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[bewitched-hours]

Sigma idea alert

Chance x Jerk Reader( who low-key hates Chance but can somewhat tolerate Chance)

Ok so Reader is a jerk simply said, don't like people, and has absolutely no filter when it comes to stating opinion But chance, their on the top of Reader's PMO list, like we can't stand him( probably cos we have a big fat crush on them WHO SAID THAT!!)

Anyways any physical contact with Chance will lead to them basically mentally exploding and Chance K.Oed on the floor . So Chance sees that if other people touch reader no crashout occurs, so chance being the gambler he is decides to fuck around and find out, so during intermissions He decides to do a sneak hug from the back and reader well, Brain black out, goes Bright red and a blushing mess before having a Crashout and Chance is K.Oed on the floor in Peter Griffin form

Cue Shedletsky telling them that they really need to regulate their feelings better while Reader is a blushing crashing out cos they just bodied their crush dawg

... That ain't jerk(at least not fully)- That's the tsundere trope- ANON YOU'RE ASKING FOR- Ahem- I love tsunderes of any type when done right so I shall do them justice-

Reader gets She/They pronouns~

You've never been good with feelings.

Most people just saw you as a jerk. You didn't care.

Even when you've grown to enjoy someone's company like a friend, you weren't the type to show it easily.

But when you were dragged into this endless game of cat and mouse, you've had to slowly open up to other survivors and help them more. You were a healer after all.

You'd consider few of them actual friends though. 007n7, Shedletsky, maybe Dusekkar. The pumpkin guy was pretty cool in your opinion.

And then there was Chance. Annoying at first but you figured he wasn't too bad after he saved you a couple times.

But you quickly grew a crush on him and everything just seemed more annoying about him. You'd get weirdly warm inside near him and his stupid remarks left you wanting to punch his face. And if he touched you? He'd be on the floor in seconds.

It was a surprise you weren't a sentinel instead-

But unfortunately for you, Chance liked seeing you as a challenge. Not that he didn't like you but he saw you as as a fun partner to tease because of your reactions and the fact you were physically stronger than him.

But he saw you take touch from the others without issue so he thought it was just dumb luck hat you happened to attack him of all people... Even though that wasn't it at all...

And being the gambler he is, he took his chances whenever he could. Just that today, he decided to take a different approach.

Today you had been pretty sore from running around for so many rounds in a row and began stretching to ease the tension in your muscles. Chance looked on with a mischievous sparkle under his shades as he approached, silently begging Shedletsky not to alert you as the chicken man was letting you vent out your frustrations.

"It's not like I've got anything against the kid but with the amount of times I almo-" You choked on your words as you suddenly found yourself trapped in a bear hug and wiggled sideways to see Chance's face WAY too close to yours as your face flared up like a tomato.

You became a stuttering mess, demanding to be let go immediately before managing to knock Chance off and get him to the ground like you were one of the killers. Just that Chance luckily wasn't dead.

Shedletsky could only watch awkwardly before you attempted to rush off and he stopped you on the way to your cabin.

"[Reader], I think we should talk about what's going on with you and Chance." He stated, holding your wrist to prevent you from going further as you seemed pretty pissed.

You tried to pull your arm back but he didn't let you, showing he was being serious. And that didn't happen a lot with you. "... Fine. But it's not my fault he makes me feel all warm inside and pissing me off with that damn smile of his!" You blurted those words out like it was the most frustrating thing ever but Shed couldn't help but stare blankly for a while until...

"[Reader]... Do you have a crush on Chance?" His words made your face turn beet red as you slowly realized he might be right. "NO- NONONONONONO- I am NOT crushing on him! If anything I would crush his head between my hands and-" Your words died out as your mind had wandered to more romantic topics and you stomped the ground in anger.

Shedletsky couldn't help but laugh at your realization, taking your half-hearted hits as you whined. "Nooo~! I can't fall in love with someone like him!" You protested, groaning and whining until a voice reached out behind Shedletsky.

"Someone like who~?" Chance was quick to recover apparently and had secretly snuck up to eavesdrop. Though you quickly threw a rock at him with incredible aim and had him holding his forehead. "O-okay... That one was deserved-" He chuckled lightly, watching Shedletsky let go of your wrist and instead give you a stern look before sighing.

"You two. Talk it out. I'll go back and grab a medkit just in case." He headed off, ignoring your stuttering protests as you reached out to stop him in a slight panic.

You waited in stunned silence until he was out of sight and Chance started getting his cocky grin again. "No need to hide your true feelings from me, [Reader]~ You know I love you just the same!" He made your face heat up again and although you wanted to give into the urge to punch him again, you just huffed instead and looked to the side bashfully.

"S-so what...?" You stammered out quietly, closing your eyes as you tried your best to keep up your stubborn toughness. But Chance was actually surprised by the honesty.

"Wait- wait- wait- FOR REAL??? You're not joking???" He asked, hesitating to grab your hands for once as he noticed your hesitation to punch him again. He seemed almost excited as you peeked open an eye to look at him.

That glint of genuine care and admiration behind his glasses shone out brighter to you than any sun could and it only made you huff again. "I... Guess you're... Cute... And kinda funny... And sweet..." You choked out slight praises that seemed to only make him happier. You both liked and hated the warmth spreading in your chest especially with that dumb attitude of his that made you feel soft...

Before you knew it, he was checking around and cupping your face with his hands with an excited grin. A genuine one, rather than the usually playful one you were used to. "Please let me kiss you!" He exclaimed with such confidence that it almost startled you.

After some stammering though, you quickly leaned against him and kissed him first to shock him for once.

... Unlucky for you, it only made him more giddy as he dragged you off towards his cabin feeling like he won the jackpot...

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[edwardhartenjoyer]

Ok I'm back, I need a reader who is indifferent about her death and even goes so far as to joke about it, as if death is the simplest and most normal thing for her🤷‍♀️ I would be very happy if you could do it with anyone you want from each house, thank youuuu<3🤧

Hi again!!! I like this idea. I hope you like what I did with it!

Featuring: Luca | Ren | Zenji | Sho | Yuri | Romeo | Rui

Lucas Errant - You knew realistically you should be scared and freaked out about the fact that you were going to die in a few months time, but it just seemed so surreal that all you could do was just, try to make light of it.

"I'm sorry this mission didn't reveal anything else about your curse MC..." Luca apologized as you followed him into his dorm. You shrugged, you were used to not finding anything helpful to your case at this point.

"It's okay, I'm used to it. I guess this means you're still inheriting my stuff." You joked, making Luca pause.

"What?" He asked, looking at you with concern.

"Well, when I kick the bucket, I don't want my stuff just thrown out, and you are my boyfriend, so you get my things." You explained. He got a sad look and pulled you close into a hug.

"MC, don't say such things. We'll find a cure for you. I promise I will protect you from this." He vowed. Another joke came to your mind, but seeing how sad he seemed at the last one, you decided not to share and just hugged him back.

Ren Shiranami - "Hey, that's not fair!" You huffed, dropping the game controller onto th bed in front of you. You'd just been about to win when Ren threw an item at you to stun you, letting him steal the win.

"How is that not fair? It's literally the game mechanics?" Ren frowned.

"It's not fair because I'm dying. You're supposed to let dying people win." You pouted. Ren fell silent and stared at you. "What? If I got to get something out of this curse, then it at least better be winning competitions. I don't care if it's from pitty, at least I'd win." You teased.

"You're not going to die." Ren huffed, "Someone will find your cure."

"Well, if they don't, tell people I always kicked your ass at videogames. Ready for the next round?" You asked, but frowned in confusion when Ren turned the game off. You looked over to him.

"Don't joke about this. This is your life. You're going to live." He accused. "You're not dying on me... You're the only bearable person in this stupid school.." he muttered.

You slowly leaned into him, resting your head onto his shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you upset."

"Just...don't die on me.."

"Yeah...I won't.."

Zenji Kotodama - "Zenji?" You asked, looking up at the ghost as he hovered nearby you. The two of you were seated on the docks of Hotarubi, enjoying the light rain as Zenji practised on his biwa.

"Yes doll?"

"Is it, weird, being a ghost?"

"I find myself forgetting quite often, Doll, at least until the topic of my name comes up or my inability to bring you into my arms. Why?" He replied.

"I was curious, since maybe I'll get to be a ghost with you soon." You replied, shrugging. A panicked look quickly crossed his features.

"Are you alright, Doll?? Is someone threatening you?? Do you need me to get Haku???" Zenji asked in a rush, instantly worried about you.

You quickly shook your head. "No, no, I'm okay for now. I just meant that when my curse kills me, maybe I'll get to be a ghost with you. I bet Haku would love having me haunt him." You joked.

Zenji grew a serious look on his face as he came down to be eye level with you. "Doll, do not speak like that, for it makes my heart weep for you. You will not die. I will not allow it, Haku will not allow it, all of us ghouls, divided as we are, will not allow it."

He raised his hands to rest them against your face, and even though you couldn't feel them, the gesture was noted. "Promise me you will not talk like this anymore, my dearest." He pleaded.

"I promise." You whispered in reply. He nodded, satisfied.

"Now, how about I lift the spirits by regailing you with my latest masterpiece?"

Yuri Isami - "Yurrriii~," you whined, walking down into the labs of Mortkranken.

"What is it?!" The doctor snapped, looking up from whatever experiment he had been working on.

"I've got killer cramps, and I need pain meds." You flopped into a chair next to him and sighed dramatically to emphasize your point.

"Well, why didn't you just text me?! Hurting yourself more by coming here! I could have had Jiro bring you some!" He ranted, though he did go off to get you some painkillers to help you.

"Wanted to see you." You mumbled, smiling to yourself at the flustered look the doctor gained.

"Here! Now stop causing yourself more harm over petty things! I could come visit you if you desire to see me so badly!" Yuri huffed, handing you some pills. You happily took them.

"Ugh, at least the benefit of being dead soon is I won't have cramps anymore." You sighed. Yuri tensed next to you and shot you an incredulous look.

"How can you joke about this?! You are not dying on me! The great Yuri Isami does not let his patients die!"

You shrugged. "It's just a fact, Yuri. I might die, and at least then, no more periods."

Yuri frowned more. "So you think I'm incapable or creating a cure for you?!"

"No, I know you're more than capable. I'm not doubting you Yuri."

"Good. Then I want no more talk of this. And since you decided to wander here while in pain just to see me, you can spend the rest of the day here under observation. To make sure you're not hurting any more."

You smiled softly "Yes Yuri."

Shohei Haizono - "Sho, you are the most incredible person ever." You complemented as he set down a plate of food in front of you. He let out a small huff of laughter.

"You just say that because I feed you." He shook his head, smiling at you.

"Yes, but that's also why it's true. Nobody else is lining up to give me the most amazing food I've ever tasted for free." You replied around a mouthful of food.

Sho just rolled his eyes. "You're already dating me. You don't need to layer on the flattery."

"But I do, got to remind you that you have standards to live up to." You joked. "Ugh, the worst part about dying soon is not getting to keel eating your food."

Sho's smile quickly dropped as he became concerned. "Hey, if you're worried about your curse, you can talk to me."

"I'm not worried. It's just another thing I have to deal with." You replied with a shrug, making Sho frown more.

"Hey, if that's how you need to feel about to get through the day, then I won't tell you not to. But if you need to, I'm always here for you to talk to, okay?" He pleaded. You met his gaze and nodded.

"Okay."

He smiled again. "Good. Now, finish up, I've got a new dessert for you to try too."

Romeo Lucci - "Let that sit on your face and don't you dare touch it." Romeo ordered, backing away from you as he finished putting a beauty mask onto your face.

You finally relented to let him give you a 'spa day' of what he goes through for his skin care routine.

"I still don't get the point of this. You just let a wet piece of paper sit on your face?" You questioned, earning an irritated glare from him.

"Don't talk so much, or you'll mess it up. It's more than a wet piece of paper, you BB!!" He snapped. "It will make your skin much nicer, among other things."

You rolled your eyes, though a fond smile for your boyfriend and his obsessions crossed your features. "Still, I don't see the point. Nobody will know I had nice skin when I'm dead in a few months." You joked.

He paused and turned to look at you with a scowl. "You think I'm putting all this work into you just to let you die?!?! Think again, BB!!"

You shrugged. "It's a possibility. And watch that face, you'll give yourself wrinkles~" you teased.

He huffed and spun away from you, disappearing for a moment before coming back into the room, his expression back to normal. "I am not going to let you die. End of story. So I am giving you good skin, so when you and I get married at the end of this you will look as flawless as I do." He explained.

You quirked your brow at him. "Married huh?"

"I'm not putting this much effort into someone I don't intend on keeping around." He huffed in reply, seating himself down next to you. "Now stop talking and messing up your mask."

You let out a snort of laughter. "Love you too Romeo."

Rui Mizuki - "Hey Cutie!~ Having a good day?" Rui greeted as you entered his bar.

You smiled at him and slid onto one of the seats. "As good a day as I can have. Had a killer headache earlier." You pouted.

"Aww, I'm sorry, you should have let me know! I would have brought you over some stuff." He pouted playfully at you. "I could have been your doting caretaker."

You laughed softly and shook your head. "It's okay, i took some painkillers and feel better now. Gotta say, the one nice thing about dying soon is no more headaches." You joked.

Rui tensed up. "Hey Cutie, don't go joking about that. Maybe that's your way of coping, but it isn't funny for those of us who care about you." He said gently. "Nobody here wants to see you die. You'll break my heart if you do."

"Well, I would hate to break your heart. It's my most prized possession.." you replied, grinning at him.

His smile returned, and he winked at you. "That's my girl~"

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IF UR BOYFRIEND FINDS OUT, HE'LL KILL ME TOO

Okok I got the idea based on this song, ok?(◞‸◟ㆀ) and since this song includes cheating...Yeah. So warning is that reader is piece of shit here, kinda suggestive. Hope y'all enjoy tho! Tagging: @shintaru @bfwooin @zyart-jpg @sunariiiiiiin @bunnygirlgonewild @erisawrites dividers by @cafekitsune

Joker:

Joker has been in love with you for years now, since you two were middle schoolers throughout your adulthood. He has always had this silly crush on you but this baby never managed to confess to you due to his shyness and his hesitation on entering in the relationship—he truly didn't have time for that, after all.

But then, you got into relationship with another guy, Hyunjae was his name. You looked so...happy with him, laughing at his jokes, always wearing smile whenever you were with him, holding hands like typical cute couple, sharing food, kissing him deeply in the public as if to make sure everyone knows you're his. And that haunted Hajun like endless nightmare he just couldn't get out of. Of course, he doesn't blame you for this, he doesn't blame your boyfriend either. I mean, who wouldn't want you? You're gorgeous, you're stunning, you're smart, funny, kind, adorable and whatnot? In everyone's eyes, at least in Hajun's eyes, you're ray of sunshine, an angel sent by gods themselves.

And that same angel, you, haunted his mind even when he should have forgotten about you. You already have boyfriend, you've already found the love of your life so why? Why can't Hajun get you out of his mind? Why is his heart still beating for you? Why does he have affection saved up just for you? Why is he imagining himself in the place of your boyfriend, holding your hand, kissing you, being the reason of your smile? Why? Why? Why?!

And it bothers him so much. He's not type of man that will interfere in someone else's relationship, not the type to disrespect your relationship with Hyunjae like that. But...God. When you wave at him whenever you see him, when you still smile at him like you always used to, when you still watch his races to show your support...He, even though he's ashamed of it, has wished you'd break up with your boyfriend and run in his arms.

Today though, you invited him to the party you were holding in the club. It was just the meeting of classmates together, catching up with each other's lives and etc. To be honest, Hajun wouldn't even come to the party if it wasn't for you. He didn't necessarily like rest of his classmates except you.

Everyone was busy gossiping, laughing, sharing stories, drinking and playing games. Hajun, himself, has drank quite lot since he couldn't listen to all the bullshit with sober mind. Even while seeing this, some of your classmates still asked him questions to the point of overwhelming him.

"So, Hajun, where are you working?"

"Are you still struggling financially?"

"How are your brothers?"

"Do you work out a lot? You've grown so tall and muscular!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I saw you in the TV. You're in that stupid cycling competition?"

"I saw guys from your crew. Man, they're hot. Can you give us their number?"

Fuck it. Hajun stood up and left for the bathroom. He didn't care about girls whining, telling him to come back. All he wanted was to get away from this annoying loud noises. His vision was bit blurry, his cheeks flushed as he started to feel sleepy. Gosh, he shouldn't have drank this much, but oh well, it was too late now.

He opened the bathroom's door, praying there wasn't anyone inside but the water running proved him opposite. You were there, splashing water on your face, your cheeks flushed as you were hiccuping a little. You were just as drunk as he was.

At the sound of door opening, you turned your head to face him. "Hajun?" You asked, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision from water droplets. He nodded his head and stepped in the bathroom, turning the water on from the sink right next to you.

"Did you get drunk too?" You asked, grabbing the sink as if it could wake you up from your drunken state.

"Yeah." He answered, splashing the cold water on his face.

You bit your lip, avoiding eye contact with him. "I'm...glad you're having fun." You said, your breathing was uneven, suddenly feeling hot for whatever reason.

"Not really..." He replied, staring at the water in his hands. "They're being...too much, you know. Asking tons of questions and shit talking for nothing."

You awkwardly chuckled. "Well, that's how they always were."

You looked up at him, watching the way water droplets fell from his face, running on his jaw. And gosh, this is first time you've seen Hajun with flushed cheeks. He always had that reserved expression but now...He looked so different. Was this your hormones speaking? Maybe. Yet you found yourself clenching your thighs together.

As if sensing your eyes on him, he glanced at you. But you immediately turned your gaze away, which caused him to raise eyebrow at you. "Are you alright?"

You breathed heavily, your heart fluttering and beating loudly in your chest. You couldn't answer him.

Hajun turned the water off, turning his whole body to face you, stepping towards you. "What's wrong?" He asked so gently, with that soft tone he always used while talking to you.

"I...Well..." You hesitated, cursing yourself in your head. What were you even thinking about, honestly? Has alcohol lowered your inhibitions? Has it increased your estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone? Why does everything feel so lustful now? You gulped, staring at Hajun in his eyes. "Can you...crouch down?" You asked.

Hajun, without a single hesitation, crouched down to your eye level—probably expecting some sort of explanation, or maybe, he was also too busy holding back from touching you and this definitely didn't help.

You stood on your tiptoes slightly, your lips meeting his in silent, short peck of kiss that you aren't even sure why you left in the first place. You backed away, your cheeks flushing even more now. While Hajun...He was in shock at your actions, trying to process the situation, but it didn't take long for him to grab your waist and pull you flat against him, his lips immediately crashing onto yours like starved wild beast, landing the most breathtaking kiss you've ever had on your lips.

You let out small moan in his mouth, your hands reaching his hair as you pulled him closer, returning the kiss. And gosh, the way his jaw moved, the way his lips took control over your entire body, the way his hands almost trembled against you as if he was touching something sacred and holy. Has he always been such a good kisser? You have never asked yourself this question but now...Fuck, only he is in your mind right now.

Hajun picked you up in his arms with an ease, his hands boldly resting on your butt as you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his upper body muscles as if they were god-made.

"We shouldn't be doing this." You whispered.

"We shouldn't." He agreed. "But, fuck, it's late to back out now."

Wooin:

The sunlight seeped through the curtains, painting the room in golden light. Birds chirped outside as if celebrating something. The fluffy bed felt more comfortable than ever, pillow cool just for your comfort. Blanket dropped over your naked body.

But your feeling of solace was cut short when you felt the weight on your chest, unmoving yet heavy.

You glanced down at your chest and saw no one other than Wooin, quietly sleeping while using you as a body pillow. He looked so...relaxed and vulnerable compared to other times. His glasses has been put aside, his hair messy, his neck filled with love bites, scratches complimenting his back.

Upon seeing that sight, the memories of last night rushed to your mind. The argument with your boyfriend, him going to his work, you calling Wooin to relieve your stress and then...that.

You didn't mean the situation to come to this. Or maybe you did. Maybe that's why you called Wooin in the first place but that was hard pill to swallow.

You shifted under his weight to get comfortable, making him crunch his eyebrows in disdain. You reached for your phone to check what time it was. But the messages from your boyfriend caught your attention instead.

"I'm sorry for yesterday, love. I was wrong for yelling at you." 06:10am.

"Lemme make it up to you ok?" 06:10am.

"I'll take you to your favorite restaurant when I come back, alr? I'm sorry again. Love you." 06:11am.

You have no idea where you even found the audacity to text back, considering the filthy acts you did with another man, but you couldn't hold yourself back from replying.

"Ah, sure. It's fine, I forgave you. Love you too<3" 06:55am.

"Who are you texting?" Sudden raspy, sleepy voice startled you. Wooin has opened his eyes already, his mind still waking up from his slumber.

You scoffed. "My boyfriend. Who else?"

Wooin sniffled a breathy laugh, his face nuzzling further between your chest. "You're laying naked with me but textin' another man?"

You went quiet. Well, considering actual situation, Wooin was the another man...But it's better to don't remind him of that. So you sighed and put your phone aside, shifting your weight towards him. "He'll come soon.."

"And I already did." Wooin shrugged.

"Not that kind of come, stupid." You flicked his forehead, making him groan in discomfort.

"So what if he comes?" He groaned, refusing to get up from your chest. "Why does it matter? You cheated and you can just break up with him now."

"I did not—"

"Oh yes, you did. You cheated, sweetheart. Don't try to gaslight me just because you're in denial." He murmured, smirk sickly stretching on his lips.

You sighed in frustration, throwing your head deeper in the pillow. "I can't just...break up with him. And I don't want him to know about us."

"Oh yeah?" He raised his head, resting his chin on your chest now instead of his cheek. "Then what are you gonna do? Keep this shit up? Calling me over every single time he goes to work, begging me to fuck you?"

You bit your lip, unable to say anything. What were you even supposed to say? Nothing. You couldn't. There's no justification for what you did, no justification for how you were gonna hurt your boyfriend despite any choice you'd make.

Seeing your reaction, Wooin couldn't help but chuckle. "You should have thought about his feelings before calling me."

Hyuk:

Now, to say that Hyuk was obsessed with you...wouldn't be wrong at all. He has known you since the times he was being raised in Spain. Your families were very close, you see. You were always such a sweetheart to him, even if he was twisted asshole since his childhood, always taking your toys without your permission and sometimes even making you cry. But then he would give you flowers as an apology so you would play with him again.

You always tried to introduce him to your friends, just so he could have more people around him, but somehow he always managed to offend them. And even if you knew that Hyuk wasn't easy person to befriend, other kids always treated him unjustly—attacking his nationality, saying he should get lost from Spain and return to Korea, calling him mean names and whatnot. But Hyuk never bothered to defend himself, mostly because he couldn't even understand where the hate was coming from, he couldn't even process the bullying emotionally at all.

But you stuck with him, you stood up for him even though you'd smack him in the head next minute for dirtying your toy. And throughout from his childhood to his adulthood, you stayed with him. So how could he not get obsessed with you? He was convinced that you were his and his only.

That is, until you shattered his illusion without even feeling any remorse. Until you got a boyfriend whom you were truly in love with, always yapping about him with Hyuk, canceling your plans with Hyuk just to meet the love of your life, and it bugged Hyuk so much. But what truly pissed him off was your boyfriend asking you to stop talking to him, apparently because your lover didn't like the idea of you having a guy best friend. And like the good little girlfriend you were, you slowly distanced yourself from your childhood friend, even if your heart swelled with guilt.

Oh, he was mad. He was fucking mad. If you were going to abandon him for another man in the end, then why did you even befriend him in the first place? Why did you even walk into his life if you were going to just leave him with nothing but a heartache?

But all this didn't matter anymore, it didn't matter now when he had you in his arms, hiding in the closet while he was stealing moans out of your lips, his mouth on your neck, leaving hickeys to mark you as his.

"H-Hyuk.." You gasped in his ear, fingers tangled in his hair.

He smirked against your neck. He just couldn't hide his amusement. You were telling him about how much you loved your boyfriend months ago but now that you're in his arms, you're moaning his name like a prayer, like you've wanted this for long time. And he, honestly, couldn't understand. If you loved him, then why didn't you tell him? Hyuk would immediately take care of your boyfriend and ensure that you would be with him instead. But no, you had to play stubborn.

Well, he was about to show you how stubborn he was too.

His mouth left your neck, his head straightening to look at you but you didn't even let him say anything—just kissed him deeply. You pulled him closer as if you couldn't get enough of him and god, he was so drunk of you. He couldn't get enough of you himself. Your kisses, your hands, your lips, your neck, your hips, you sweet voice when you called out his name, your flushed cheeks...He wanted to devour them all.

He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, making you gasp. And he could taste the banana (trauma flashbacks) you ate earlier, causing him to groan.

But you pulled away to catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down as you try to get more air in your lungs. "...Shouldn't you be going?" You asked him, your fingers loosening from his hair.

"Hm? Why?" He raised an eyebrow at you. Surely you didn't expect him to leave now, did you?

"My boyfriend will be out of the shower soon—"

"So what?"

"What do you mean by 'so what'? We'll get caught—"

"Gosh, shut up." He snarled, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You were taken aback by his snap, but didn't say anything in return. "Just shut up about him already. You always talk about him. Every single damn time I'm with you, you never shut up about him." He breaths shakily, his grip on you tightening. "Fuck...How do you expect me to leave now? You've ghosted me for months. Months. And now that I finally have you back, you're expecting me to leave wordlessly and pretend this never happened?!"

"I...That's not what I meant." You replied. But honestly, you were at loss of words. Has he been feeling like this all this time? This intensely? You gulped, bit of guilt spilling in your heart.

"Then what do you mean?" He asked you, as if he was truly desperate for answers.

But you remained silent. What were you even supposed to say? There was no justification for what you were doing—cheating, that's only what it was. Nothing with Hyuk was supposed to be special when you had boyfriend, but fuck, you couldn't resist him either.

Hyuk observed your face well before letting out a sigh, swear he was gonna crash out if you felt guilty for what you were doing with him now. "Do you love me?" He asked you, landing a kiss on your neck again.

"Of course, I do—"

And that was it.

That was enough for Hyuk to crash his lips into yours once again, stealing all the air from your lungs, making your knees weak as he claimed you, marked you as his with this kiss—possessive.

He broke the kiss then, but he hasn't pulled away from you, his lips still touching yours. "Then break up with him." He panted. "Break up and become mine."

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Too Far

Wen Junhui (Seventeen) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,707 Genre: Fluff, angst, smut AUs: Roommates to lovers, coworkers to lovers, non-idol AU, office AU Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Summary: When your friend suggested letting the new intern in your company's legal department move in with you, you had your doubts. As time went on, though, the two of you grew closer than you ever could have anticipated. The only problem was that you were certain that he didn't see you the same way you saw him.

Warnings: Miscommunications, love that's believed to be unrequited but isn't, jealousy, smut (unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral, multiple orgasms, Junhui gets possessive). If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

Nets: @cosyhomenet, @winerys-collection, @svthub

A/N: This fic is my submission for the "That's Showbiz, Baby!" collab, hosting by the absolutely wonderful @diamonddaze01 and @studioeisa. Participating in this collab was such an honor, and some of my favorite ficblr memories came from this opportunity. Thank you to Tara and Kae for hosting! If you guys enjoy this fic, please check out the other works in the collab masterlist, found here. So many brilliant writers participated in this collab, and they deserve all the love that this site has to give.

Taglist: @xomakara, @chugging-antiseptic-dye, @okiedokrie-main, @notyourjaem, @ikeukiss, @shadowkoo, @gyubakeries

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When you got a call from Tzuyu at 10 PM on a random Saturday, you knew immediately that she was going to ask you for a favor. That was basically the only reason she ever called you, and it made you wonder if maintaining a friendship with her was even worth it anymore. But that was a concern for another time. First, you figured you should probably answer the phone and see what she wanted this time.

“Hi!” Tzuyu said, far too chipper for the time of night.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“I just need a teeny tiny favor,” she said quickly.

“What is it?”

“So, you know Junhui?”

“The new legal intern?”

“Yeah, I guess. So, he’s looking for a place to stay, and-”

“No.”

“Come on, (Y/N), please?” Tzuyu begged. “He really needs a place. And he already works in the same office! You guys can carpool to work.”

“I don’t even know him that well,” you said. But after thinking about it for a minute, you let out a sigh and asked, “Can I at least have a conversation with him before agreeing to let him live with me?”

“I’ll call him and see when he’s free. Then I’ll call you to schedule something. You’re a lifesaver,” Tzuyu said. “Thank you so much.”

“I didn’t even agree-” you started to say, but before you could finish your sentence, she hung up.

Once your phone was back on your nightstand, you thought about Tzuyu’s request again. Sure, you wanted to help, but you didn’t understand why she didn’t go to someone else. After all, you’d only spoken to Junhui once, when you were introduced by your boss on his first day. Still, you were nothing if not optimistic, and you hoped that if you chose to let Junhui stay with you that it would go well.

When you actually did meet Junhui, it wasn’t a scheduled hangout with Tzuyu like you originally thought it would be. Instead, you bumped into him, literally, as you were walking into work. He slipped on a piece of paper that had fallen onto the floor and took you down with him, spilling your coffee all over the office floor in the process.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, scrambling to regain his footing and help you up. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand before looking up to see one of the most gorgeous men you’d ever seen. You tried not to stare, you really did, but he had the sort of presence that drew you in immediately, so it was really hard not to.

“Are you sure?” he asked, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “You look a little out of it.”

“I was just distracted; I’m fine. Junhui, right?”

“Yeah. You’re (Y/N), right? You work with Seungcheol?”

“Yeah, I do. Do you want some help cleaning up, by the way?”

“That would be great. Thanks.”

With that, you left Junhui where he stood, returning a few minutes later with a mop and bucket. When you saw him again, he had an apologetic smile that made your heart flutter, and you started to rethink your initial “no” to Junhui moving in with you. Sure, you still didn’t love that Tzuyu had brought up the idea of a surprise roommate that you barely knew, but if the guy she had in mind was this sweet and charming, not to mention gorgeous, you figured it really couldn’t be that bad.

A few weeks later, when you formally met Junhui at the café that Tzuyu suggested, you found yourself even less hesitant to let him stay with you. He made you feel at ease when he spoke, the two of you had very similar expectations for roommates, and you genuinely enjoyed his company. By the end of your first café hangout, you were definitely ready to at least consider letting him move in.

Junhui was hesitant to move in with you, to say the least. He barely knew you, and he’d never lived with a roommate before, transitioning right into living on his own after moving out of his parents’ house. As he got to know you better, though, he couldn’t help but think that living with you could actually be fun. The two of you shared a love of music and literature, and you talked endlessly about just about everything, completely forgetting that Tzuyu was even there a few times during your time at the café.

After a few more café meetings with Tzuyu, and a few more with just Junhui, you decided that you were comfortable with the idea of him moving in with you. So, one day after work, as you saw him walking to the bus stop, you approached him and got his attention before asking, “Are you busy tonight?”

“Not really. Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to my apartment with me. I could show you around, and we could discuss you moving in.”

Junhui seemed genuinely surprised but quickly schooled his face back to a neutral expression as he said, “That sounds great.”

With that, you and Junhui walked back to your car together, talking about your days at work. When you got in the car, however, the conversation shifted.

“So,” Junhui said, “How long have you lived in your apartment?”

“About three years,” you answered. “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering. What’s the neighborhood like?”

“Surprisingly peaceful, actually. When I first moved in, I was really nervous because I’d just moved out of a rough neighborhood, but I haven’t had any issues here.”

Junhui visibly relaxed at your answer, and the two of you continued to chat about what your neighborhood was like as you drove back to your apartment. When you got there, you showed him around, and when the tour was done, you sat down on your couch and asked, “So, what do you think of the place?”

“It’s really nice,” he answered. “I love the way you decorated it. It feels cozy. Makes me feel a lot more at ease.”

“Thank you. That was the goal. I always want people to feel at home in my home.”

“That’s beautiful.”

There was a brief but comfortable silence before you said, “So, what do you think about moving in?”

“I think that I’m nervous, if I’m being completely honest, but I also think that we’d be a good fit for each other.”

“I think that I agree.”

After a brief discussion about ground rules, you and Junhui decided that he’d move in with you in a month. In the meantime, you’d rearrange your apartment, gradually helping him transfer his things along with his friend Minghao, who he’d been staying with temporarily until he could find better living arrangements. Tzuyu was also a huge help during the entire process, which you greatly appreciated, considering it was her idea in the first place.

A month later, Junhui moved into your apartment with you, taking the spare bedroom that had been unused since your previous roommate moved out. It took a bit of time to adjust to some of his habits that you didn’t know about, like whispering to himself when he read a book or playing music louder than you were used to when he cleaned, but overall, the two of you got along well. You even started to look forward to spending time with him after work, scheduling weekly game nights and watching movies together when the two of you weren’t busy.

Junhui truly loved living with you. Sure, it took time to adjust to having another person around all the time, something he wasn’t used to since he’d lived alone for most of his adult life, but your game nights were the highlight of his week, and your laugh every time a movie character did something stupid made him feel like he could fly. It was just a matter of time before he developed a crush on you.

As you settled into a routine with Junhui, you couldn’t help but start thinking of him in less than platonic ways. Sure, you knew that it was a bad idea to get romantically involved with your coworker, especially when the two of you lived together, but that didn’t stop your mind from paying extra attention to the way he spoke to you and making connections that you were sure didn’t actually exist, like thinking of the joking flirtation between the two of you as anything but playful banter between friends.

Honestly, you weren’t quite sure when the flirting started. All you knew was that you really liked it and that Junhui probably didn’t mean the things that he said. You also knew that it was incredibly reckless to flirt so shamelessly with someone you knew couldn’t possibly want you the same way you wanted him. But your knowledge that it was a bad idea certainly didn’t stop you from telling him how badly you wanted to show him what was underneath the outfits you wore to work whenever he complimented you on your way out the door in the morning.

A few months after Junhui moved in with you, something happened that surprised you, to say the least. It was one of your weekly game nights, and the two of you flirted just like you always did. This time, however, the end result was very different.

It started with Junhui, who was frustrated that he’d lost a game of Uno, looked at you and said, “Fuck you!”

“Please, you wish,” you retorted.

“Yeah, I kinda do,” he said in response, hoping that you wouldn’t hear or that if you did, you’d take it as a joke.

“Sorry, what was that?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’s nothing.”

“Then why do you look so nervous?” you teased.

“Not nervous. Just mad that you won.”

“Well, get over it because we’re playing again,” you answered, still thrilled that you were victorious.

“I’d love to wipe that smug look off your face,” Junhui said, growing more frustrated than he would have cared to admit, both by your gloating and how adorable you were when you were excited about winning.

“Oh yeah? And how exactly are you planning to do that?” you asked, sensing the change in the energy of the room immediately.

“Maybe with a kiss? What would you say to that?”

You pretended to think for a minute before you said, “I’d say get over here and find out.”

Upon realizing that you also seemed genuinely interested, Junhui panicked, his concern about going too far outweighing his desire to kiss you. Without stopping to think about what would happen, he hurriedly said, “Are you sure?”

Confused by the question, you asked, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. I’m honestly not,” he answered with a laugh, hoping to ease the tension with humor.

“Then don’t fucking say it,” you snapped.

“Fine. I won’t,” Junhui said. A brief awkward silence followed, and when it grew to be too much to bear, he asked, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, of course,” you answered, not really believing your own words.  “I’m going to my room.”

“I thought we were playing another round of Uno.”

“I’m not really feeling up to it anymore. Maybe next week,” you said as you went to your room.

Living with Junhui was awkward after what happened during game night, to say the least. The two of you didn’t talk nearly as much as you used to, even cancelling previously planned movie nights with whatever lame excuse you could come up with so that you didn’t have to pretend everything was fine when it very clearly wasn’t. Truthfully, you could hardly stand to be in the same room as him, too frustrated with yourself for pushing too far, but you hoped that with time, the two of you could be close again. Maybe not as close as you were before, but still close.

One of the things that helped when you were still upset about how your friendship with Junhui had changed was spending time with your other friends, like Seungcheol. He’d been a dear friend for years, and you trusted him more than anyone else in the Carat Corporation office. After all, in all of his time as your boss, he’d never given you a reason not to.

Before your argument, you spent most of your time in the office with Junhui. After you two started to grow apart, though, you spent even the time that you weren’t busy with your boss. A lot of your coworkers thought that you were trying to sleep your way to a better job, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. All you wanted was to spend some time with your friend and avoid your crush that wouldn’t go away, even if it was just a temporary fix.

Watching you with Seungcheol made Junhui feel sick to his stomach. He knew that he had no right to get jealous when the two of you weren’t actually in a relationship, but every minute watching you smile and laugh with someone else made him wish that he wasn’t such an idiot. If he’d been honest from the beginning and owned up to how he felt about you, maybe he would be the one that made you laugh like Seungcheol did whenever the two of you were together at work.

For weeks, Junhui watched you and Seungcheol laugh and smile like old friends, which you were, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more between the two of you. After all, the way Seungcheol looked at you seemed like more than just a friendly smile, and the fact that he took basically any excuse to touch you in some way made Junhui suspicious, to say the least. Still, he knew he had no right to say anything when he’d ruined his chances with you over an inability to actually be honest about how he felt.

It was a seemingly ordinary evening when your relationship with Junhui, if you could even call it that, changed. You were walking out of Seungcheol’s office with him, and he was laughing at some stupid joke that you’d told him a thousand times before. With a smile on his face that made your soul feel warm, he said, “You’re such a dork.”

“So are you,” you retorted, laughing at both your joke and his response. “You laughed after all.”

“Maybe it’s just because you’re so funny.”

“Thanks, Cheol.”

“No problem. Now, go home and get some rest. I need you to come in early tomorrow.”

With a laugh that came from deep in your gut, you said, “That’s the funniest joke you’ve ever told.”

Seungcheol started to laugh at your reaction and said, “Come on! What if I actually need you to come in early?”

“If you did, you would have said something earlier today. Not right as we were walking out the door.”

“That’s true,” he said with a chuckle. “Have a good night, (Y/N).”

“You too, Cheol.”

You laughed as you walked away from Seungcheol, but your laugh faded when you saw Junhui in the same spot where he always waited for you after his shift, staring at you like you’d murdered his firstborn.

“You didn’t take the trash out last night,” he said flatly.

“Can we talk about this when we get home?” you asked. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

“You didn’t seem exhausted talking to him,” Junhui said, glaring at your boss as he left the office.

“We were just laughing about something funny that happened in a meeting today. It doesn’t mean I’m not tired.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Junhui, what is with you?” you asked. He was silent in response to your question, so you said, “Answer me. What the fuck is going on with you?”

“You’ve been ignoring me in favor of your little boyfriend weeks now.”

“Seungcheol?” you asked. He looked at you expectantly, so you said, “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my friend and my boss, for fuck’s sake.”

“You could have fooled me,” Junhui mumbled.

“Why do you even care anyway? Who I date is none of your business,” you said.

He was silent for a few minutes in response, but eventually, he took a deep breath and asked, “Well, what if I want it to be?”

You wanted to scream at Junhui’s question, enraged by his audacity to act like he wanted you when he’d given you the cold shoulder weeks before. Instead of escalating the argument, however, you took a deep breath and asked, “Why the fuck would you want it to be your business?”

In that moment, Junhui had two options. He could chicken out again, afraid of pushing too far, or he finally be honest with you about how he felt. In the end, he chose the latter. With a shy smile on his face, the same one you’d fallen for in the first place, he said, “I want who you date to be my business because I want to date you.” With another deep breath, he stood up straighter and said, “Look, I like you. A lot, actually.”

You’d never felt dumber than you did in that moment. All this time, you’d been avoiding Junhui because you wanted to try to get over him, when a simple conversation could have alleviated your fears of going too far and brought the two of you together sooner. In the end, though, you couldn’t be too mad at yourself, since Junhui’s inability to communicate was what started the whole thing.

Regardless, you were done wasting time. Without taking the time to worry if it would be too far, you pulled Junhui into a kiss that you swore you intended to be soft. The end result, however, was anything but. By the time you stopped for air, Junhui was as close to you as he possibly could be and still trying to pull you closer, the mutual desire apparent to anyone that would have seen the two of you in that moment if the office hadn’t been empty.

After he caught his breath, Junhui looked at you with desperation in his eyes and said, “I need you.”

“You have me,” you replied softly, still dazed by the kiss.

“No,” he started, looking down at the floor. “I need you,” he repeated, emphasizing the word “need” in a way that made what he wanted abundantly clear.

Hearing the desire in Junhui’s voice was all it took for you to practically drag him to the nearest employee bathroom and lock the door, silently thanking whatever higher power was listening that you and your roommate were always the last ones to leave the office. After the door was locked, you turned to him and asked, “Are you sure about this?”

He nodded quickly and said, “I’m sure. Want you so bad.”

Without any further hesitation, you sank to your knees in front of Junhui, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down with a smile. Once the only thing between you and where he wanted you most was the thin pair of boxers that he’d chosen to wear that day, though, you started to worry. What if this changed your relationship with him for the worse? What if the two of you went too far and realized that you weren’t actually compatible? You really didn’t want to risk ruining your relationship with him again, especially because of something stupid like a blowjob in the office bathroom after hours.

But when you looked up at Junhui again and saw the desire in his eyes, the combination of lust and something deeper that you didn’t yet dare put a name to stirred something in the pit of your stomach, and you realized that trying and failing was better than not trying at all and wondering if the two of you could have had something beautiful. So, you turned your attention back to his boxers and pulled them down, watching as his cock finally came into view.

With a flirtatious smile on your face, you asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’m sure. Please?”

You didn’t acknowledge Junhui’s request with words. Instead, you carefully took him in your mouth, moving slowly at first to avoid overwhelming him right away. Even the slight stimulation that you provided seemed to drive him crazy, though, with a stream of soft moans already falling from his lips as you sucked him off.

“Fuck,” Junhui whimpered as he gently thrusted into your mouth. “Feels so good. Wanted this for so long.”

His words went right to your core, and you couldn’t help but pull away and ask, “Oh, really? How long have you wanted me, baby?”

“Since the café,” he admitted, too lost in the way your mouth felt around him to even think about not looking as desperate as he was. “Thought you were so beautiful,” he added between soft whines.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We could have had so much fun together,” you teased.

“Was scared of going too far. Didn’t wanna lose you.”

“You won’t lose me, honey,” you said, looking into his eyes and finding a sincerity that you honestly didn’t expect.

The two of you were silent after that, taking in the sudden shift, until you heard Junhui whine softly. That was when you remembered why you were in the bathroom, and you went back to sucking his cock.

In a matter of minutes, Junhui felt his release start to build. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead of a warning that he was close, a loud groan came out as his orgasm washed over him. You carefully continued sucking while he came down from his high until the noises of pleasure were replaced by noises of pain. At that point, you swallowed and jokingly asked, “How was that?”

“Really good,” he mumbled after catching his breath and putting his pants back on.

“How about we go home now?” you asked, your tone softer than before.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he answered.

As you stepped out of the bathroom and back into the office’s main lobby, Junhui pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your forehead before he said, “You know that I want more than this, right? I don’t just want to fuck you and then act like nothing happened. I wanna spend every day with you, getting to know you and treating you with the love and respect that you deserve.” You nodded in response, too overwhelmed to say anything.

Instead of speaking, you kissed him, and the desire that got you to where you were reignited itself, refusing to be snuffed out by trivial matters like the fact that you were still at work. Junhui pulled you closer, his hands sliding down to your ass as he kissed you, and a loud moan escaped your mouth when he squeezed. He laughed softly at your reaction, and you pulled away just enough to catch your breath and say, “You fucking tease.”

“Oh, come on,” he said, still laughing. “You love it.”

“Yes, I do.”

The room was silent for a moment as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, each of you daring the other to say what you both knew you wanted to hear. In the end, it was Junhui that spoke up, whispering, “Still want you.”

“What is it that you want, baby?” you asked. He looked away from you and mumbled something that you couldn’t hear, so you pressed, “Come on. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

“Wanna fuck you. Please?”

You pretended to consider his request for a minute or two before you asked, “Oh, really?”

“Really. Wanna feel you. Please?”

Junhui’s newfound boldness honestly surprised you, but you weren’t complaining in the slightest. With a small smirk on your face and your voice dripping with lust, you said, “Come with me,” leading him toward the front door of the office.

Junhui, however, had other plans. Instead of following you to the exit, he pulled you toward one of the chairs in the office lobby, pulling his pants and boxers down before plopping into the seat and looking up at you with pure desperation in his eyes as he mumbled another lust-filled plea.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked. He nodded in response, so you said, “Ok. Whatever you want, baby.” You would have been lying if you’d said that you weren’t nervous about what you were about to do, but all it took was one look in Junhui’s eyes for all of your anxiety to be replaced with pure desire.

With no further hesitation, you slid your skirt and panties down your legs before climbing into Junhui’s lap and slowly lowering yourself onto his cock. A soft moan slipped out as you felt him inside you, and after a few deep breaths, you started to slowly move up and down.

“Fuck, feels so good,” you said, holding onto Junhui for dear life as you fucked yourself on his cock. Junhui only moaned in response, shocked by how good you felt around him.

As you found a rhythm, the pleasure built to a point that you’d frankly never experienced before. Whether it was the thrill of fucking Junhui somewhere that you could easily be caught, the soft whines that slipped out of his mouth as you moved, or the way he held you as he thrusted his hips to meet yours, you had no idea. All you knew was that you never wanted the moment to end.

It didn’t take long at all for Junhui to get drunk on the way you felt wrapped around him. As he fucked into you, he couldn’t help but think about what had led you to this point, including seeing you with Seungcheol. As the memory played in his head, he felt a new determination to claim you as his once and for all. Sure, if he was thinking logically, he would have remembered that there was never anything more than a friendship between you and Seungcheol, but in that moment, he wasn’t thinking logically.

“Mine,” Junhui said with a whine as he continued to fuck into you.

“What was that, baby?” you asked, slowing your movements slightly

“Want you to be mine.”

“I am, honey. All yours.”

And that was all it took for Junhui’s second release of the night to start to build, his pace growing erratic as he tried to match your movements. As he got closer to his high, he started to move you up and down faster, mumbling the word “mine” with nearly every thrust until he stilled inside you. Feeling his release starting to fill you was the last little push that you needed, and before you knew it, you tumbled over the edge right along with him.

As the two of you came down from your highs, you pulled Junhui closer, and he leaned his head on your shoulder as he caught his breath. Once he was breathing steadily again, he looked up at you and said, “Wow.”

“What do you mean, ‘wow?’” you asked, a teasing tone in your voice.

“That was incredible.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“So, does this mean that we’re a thing?”

“Well, I’d hope so. Otherwise, we might need to talk about some of the things that you said,” you answered with a laugh.

With that, the two of you cleaned up as best you could and got dressed again, laughing at the fact that the two of you really just had sex in the middle of the office lobby. Once you were dressed again, you walked back to your car together, holding hands the entire way.

As you got into the car, you said, “I think that we can both agree that fucking in the office was too far.”

Junhui laughed in response to your statement and said, “Definitely. But I don’t think that telling you how I felt was,” before leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“No, I don’t either,” you said as you pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.

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Saw your post saying you wanted ideas so how about Sebastian with a relationship similar to the one he had/has with Charles and Mick with the reader? Like a mentor, but could be either platonic or romantic, up to you

Be Ruthless - Sebastian Vettel

<word count - 1929>

The race had not gone well, to say the least. It was your first year in the Ferrari and it was your second go at the Monaco GP. Practice had gone alright and you had qualified 10th in Q3, so you were holding out hope for a point or two. 

Regardless of that, you weren't expecting it to go as wrong as it did. You were trying to bear in mind that Monaco was a hard track to drive, especially on the first lap when everyone was still lumped together. You were going into the hairpin turn, side by side with Antonio Giovinazzi,  when the two of you collided. That was your races over. 

You went back to the garage to watch Seb go on to a well-deserved P2 and went to deal with interviews that you didn't want to bother with. It was part of your obligation as an F1 driver, but it didn't make it anymore bearable. 

Finally, you could go to your drivers room and sulk about points lost and a barely driven race. You sat on your couch in silence, replaying it over and over again. Maybe you couldn't gone deeper into the corner? Maybe you could have backed off when you knew that he wasn't going to? Maybe you could've pushed harder to be in front of him at the apex and make it yours for the taking?

None of the 'what ifs' mattered, though. All you could do now was crack on with the rest of your day and do better next time. But, you were meant to be showing off for your first year in Ferrari, and it felt like all you were doing was messing up and proving the people who didn't think you were good enough right. 

There was a knock at the door, breaking you out of your thoughts. "It's just me," the voice of Seb sounded through. You couldn't be more grateful to have Seb around as your teammate and fountain of knowledge. Any sort of racing-related problem that you may have, he had a pretty damn good solution for it.

"Come in," you told him, watching as the door open and Seb walked in. 

"You know, your start off the line was incredible," he praised, sitting down beside you. "You were so quick on it. One of the quickest of the day, may I add," he chuckled. You knew he was just trying to make you feel better, but it was appreciated nonetheless. 

"Yeah, I guess," you nodded, still feeling downtrodden. Everyone else was going out to enjoy the grandeur of Monaco, but you were still sulking about something that you couldn't change. 

"Hey, you did well. Seriously. We can't always have a perfect race, and Monaco is a damn hard one at that," he said, putting a supportive hand on your shoulder. He knew how hard on yourself you always were, and you were constantly picking holes in your performances. 

"I didn't even get past one lap, that definitely doesn't class itself as doing 'well'." you scoffed, and all Seb could do was roll his eyes. He could see where you were coming from, but that didn't mean he was happy with your point of view. 

You always tended to find the negatives in things as opposed to looking for the silver linings, and he just wanted you to see yourself in the way he did. In Seb's opinion, you had so much potential, and he saw a lot of qualities in you that he saw in himself in his prime. 

"Du bist so stur," he muttered under his breath, but you could hear enough to know that it was something in German. 

"You know I don't understand you when you speak German," you mumbled with a sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

"I know you don't. I just said you were stubborn," he told you, letting his arm rest over the back of your shoulders. "You know, to avoid stuff like today, you can take the outside line and then just bomb down the straight," 

"Easier said than done," you grumbled, and all Seb could do was chuckle. 

"Just hold on for next week, OK? Canada is a lot easier." he reassured you. But he also knew that you were going to go into Canada with memories of today, but he also knew that you were going to go into it with a mindset to win. You weren't one to take things lying down, and you were going to prove that you deserved the seat in the Scuderia. 

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All of the drivers were standing on the grid, listening to the Canadian national anthem. Seb was stood beside you, getting himself mentally prepped for the race ahead. He was on pole and had to make it count. This could be a win. 

He was also really proud of you for putting the car in 3rd for the start of the race, which was a far cry better from the week before. He knew that you were nervous and were terrified of messing up, but he was sure that you would be fine. You'd take the bit between your teeth and go for gold. 

As the anthem wrapped up, Seb leaned in to whisper in your ear. "You've got this, OK? Don't think about anything else but keeping that car in P3. Be ruthless. And try go for one of those quick ass starts you do. You might even get past Lewis if you do one of those." he told you. 

"Thanks, Seb." you smiled at him, grateful for his ever present faith in you. It was like he believed in you more than you had ever believed in yourself, and it was a teammate like him that someone like you needed. 

Every rookie deserved a more experienced driver to show them the ropes and give them the tips of the game, and you were lucky enough to have the 4 time world champion and all around wonderful guy by your side. 

Sitting in your car on the starting grid, you had the same thoughts in your mind. Don't lose the P3. Be quick off the line. Be ruthless. Your eyes were fixed on the five red lights as they went out one by one, before the final one turned to black and it was all systems go. 

You were quick as hell off the line, just like you wanted to be, but you should've known better than to think you'd be quicker than Lewis Hamilton. You gave him a damn good run for his money, though. 

You drove one hell of a race, even getting voted as driver of the day for your valiant effort of keeping the very close knit pack behind you. Unfortunately, you weren't able to challenge Sebastian and Lewis for the top spot, but you were really proud of yourself to be getting a podium.

It was your second ever, and you were really looking forward to being able to stand on the podium with two of the greatest that the sport had ever seen. Once you had parked up in parc ferme, you watched as Seb stood by his car with his helmet off, not yet going to the team. 

You wondered what he was doing, unsure of why he was just standing there and not going anywhere to celebrate. After getting out of your car, you quickly realised what he was going to do. "There she is! That's my girl!" he shouted, striding up to you and pulling you into a firm hug. "I told you you could do it," he whispered into your ear, and you couldn't help but melt into his embrace. 

There was nothing quite like a Seb hug, and it was times like these where they were all the more appreciated. "Couldn't have done it without you," you whispered back, realising that the two of you had been hugging for a little too long.

The cameras were on the two of you more than they were on Lewis, so you didn't want to cause a scene. "Oh trust me, you could have." he countered, grabbing your arm so he could take the two of you over to the team. They hugged you and congratulated you both on a brilliant results, and you both went to be interviewed before the ever important trophy ceremony. 

"So, Y/N, really tough race out there for you. How did it feel?" 

"Well it was definitely one of the hardest that I've ever had, and everyone behind me was really making me work for it. But, that being said, I am so happy that I was able to keep it under control and get on the podium," you said, waiting for the next question. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Seb watching you. 

He was talking to Lewis passively, but his eyes and his mind were on you. There was just something so special about you that he couldn't quite place, and he knew that you just needed some encouragement to reach your full potential. 

"You're one of the very lucky drivers who gets to have Sebastian as a teammate. We saw you talking before the race, how much does having someone like him to help you navigate through this?" 

"Honestly, if I didn't have Seb, then I feel like this would be a lot harder. I'm sure that having all of the other drivers as teammates is wonderful, but Seb and I really get each other and we get along really well. He always has the best tips and is always so supportive, and I really think I'd be lost without him," you gushed, and the respect that you had for the German was all too clear. 

Seb was nearly tearing up as he listened to how much he helped you. He knew that assisting rookies was vital, but he didn't realise how big of an impact that he had had on you. Just getting to see you so happy after a week of upset was refreshing for him. 

Finally, it was time for the fun part. You, Seb and Lewis were all stood on the podiums while you were handed your well-deserved trophies. As soon as he could, Sebastian popped open his champagne and went straight to spraying you with it. You turned to Lewis so that he wouldn't feel neglected, but you would have gone straight for Seb. 

Once all three of you were thoroughly soaked, you stood for a picture and just let the glory wash over you. Returning to the garage for a quick debrief was boring but necessary, until you and Seb were dismissed for the evening. "C'mon, superstar. We need to celebrate," he smile, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

"It's not like I won, Seb." you chuckled, almost making fun of him for making such a big deal of this.

"You're always a winner to me," he sincerely told you, and you could feel your heart melting. Seb was the best person you could ever have asked for to lead you through this crazy journey. You loved him, unsure of the different between platonic and romantic, but you loved him in some capacity. 

You owed this to him, even if he never tended to accept much of your gratitude. "And I think that the driver of the day deserves a little fun, don't you?" 

"You know what? I think I do." you agreed, ready for a night out on the town with your best friend and the best mentor that you could ever ask for.

A/N - My Seb posts are very few and far between, and I loved the request! If you have any, drop em in my inbox, I am in need of ideas...

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[ofeliaxoxo]

https://x.com/itsnotme_ari/status/1929549844256845967

this photo makes me giggle bec its from after the drivers parade this weekend and its just funny to me how charlos this year is like. Yes we do need to talk for a minute at every single race weekend. but it kind of seems like its not enough (or at least not preferred) for them to only talk when other people are around they also still like to have their little moments alone just the two of them. like every race that weve seen them together with other people there will also inevitably be another photo/video captured where its just them. and thats also what happened in spain lmao as the photo from the tweet shows!! they were kind of like ok nice talking to oscar at the beginning of the drivers parade but now its time for us to be Alone everyone leave us alone ok. we are having Just Charles And Carlos Time now :)) i still enjoy how at the suzuka drivers parade they simply proceeded to position themselves in their own little corner on the truck at the beginning of the parade lol. i do miss the occasionally toxic frequently sexually charged usually intense regardless energy of the teammates era lmao but they are still cute this year. they miss each other a little :(( they dont care that theres no reason to be obsessed with each other anymore theyre like Well What If We Just Continued Anyway. if they both refuse to let go of the red string of fate maybe it will Stay Intact !

Them…Just Charles and Carlos Time ow……you ended me with that one because they actually do seem to do this. They’ll be with other people all weekend and then two days later a photo will come out of them tucked into each others sides like :) it’s us:) ….they like to Hang Out at F1 they’re each other’s Trusty F1 Companion…the drivers parade special charlos corner still fucking ends me to this day they truly did say we don’t need anyone else it’s Just Us…ow. They never are alone for long but it’s like they just have that brief minute of hey You:) before they resume business as usual. A special little acknowledgement for their special little guy

And when they’re not alone they seem to speak only to other people but stand together. Which to me is actually very intimate it’s like we are one unit and we’ll interact with The Group. No need to actively interact with you you’re right there and I came here with you…I’m gonna catch up with these Other People now. And then after we’ll leave together and speak properly alone..

Something I like to think about is the level of mutual obsession (kindly verified by mr vasseur) and where to put that when it’s over. Like does it dissipate? We know it was based on competition and now that’s over, with both of them having new teammates they need to focus on beating. But with Carlos we have seen that Charles is still on his mind. He still wants to know Charles’s stats he still wants to see how Charles does. So clearly there’s a hangover there. Like if you spend 4 years desperately needing to beat THIS guy to the extent that Fred felt the need to go Jesus Christ these guys need to beat each other then DOES that dissipate? Idk I feel that guy must surely retain some special niche in your brain

[eshithepetty]

"Haha Dream BBQ is so random and incomprehensible" "did they take drugs to make this lol" "you're actually not meant to understand anything in this series it's ok" "Joel G just makes up stuff on the spot based on what would be funny" "it's just random for random's sake" "is this AI" "stop theorising, it's not that deep" SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP

[coconut530]

It was only a dream 🪄💚

[elizakai]

i love the MTTRIO because they are all judgy hypocritical little shits living off of spite and appy juice

[himbohimhoe]

Holding out hope that the writing in veilguard will get more bearable but rook saying to lucanis that it's "not nice that Spite hurt him" and he "shouldn't accept that it’s fine bc it wouldn't be ok if a person did that" like. That is a demon. Built off a single emotion called SPITE. Rook I am finding it really hard to believe that u have lived in thedas for more than 30 seconds.

[loderlied]

i am sorry. about the gort stuff. btw

[what-th3fucc]

is it just me or is this scene rlly homoerotic

[hikaruchen]

Commissions!

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The Process ✨

[splinteredsweets]

im bored and i don't wanna sleep yet but i can't seem to write today so i'm just gonna start rambling a little bit about my felix + turbo (i say it like this bc it's not inherently romantic the point is moreso that they're close in some shape or form) fic i'm writing bc as awkward as i feel about it i just think i'd feel weirder dropping it completely out of nowhere whenever i do finish it sooo

rambling go !!

it's essentially about that one headcanon where they exchange awards bc i love that hc c: the entire fic is gonna be made up of 5 different scenes - the first two are showcasing how the initial trade-off came to be , the next two are about them reminiscing about each other , and the last one is after all the sugar rush stuff happens

i don't really wanna give toooo much away mostly bc i am a very secretive person and i like being weird and vague about the stuff i'm working on bbbuuuuuttt i am veeeerrrrrrryyyt close to being finished . i think . pretty sure ? ive been working on this for almost a month already and i pretty much have the first three sections done with constant editing and small changes here and there , im currently finishing up the fourth , and i need to start working on the fifth ... which the latter is gonna be tough bc ... im not even entirely sure how it's supposed to play out yet ive kinda been putting it off entirely until i had everything else written since it depends a lot on what happens before then so im still trying to figure out what exactly im trying to get out of the scene .:. i'll get there eventually tho no idea when

oh yeah btw . i hope you like angst . bc i LOVE the stuff and there is a loooooot of it . like 8k+ words of it hEhEheHeGe ok like tEchNiCallY the first 3k or so are mostly fluff the first 2 parts are kinda sweet i think but there is an overhanging feeling of dread for the pain that is to come ... c:<

ig that's enough rambling about the premise for now , although i'll share just a few out of context authors notes unfortunately i don't have very many bc i was way too worried with how everything was turning out so most of it was like 70% worrying and 30% plotting

'what actually is on felix’s medal like … is it a number one … or his name … or a hammer … why is it both the latter in the movie … that doesn't make any sense … i can work with any of these i just need to know which one it actually is …IM ORETTY SURE ITS BOTH ugh im going to scream … ok i think like on the screen it's his name but in the actual game it's a hammer .. ? kill me what the fuck do i go with ' (decided to go with the name bc i had more to work with)

'one of the nicelanders is like ‘you have a visitor’ and he's like ‘wow already .. ?’ and there's like only one person he can think of that that's fast . SONIC SPEE- no '

'to roadblasters or not to roadblasters … that is the question ..'

'he can get a little overwhelmed by emotions right as a treat ?'

'ppffftttt i was just thinking random thoughts and my silly brain thought of that one thing that's like 'annoying gay couple + annoyed lesbian' with fucking hammertastic and gene pppfpfffftttt that's so stupid lmao'

'feel like this is kinda sweet ... this looks like a good spot for my roller skate and my marbles ... it's just such a shame i'm going to RIP IT ALL AWAY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i love angst <333 you gotta have some lovely happy moments to maximise the pain'

'... i do not know a fucking thing about clothes is what kc's wearing under his tailcoat a waistcoat or am i stupid ... is it a normal shirt idk ... is that immersion ruining if i just keep it im going to die' (didn't end up using it)

'i really love it when my brain gets excited and goes hehhehehehehahahahahahHhdeHgff do EEEEAAAAA i don't know if i can utilise this power properly tho :C i can try tho … hey looks like the worrying is back on yayyyy (boooo)'

'fuck it we ball we go into the liiiIIIIII'

there is also a whole bunch of evil laughter in the notes and i noticed i use a LOT of italics especially when it's from turbo and especially especially during king candy's section lmao ... he just feels the need to be very expressive and emphasise the way he says and thinks things lol

yknow what just for fun - and bc i have no idea where else to put this - i did once have a very . interesting . bunch of authors notes i wrote a few years ago for something else but i never ended up writing it . it makes absolutely no sense at all and it's completely out of context so hopefully it's still kinda funny

'pictures of giirrrllss are noooot for meeee you seeee

she be down in hollywood (that's not the words) (idc)

ur actually insane yeah thanks i know

WE GET GIRLS !!! WE ARE CUTE !!! WE ARE COOL !!

dom

i eat sand

shut up

metroman finally starts falling for megamind but oopsies poopsies it's too late he's already fallen for the hot reporter roxanne (what the fuck why did you make this comparison) (also that just sounds like a normal megamind fic)'

i would draft similarly to ^that in school too with my boring essays and once i accidentally submitted one of those drafts and i got sent to the counsellors office for 'concerning behaviour' lmao

anyways i might maybe perhaps ramble some more and let loose some more details perhaps maybe another time dunno uhh but i think that's enough for now ... bonus rambling in the tags

[corellianhounds]

no im sorry but now that i know one of the redacted wips is one of the bad batch as a dad I MUST know at least which one it is 😭

Hahaha no I get it, I know it’s kind of a tease to put it on the list if I’m going to be cagey about it. Mostly it’s because idk how it’ll be received and I don’t want people being snide in my inbox about the choice of character/topic

Anyway it’s Tech lol

[archiesweirdparody]

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