random box of earrings on the sidewalk would change your life forever? definitely not you.

but now you were stuck fighting villains that some lame guy named hawkmoth kept sending your way just so he can steal your miraculousness! how fucking rude. 

whatever none of that matters because at least you still get to go to school everyday to swoon over your long time crush minji kim. 

ugh how you could talk about her for hours and hours that your best friend hanni would have to duct tape your mouth shut to get you to stop. 

ever since you became the guardian of the miracle box, you haven't been the best of friends. you can't see your friends anymore, nor can you see your partner in crime chat noir. worst of all youve been skipping your dates with dani. 

and it’s not like you hated dani. she was sweet, funny, talented, everything anyone could ever wish for. but your eyes always strayed back to minji. yes, the very minji who was actually chat noir. not that you knew that. after all, identity reveals were forbidden, for both of your safeties.

“HEY! THAT’S MY DIARY!” you screamed, lunging toward yeji, the fox kwami, who was flipping through it like it was the morning newspaper.

“hyein, please!” you whined, nearly knocking over your chair. “i thought kwamis couldn’t come out into the human world without a holder?”

“i guess now that you’re the guardian, the rules are a little more... unpredictable. just like you!” hyein, the kwami of creation, chirped while munching on a square of a peanut butter banana sandwich.

before you could scold her, your computer suddenly started ringing. your best friend hanni’s name flashed on the screen which was triggered by the kwamis jumping on your keyboard and phone like it was a trampoline.

you tried to compose yourself as the call connected.

“hey y/n… are you alright?”

you froze, realizing the kwamis couldn’t be seen through the screen. to her, it just looked like you were fumbling around like a lunatic, grabbing at thin air.

“haha yeah i’m fine! just, uh… really missed your face!” you said, trying to scoop a flying kwami back into the box.

hanni squinted. “hmm… awkward gestures, flustered rambling, pure clumsiness… oh my god. is minji in your room???”

right on cue, your phone started ringing again.

shit. it was dani.

“WHAT? NO?! OMG DANI!” you yelped as the kwamis launched your phone onto the keyboard, hanging up on hanni and accidentally accepting dani’s call.

“hiiii dani!” you tried to sound normal, not like someone who was being tormented by little flying animal things. 

“hey y/n… thanks for the pictures of your room… filled with photos of minji?” she asked, her voice uncertain.

“HAHA YEAH UM… IT'S FULL OF PHOTOS OF MINJI BECAUSE uhh im using them for fashion pics on my blog and i know you have great taste and wanted to ask for your opinion minji!”

“…my name is dani.”

“right! dani! you, of course. obviously. totally slipped up because i’ve just been soooo busy.”

“it’s alright. so… are you ready?”

“…ready for what?”

“our date? i’m waiting downstairs.”

you froze.

your mom shouted from downstairs, “y/n? dani is waiting for you!”

you scrambled to shove all the kwamis back into the miracle box and shoved them in a drawer slamming it shut. 

“hide hyein!” you whisper yelled. she rolled her eyes and zipped into your purse. 

your mom opened the door just as you were fixing your hair. “didn’t you agree to go out with dani yesterday?”

“shoot! it was supposed to be yesterday?” you gasped dashing down the stairs.

“that’s why we agreed i’d come pick you up today silly,” dani said with a grin. “it’s the last showing. would’ve been a bummer to miss it.”

“right… the showing… of course.” you nodded. you still had no clue what she was talking about.

your parents, nosy as always, chimed in. “that movie was terrible when it came out.”

“maybe, but y/n and i love it. we promised we’d see it together.”

“OH MY GOD WE’RE WATCHING THE TITANIC,” you blurted.

dani raised a brow. “don’t tell me you forgot?”

“nope! not at all!” you lied through your teeth. dani deserved better than this.

as you two walked to the movie theatre, she chatted about new albums. you tried to focus, you really did.

“i heard everything’s gnarly,” she said.

“gnarly? what does that even mean?”

“like boba tea, fried chicken, tesla… you know?” she replied.

sitting down in your seats with your popcorn you took a small box out of your pocket that was a gift you bought for dani.

“here. this is for you :)”

she opened it and squealed. inside was a tiny plush bunny holding a carrot.

“eeee! it’s so cute!” she hugged it close.

you were about to lean in and kiss her when the whole building shook.

“what was that?” dani asked, startled.

“haha probably the subway! you know how it runs here! anyway i’m uh, super thirsty! gonna grab some water!” you jumped out of your seat.

in the washroom, hyein popped out of your bag with concern.

“you’re really gonna ditch her again?” she asked softly.

“what am i supposed to say? ‘sorry dani, i’m actually ladybug?’ yeah, no thanks.”

resigned, you nodded. “we’ll deal with dani later. hyein, spots on!”

✨insert your magical girl transformation here✨

you landed on the rooftop and called your partner.

“hey bugaboo, here’s your faithful companion at our rendezvous point just like always~ hope you haven’t forgotten about little old me~” minji’s voice rang out from a voicemail.

you were about to respond when-

“BOO!” she yelled behind you.

you screamed, grabbed her arm on instinct, and flung her off the rooftop.

“AHHHH I’M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!!!” she yelled as she flew off the side.

“EH?! CHAT NOIR??” you gasped, recognizing her voice. you lassoed her back up. well… kind of. she smacked into a window on the way up.

“i could’ve seriously hurt you!” you scolded.

“the only thing that hurts is when you make me patrol alone,” minji pouted. “mmm… i even missed your angry little pout :(”

“i’m sorry kitty cat. things have been… overwhelming.”

“guardian of the miraculous box now huh? big responsibility. but if you want, i can show you what else is big ;)” she winked.

you nearly let go of the rope.

“you’re so annoying. keep this up and i’ll actually make you patrol alone.”

“whatever you say, m’lady.”

meanwhile, back at the theatre, dani sat through the entire movie alone.

you didn’t make it back until the end credits rolled.

“haha sorry! the line was so long. and… i had to take a huge shit because i drank milk this morning and i’m lactose intolerant,” you blurted.

dani just sighed… but smiled anyway.

throughout the rest of the night, emergencies kept interrupting your date. lollipop monsters, flying balloon bombs. each one left dani waiting, alone.

when dani finally performed her song at the pier, you were late, again.

“um… i’d like to dedicate this song to y/n… a girl… who isn’t here. as usual,” she said into the mic, heart sinking.

you showed up halfway through, but even that wasn’t enough to lift her spirits.

after the performance, dani pulled you aside.

“y/n… where do you go when you disappear? just tell me something. anything. i’ll believe you. but… if it’s because you still love minji, i’ll understand.”

“that’s not it!” you insisted.

“then tell me the truth.”

“the truth… is the only thing i can’t tell you.”

and that’s when hawkmoth found his opening.

dani’s expression faded from hurt to anger in an instant. the words of hawkmoth getting to her.

“truth… i’m giving you the power to force people to tell you their secrets.” hawk moth whispered in dani’s head.

“no! the truth needs to be shared not taken by force hawkmoth!” dani shouted, gripping her head trying to fight it.

“what? hawkmoth! dani no!” you shouted, reaching your arm out but not actually doing anything because you need to have a conflict in this instead of i dunno shaking her or ripping the rabbit stuffed animal you clearly saw the moth go into but i guess you are blind today. 

“RUN, Y/N!” she cried before she lost control completely.

you ran away as fast as you could because you realize you may have plot armour but not enough to survive the amount of embarrassment you’ll face if he gets you to say you suffer from ibs. i mean, when you’re forced to reveal you’re ladybug.

you ducked into an alleyway, yanking open your bag.

“we have to purify that akuma,” you said, breathless. “before dani makes me admit that i once cried because i fell down the stairs.”

“you did cry,” hyein nodded solemnly.

“no need to drag me, the stairs already did that.”

you held up your earrings. “spots on!”

✨another magical girl transformation, complete with dramatic wind, glowing sparkles, and a pose that makes your bones crack✨

you scaled a nearby building, keeping to the shadows. truth or should you say, truthified dani, was floating above the city, riding a giant plush bunny like it was a throne. beams of light shot from its eyes, forcing people to shout out their deepest secrets.

“i busted to a photo of drake!”

“i taught my child brain rot as their first words!”

“i peed my pants yesterday!”

“chat noir,” you whispered into your communicator. “we’ve got a bunny problem.”

“did you say bunny? what kind of bunny? fluffy bunny? murderous bunny?… or like, you bunny ;)?”

“CHAT NOIR PLEASE, FOCUS.”

a blur of black and neon green streaked across the sky and landed beside you with a dramatic flip. she flicked her bangs and smirked.

“you called, bugaboo?”

“yes. and if you make one more pun, i’m calling animal control.”

“kinky.”

you sighed. “okay, plan time. dani- i mean truth, gets more powerful the longer we hesitate. we have to find the akumatized object.”

“probably that bunny plushie,” minji said, tilting her head. “if i were akumatizing someone, i’d definitely pick something tragically adorable.”

you nodded. “i gave that to her… this is my fault.”

“hey. no it’s not,” minji said softly, dropping the flirty tone for once. “you’re doing your best. and your best is… well, incredibly hot.”

you were about to respond, but a blinding light shot toward you both.

“ANSWER ME!” dani’s voice echoed like thunder. “WHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME?!”

you both dodged just in time, crashing into a rooftop billboard. you landed awkwardly on top of minji, your face inches from hers.

“hi,” you squeaked.

“so you do like being on top,” she smirked.

you rolled off her like she was on fire.

“we need to distract her. get her to drop the bunny. you take the left and i’ll handle the rooftop.”

“roger that, m’lady.”

as she zipped off, you tried not to think about how your heart was racing for two different reasons: one, the villain currently shooting lasers at your city, and two… chat noir.

god, why did she have to be so annoying? and charming?

as hanni was leaving the pier, a spotlight suddenly gets put on her making her freeze.

dani then zaps her, “tell me the truth! what is y/n’s secret?”

hanni quick to answer, “she’s in love with minji kim!”

“that’s not a secret!”dani says.

zapping another person and being met with the same response of, “y/n is in love with minji kim”, dani gets frustrated.

“no! she must have another secret!”

not being able to witness this anymore because my god is this embarrassing for you, you spring into action in a quite stupid way dare i say. 

instead of trying to surprise dani, you instead leap from the roof and land with a big thump on your face. you were going to land on your feet but you tried being more of a parkour master with 0 training. 

dani zaps you quite easily.

“now… i’ll finally know, who are you ladybug?”

hawkmoth about to bust from this information ong. he salivating at the thought of knowing your true identity.

“i… am…” and just before you could say anything, minji tackles you into the ocean.

“YOU'RE AN OLYMPIC SWIMMER!” minji shouts as she pushes you into the water.

hawkmoth grumbles from his little man cave. “dani! go after them!” 

“no, i have to find something out first.” and uses the truth power on her own mother.

“mom… who’s my dad!”

“your dad is leonardo di caprio…”

“what? sorry hawkmoth but this cannot be put on pause” dani said as she leaped away. 

meanwhile you and minji reconvened.

“what are we gonna do about your truth spell?” she pointed at your lips that now were painted with white lipstick.

you didn’t try speaking before pointing towards her belt and grabbing it.

“hey take me out to dinner first ;)” she said, as you tied the belt around your face to cover your mouth.

dani ran across town eventually coming across her supposed father. using her powers on him, she asked hesitantly, “im danielle marsh… are you my father?”

“danielle marsh… i am your father…” he replied. 

“THEN WHY DID YOU ABANDON ME?” dani shouted, hurt. 

“because i was partying, dating models, divorcing people for turning thirty. wasn’t ready for parenthood.” leonardo replied, clearly not sorry at all. 

before dani could cause anymore harm to him, you and minji showed up. after pushing leonardo into a safe place, dani was able to get away with the goal of finding out y/n’s secret. 

“SHIT THE BOX OF KWAMIS IS IN MY ROOM! SHE’S GONNA FIND THEM!” you shouted at minji. 

“then we’ll just have to get there before she does,” minji smirks, unbothered. 

at your house, dani storms in.

“what is y/n’s secret?” she demands, using her powers on your father and mother.

“she loves minji kim,” your dad says.

frustrated, dani turns to your mom. “does she have a diary?”

“yes, in her room.”

dani storms in, throwing stuff around. just as she finds the miracle box, you and minji burst through the window.

dani’s able to send her bunny rabbit after you, as it attempts to freeze you in your spot.

“m’lady im not one to bark orders but a lucky charm would be amazing right about now!” minji shouted as a chair was thrown at her, ducking just in time. 

you couldn’t speak so you just pointed to the belt that was around your mouth. 

“uhh take it off i have a great idea!” minji said with a suspicious look on her face.

dani punches her right after before asking you, “ladybug tell me-”

minji interrupts her and says, “what's your favourite quality of chat noir?” smirking as she continues to fight. 

“well i love how your charming, brave, and your sense of humour” 

“aww you really do like me!” 

minji then gets hit with the truth spell. 

“cat noir what-” before dani can finish her sentence you interrupt. 

“what's your opinion on me being the new guardian?” you ask practically batting your eyelashes. 

“well as long as it doesn't change anything between us then i'd say it's pretty cool” she replies. 

eventually you and minji are able to subdue dani and return everything back to normal by throwing your piece of tinfoil into the air that you got as your lucky charm. it seems everything just always works out i wonder why that is. oh well let's not dwell on it, you have main character things to attend to. 

sitting on the rooftop at night, you watched the sunset. you had just ended things with dani officially and wanted to make your feelings clear for yourself again. you were transformed into your ladybug form as a teenager on the edge of a building that was 20 stories tall would definitely get the cops called on you. 

“i like minji kim, and there's nothing i can do about it… shes just so pretty and hot and oh my god the way she dresses, she could undress me anytime-” you were in the middle of your ramble before you heard coughing behind you. 

minji stood there in her chat noir outfit with red cheeks. 

“was i interrupting something bugaboo?” she asked a bit flustered. 

you started to panic i mean how much of that did she hear?!?! 

“listen its not what you think really i-” 

before you can replay she presses her lips against yours. 

“y/n… you don't need to pretend anymore.” minji says as she recalls her kwami haerin. 

you follow in suit recalling hyein. 

“how did you know?” you asked. 

“well, it would be awfully strange why ladybug would keep the box full of miraculous’ in y/n’s room if the two weren't the same people huh?” minji teased. 

“ugh you are so annoying!” you shoved her lightly. 

minji only pulled you in closer before whispering in your ear, “i've waited a really long time for this” 

[moth2flamewriting]

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Guysss, the feedback has been so nice and feeling so much support from the fanfiction world. As always I appreciate you all reading! ❤️

Some one suggested I write from Smoke's POV and honestly I love that! So here's a little take!

Trying to find longevity in my ideas so it's taking me longer to push out! Nonetheless, here we go.

Smoke x Annie

Warning: Sexual Content.

ENJOY.

I was in the Delta after 7 suem years. Chicago ran its course and Stack and I were ready to go.

Home was the first place I wanted to come back to. I had somebody waiting on me. Two somebody's and I didn't know how to approach it.

"Boy I see you getting tense," Stack joked. I laughed it off. But i was tense.

I was nervous. Cause all I could think of was her. If she'd have me back. If she felt the same. I was sweating.

"Stack, think you can drop me off by Annie's?" I asked.

"Fasho' but don't get too caught up. We still got business to handle," he replied.

To be honest, I ain't come here for no juke. I came for her. The juke just something to keep me here.

"You think she'll have me back?" I could always open up to my brother. He never judged me, never made me feel dumb for wanting someone I aint seen in 7 years.

"Oh she'll have you back. You can't get rid of a Moore. No matter how many spells she cast," he grinned. That relaxed me a bit. But I still had a bit of unease going into this situation.

It's like she knew I was coming. She was standing right on the front porch. Hand on hip. God she was beautiful.

Chocolate skin that danced in the sunlight. Beautiful brown eyes that cut right throught you. She was perfect and hopefully.. she was mine.

I got out of the car, closing the door and adjusting my clothes. Even though Stack starch and pressed my clothes perfectly. Under her eye, I was nervous.

I approached her anyway.

"And what do you want?" she sucked her teeth.

Damn, right out the gate she was fiesty.

"I came to see you, I really need to talk to you," I replied.

Her eyes rolled so hard to the back of her head, I thought they were gonna fall out.

"Elijah please don't come around here on no bullshit." She was mad. She had every right.

And my nerves were dancing.

"Annie, I just wanna be civiliz-," she cut me off. "You think I give a damn about being civilized with you? You done rolled in from God knows where and what?," her arms were swinging back and forth in the air with every word.

But I knew her. I knew to just be honest here. One thing we always said was to just be honest.

"I came here to make things right with ya," I stumbled over my words. "It's not a day that went by that I didn't want you." I sunk into myself under her glare.

A moment of silence passed between us. The air was so thick.

I could see the wheels turning in that pretty head of hers. Looking for questions ask. Looking for answers. Needing an explanation.

"Where you been Smoke?"

"Chicago." I replied, wanting to meet her with full honesty I raised my head and stood up straight.

"Why you leave with no explanation?"

"If I would've told you, I would've stayed and I was too scared to do that."

She leaned back into her thoughts. Wheels turning in her head so hard, I could see steam coming out her eats.

"What was you doin' down there?"

"Working." I knew that wouldn't be a good enough answer.

"Working on fucking what, Smoke? Be so fuckin' serious right now," her left eyebrow was raised now and she couldn't even try to hide the irritation if she wanted to.

"We went up there to make some money, it was dangerous. Got into some shit. Came back down here to lay low." I knew it sounded like bullshit. I knew I would need answers.

"So what? You here cause you needa' place to stay?" she cackled. I wasn't welcomed here. At least that's what it felt like. "You got one more chance to tell me why you here and then I'm gon leave you where you standing," her hands were on her hips now.

"I want you. I tried to convince myself that I was coming back here for other reasons but, I know that aint true. The only thing I came for is you, Annie." Her feet shifting, she back thinking and to be honest I knew I was fucked.

"Did you fuck anybody while you was in Chicago?" Her face was dead straight. I swallowed hard. Nervous as fuck to tell her.

"Yes."

What once was the fiesty woman in front of me now look like a lost puppy. I broke her. Tears welled in her eyes and I had no way to fix it. I fucked up. I knew I fucked up.

The moment I was intimate with someone else I felt our connection sever. But that was my first month or so in Chicago. I was lonely and sad. And instead of writing my wrongs with her, I chose to be with someone else.

"Leave," she said throught sniffles.

She looked up at me. Eyes red.

"Leave, Elijah." I didn't move.

She approached me, so close that she's breathing what I am exhaling.

"I waited for you. My body waited. My mind waited. I waited for you and you left me high and dry. Then you come back all these years and what?" She's crying so hard. Fist balled up, pounding my chest. I let her. I deserve it.

"Annie, you gotta understand. Soon as I did it i regretted it. That was 7 years ago-"

"It don't matter Elijah. Somebody had a piece of you that was mine. Sacred to just us," her head was down now.

I feel like shit.

She planted her hands on both sides of my chest.

"I had some type of hope for us all this time. I just knew that my man would come back to me," her voice cold.

"I am right here," I'm pleading. My hands wrap around her waste but she pushes me off.

"I want you gone." She turned away from me, walked back into her house and, closed the door.

I couldn't give up so easy, I needed her back. So I walked up the stairs and I sat on the chair. I stayed there. 'As long as it takes.' I would do whatever to have her.

I heard shuffling inside, which prompted me to look up. It was her, in the window. Unimpressed. She closed the blinds and I was met with the sound of the door locking. Which meant GO AWAY. But I wasn't doing that.

The next morning..

I don't think she expected to see me, being as thought she let out a scream when she opened her front door to me sitting there.

"You scared the shit out of me," she exclaimed holding her chest. "What are you still doing here?"

"I want you," I said.

She let out a laugh that would hurt any mans pride.

She went along her day. Running errands, the shop, chores and visits with friends.

She acted as if I wasn't there. And that hurt me bad. Bit I deserved it.

I could hear an engine sputtering from down the road. Wondering who it could possibly be.

It was Stack. "Bro, she got you sitting outside her door like you a stray cat." He was laughing and it broke me out of my mood.

"Man she aint fuck with me, AT ALL," I chuckled quietly.

"I just rode by to see wassup wit ya," he said. "I figured Annie stubborn ass wasn't going for that."

"Nigga you said fasho she was gon have me back. Yo punk ass just be talkin," I recanted with a weak ass smile.

"Sittin' outside her door gon do the trick, you know she aint got the heart to be so cruel," he said.

"Speaking of which, think you can roll me up a couple cigarettes? If ima sit here, Ima smoke sum."

"Fasho, I got 6 rolled up for you right here. Figured you'd need em,"

We said our goodbyes and he was gone whever the wind to em.

I sat back down in my spot and watched as the sun began to go down.

The front door lock came undone and it creaked open.

It was her. Checking on me. Even thought she was so tough yesterday.

"You ate today Elijah?"

"I be sittin' here all day, aint going nowhere til I got you." I was determined.

"You so damn extra. Just come eat." She walked away but left the door open. I followed her in.

...

Fried fish, cornbread, cabbage, yams and mac.

Her food was so good, I had 3 plates. But once the scraping of my fork against the plate stopped, the tension came back.

"Was the food good?"

"You know the food was good Annie." I'm getting irritated because where is this going. Even though I had no right to be upset.

I just want her back. But I know I gotta get through the hard part first.

Her eyes went black, I could see she was working herself up.

"When you fucked her did you like it?"

Here we go.

"I'm a man Annie," I answered honestly. "but I wanted you."

She laughed, unconvinced.

"You wanted me so bad, you went and fucked somebody else."

I took it. I deserved it.

"Was her pussy better than mine?"

I hate that I even let shit get so bad between us that she even thought to compare herself to some random girl. That was my fault.

"Nobody will ever be better than you," I was honest.

"Did you give her your seed?"

"Fuck no, the only person I've ever given that to is you."

I stood up and walked over to her, my turn to invade her space.

Both our chest rising and falling at the same time, due to close proximity.

"Smoke back up," she's moving away from me with her hand up to create space.

"No," I back her into a wall.

I kiss her. Immediately her hands go to the back of my head pulling me in closer. She opens her mouth to grant my tongue entrance. Our spit being exchanged, I pulled back from the feverish kiss. I look into her eyes and I am madly in love.

I leave a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck. Swirling my tongue in circles, sucking hard and soothing it with a soft kiss. My hands found her ass, pulling and squeezing it. Eliciting moans and gasps.

"Smoke," she whimpers. "We shouldn't be doing this."

That didn't stop me, I was in and she wasn't going to stop me.

I slip my hands into the front of her waistband to find a hot and wet pussy. Coating my fingers in her sex, she throws her had back up against the wall.

I'm swiping over her pussy with just enough pressure to get her close but not enought to go over the edge.

"Elijah.. I- Ahh-," she couldn't even speak I was fingering her pussy so good.

The moment was abandoned with a stiff push. She pushed me off her. 'Did I hurt her?'

"I can't do this. I can't let you hurt me the way you did. And you get to just.. come back?" She was standing firm in her boundary. And I was at a loss for words.

"Annie, I'm trying to show you," fat ass knot in my throat.

"I can't take your word for it Elijah. It has to be constant, not when you want it."

She walked to the mirror at the end of the hallway. I followed. Only, talking to me through the reflection and not turning around to address me head on.

"I think you should go,' her head tucked damn near between her shoulders.

"I'm gonna leave now, but I will prove to you that this IS constant. That I never stopped loving you. That I want to be with you," not caring if I convinced her in this moment. I was convinced. I was getting her back and that was final.

She walked me to the door and before I made it down the steps she called after me.

"I hope you stand firm in your words," followed by a weak smile on both our ends.

"I will," and I turned from her with my head held high.

I was going to get her back. If it is the last thing I do.

[tinyraptorhands]

Just A Spark pt. 1

(CW: eventually smut, soulmate au, MDNI)

-Fly away-

The concept was terrifying.

More terrifying than flying halfway across the world.

More terrifying than learning a new language.

More terrifying than living in a new culture entirely.

And suprisingly, more terrifying than finding out you left your bank card back in your home country, in your childhood room.

Well. Thank God for turning over a new leaf and payments by phone.

So what was more terrifying than all this combined?

Soulmates.

Everyone had one. And it was inevitable you would find yours one day. You would share your pain, your life, and your death with them. They would die if you died, and visa versa.

The only way of knowing when you found your soul mate? Well, your parents explained it to you thusly;

"Your father and I met on the train station to New York. My eyes met his, and suddenly a burst of warmth overcame me. It was like I was seeing colors for the first time ever, like noises became amplified and even my nose could smell better." She had said, blushing like a school girl while she recalled it. Your father kneeled next to you.

"Shes right. Its like nothing can stop you from going towards them. Because the stars will make sure you run into them, whether you want to or not." He said, holding up a pinky. Your mother connected hers with his, both their birthmarks matched perfectly, glowing pink. They were shaped like a daisy.

That was another marker. The birthmark one was born with, would be in the same place as their soul mates, with the same symbol or shape. When aligned, it would glow that pretty soft pink-and give each of them a feeling of pure euphoria.

You looked down at your little foot. You had just gotten your mark at ten years of age.

It...looked like a...star? No, like a burning star. A spark. Your mother said it was beautiful.

And you hated it.

Hated having to be tied to someone. To share their pain, their very heartbeats. All aligned to you by some invisible fate.

Well, you weren't going to stand for it.

That day, you made a vow. You wouldn't ever let some random god or the universe fuck with your future!

So, you did research. Most, if not all soulmates found themselves in their own countries. This meant if you traveled overseas, the likelihood of you running into said soul mate would be next to nil.

Perfect.

So, your little ten year old hands scrambled to the computer that very same day, and looked up the farthest place you could think of.

Japan.

And with that in mind, you had a goal. Tangible, and possible.

Which lead you to here, in Musutafu airport, waiting for your bag to come off the carousel.

Genuinely, you had gotten into the idea of teaching English. You had wanted to be a teacher since you were young, and this was an amazing way to do it. You were hired at one of the most prestigious private schools in Japan-and it also happened to be a hero school.

U.A. High School.

While you were no hero, you found the open position for their General Studies courses-so there was no issue on that end. When you graduated your University with honors, they helped you get the position squared away.

So. 23 and fresh faced (thank God for hydrating face masks), you beamed as you saw your suitcases.

"Let's go." You said quietly to yourself. "To a new life, and to a new chapter!" You quickly made your way out of the airport, and towards the rows of taxis awaiting outside.

A few hours earlier...

"Ugh. Can't stand boring patrols." Katsuki Bakugo-AKA Dynamight-griped, biting into the spicy curry bun. He was perched on a rooftop with Izuku Midoriya, or rather Deku- who was eating his less spicy curry bun.

"Think of it this way, Kacchan. Boring means everyone's safe!" The green haired man said.

Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Sure, whatever sensei." He smirked. Izuku rolled his eyes. They peered down below at the busy streets, and Katsuki looked at his childhood rival. "Oh, yeah. Heard you found your soul mate or whatever?"

Izuku blushed. "W-well, yeah. It..uh, turned out it was Uraraka the whole time."

"Round cheeks?" Karsuki huffed. "Fuckin' knew it. You two always were googly eyed, even in high school." He said, bored. Izuku blushed harder.

"W-what!? We were!? I-I mean-" Izuku went into full flustered mode, and Katsuki barked out a laugh.

"Good thing I told you to actually wake up and smell the roses, nerd." Katsuki said. "...even though you basically told me to pound sand right after asking you to be a part of my agency before that." He added the last part quietly.

"Kacchan, I can't be a proper rival if I'm working for you."

"...Semantics." The blonde grumbled. Izuku laughed.

"Oh, right! We have a new english teacher coming to U.A. She's going to be a part of the general courses, but Principal Nezu and All Might want me to show her around the campus. Help her get acclimated." Izuku said, smiling enthusiastically. Katsuki rolled his eyes, his mouth full of his bun.

"Thaths Ooh Aye's golden boy for ya." He said, food spittle landing on his pants. He grimaced, wiping the food off. Izuku chuckled.

"Kacchan, I doubt I'm their...'golden boy'." He crumpled up his trash, holding out a hand for Katsuki's own wrappers. Katsuki gave him his trash.

"Seriously? Of course you are. All Might's little successor? Now quirkless boy wonder?" Katsuki deadpanned. Izuku laughed.

"Because all of you bought me this suit. I couldn't have done it without you all-especially you, Kacchan." He smiled warmly. Katsuki huffed.

"Well...it got you off your ass and now you're...eh, useful-I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Kacchan, I'm higher than you in the hero ranks-"

"AAAaanyways!" He got up, adjusting his gauntlets as he put them on. "So you're gonna be wasting time showing some extra the ropes of U.A.?"

"Oh, it shouldn't be too time consuming! She's coming from America on a permanent working visa."

"Oh. So that's why they're makin' ya a little tour guide." He said, pulling down his mask. "Some idiot foreigner is gonna take up all your working time, huh? Probably can't even use chopsticks and think everything's like an anime." He groused, "Just what U.A. needs..."

Izuku threw the trash out on the rooftop waste bin. "C'mon. Don't be like that. I hear she's extremely smart. Very accredited. And fluent in Japanese, of course." He looked over at Katsuki. "You're just mad that I took more time doing extra stuff that doesn't involve this." He gestured to his suit. Katsuki yet again rolled his eyes.

"Please. Whether you do shit with the suit or not isn't my problem."

"You just said before-"

"It just means I'll rank higher than you, dumbass." He smirked, and perched his foot on the rooftop lodge. "Now let's get going. Wanna get home early today."

"Oh!" Izuku came to his side, getting ready to take off, "for that All Might documentary movie?! They're airing it tonight, I'm excited for it, too!"

"N-no! I just wanna get some...me time!" He huffed, "besides..." he looked away. "I got it already set to record."

Izuku smiled. "We'll have to compare notes on it, then!"

"Oi, who takes notes on a movie!?"

The two took off, and Katsuki looked up at the horizon-a plane making its landing dotted the distance.

Just another day in Japan.

-All Clear For Landing-

[222col]

p-panty thief roman godfrey?? i honestly can't pick between fairy!reader or bimbo!reader but i wanna pick fairy!reader lol bc there's no fics on her yet. i think roman actually steals a girl's panties in the show?? i love him sm. im rambling. stay hydrated!! tysm!!!

fairy!reader x roman godfrey

summary: roman knows he can get away with anything and everything, including breaking into your house to steal your panties

cw .ᐟ nsfw, pervy roman

꒰ notes ꒱ he does!! my lil creep <3 thank u for the req bb!!!!

should have never told him where you lived, not that he couldn’t have found it without the information direct from your mouth.

roman’s worst trait? knowing he can get away with absolutely anything. his surname alone got him out of anything, and if that didn’t work a wad of cash always would. barely needed to use his ‘creepy eye thing’ these days.

especially not with you. you let roman get away with murder. mainly because you were too fuckin’ stupid to ever pay enough attention to what he was actually doing.

you could have been home when he climbed through the window and not even questioned it.

but he knew you wouldn’t be. he waited until you were out, probably shopping somewhere. ‘cause what else do girls do?

silly girl didn’t even lock her windows. it’s almost like you wanted him to break in. the room smelt like vanilla, probably from the candle you left burning. roman blows it out on his way around the space— see, he’s looking out for you.

he can’t stop himself from lifting up your pillow, bringing the silk fabric up to his nose. and oh, what’s this? what little picture are you hiding underneath? aw. it’s a picture of him. you’re just as much of a creep as he is.

he doesn’t care to put things back where he finds them, roman knows you’d never notice anyway. you’ll be too busy trying on all the clothes you bought when you get home to realise.

roman starts rooting through your drawers, feeling through every frilly top, every tiny skirt. and oh— jackpot.

a drawer full of lace, cotton, little bows, the lot. he’d pay an unlimited amount of money to see you in these with his own eyes. but with that picture under your pillow, looks like he’s not too far off that happening.

now, he could take a pair panties from the drawer. but, that’s not exciting as taking a pair from your laundry. a pair from the drawer he could get anywhere, walk into any department store and walk out with a pair of clean panties.

no— not good enough. roman wants a pair that have you on them.

and as if they were waiting for him, there the perfect pair sits. placed perfectly on the top of your pile of dirty laundry. evil smirk on his face as he grabs them.

he should leave, pocket the panties and appreciate them at home. but his jeans are already tight and you’re still not home, so…

roman perches on the edge of your bed, buttons quickly undone as he frees himself from the confines of the denim.

his hand is quickly wrapping around the length, the lace fabric brought up to his nose. roman breathes in the scent of you, eyes rolling back as he does.

pumping himself quickly, the smell of you overloading his senses. god, he’d fuckin’ kill to taste you.

roman brings the fabric down to his lap, wrapping the soft lace around the base of him. the feeling so foreign, but it’s you— the idea alone has roman leaking, the precum dripping onto the fabric.

he can barely bite back the groans that threaten to escape him, as he watches himself mix in with the remains of you. the fabric is brought back up to his nose, eyes rolling back at your scent.

he can’t control how quickly he finishes, spilling out over your perfect silk sheets. aiming for the pillow he aimlessly threw back down onto your bed, revelling in the idea you’ll be sleeping next to his fluid. silly girl won’t even notice the stain.

the panties on his nose are quickly shoved into his jeans pockets before he zips up the fly. pillow thrown back over to the side you sleep on, standing up as he walks back toward the window.

“what ya doin’ here, romey?”

oh shit.

he spins on his heels, meeting your eyes, and oh— he was right. arms full of shopping bags. his mouth opens to attempt an explanation, but he doesn’t need to.

“you wanna see the clothes i bought?” god, you’re too fucking trusting for your own good.

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[mythos-night]

Just a Couple Days

TW: Needles, (Consensual?) Kidnapping, Cursing

"For all the times you've gotten angry because I stayed up too late," Villain chucked. "You seem to be awake at such a late hour of the night."

"Why are you in my house?" Hero didn't look up from the paperwork they were filling out.

"You call this a house?" Villain looked around the half-decent apartment the hero agency had assigned to them, mockingly gesturing to the dishwasher that had broken down weeks ago. They had probably just resorted to hand washing. Villain saw the soap on the edges of the sink.

Hero continued writing. "You're avoiding my question."

Villain shrugged. "I just wanted to see you." They murmured, their hand running along the edge of the desk.

"I don't have time to deal with your bullshit."

"This really is a pretty terrible desk." 

"This really is a horrible time for you to come over." 

"Oh, what? Am I interrupting you from your important paperwork?" Villain leaned on the edge of the desk, snatching one of the forms before Hero could respond. Villain took note of that and frowned. "You're reaction time."

Hero slumped into the chair with a huff. "My reaction time is excellent." 

"I had already read half the page by the time you tried to snatch this back." Villain waved it a bit.  "How many hours of sleep did you get? "

"If you came here to kick my ass, just do it already."

"Oh, who's avoiding questions now?" Villain set the paper down in favor of grabbing Hero by the chin, leaning over the desk to make sure Hero couldn't avoid them. "Go to sleep."

Hero scowled. "This is due tomorrow. I don't exactly have time for you-"

"You have time when I say you do." Villain snapped, letting go and pulling a syringe out of their pocket. "Do I need to force you to sleep?"

Hero's demeanor went from irritated to downright fearful. "You wouldn't."

Villain smiled. "Can't finish those papers if you've been kidnapped."

They expected protests, fighting even. But the real shock came when Hero simply tossed the pen down and rubbed their hand over their face. "Please."

Now it was Villain's turn to be shocked. "You want this?" They blurted out.

The nod was hesitant but there. "Just for a couple days." Villain saw the gears turning. "I just need some time to clear my head- no, I could pay if you want- oh God, what am I doing?"

Villain set the shiny syringe down. "No need for payment. I know what your salary is." They busied themselves by searching his pockets for a sack and rope (Hero always teased them about their never-ending pockets).

Hero began to protest. "I'll go willingly, just-"

"Oh, I know you will. But there are security cameras outside the building, and I don't think the Agency will be happy when they see you just walking out of the building."

Hero opened their mouth, then closed it. "No sedative?"

"Oh, darling."

Villain knew how everyone would react if they found out Hero had been awake when kidnapped. How they should've done more to fight. How they should've been better. Villain wondered how Hero could take all the criticism despite everything they've done for the city. This needed to look real. Villain knew Hero would fight out of pure instinct the moment the sack went on.

Hero sighed, defeated. "Just..." Their gaze never left the needle. "A small dosage."

Villain moved swiftly, the needle in Hero's arm before their sluggish brain could comprehend what was happening. "With how much sleep you've gotten?" They murmured as they pushed a little bit of the drug in. "I don't think you're going to wake up soon."

In all honesty, they didn't need to take a full dosage. Hero was out like a light, eyes rolling to the back of their heads as they slumped into the Villain's waiting arms. They chuckled, grabbing the sack.

They wouldn't hurt the Hero. At least not now. There was no fun in fighting your nemesis when they weren't up to your level. Hero needed help, something Villain would be happy to provide.

Villain left the tiny apartment and the now burning stack of papers with Hero slung over their shoulder and the determination to give them the help they deserved.

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[spoonfulofmilo]

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The moment the next guy walked around the corner, Y/N could already feel the difference.

Less brooding intensity. More... golden retriever energy.

Kimi walked up like he was here to ruin his life. This guy? He looked like he was about to ask if he wanted to grab a smoothie and throw a frisbee.

He wore a cream-colored striped short-sleeve shirt, tucked into relaxed, high-waisted navy trousers. His hair was a little messy in a styled-on-purpose kind of way, and he had that clean, sun-kissed Florida glow that screamed I grew up near a beach. Blue eyes, boy-next-door smile. He looked like a day off.

“Hey! I’m Logan,” he said, offering a handshake.

Y/N leaned in for a hug instead. Their bodies pressed together just slightly longer than necessary. When they pulled back, Logan’s ears were a little pink.

"He's sweet," Y/N thought. "Not my usual type."

“So nice to meet you, Logan! I’m Y/N! Do you want to tell me about yourself?”

“Yeah, totally. I’m 23, I’m from Florida,  Fort Lauderdale, and I’m a DJ,” he said with a slightly nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn’t used to talking about himself.

“Oh cool, I’m an F1 driver.”

Logan perked up. “Wait seriously? That’s awesome. I mean, I mostly follow Indy and NASCAR, but F1’s sick. You guys are going, like, what, 220 kilometres per hour? I can't even imagine.”

“Yeah, so, faster than your car. So what’s got you here? Love, or just the free food and fancy cocktails?”

Y/N smiled as Logan laughed, but tilted his head, waiting.

Logan glanced down, then back up, just slightly shy. “Honestly? I figured love’s always a risk, right? Might as well take a shot.”

Y/N blinked. “A shot on what?”

Logan looked right at him. “You, I guess.”

“Oh, I, um…”

There it was. A flicker of something real. Then Logan’s face flushed and he laughed it off.

Y/N laughed too, trying to catch his balance.

“Where, um, where or rather, what would you do for a first date with me?”

“I’d probably take you to a rave, teach you a little DJing if you’re up for it. But I get it if you’re not big on crowds. We could do something chill. Honestly, I’ve seen clips of you in clubs post-race, don’t think you’d hate it,” he grinned, a little smug, a little playful.

“If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?”

“Ibiza,” Logan said immediately. “It’s got the beaches, the energy, the music. Reminds me of Miami a bit. I like that vibe. It’s kind of home, but with a Spanish twist.”

He turned to leave but paused, then reached into his pocket. “Oh, right, before I forget. I got you something.”

Y/N blinked as Logan handed over a small box.

“I know it’s kinda dumb,” Logan said, scratching his neck, “but I saw you still use wired headphones. These are noise-cancelling. Figured they might help when you’re traveling or trying to block out the chaos.”

“Oh, thanks so much!”

Y/N tried not to side-eye the cameras, knowing exactly what the producers were going to do with this.

Bachelor Y/N gets headphones from DJ contestant. Will sparks fly, or will he get noise-cancelled?

God. They were gonna milk this for weeks.

(cut to Y/N’s interview)

"Okay, okay. I know I said I wasn’t going to get distracted, but... he’s adorable. Logan’s got this kind of… what’s the word… golden retriever energy? Like, he’s sweet and bashful and clearly trying, but not in a forced way. And that little headphone gift? Are you kidding me? I wasn’t expecting to get emotional over headphones on night one. But he actually noticed something about me, like really noticed. That doesn’t happen a lot. Especially in this... circus. He’s not my usual type, and that’s what scares me a bit. But maybe that’s the point, right? Try something new. Let it surprise you."

(cut to Logan’s interview)

"I don’t really know what just happened. Like, I had a whole plan, I was gonna be chill, keep it casual, just vibe… and then I saw him. And I forgot all the words. He hugged me. And I think my heart just... short-circuited. He’s really cool. Like, really cool. And funny. And fast, apparently. 220 km an hour? That’s wild. I gave him some headphones. It felt dorky, but I thought maybe he’d appreciate something useful. And honestly, I just wanted to show him I was paying attention. I dunno, maybe that’s dumb. But yeah. I took a chance. On him. And I’d do it again."

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[nataliasquote]

Honesty pt. 4 | n romanoff

the not-so lucky one

honesty masterlist

summary: college is officially in session. dance team tryouts, new friends, and oh- Natasha Romanoff and that damn jersey of hers. Kaia had avoided her til now, but there was no way she could escape this one.

pairings: enemies to… (natasha romanoff x o!c), best!friend!yelena

wc: 5.6k

note: I hope you’re loving this so far :) also im not american so i don’t know how college really works, im just making all of this up lol

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"Okay wake up bitch. We've got things to do, people to see and food to eat." Yelena burst through the door and stormed over to the curtains, pulling them open allowing light to burst into the room, much to Kaia's annoyance. It wasn't particularly late, but the summer sun was determined to shine for as many hours as it could.

She grumbled and tugged her covers over her head, turning away to face the wall, still mumbling.

"Oh wakey wakey sleeping beauty." Yelena sang, climbing up onto Kaia's bed. They were polar opposites, with Kaia being the worst morning person to exist, whilst Yelena was awake before the sun most of the time. "Do you need the wake up song?"

Kaia had fallen back asleep, leaving no response, so she pulled her phone from pocket and clicked play on the song she had pinned to her screen. The opening guitar riff of "Pump It" by Black Eyed Peas blasted at full volume, a cocky smirk creeping onto Yelena's face as she saw Kaia squirm.

She grumbled something incoherent whilst turning over, to which Yelena just yelled "What was that? I can't hear you!" over the music.

Finally surfacing from under her comforter, Kaia sat up with a menacing scowl, her curls wild about her head. She reached for Yelena's phone but the blonde was fast and jumped from the bed and pressed herself against the wall, the song still blasting. Kaia grunted and launched a pillow at her best friend, who dodged it quickly.

"Turn that shit off now!" Ever since they were 15, Yelena had found that Kaia was infuriated by the song. So of course, any chance she got to annoy her, she took gladly.

"You have to come over here and turn it off yourself." With a wink, Yelena placed her phone on her desk and hopped onto her bed, swinging her legs off the side like a child. She grinned widely at Kaia who was sliding off her own bed, cursing under her breath at every movement. With aggressive movements, she shut the song off and Yelena's phone, disabling it for 10 minutes.

"Oh come on!" The blonde whined, but Kaia just quirked her eyebrow.

"That's payback." Yelena poked her tongue out. "What did you need me awake for anyway?"

The blonde stared at her blankly and Kaia wondered for split second if she'd grown a second head. The pair both waited in silence and Yelena actually couldn't believe the girl sat in front of her. They'd been at university for 3 whole days now, 2 since the parents and Bucky had left. And all that had been on their minds was-

"Societies fair? Orientation? Did you lose your memory during the night?" Kaia stared for a moment before realisation dawned on her face.

"Oh my god! Why didn't you say anything!" Yelena just scoffed and tugged the collar of her sleeveless vest, adjusting it. An army surplus, but it was her pride and joy. "How long do we have?"

"45 minutes until it starts." A look of horror dawned on Kaia's face as her eyes widened. So that's why Yelena was already dressed. "You have enough time, don't worry."

"You know I don't like being rushed." Kaia grumbled, trudging over to the bathroom to grab her toothbrush. Her perfectionist self was not happy, and Yelena couldn't help but feel a bit bad.

Grabbing her key card and ID badge, Yelena shoved her docs on again. "I'll go grab breakfast to help. Croissant?"

"And coffee. Thanks." Her words were really muffled by the toothbrush in her mouth, but Yelena understood most of what she said. They knew each other well enough to guess their breakfast order anyway, but Yelena wanted to double check to avoid anything else going wrong this morning.

As the door slammed shut, Kaia spat her toothpaste into the sink before straightening up and studying her reflection in the mirror. The sun had done her some good, bringing out the freckles across her nose and cheeks in a subtle manner. Her blue eyes were still blurry with sleep, but that would fade as she woke up. Her soft curls remained neutral, not too crazy and frizzy but still gave her hair some volume. Nothing a couple of braids from Yelena couldn't fix.

She rushed through her skincare, using colder water to wake herself up and reduce the puffiness around her eyes. She was still in her pyjama shorts and oversized t-shirt, belonging to Bucky, but pulled a pair of socks onto her feet that were quickly becoming cold from the tiled floor. They'd added fluffy rugs beside each bed as they decorated, but they didn't cover the entire floor which left some parts exposed.

Her case of records stood open, the lid lifted, and this caught Kaiiarina's eyes. The sun was streaming in from the open windows and only music would make the atmosphere better. Slotting 'Rumours' onto the platter of her record player, the crackly sound filled the room as the needle slotted into place. A smile crept onto her face as the opening notes of 'Second Hand News' sounded through the speakers.

Her body couldn't and wouldn't stop moving to the music, even as she was getting dressed. Opting for some loose dark blue jeans and an orange halter crop top, cream platform converse completing her look, Kaia didn't stop moving. Her shoulders swayed as she was clasping her necklace around her neck, which did indeed make her job ten times harder than it had to be.

Her bracelets stayed on her wrists almost all the time, except when she showered. They were hand made by Yelena, who had gone through a friendship bracelet making phase a couple of months ago. Natasha rejected all offers, so Kaia was subjected to every single bracelet. Some had snapped, which left 3 survivors that rarely left her wrist.

She sank down infront of her vanity mirror and began working on her makeup. Nothing much, but just enough to enhance her features. Years of dance shows and competitions had made her appreciate no makeup days; she wouldn't miss heavy lashes or too much blush.

As she applied a light coat of brown eyeliner, Yelena came bursting through the door, two cups and two plastic trays balanced on her arms as she tried to make it into the room. With a chuckle, Kaia leaped up to help her, grabbing the cups before there was a spillage.

"A croissant and an iced coffee for the sleeping beauty herself." Yelena teased with a flourish, offering the plastic tray with a bow. Kaia accepted the tray gratefully, smiling at the side of fresh strawberries and blackberries that Yelena had grabbed.

"You really are the best."

"Oh I know." Yelena had opted for a tropical smoothie, which she didn't realise was an option until she walked into the food hall. Smoothies were her favourite, just below mac and cheese. "Can I braid your hair when I'm done?"

Kaia nodded, mouth full of flaky pastry. "I was just going to ask you actually. Can you do two-"

"-Two little braids. Yep." Finishing each others sentences. Classic.

Kaia took the time to admire Yelena's hair. The blonde had done three tight braids that all joined together in a ponytail, leaving out two strands of hair to frame her face. They looked good, but Yelena always did, so it wasn't surprising.

They continued to eat their breakfast in silence, music being the only thing floating around the room. Kaia's mind wandered to the activities fair, thinking about all the clubs she wanted to look at. The dance team was a given, but other groups like a book group or a Taylor Swift society could be cool. She chewed on a blackberry as her creative mind created a million different different scenarios in her head, some good, some bad.

"Can I braid now?" Yelena's voice broke Kaia from her daydream and the Russian nodded eagerly before raising an eyebrow at her best friend through the mirror.

"Have you washed your hands? I don't want pastry crumbs in my hair." Yelena flashed a sheepish smile and disappeared into the bathroom, only to appear 10 seconds later flapping her hands by her side.

As she braided, Yelena rambled about her weird dream, which wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Kaiiarina would often wake up to ten or more messages of Yelena trying to explain her dream, which sometimes left her even more confuse. Kaia had learned to nod along, whether she understood or not.

At exactly 10:30, the duo were ready. They checked their outfits out in the mirror, decided they both looked hot, and after a final spritz of perfume from Kaia, they had disappeared into the hallway, arms linked.

Their dorm building was quite quiet, but the moment they stepped out onto campus, they were met with a rush of noise. Music drifted from the main area of canopies and tables, and excited yells and cheers echoed from around the corner of a building, clearly some demonstration was taking place.

The girls decided to hit the societies fair first before it got overcrowded as the day went on. They passed under the green and white bunting archway, the gold lettering balloons of P.O.U tied to tree trunks to their left. The entire main lawn was taken up with maybe fifty stalls or more, each one advertising a new student led group looking for more unsuspecting prey to lure into their lairs.

Kaia eyed the Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter tables as they walked past, slightly wary of a guy doing a Gollum impression beside the table. She wasn't one to judge people straight away, but it did scare her a bit. On her right hand side, Yelena was reading each and every sign they passed, basically giving a running commentary.

"Who knew we needed a 'Swedish radio club'. Or a 'single player chess club. Do you have to be single to join? Or friendless?" She questioned, to which Kaia just shrugged.

"I don't know. Ask them."

Yelena turned her nose up and they kept walking. "I don't think the Swedes will like that I'm Russian. And besides, I have a friend. So I can't join the chess club."

"Good, because I wasn't about to lose you to a bunch of loners." Kaia hooked her arm through Yelena's once more as they weaved slowly through the crowd. Someone yelled over to Yelena that they liked her jacket, to which she yelled "Thanks! You should see the pockets on this thing!". That was typical Yelena behaviour; talking to everyone and making friends no matter where she went. Kaia felt a little bit sick at the thought of Yelena making new friends and leaving her, but she couldn't get toxic. She wouldn't be a bad friend to Yelena, ever.

"Hey! There's the soccer team. Mind if I go sign up for tryouts?" Yelena pointed to a table along the row and Kaia nodded.

"Yeah sure. I've just spotted your lovely sister who I guess is running the dance team, so I need to sort that out." Natasha's red hair stuck out against the white tapestry behind her and Kaia had to clench her fists down by her sides.

"Oh god, good luck." Yelena patted her on the shoulder and then dashed off, dodging around people in the crowd like she would on a soccer pitch. Kaia watched her go before making her way to Natasha's table.

She was still several metres away before a brunette girl yelled over to her. "Hey! Are you a dancer?"

Kaia smiled politely. "Is it really that obvious?"

The brunette nodded with a playful smile. "Oh definitely. It's your posture for sure. But anyway, looking to try out for the dance team?"

"Why not? Sounds fun."

"That's what I like to hear. Hey Nat, can you pass me a sign up form?"

"Maria, can't you get it yourself? I'm busy." Nat was leaning over a laptop, shading the screen with her hand as she typed with the other. Her back was turned so she hadn't noticed Kaia, and the brunette Russian hoped she had maybe gotten away with it.

"Nope. You're closer." Maria looked at Kaia and winked. Maybe Nat wouldn't turn around after all.

But when was luck ever on her side? The redhead turned around, form in hand. "Here's your- oh." She completely locked eyes with Kaia and her smile dropped instantly. "Surprised to see you here." She deadpanned.

"No you're not." Kaia wasn't in the mood for Natasha's games, which took the redhead by surprise. She glanced at the green, black and white football jersey that Natasha was wearing, the oversized fit clearly not belonging to her. "I'm here to sign up and then I'll be out of your way."

Natasha hummed, looking Kaia up and down as she handed another form to a girl who was also stood by the table. "Well, let's hope all that rehearsing you've been doing has paid off. Would be embarrassing if you didn't make it to the team."

Kaia's cheeks burned as she filled in her mobile number on the form. Slamming her pen onto the plastic table, she straightened up and locked eyes with Natasha. "Look, you know as well as I do that you need me on that team. So you can keep playing your game, or you can do your team a favour. It's up to you." She didn't wait to see Natasha's reaction and continued to fill out her details. The silence that followed was a small victory in Kaia's eyes.

But as she stood back up to hand in her form, Natasha grabbed it and then grabbed Kaia's wrist. "Don't flatter yourself Kaiiarina. This isn't our little home studio anymore, it's the real world. You'll quickly come to see that you're not all that. Better get off that pedestal before you fall too hard." Her green eyes bore into Kaia's, a perfect eyebrow quirking up as she grew smug. "That'll be all. See you Friday."

Kaia snatched her wrist out of Natasha's grip and turned to look at Maria behind the table who was staring at the interaction with a startled look on her face. Natasha clearly carried a fierce reputation, so people coming head to head with her wasn't a common thing.

Not wanting to spend another second in Natasha's presence, Kaia turned away and marched through the crowd, adjusting the straps of her halter top as her eyes darted around to find Yelena.

"Hey," an auburn haired girl ran after Kaia, tapping her on the arm gently. "I saw how she just spoke to you. Are you okay?"

Kaia looked at her kind face for a moment and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah I'm fine, but thank you. I know that girl from back home. We basically grew up dancing together."

"You grew up with the Natasha Romanoff?" The girl asked and her eyes widened in disbelief as Kaia nodded. "Was she always that mean?"

Kaia hesitated for a moment, not wanting to bad mouth Natasha in front of people who could end up slipping up and spilling what she'd said. "She's just competitive. And at our small studio at home, we were often put against each other. I'm sure she's sweet in person." Kaia almost burst out laughing at how fake she was being. Natasha Romanoff did not have a sweet bone in her body.

"Even though she's a junior? Damn you must be really good." Kaia blushed at the compliment, shaking her head. "I'm Wanda by the way.

"Kaiiarina, but you can call me Kaia. Everyone does."

"Nice to meet you Kaia." Wanda had a slight accent, which made Kaia's name sound really pretty as she said it. "I guess I'll see you at tryouts?"

"You sure will." Kaia said with a kind smile. "Wait, what are you majoring in?"

"Oh, dance, with a minor in history."

Kaia's smile grew wider at the thought of knowing a familiar face. "Well then I guess I'll see you in class. I'm a dance major too."

Wanda let out an excited squeal. "You are? That's perfect!"

"I'll catch you later." Kaia smiled back at her before turning to find Yelena who was bounding over to her, a new pin stuck on one of the pockets of her vest.

"Making friends without me? Damn, college really is having an effect on you." Yelena teased, looking over her best friend's shoulder at Wanda's figure in the distance. "Who was that?"

"Oh, just a girl from my class. She watched Nat be her usual self towards me-"

"She's still being an asshole?" Yelena groaned, rolling her eyes. "I swear if I could have just one free swing to her face-"

"Well, she is your sister..." Kaia smirked which earned her a side eyed glare from the blonde.

"Don't tempt me."

Kaia let out a breathy laugh. "I see you made some progress with the soccer team. When are tryouts?"

Yelena paused for a moment and then looked at the scribbled pen on the back of her hand. "Uhmm..." she squinted to try and read her writing, which was proving to be difficult. "Friday... 3pm."

"Cool. Same as dance team."

"That's gonna be a lot of nerves in one tiny dorm room."

"Oh tell me about it." The interaction with Natasha had riled Kaia up more than she wanted to admit, and she was in desperate need of a distraction. "I see a giant cardboard cut out of Taylor Swift over there. Wanna go be a Swiftie with me?" Kaia asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Is that even a question?!" Yelena was practically dragging Kaia by her elbow, ignoring the brunette's protests to slow down. Their love of dance may not be shared, but their love of all things music sure was.

-⧗-

"My hands are shaking so much I can barely braid." Yelena had been pacing up and down in front of the mirror for twenty minutes as her hands anxiously twisted her hair into a tight braid.

Kaia watched her, almost feeling the anxiety radiating off her as she stretched on the small strip of floor between their beds. She turned her body from her straddle stretch into her right split, rolling her shoulders and crossing her arms over so her hips stayed square the whole time.

"How are you so calm?" The blonde asked as she caught sight of Kaia in the mirror.

The latter burst out laughing. "Oh trust me, I'm really not. I'm just hiding it well." It was true. On the outside, she remained poised and calm, her face how it would be on any other Friday. But inside it felt like a heard of wild elephants had been released in her stomach as her heart stammered in her chest.

The steady motion as she put herself through her stretch and warm up routine helped ease Kaia's nerves as she focused more on each movement than she did on her racing heart.

As several bones in her spine clicked as she contorted her body into her impressive needle, Kaia let out a groan and let go of her leg. "I can't actually believe I willingly signed up for this."

Yelena turned around, her hands now halfway down her incomplete braid. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Kai started, moving to grab her pointe shoes so she couldn't quickly warm up. "I purposely chose to spend the next two hours of my life with your sister. And now that I actually say it out loud, that sounds insane."

"It's only two hours. You've survived full days with her before. And when you get back, we can order pizza and have a movie and pamper night."

"Okay that's a good deal. How long is your session."

Yelena pulled the small elastic from between her teeth and secured the end of one braid before starting the second. "It's only one and a half hours. So I'll be here when you finish." Kaia nodded, rotating her ankles in circles to prepare for pointe.

The pair worked in silence for a few minutes, with Yelena quickly getting into her soccer practice shorts and jersey whilst Kaia wriggled into her tights and leotard.

She usually wasn't this formal to normal dance rehearsals, but she had to make the best impression if she even stood a chance with Natasha and her ruthlessness. Kaia knew just how tough she was going to be, and she had to be prepared to do everything and anything that Natasha asked her to. Now was not the time for failure.

Yelena left a few minutes before Kaia needed to and they both shared a good luck hug, with Kaia kissing her best friend on the cheek like they usually did. Yelena wasn't a fan of hugging or anything like that, but it always felt right with Kaia.

The brunette checked the contents of her dance bag for the fifth time, repacking her tap shoes in their little bag and rechecking she had extra bobby pins in her tin. Her back was zipped up for the final time before she slipped on her converse checked her hair in the mirror. Her leotard and tights were hidden beneath a pair of sweatpants and she'd rolled an extra sports tank top into her back for afterwards.

"You've got this. It's just Natasha. Show her what you can do."

-⧗-

The sports and performance facilities at Pale Oak University were state of the art. They'd received a large grant from the government when Natasha was a freshman, so each studio was fully furnished with smooth polished floors and full size mirrors.

Kaia followed the arrows marked 'dance team tryouts' and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. With every step she took, her heart thumped in her chest so hard she thought it might rip her leotard.

The changing room air was thick with hairspray as she pushed open the door. Her eyes darted across the fifty or so dancers who were anxiously fixing already perfect hair or chatting in small groups. The medium sized room was quite crowded, so Kaia found an empty corner and slipped onto the bench, keeping to herself. She was usually chatty before performances, but each girl here was competition, and there were plenty of individuals that Natasha would love. It would be a knock to her confidence if Kaia didn't make the team.

As she zipped her phone into a small pocket on the side of her bag, a message from Yelena popped up on her screen. She punched out a quick reply with a smile before putting it away. Kaia took a deep breath and observed the room once more, sizing up her competition.

A tall blonde caught her eye. She was muscular but slim with strong lines and Kaia could tell just by looking at her that she had good technique. Natasha was going to love her. The brunette watched her closely, studying how she interacted with the girls around her. She seemed sweet, but Kaia could see a falseness to the way she acted, and her smile seemed too fake. A clear example of someone who clawed her way to the top and trampled anyone who got in her way.

"Hey! Kaia right?" An excited voice came from beside her. Kaia snapped out of her trance and turned to see Wanda grinning widely. "I'm so glad I found you. This place is a maze."

"Hey Wanda." Kaia observed the energetic girl beside her. "How are you not nervous?" Wanda seemed to have a lot of energy and was bouncing around as she peeled off her sweatpants and adjusted her tights. She'd chosen a wine red leotard with crossed straps across the back and Kaia couldn't help but admire it. She looked pretty.

"Oh I am! I just get bubbly when I'm nervous." She flashed a sheepish smile and took a seat beside Kaia, their hips touching in the cramped space. "I hope they're not too ruthless in there. I have no idea what to expect." Wanda was sweet but a bit naive and Kaia just hoped Natasha didn't truly eat her alive in the audition process.

The door swung open and very quickly the chatter died down. Every head in the room turned to Maria who was standing with a clipboard, her oversized black dance team hoodie almost reaching the end of her shorts.

"Are you all here for dance team tryouts?" A chorus of 'yes' answered her and she smiled, quickly scanning the room. Her eyes caught Kaia's and she smiled softly, easing the nervous Russian's nerves. Maybe there was someone on the panel who didn't completely hate her guts.

"I'm just gonna give you a brief overview of how these next couple of hours are going to go. I'll take you through to studio three, and we will do a quickly warm up before I teach you a combination. You'll have twenty minutes to run it in groups before the panel over in studio two will watch you in groups of three." Murmurs slowly spread along rows of girls until Maria shushed them. "Whoever makes it through that round will then be called in one by one to show your solos. Results should be up on Monday."

"She seems so chill dumping all of this on us at once." Wanda whispered, making Kaia nod.

"At least Natasha isn't teaching us the combo. We escaped that one." Kaia didn't fancy being singled out that early on. Maria seemed a bit more chilled out, so maybe today wouldn't be as bad as she thought.

Sticking herself somewhere in the middle of the studio, near-ish to the front so she could see Maria - some of the other dancers were very tall - Kaia rolled her shoulders and shook out her whole body, effectively shaking off the nerves. She'd been in countless auditions but it never seemed to get any easier.

With Wanda on her right and a gorgeous dark-skinned girl on her left, Kaiiarina let her body lead her through the warm up. Everything slipped away when she danced, hence why it became her therapy. It was just her in the room now, and occasionally Maria when they had to move into a different stretch.

The combination wasn't too difficult to pick up, at least not for Kaia. Wanda had a little trouble with the turns section so Kaia assisted her in the break, helping with her arm placement so her movements looked more fluid.

There were sixteen counts of improv at the start of the music... Kaia's time to prove herself. She'd spent too many hours dancing however her heart wanted to in the comfort of a private studio space for this to go wrong. She knew how to feel for the music, to let it seep into her muscles and control her body whilst she sat back and embraced it. Dancing was almost second nature to her now and she couldn't think of anything better.

They were split into groups by the places they had picked, so Wanda and Kaia automatically were placed in a group together, along with a dark blonde girl named Cora. She didn't smile, despite Wanda's bubbly efforts to make her feel welcome.

Kaia placed her antisocial behaviour down to nerves, knowing that people often were more closed off when faced with competition. She didn't want to judge her character too quickly.

One by one, Maria called a group into the next room. Kaia's group were number eight so she took the time to mark through the combination, the set music playing in her head. She watched her reflection like a hawk, hearing her old dance teacher's voices echoing their corrections.

She engaged her ribs when she contracted forwards, placed her hands with every movement, made sure her shoulders were relaxed. Even tiny things that wouldn't be noticeable, she corrected herself on, the perfectionist within her taking full control.

Everyone in the room had been blocked out, including Wanda. She may be a friend now, but she was still competition. She could still take a spot that was meant for Kaia.

25 minutes later, Maria came back into the room once more, calling for group eight. Kaia was taken by surprise when a hand quickly squeezed hers and she looked up to find Wanda grinning back at her.

"I was watching you practice just then. They'd be dumb not to take you based on this round alone."

Kaia smiled, although it didn't quite meet her eyes. She knew she was already at a disadvantage to the other girls, but it lit a fire within her that was driving her forwards. "Thanks Wanda. You looked really good too."

Studio two had been set up to resemble a theatre, the stage lighting shining on the designated dance floor as well as the judging panel. As Kaia walked into the room, she immediately saw Natasha.

Red hair curled, the same oversized football jersey resting over the top of a pair of black lululemon shorts. She was taking a sip of her drink when she spotted the next group and her face visibly darkened as she saw Kaia.

But the brunette didn't let that phase her. She ignored the judging panel, except when she had to state her name. The mirror behind the panel had been curtained off, so she really had to trust herself to perform flawlessly.

The three girls took their positions in the centre, Kaia in the middle but slightly upstage so she could see where Wanda and Cora were as they danced.

There were a few moments of deafening silence before the music started and Kaia felt as though her breathing was echoing around the room. But she held her starting position strong, waiting for the music to set her free.

Kaia pushed and pushed through her body, executing each movement with perfection. Her lines were flawless, emotion flickering across her face as she truly moved to the music. Natasha's eyes were on her almost constantly and Kaia had grown used to that feeling over the years. There could be no mistakes now. The slightest wobble would give the redhead a valid reason to cut Kaia from the team.

She leaped and turned and stretched, feeling the music flow through her veins, pushing her beyond her limits. She stayed aware of her spacing, leaping into a fiery front ariel just before the beginning of the combination.

Natasha sat behind the desk with a stoic face, but inside she was rattled. She'd watched Kaia for years, but nothing truly prepared her for the maturity expressed within her dancing today. She wasn't the annoying fifteen year old anymore. Kaia truly was an exceptional dancer, which left Natasha feeling disgruntled but rather smug.

There was no applause as her group finished, just the sounds of pens scratching across the paper as the four judges made their notes. They were given the nod by Maria and returned back into the changing room.

Kaia gulped down some water, her throat suddenly thick and cottony from dancing so hard. Wanda disappeared into the bathroom which gave the Russian a few moments to think. She analysed her performance in her head, a terribly bad habit that she couldn't break. She beat herself up over the tiniest wobble or mistake and it would eat her alive for weeks.

She was kicking herself over the ending of the turns sequence, knowing she could have finished them cleaner. Natasha would have noticed for sure.

Wanda was good at reading people, so by the time she came back and noticed Kaia's dejected mood, she allowed the girl some time to herself.

Ten minutes passed before everyone was back in studio two for the results of the first round. Some girls would walk away from today feeling disappointed, and Kaia prayed she wouldn't be one of them. It would knock her confidence into the ground.

"Thank you all so much for coming," Natasha's raspy voice called out. "Unfortunately, not all of you will be moving on to the solo round. So if I don't call your name, please collect your things and follow the arrows back outside. We appreciate how many of you turned up today, and there was a lot of talent, which made our decision really hard."

Maria shuffled the papers on her clipboard, just double checking everything was correct. "So, in no particular order, the first dancer we want to call back is..."

Names were being read out but Kaia was deaf to them. Her heartbeat rang inside her head and the bright stage lights seemed dazzlingly brighter than normal. She vaguely heard Wanda's name and smiled subconsciously, knowing the girl deserved to go through.

She focused back in at the last two names, a sinking feeling taking its hold in her stomach as she knew she'd run out of time. Clearly Natasha had more power than she knew.

"And our last dancer to go through to the solo round is... Kaiiarina Lenkova."

Kaia saw only one thing as her name was called out. Natasha stared directly at her, one perfect eyebrow raised as if to say 'prove yourself.'