#so im just sitting here silently waiting for them day in day out. which i know is stupid but ive also had a headache for the last few days

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jeon jungkook - the price of desire (part one)

warnings ; none!

prompt ; in which you learn that your dignity has a price, and unfortunately, it looks a lot like Jeon Jungkook in Calvin Klein boxers.

note ; WELL WELL WELL my angels. we are back with ANOTHER series <3 i am not kidding, this story has had me tossing and turning and screaming and crying. they are such a nuanced duo(even more so than utcf) and if you know me, you know i only write characters that are flawed af and boy… do these two have flaws. also so excited bc my dream is to be a CMO so all that marketing jargon is literally ripped from my real life. this is def a slower burn more than utcf even was, so part one is just getting to know reader, a glimpse into jk and hers future dynamic. it will be giving cocky idol and grumpy girl boss reader… yall hate to see it.. anywho all your love and support is so appreciated and im SO excited to kick this one off <3

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You learned at an early age that the world doesn’t hand power to people like you. You have to take it.

Born in Busan, raised in a home where every won had to stretch, you grew up with a hunger that never faded. Your parents worked tirelessly; it was long hours in dimly lit shops, silent tears in the living room over bills, doing everything they could to put food on the table. They wanted stability for you, a quiet life where everything was paid on time and there was no need to chase the impossible.

But you weren’t built for small dreams.

At 17, you won a coveted scholarship to a university in Seoul, a golden ticket out of the cycle that kept your family trapped. There, you became relentless. Top of your class, the kind of student professors whispered about, the one who never failed, never wavered. But no amount of late-night studying or overachieving could buy you the connections that children of chaebol heirs and international elites were born into.

So, you had to outwork them. By the time you graduated, you had one goal: to carve your name into an industry that had no place for you. You moved to America, leaving behind familiarity, comfort, and even your family, knowing that to rise, you had to go where power lived.

New York City became your battlefield.

You started at the bottom, fetching coffees, ghostwriting proposals, working eighteen-hour days just to prove you deserved to be in the same rooms as people who had never known struggle. You didn’t just climb the corporate ladder; you burned every rung behind you so there was no way back down.

It took a decade, but now the plaque hangs on the wall. The name plate rings true of all your dreams. You are the Chief Marketing Officer of Calvin Klein.

At 30, you sit at the helm of one of the most influential luxury brands in the world, the architect of campaigns that have redefined fashion and culture. Your name carries weight in boardrooms, your decisions shift global trends, and every executive in the industry knows you are untouchable.

Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

In a world like this, power is never permanent. The moment you hesitate, falter, let someone too close, they will take everything.

All that to say — Monday mornings in New York almost always smell like steel and ambition.

The skyline stretches endlessly beyond the glass walls of your office, the pulse of the city thrumming beneath you, yellow cabs blurring past, heels clicking against concrete, the quiet hum of wealth without ever making a sound. You barely had time to sleep after landing from Los Angeles last night, but exhaustion has never been an excuse.

You straighten your blazer, heels clicking against the marble floors as you stride into the Calvin Klein executive boardroom. The space is drenched in morning light, the Hudson River glinting in the distance, but there’s no warmth. Sharp minds and even sharper tongues, all waiting for you to take your seat at the head of the table.

“Let’s get started.” Your voice is crisp, cutting through the murmurs as the team scrambles to attention. Coffee cups are set down, postures shift. The room belongs to you now, like it always does.

This is your campaign, your bread and butter — the Fall Collection, one of the biggest of the year. And today, the decision needs to be made. Who will be the face of it? You’ve put it off as long as possible, especially after the last campaign that had you sleeping, eating and breathing the word ROI.

A junior executive clears his throat, flipping through a stack of polished portfolios. “We’ve compiled a list of potential candidates. Some of the usual names, established actors, a few models with strong followings…”

You take the folder from him, skimming past faces that blur into one another, all predictable choices, safe bets. Safe has never impressed you.

“We’re not looking for predictable,” you say, voice even. “We need someone who will shift the culture. Someone who doesn’t just wear the clothes, but makes people desperate to buy them.”

Silence. Then, the suggestions roll in. A high-profile supermodel. A rising actor from a Netflix hit. Some European footballer with global appeal.

You listen, nodding as they speak, but your silence is judgment. Each name is good but not enough. Polished and uninspired, in your opinion.

You shoot them down effortlessly. “No. We’ve used her before.

No. He doesn’t have the presence.

No. I don’t need another pretty face.”

The tension in the room grows. The team knows you expect brilliance, not silly little recycled ideas.

Then, your VP of Content leans forward, fingers steepled. “I have a name,” He says, measured, waiting for your reaction.

You lift a brow. “Then say it.”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

For the first time, there’s a halt of all noise. Light murmurs. Someone exhales sharply. You hear a scoff from the far end of the table.

“A Korean idol?” One of the senior execs frowns. “That’s a different market entirely.”

“Not just any idol,” your VP counters. “The biggest. Pretty much the frontman of BTS. His brand power is—”

“Unmatched,” You finish for him.

Because it is. Jeon Jungkook isn’t just a name, he’s a phenomenon. A face that sells out stadiums in minutes, a body carved in discipline, a force that transcends the music industry entirely.

Still, the pushback is immediate “Well, he’s never fronted a campaign of this scale.

Idol endorsements don’t always translate to luxury.

Do we want to take that kind of risk?”

Risk.

The word hangs in the air heavily. It should deter you. It should make you pause. But instead, you find yourself a tad intrigued.

What is Calvin Klein, if not bold? If not disruptive? The brand has always thrived on rebellion, on choosing icons that define eras rather than follow them.

Jeon Jungkook is undeniably that. Perhaps, so are you.

You let the murmurs settle before speaking. “What’s our engagement rate from the last campaign?” You ask, looking towards the analytics team.

“Thirty percent growth,” They answer immediately.

“And what’s BTS’s engagement on a single brand mention?”

A pause. A begrudging voice follows, “Higher.”

Exactly.

You glance around the room, seeing the uncertainty and hesitation. You’re about to give a speech greater than LeBron at the NBA Finals. You lean back in your chair, tapping a manicured nail against the armrest, already picturing it, the campaign, the impact, the sheer cultural shift this could create.

“I like it.”

Silence.

A ripple of realization moves through the room, as if with just three words, the decision has already been made.

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Securing a global superstar isn’t an easy task, not even for you. The next few days are a relentless blur of negotiations, contract rewrites, and back-to-back Zoom calls with a team so notoriously meticulous it nearly drives your own to the brink of madness.

The stakes are high. Deals like this don’t just happen. They are built, fought for, and secured with precision. And Calvin Klein doesn’t like to lose.

Your office pretty much transforms into a war room. Tables littered with printed pitch decks. Screens glowing with data analytics, engagement metrics, and market predictions. Your executives pouring over legal clauses, revising them so every word is airtight.

In the center of it all, you stand. Any normal human would be threatened but at this point, you’ve gone full robot. You take every call personally. A negotiation of this scale is your battlefield, and you don’t delegate wars.

Jungkook, obviously, is never on the calls. It doesn’t surprise you. Artists at his level rarely handle the business side of things. That’s what agents, lawyers, and managers are for. His team is professional, unshaken even when you push hard.

Still, you know who he is.

Of course you do. You may have spent the last decade buried in boardrooms, but you were born in Busan. You grew up watching the Hallyu wave explode, and though you never had the time for it, your little sister devoured everything BTS.

You remember the way she would beg for concert tickets, how she’d fall asleep with headphones on, listening to their debut on loop. You used to tease her for it— why the fuck are you crying over an idol?

Funny, looking back at it now. Considering that idol’s contract is currently giving you a migraine.

His team is smart. They have demands, and they don’t bend easily. They want creative control over his campaign image. They want scheduling flexibility due to his commitments. They want Calvin Klein to align with Jungkook’s existing partnerships… list goes on.

All reasonable, but not easy. You fight for compromises, push for adjustments, rewrite proposals until every angle is optimized for success. At the end of the day, you know one thing: This deal is worth it.

And then, one morning, before you’ve even had a sip of your morning coffee, it happens. At exactly 7:14 AM, an email lands in your inbox.

SUBJECT: FINAL APPROVAL – JEON JUNGKOOK x CALVIN KLEIN

We are pleased to confirm Jeon Jungkook’s official partnership with Calvin Klein for the upcoming Fall Collection campaign. Thank you for your patience and professionalism throughout the negotiation process. We look forward to working together!

Your eyes flicker over the words. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times before you think you might pass out.

Slowly, a smile curves on your lips. You step out of your office, and before you can say anything, someone sees your expression and knows.

“We got him.”

The room erupts. Your team, overworked and barely running on caffeine, comes alive. Cheers echo through the space, hands slap against the table in triumph, tension melting into borderline euphoria.

They know what this means. This isn’t just a campaign. This is the kind of collaboration that will hopefully bring the brand back to the forefront of everyone’s minds and not in some TJMaxx aisle.

You let them celebrate. You don’t smile often, but today… today, you do.

Just when you think the victory high has settled, a package arrives later in the day for you. It’s a black envelope, embossed with gold lettering. No company branding. No assistant delivery. Just your name.

You open it carefully. Inside is a thick, cream-colored card with an unmistakable touch of handwritten ink.

Thank you for having me.
I’m looking forward to it.
—JJK

You stare at the writing for a beat too long. It’s clean, elegant, but slightly tilted, like the hand behind it didn’t care about perfection. The inked letters feel unexpectedly personal, almost at odds with the meticulous contracts you spent days battling over.

A small, teeny weeny little part of you does wonder… What kind of man is Jeon Jungkook when he’s not just a name on a contract?

You shake the thought away real quick. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that the deal is done.

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Power has a way of softening the sharp edges of travel.

As Chief Marketing Officer, you rarely have to think about logistics. The world bends to accommodate you with first-class flights, black car service, five-star hotels with skyline views. When business demands your presence in another country, the details are handled before you even lift a finger.

This time is no different.

The moment Calvin Klein secured Jeon Jungkook, it became your responsibility to oversee the partnership firsthand. Deals of this magnitude require your attention, and no one executes anything better than you. So you fly to Korea, fly home. First class as always, because nothing less is expected.

The moment the plane lifts into the sky, you immerse yourself in Jeon Jungkook.

Not the man— you don’t know the man. His brand. The name that moves markets, the face that has sold out entire fashion lines with a single post, the lives that have cleaned out ramen packets in seconds.

Your screen is a kaleidoscope of him, any campaigns, endorsements, past collaborations. Streetwear in one ad, high fashion in another. His presence shifts effortlessly from youthful rebellion to refined masculinity. He is everything Calvin Klein thrives on, raw and provocative.

He’s perfect for this.

You land in Incheon to a city humming beneath dark light. Seoul is quieter than New York, but no less alive with neon signs flicker against sleek glass buildings, the scent of rain and street food hugging the air.

A black car waits for you at the terminal, an assistant from Calvin Klein’s Seoul office greeting you with a polite bow. The ride into the city is smooth, the world shifting past in a blur of muted grays and bright LED screens. Your body is exhausted, but your mind stays sharp.

Tomorrow is the first meeting. You should be thinking about logistics. Contractual points that still need finalizing. The creative vision. The structure of the campaign. But as your car glides past Itaewon’s winding streets, past districts that are both familiar and foreign, you think of something else. You haven’t called home in a while.

You keep telling yourself you’ve been busy with deadlines, meetings, strategy decks stacked higher than your appetite for guilt, but deep down, you know the truth.

You haven’t called because you don’t know how to explain it. How success swallowed you whole, how you traded in your accent for sharper vowels, your mother’s cooking for room service, the comfort of home for the cold glass walls of boardrooms.

What would you even say?

Hi, I made it. I’m tired. I miss you. I don’t know who I am anymore.

It still is the least of your concerns when you arrive to your destination.

Your hotel is one of Seoul’s finest, very discreet, a haven of understated luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the skyline, and the quiet hum of a jazz playlist fills the suite when you enter.

You shrug off your coat, kicking off your heels, stretching out the tension of the flight. Your mind wanders a little as you pour your nightly glass of wine out; you will meet Jeon Jungkook tomorrow. It’s an odd feeling, seeing as you’ve met more celebrities in your life than you can count. You’d be a horrible liar , though, if you said you weren’t the least bit curious.

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You wake before your alarm, the hush of Seoul stretching beyond the glass windows of your suite. The city moves gently at this hour before the rush, before the weight of the day settles onto its spine. For a moment, you allow yourself to breathe.

Discipline has always been your armor. You move through the motions with practiced ease, a cold rinse to shake off the last remnants of jet lag, a serum smoothed over skin (Laneige is the only right answer), a swipe of rouge on lips.

And today, more than ever, you need to be impeccable.

Your suit is white, tailored, almost impossible to ignore. It is a statement and a reminder that you are the architect of success.

However, when you step into the elevator, riding down to meet your driver, a flicker of something you haven’t felt in eons settles in your chest.

Nerves.

Not because you haven’t done this before. You have. You’ve met Hollywood A-listers, supermodels draped in couture, billionaires who own entire industries. You’ve handled them all.

It’s just… he does oddly remind you of home in some silly way.

You exit the hotel with the cool breeze of the morning air wrapping around you, the weight of the city’s movement already filling the space between you and the office. The car ride is smooth, twin reflections of New York’s controlled chaos and the quieter energy of Seoul. You barely notice the time passing as you mentally run through the agenda for the day, but there’s something about the looming meeting that sits heavier on your mind than it should.

The Calvin Klein Seoul office is small, nothing like the flagship headquarters in New York. The building is sleek but understated, a space that exists more for logistics than spectacle.

The moment you walk through the glass doors, the energy is so off. Your VP of International Marketing, a sharp-eyed executive named Daniel, greets you immediately. He is already speaking before you’ve fully crossed the threshold or even taken a breath of the office air.

“Everything’s set,” he says, handing you a sleek black folder. “Jungkook’s team will be here in twenty.”

You take the folder, skimming over the notes. “Any last-minute adjustments?”

“A few,” Daniel admits. “His schedule is tighter than expected, so we may need to shift some of the shoot days. And… his team wants final approval on every creative decision.”

You glance up at him, arching a brow. “They don’t trust us?”

“They trust us,” Daniel says, lips twitching. “They just trust him more.”

Fair. You figured they would play dirty at some point.

You nod, flipping the folder shut. “We’ll make it work.”

Daniel studies you for a beat, then smirks. “You nervous?”

You don’t hesitate. “No.”

You’re not. Not exactly. But as you settle into the conference room, as the clock ticks down to his arrival, you can’t shake the deadweight sitting on your chest. There’s not really a reason to be nervous, but suddenly, the fact that you sit at the head of the desk taunts you. It feels too official,, like every choice you’ve ever made has led to this exact chair, under these lights, and now everyone’s watching.

Daniel chuckles, stepping in behind you. “No need to act cool about it. I mean, dude is literally the most famous guy out there right now.”

You glance up at him. “Right,” you reply, settling into a chair at the table. “Do I give off fangirl vibes?”

“Fair play,” Daniel admits with a smirk. “It is also just business. He’s a client like any other.”

You raise an eyebrow, his words hanging in the air. “Sure,” you say, but something about the way you says it doesn’t quite feel right.

Daniel leans against the conference table, watching you with an expression that borders on amusement “So,” he muses, “are you ready to meet him, or are we keeping up this whole pretend you don’t care act the entire time?”

You shoot him a flat look, arms crossed. “I don’t pretend.”

He smirks. “Right. You just happen to be checking your watch every five seconds like we’re waiting for the President of South Korea.”

You exhale sharply, smoothing out an invisible crease in your sleeve. “You know I don’t care about the celebrity. I care about if my boss is happy.”

Daniel hums, unconvinced. “Riiiiight.” He tilts his head, watching you for another beat before flipping open a portfolio. “Alright, boss, walk me through it one more time. We’re running with the—“

Before he can finish, a soft knock at the door interrupts. The secretary peeks her head in, voice all smooth and professional. “He’s here.”

The words settle over the room. Daniel straightens up, giving you one last knowing glance before both of you move toward the head of the conference table. Your posture is perfect, composed, the picture of an executive who has done this a hundred times. Yet, for some reason, your palms are a little sweaty.

The door opens. A quiet hum of conversation drifts in first, footsteps soft against polished floors. And then, he steps through.

The first thing you notice is that he is not what you expected. Or maybe, he is exactly what you expected. Tall, poised, effortlessly self-assured. He moves like someone accustomed to attention, yet unaffected by it, a presence that doesn’t need to demand the room because it already bends to him.

He is dressed in black from head to toe. Black jeans, a crisp button-up slightly unfastened at the top, revealing the barest hint of a toned chest beneath the collar. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing a canvas of tattoos that swirl down one of his arms. Dark hair falls just over his brows, parted slightly. His skin is flawless, his lips full and plush, but it’s his round eyes that capture you first.

He has piercings, small silver hoops glinting in his ears, the metal just barely catching the light. And then, as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, you notice it, the piercing there, too.

You inhale, the moment stretching far too long.

Jungkook’s team follows behind him, a carefully curated group of managers, assistants, and legal representatives. They all exude efficiency, dressed in business casual

Jungkook is not corporate. He is the complete fucking polar opposite of it. And yet, as he steps forward, his expression shifts, a polite smile.

He greets everyone kindly, taking the time to nod toward the executives flanking the room, shaking hands, offering soft pleasantries.

You are still staring. For the first time in your career, you cannot decide if the man standing before you is a masterpiece to be marketed or a storm brewing.

You need to get a grip on reality.

Jungkook’s gaze is assessing, but you don’t let it linger. Years of discipline have trained you to absorb impact, analyze it, and move forward. So you shift your attention to the team standing behind him, your posture sharpening as you step forward.

“Good morning,” you say smoothly, extending a hand to the first of his representatives. “I appreciate you all taking the time to meet today.”

His manager steps forward first, shaking your hand firmly. “Of course. We’ve been looking forward to this partnership.”

One by one, you go through the motions, firm grips, polite smiles, nods exchanged. These are the gatekeepers, the ones who make the real decisions behind the scenes. You commit each of their names to memory, cataloging their expressions, their temperaments.

You turn lastly to Jungkook, your expression unreadable. His lips are still curled in a faint smile, but you keep your own face neutral. Instead, you bow, just a crisp nod of acknowledgment.

"Jeon Jungkook-ssi," you say, voice poised. "It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

When you straighten, you see it, the flicker of amusement crossing his face. He tilts his head, tongue pressing briefly against the inside of his cheek before speaking. “The bow? That’s formal. Are we at a company dinner?”

A few quiet chuckles from his team. You refuse to laugh. Your expression remains steady, composed. “It’s standard when meeting someone for the first time.”

Jungkook watches you for a beat longer, as if testing to see if he can break through that calm exterior. But when you don’t waver, he simply lets out a quiet hmm, not quite disappointed or impressed.

“Now, let’s get started.” You step toward the table, signaling the meeting’s shift into motion. “We have a lot to go over, and I want to make sure we’re aligned on the creative direction before we finalize schedules.”

Jungkook’s team follows, the atmosphere shifting from introductions to strategy.

“As I’m sure you’re aware,” you continue, placing a sleek, black folder on the table, “this campaign is projected to be one of Calvin Klein’s biggest of the year. Our goal isn’t just to market a collection, we want to shape a cultural moment. With Jungkook’s presence, we have the ability to move beyond traditional advertising and into something far more influential.”

You feel Jungkook’s gaze on you, but you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you focus on his team, keeping your voice measured and confident. “I know negotiations took time, but I want to personally express my excitement for this collaboration. We’re not here to simply slap a face on some storefronts… we’re here to build something iconic.”

Jungkook leans back in his chair, arms resting casually against the armrests. “Iconic, huh?”

You glance at him for a second. “That’s the standard.”

The meeting stretches into deep discussions and strategic analysis, the campaign unfolding across the polished mahogany of the conference table. You lead with precision, breaking down creative direction, discussing visual aesthetics, mapping out timelines with a ruthless efficiency.

Jungkook listens. Not just politely, not just because he has to, but the man actually listens.

You notice it in the way his eyes sharpen when you speak, the occasional flick of his gaze to the proposal documents, the way he leans forward slightly when something actually interests him.

“So, to sum it all up,” you continue, flipping a page, “this campaign will lean into Calvin Klein’s signature branding but with a more modernized edge. We’re emphasizing raw masculinity, effortless sensuality—”

“Effortless?” Jungkook interrupts smoothly in a teasing tone. “That’s an interesting way to put it.”

You look up. “You disagree?”

He tilts his head, considering. “I wouldn’t call it effortless.”

His voice is casual, but something in it makes the room halt slightly. You set your pen down. “Then what would you call it?”

Jungkook lets the silence breathe, holding your gaze a second longer than necessary. His team shifts slightly, waiting for his response. He smiles “Intentional.”

You hold his gaze for a moment before nodding. “Fair point.”

His lips twitch, like he wasn’t expecting you to concede so easily. But before the exchange lingers, you move forward. “We’ll finalize creative direction by next week. In the meantime, we’ll align schedules for fittings and shoot dates…”

By the time lunch rolls around, the energy in the room loosens slightly. It’s quite clear everyone is exhausted and would rather be two courses deep into a meal now. Jungkook’s team begins gathering their things, murmuring about reservations at a nearby restaurant. Daniel gives you a glance, knowing better than to invite you along.

You never take breaks.

As the last few executives file out, you remain in your seat, flipping through campaign notes, already highlighting sections for revision. The door closes behind them, leaving you alone in the quiet of the conference room.

You barely have a minute to yourself before a soft knock echoes through the space. You glance up, expecting Daniel, but instead… Jungkook.

He lingers in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, the other tucked into the pocket of his jeans. His expression is unreadable, but he’s unmistakably casual in the way he stands there, like he has all the time in the world. “Mind if I come in?”

You hesitate. You have no idea why. It’s not that uncommon to be friendly with the campaign faces. You actually really liked working with Kendall Jenner, with her even inviting you to her home in Calabasas.

You study him for a moment, the way he leans against the doorframe, his presence too large for the quiet of the conference room. With bated breath, you gesture toward the chair across from you. “Suit yourself.”

Jungkook steps inside, the soft click of the door closing behind him echoing in the empty space. His gaze flickers over the neatly stacked papers, the highlighted notes, the sleek silver pen in your hand.

“You don’t take breaks?” He questions innocently, lowering himself into the chair.

“I don’t have time for them. And I assume you don’t either, considering you’re here instead of at lunch with your team,” You retort.

Jungkook hums, tilting his head slightly. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d actually crack a smile once everyone left.”

A slow, teasing grin tugs at his lips. “So far, not looking too good.”

You exhale through your nose, unimpressed. “Was there something you needed?”

Jungkook leans back, the crisp fabric of his shirt stretching over his frame. He looks at you, not in the way men usually do, not with arrogance or expectation, but with a calculated curiosity. “You don’t like me very much, do you?”

Great. You have an observer on your hands.

You blink once. “I don’t have to like you. Not in my job description, unfortunately. ”

His grin widens, slow and deliberate. “So cold. I think I like it.”

Your jaw tenses, but only slightly. He catches it. Most people flinch under scrutiny, but you don’t. You don’t shift, don’t fumble, don’t drop your gaze. Instead, you meet his stare with the same measured indifference you give to 55-year old men.

“Flirting with me won’t get you special treatment.” Your voice is detached, cool as a cucumber.

Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh, “Who said I was flirting?”

Your lips press into a thin line.

“Don’t worry,” he continues, propping an elbow on the armrest, “I don’t expect special treatment. Just the best. And from what I’ve seen so far…” he nods toward your documents, “…you don’t settle for anything less either.”

You don’t reply, but he’s hit the mark. Jungkook studies you for another beat, his gaze dipping, taking you apart piece by piece and seemingly trying to understand what makes you tick.

You hate to admit it, but he’s sharper than you expected. Most people in his position come into these meetings as faces, not minds. They sign the contracts, smile for the cameras, let their teams do the thinking.

You click your pen once. “If that’s all, I have work to do.”

Jungkook watches you for a moment longer, then moves a tad closer, just slightly, enough for you to catch the faint scent of expensive cologne, something clean and subtly musky.

His voice dips lower, softer now, but no less assured. “Tell me, do you always bet on things you know you’ll win?”

Your fingers still against the table. You set your pen down with deliberate precision, tilting your head slightly. “Only when the stakes are worth it.”

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, not quite a smile. The thing you’ll come to learn about Jungkook is this: the man cannot back down from a challenge. He loves games. Always has

It’s how he got here in the first place. Grit, obsession, the refusal to lose. Every accolade, every headline, every billboard was earned not just through talent, but by the sheer thrill of the chase.

Truth be told, he’s a little.. intrigued, in some weird way. To put it in even more cliche terms, you look like trouble.

And… well, Jungkook has always had a thing for playing with fire.

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i see u pleading for an andrew request so IM GONNA DELIVER 😼 what if. academic to lovers college au where y/n and andrew get assigned to a group project or smth (ion get how college works YET) and it’s actually really fluffy?? like maybe slightly yandere andrew where’s he’s a lil possessive but nothing too toxic that would scare a girl away irl.,.. okay that’s my idea good luck 🤧

Yandere! Andrew Graves x Reader (College AU)

Wordcount: 1,500+ words

Andrew and you had the same history class and your professor paired the two of you up to research about WWI and create a presentation for class. You couldn’t use the internet for research, so you had to resort to digging around the city's library.

Andrew was a bit annoyed at first for this project. He preferred working alone, it made it so others wouldn’t get in his way while working and so he could have all his work credited for. 

Andrew quickly grew to respect you when you actually took the project serious instead of placing the work on him because he was smart, or just goofing off and not contributing. He respected that you could work efficiently at a decent-pace, but also you could have fun too. You could crack harmless jokes, and you could make something as boring as studying entertaining and fun while still taking your deadline and work seriously. 

Andrew quickly breaks out of his shell with you. You just have some sort of aura that draws him to you, he can't help but laugh at your jokes or guide you through the books with him. 

By the end of the first study session, Andrew leaves feeling happy to spend his time researching with you, and a bit sad that he has to wait until tomorrow to see you again.

The next day, you both go back to the library to research some more material for your project. You gather up what books you want to dissect today, sitting down at a table with Andrew to study, but he seems a bit distracted now.

Andrew's eyes drift from the pages to you repeatedly, he couldn't read a full page without looking at you twice, which made your work less efficient.

        "Are you okay?" you finally questioned.          Andrew seemed surprised that you caught him, his green eyes flickering in surprise, before he cleared his throat.         "Um... yeah. I'm just thirsty." He lied. "Hey, do you want a drink? There's a coffee shop not too far from the here. We can continue studying there?" he suggested.          "Sure." You smiled, seeing no harm in it.

        Andrew looked relieved that you accepted his proposal. You both gathered your materials and books, walking together to the library. Andrew stayed walking on the side of the road, a silent act of chivalry that you probably wouldn't have noticed if you weren't observing him to see if he was alright.

        When you got to the coffee shop and ordered your drinks, Andrew sat next to you in the same booth, your shoulders as he claimed it would be easier to point out what one another is talking about and to hear each other better in this crowded place. 

        Even though you both had gotten your drinks, Andrew's mind was still somewhere else. He was too busy staring at you, thinking of how pretty you looked with how your hair was done, or how your eyes looked in this coffee shop's lighting, or how you bit your lip slightly when you started to daydream while reading about the boring events going on for your project.

By the end of your second day together, you both had to leave the coffee shop because of how late it got. Andrew was disappointed he had to leave you, but he knew he'd see you tomorrow. 

On day three, Andrew woke up early and stopped at the library to check out some books for today's study session. He dropped them off at his apartment, cleaning up his apartment some before walking to class. He sees you and sits next to you during the lecture, making small talk with you before class started. 

Andrew and you goofed off a bit during class, but were still pretty productive helping each other out and not being too distracting to your other peers, so your professor allowed you two to stay seated together.

When class was over, Andrew mentioned how he picked up books earlier this morning during a grocery run since the library was just around the corner from him (liar). He said the books were at his apartment and that you both can study at his place.

You agreed. It'd be easier to study someplace where you wouldn't get kicked out for staying too long or for being too loud, and it's also helpful for if you get thirsty or hungry. You and Andrew walked to his apartment together as he walked on the side traffic was. 

Andrew almost wrapped his arm around your waist, but felt that it would be too intimate for now (he didn't want to scare you after all!) He instead placed his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

When you questioned what he was doing, Andrew leaned down into your ear and spoke: "it's loud out here with the traffic and all, this just makes it easier to hear you."

You ignored it, following him back to his apartment. He unlocked the door and allowed you to step inside, before closing it behind you and locking it. Andrew took you to his bedroom, saying the books were in there. 

The books were on his bed as Andrew sat down on it, looking up at you, as if telling you to join him in bed. You did, sitting down next to him and picking up a book to start analyzing. Andrew had a bit of a hard time focusing with you in his room, on his bed, alone with his company. He was able to manage, reading and going over the topics with you. 

Andrew played soft jazz music in the background, claiming that the music was around the same time period as the project, so perhaps it'd get them in the mood to keep studying or maybe the lyrics could have something mentioning the project. Either way, the music and all this reading was starting to make you sleepy.

Andrew noticed how your eyes drooped, and how your head started to bounce up and down as you tried to keep yourself away. He hid his smile by hiding his face with his book. Before you could try leaving, you fell asleep on his bed next to him. Andrew noticed, and after a few minutes of making sure you were completely asleep, he placed both of your books down on his dresser, writing today's research papers for the two of you since you were asleep.

Andrew curled up next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he admired your sleeping figure. He kept the jazz music playing in the background, just in case you woke up from him turning it off and so it looked like he fell asleep too when you would eventually wake up.

When you woke up, you were fairly confused and flustered that you had fallen asleep in Andrew's room, and even more flustered once you realized you not only fell asleep in his bed, but his arms too. Andrew stirred awake when you tried to move out of his grasp, realizing you woke up. He apologized (fake, of course) and said that when he sleeps he usually hugs a pillow, so he must've thought you were his pillow when he fell asleep.

It was a reasonable answer, so you accepted the apology and moved on, getting ready for class. In the next few days, you and Andrew were able to finish your project and presentation together, getting a perfect score with each other's help. 

Andrew was disappointed that you two couldn't work together on the project together, so he proposed that you two become study buddies and help each other study. You accepted, making Andrew happy that he still got to see you and hang out with you after school alone. 

When Andrew left to go back to his parent's apartment, he made sure to call you about the situation at home, the contaminated water and the quarantine and all. He called you everyday, for hours at a time as you both fell asleep on the phone lines. 

When Andrew's calls faded all of a sudden, you were pretty concerned for him. He still wasn't in class, and he hadn't called you in almost a week despite your phone calls every day. 

It wasn't until you got a knock on your apartment that you saw him. When you opened the door, Andrew rushed in and immediately picked you up, spinning you around in the air as he smiled. 

"(Y/N)!" he smiled brightly, his hands on your hips as he spun you in the air happily. "Andrew!" you gasped, a smile making way on your face as you couldn't help but laugh as his actions. "Where have you been? Why haven't you been calling me?" you questioned, your face turning in confusion when you caught the whiff of something metallic on his clothing.  "That doesn't matter." He smiled, setting you down on the ground as he looked at you adoringly.  You noticed something on his cheek and used your thumb to wipe it off. It was a small blotch of red. Strange... "That doesn't matter anymore. She tried to keep us apart, but I wouldn't let that happen." He spoke, his eyes half-lidded as he stared into your pretty ones. "Nothing matters anymore. I'm here with you now." 

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Hey I was just wondering if you could do a descendants 4 Hades x Maleficent x reader were the reader is the kid of the big bad wolf (or the younger version of the big bad wolf) so shes a werewolf and its close the full moon and she feels psychically sick and achy and shes been unintentionally avoiding them the past few days and they get worried. If you do this thank you so much.

Werewolf season

Paring: Hades x Big bad wolf reader x Maleficent

Genre: hurt/comfort, happy ending ofc & werewolf changing described kinda like growing pains..

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, descriptions of pain, cursing, and Grammer/possible spelling errors that I'll fix later

A/N: I was watching an ever after high edit whilst writing this, so if she reminds you of a certain wolf girl.. anyways I'm so sorry this took a hot minute, schools coming up but I hope u like this still!!!

God, was it torture to be in class right now

I mean, how could you stay focused in class when the full moon was coming in two days.

You started your werewolf changing process, which was rather slow this year, taking a full week to start, and of course, the changing process was causing you to be more paranoid, mainly more paranoid of hurting others around you because some werewolfs couldn't control themselves when in their werewolf forms, you being one of the unlucky people.

An incident of this being when you fully changed and attacked a student in freshman year, almost getting yourself expelled if it wasn't for your parents arguing with merlin about how horrible and a 'punch to how werewolves are already treated as monsters' so he'd be setting back all werewolves by years back and adding that you couldn't control yourself in that state making it not your fault

And clearly, your parents won that argument as you're still attending merlin Academy.

And so here you where practically laying on your desk in this boring history class with clenched teeth, wanting nothing more than for it to end.

You forget every year how painful the changing process really was as you felt sick, not a cold sick. Your whole body felt like it was growing and stretching from under your skin, and it was.

Bouncing your leg under the table, trying to distract yourself from the pain you were in as you spaced out or tried to space out, it wasn't really working all too well.

Your eyes kept flickering towards the clock, 10 more minutes until this class ended, you rolled your eyes, they now had a weird itchy feeling so did your hands balling them up and closing your eyes waiting out the minutes till you could run to your dorm room away from the prying eyes of your classmates

Honestly, this class wasn’t all that bad. The teacher was lenient to you being as she did, she'd research on werewolves and could hold your attention for long enough.

But a certain fae, your girlfriend that you just so happened to be avoiding, was currently staring holes into your skull with a slight worried expression on her usually blank face

You had almost forgotten you shared this class together and where seatmates... well, you two didn't actually sit together, but the kid she stole the seat from was too scared to get it back, so it was her seat now.

You felt her hand on your shoulder as she stared down at you. "You've been ignoring me and hades." She said, not caring for the teachers annoyed expression. When she interrupted the teachers rant, she was more focused on her girlfriend, who had been ignoring her and their boyfriend almost all week.

She didn't understand or know why

"I dont know what you're talking about. " You mumbled out a blatant lie through your clenched teeth, eyes avoiding hers.

Maleficents eyebrows furrowed at the lie, her mouth opening to say something but was interrupted by the teacher. "maleficent, i will send you to the principles office if you interrupt me again, im teaching you can talk to your girlfriend later." Maleficent rolled her eyes at the teacher but stayed silent, returning to staring at you

The teacher looked at you, shaking her head but continued on with her boring rant about some old witch called 'glinda' and all her good deeds she'd done for some girl from a place called Kansas. Who would name their kid glinda?

The bell rung signaling classes was over everyone had stared to get up gathering up their stuff to leave but being stopped by your teacher as she spoke loudly "class i will be assigning homework for you to do tomorrow."

Your whole class could be heard groaning and complaining from down the hall as they all packed up their things to leave the classroom. She was the only teacher to assign homework when Castel coming was happening in a week

You had already been out the door the second the teacher finished, heading straight for your dorm

If you had looked back, you would have seen a confused and almost hurt look on your girlfriends face as you practically ran away from her

You'd been lucky enough to get a dorm with a girl that had a boyfriend, so that meant she was never really there, so you had the whole dorm to yourself most of the time

As you rounded the corner, you collided with someone, stumbling back as growling at the person looking up to start yelling at whoever almost made you fall only to see hades your other partner you were avoiding.

Hades looked almost caught off guard by you growling at him. He'd seen you growl at others before, but never him. But that wasn't the only reason for his concerned look

You looked bad. Your hair was messier than normal, your nails looked sharper, almost claw like, and your eyes were blown wide and seemed to have this glow to them, making the normally cocky God concerned

"Are you alright?" He asked, almost uncertain of his words as he stared at his girlfriend who was looking anywhere but at him "I'm fine, I really have to go so..!" You said almost too quickly as you ran past him and towards your dorm you could hear him call out your name but you didn't turn back

Once you got to your dorm, your roommate not being here per usual you flopped onto your bed backpack thrown somewhere across the room as you immediately curled into yourself tail wrapping itself around your front as you just wanted to stay in bed and rot.

Your body ached in places it normally wouldn't it normally shouldnt. your body was growing, changing and it hurt is bad your nails digging into your arms as you held yourself tears brimming in your eyes as you wanted someone to stop it, wanted someone to hug you close without you accidentally hurting them in the process..

As you laid there you heard a knock, not a gentle one, one that makes you jump at how hard it was but it abruptly stops another person is seemingly yelling at someone and soon comes more gentle knocking oh.. you knew both of those knocks maleficent and hades where knocking at your door.

You slowly sat up staring at the door, contemplating if you wanted to open the door knowing your partners that you've been avoiding like the plague the best you could where standing on the other side of the door waiting for you

Begrudgingly, you sit up, sitting on the edge of the bed for a minute or two and getting up your bare feet touching the cold wood floor making you wanna crawl back into bed but you couldn't, not now... sadly.

You slowly walked closer to the door as you hearing the two bicker through the door, making you sigh out loud before twisting the door handle, looking down at your hand and noticing just how long your nails are and how they look a bit dirty before looking away and pulling the door open

The twk stopped arguing when they noticed you standing there, still holding the door handle, turning towards you. maleficent was the first to speak as always

"Why are you ignoring us, and don't say you aren't because you are blatantly." She said, crossing her arms as she spoke, her voice flat like she didn't care but her slightly raised eyebrow, and the way her eye twitched told you otherwise..

hades preferred to stick to snide comments, but he still nodded at what maleficent said, furrowed eyebrows and a frown

You took a breath already regreating your choice of opening the door as now you're being greeted with the consequences of ur actions, actions being not telling your clearly worried partners about being a full werewolf not just the whole werewolf traits and such.

You looked at them a frown of your own now on your face. You stayed quiet for a bit, trying to think of what to say, but your head was empty. There wasn't anything you could say that would be a good excuse, so you kinda shrugged, standing there before you quickly tried to close the door and end this rather tense and awkward silence

But you where stopped by hades boot that was now in between the door keeping you from closing the door, before his hand pushed it back open you looked at the door than him, then maleficent before sighing as you knew they wouldn't leave you alone till they knew why you where ignoring them

"Don't just close the door. We're just worried about you, and we deserve an explanation." Hades said as he looked at you. "You've been avoiding us. Why?" He said as you stayed silent looking away as you realized you couldn't hide this anymore even if you wanted too.

It's not like it was that big if a deal it was just.. you were a bit ashamed for no apparent reason but still

You put a hand on your side that felt a bit like it was streaching, which it was, and it hurt a bit. "I just... I'm sorry, yeah, I've been purposely avoiding you guys it's just.. im a werewolf, and I didn't want you two to think differently about me, so I hide it. " You took a deep breath before speaking awkwardly laughing a bit before continuing."I know it's really not that big of a deal, but it is to me! Being a werewolf is frowned upon, and i was afraid that if you knew, then you wouldn't want to be with me anymore, I guess.."

You took a shaky breath before looking at the two who stayed silent in the doorway. They both had strange looks on their faces that made your heart twist in your chest as the longer they stayed silent, the more you were sure they didn't want to be with you anymore nkt that you'd blame them you did lie to them..

You were one of the monsters people would tell stories to their children about to scare them from going too deep into the woods

Maleficent rolled her eyes as she spoke, "That was the reason you were ignoring us?" Making your eyes snap over to her before shaking your head, yes. "I mean, yeah, it was -"

Maleficent interrupted you as she spoke as if you had said the stupidest thing ever. "Well, that was a stupid reason. We've been together for two years, and I truly couldn't care less what you are. you're our girlfriend either way, beast or not." She stated, shaking her head as hades let out a laugh, making maleficent hit him in the side with her elbow

Now, it was your turn to feel slightly stunned. You felt silly for worrying about what they'd think now that they were here. You really were worrying all for nothing, eyes stinging, and the fatigue finally hitting you

Hades rough hand came to your shoulder lightly pushing you aside so that they could come in instead of standing outside of your room

A softer hand grabbed yours, being careful of the claws that now replaced your nails, leading you over to your bed sitting on the large bed, placing your head on her lap as you almost curled up immediately in her lap, bottom lip wobbling a bit

Hades moved your legs so that they were now resting on top of his lap as the two stayed silent, just listening to your slightly incoherent mumbles, and every now and then groans of pain

Maleficent already figured out that you must be shifting still. That may be why you've been more flightly than normal and more... emotional as the tears in your eyes just from your head in her lap only proved her point

Hades drew patterns on your leg that calmed you down a bit. You'd say it was the hand motions when asked, but truly, it was just his touch

Maleficent silently and skillfully undid your cape strings that were tied securely under your chin, slipping the soft meterial off of your form tossing it onto your floor. You'd complain about that later

With the cape gone now, there could be seen two small ears and a long tail that would most likely get bigger in the next two days when you actually shifted fully.

But no comment was made about it, just a comforting silence from your partners as you drifted off, succumbing to sleep in your lovers embraces.

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Your Teddy ~ Theodore Nott x f!reader (PART 3 & END)

Requested: No

Pairing: Theodore Nott x f!reader (+ SPOILER x f!reader - secret and non-reciprocal.)

Summary: y/n gets adjusted at her new life with Theo's help.

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: swearing, English is not my first language

A/N: Thank God one of my classes on Wednesday was online and the other was cancelled otherwise I don't know when I could have written it lmaooo. ANYWAY. Thank you guys so much for +270 followers, love y'all!! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it! xx

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PART TWO

“Darling?” your mother calls from downstairs. “Dinner is ready!”

Putting your book away, you rose from your bed and let out a silent sigh. The day after your conversation with Theo, your parents insisted you get home to rest, and, while you didn’t want to leave Hogwarts, they seemed to want you with them so bad that you had reluctantly accepted. You had now been home for over two weeks, two weeks spent reading books to learn some things and reading letters from Pansy and Theo. While Pansy’s letters were enjoyable and kept you updated on classes and the current gossip at school, you had to admit you awaited for Theo’s letters the most. He wrote to you about his daily life, sometimes making you laugh with a joke or when he told you about what funny thing one of his friends had done or said, and always ended the letter with the same sentence: I miss you. Those words shouldn’t make you feel the way they did, but they did; and you shouldn’t be missing Theo that much, but you were. 

From the moment you saw him, Theo had captivated your mind. You didn’t know if it was the way he had hugged you when he stormed in the hospital wing, the way he looked at you with those blue eyes of his, or just him, but ever since you had seen him in the hospital wing, you had a hard time not thinking about him. When you had realised what having lost all your memory meant, you were scared some people would lie to you or pretend to be someone they weren’t, but for some reason you knew Theo hadn’t lied. You had felt incredibly guilty when you saw how hurt he was when he learnt you didn’t know who he was - and still felt that way. But now, you also wanted to get to know him, and to spend time with him. There was something about him that just drew you towards him. It was partly physical, because, well, he was gorgeous, but also in his personality, how soft his voice was when he was talking to you, how patient and understanding he was, and how he made you feel safe without even trying. And now, after three weeks of only writing to each other, you couldn’t wait to see him again - but never dared to say it. I’ll try to tell him I miss him in my next letter.  

Leaving your room, you went downstairs to find your parents around the table, your mother bringing dinner to the table and your father finishing to set the table. They immediately smiled at you, and you smiled back. Your parents had been nothing but kind and understanding during your stay, but they constantly tried to make you remember things, so much so that you started to feel a bit overwhelmed after a while - which was another reason you couldn’t wait to go back to Hogwarts. 

“Got some rest, darling?” your father asked, sitting on the other side of the table.

“I hope you don’t overwork yourself, sweetie,” your mother continued. “You’re here to get rest and recover.” 

“I’m fine,” you assured them with a smile, sitting down.

“Are you sure, darling? I have to say, you look a bit tired.”

Your mother was right, and there was a reason for that fatigue. Each night, you had terrible dreams about your abduction - dreams or memories, who knew? - and you were now almost afraid to sleep. Like you had told Theo, you were thankful you didn’t remember anything about your kidnapping, but having those dreams brought you a bit of anxiety. You hadn’t told anyone, because you were scared that your parents would freak out, and didn’t tell Theo in order not to bother him. You ate your plate, not saying a word as your parents talked about everything and anything. Once you were done, there was a moment of comfortable silence, and you cleared your throat. 

“I have something to ask you guys,” you said. 

“What is it, dear?” 

“I’d like to go back to Hogwarts,” you answered, not beating around the bush. “I think I’m fully recovered now. It was nice being here, and I appreciate everything you did for me, but I think it would be good for me to go back to school.” 

Your parents shared a look, and for a second you thought they were gonna insist you stayed here.

“If that’s what you want, y/n,” your mother said, “then we support you.”

“We’ll write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow,” your father nodded. “It will be good for you to be with your friends again.” 

“And Theodore,” your mother added with a wink. 

You felt your cheeks becoming pink and looked at your plate.

“He’s a good lad,” your father smiled.

“I hope you guys will…find a way to get back to the relationship you had,” your mother said gently. “You loved him a lot.” 

You nodded, and after a long moment of your parents telling you stories about your childhood, you decided to bid your parents goodnight - which always included a hug - and went back upstairs to your room. You lit a candle, as it was dark outside, and sat down at your desk before grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink. 

Dear Teddy, 

I was supposed to stay a little longer with my parents, but I really want to go back to Hogwarts now. My parents will write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow, and I hope to be at school in the next few days. 

I miss you.

y/n

You then turned to your owl, who apparently had the habit of going to sleep at the same time as you, who made a small noise as if to greet you as you opened its cage. 

“Can you take it to Theo?” you asked your pet. 

You gently stroked its feathers, and then your owl took the letter and flew across the opened window. 

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You stepped out of the chimney, and, as expected, found yourself in Professor Snape’s office. He was sitting on his desk, apparently grading students’ work, and barely raised his eyes to look at you.

“Good evening, Professor.”

“Miss y/l/n. I hope you’re fully recovered.”

His last words surprised you, as you had found him cold and severe during the few minutes you saw him in the hospital wing. 

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Then I shall see you in class.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carrying your luggage, you left his office, and, as you expected, you found Pansy waiting for you in the corridor. She immediately opened her arms and almost ran to give you a hug, which you gladly accepted.

“Aw, darling, I’m so happy you’re back! How do you feel?”

“I’m good.”

But your attention was on the person behind her. Theo was leant against the wall, his hands in his pockets. You detached yourself from Pansy, and Theo and you started to walk towards each other. You felt your heart beat faster, and it even beat faster when Theo gave you a small, shy, smile. Did I feel that way before?

“Hey.”

“Hey. It’s nice to see you.”

“You too.”

It was a bit awkward, as neither of you knew what to do - a hug? A kiss? - but Theo stared at you for a second before stepping closer, gently cupping your face in his hands and kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch and his lips on your skin much more than you thought. After the kiss, his hands remained on both sides of his face before he took them away, and you felt disappointed and sad.

“Thank you for your letters,” you said. “I really enjoyed receiving them.” 

“I liked your answers, too,” he said. 

You smiled at him, and suddenly Pansy chuckled.

“Come on, you bloody lovebirds, let’s go.”

You and Theo shared an amused look before you all went to the Slytherin common room, which was near. 

“We should go get dinner,” Pansy said. “y/n, dear, how about you put that luggage in your bag and you’ll unpack after dinner?”

“Alright,” you nodded.

After all, you were hungry too. Pansy led to your dorm, as you honestly didn’t remember where it was, and you put your luggage inside before going to the Great Hall alongside Pansy and Theo. On the way, Pansy kept talking about all that happened while you were gone, but only heard half of it as your hand kept touching Theo’s, which made you somehow want to hold it - or at least to have some physical contact with him. I’m going crazy, you thought. Why do I want to touch someone who’s still a stranger? 

Once in the Great Hall, you sat between Pansy and Theo, who introduced you to his friends, who all greeted you warmly. You looked around, trying to familiarise yourself with the large, beautiful crowded room. As you had lived in a quiet house for weeks, all the noise around made you feel uneasy and comfortable. Only Theo seemed to notice, as he grabbed your hand under the table. You turned to him, and found him giving you a reassuring, warm look. You squeezed his hand, both to show thankfulness and affection, and he gently stroked the top of your hand. You started to feel better, and focused on the conversations the boys were having. You didn’t participate in it, as you had ho idea what they were talking about half the time, but you laughed at their jokes - and, with each laugh, Theo and you shared a look. Once you were done eating, Pansy and you decided to go back to the common room - as it was still too early to go to bed -, and the boys followed. After sitting on one of the green couches, again next to Theo, for two hours spent listening to the boys, sometimes talking to Pansy and again feeling the push to touch Theo’s hand. As it was now getting late, the boys started to go to bed, as they started classes early tomorrow, but unlike earlier, Theo didn’t hesitate to once again cup your face in his warm hands and kiss your forehead, but this time, you got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Good night, Teddy.”

“Good night, cara mia.”

You blushed at the nickname, before following Pansy - whose dorm was not far away from yours. 

“I promised to spend the night with Daphne,” Pansy said, apparently feeling guilty. “Her dorm is the one next to yours, so I won’t be very far if you need me, okay? You got along very well with Daphne before your…um, departure. She won’t mind at all.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you said. “I’m actually tired, so I don’t think I’ll have a hard time falling asleep.” 

“Alright.” Pansy hugged you, “Sleep well, dear.”

She gave you one last hug before entering Daphne’s dorm, leaving you alone in the silent corridor. You went into your dorm, closing the door behind you. You looked at the unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar objects. It felt as if it all belonged to someone else. Trying to ignore the feeling, you unpacked your bag, went to take a shower and then went to bed. Tomorrow, Pansy would give you a list of all the things they saw in class while you were gone and it was going to take you a while to catch up on everything - and if you didn’t manage to, it was going to be even harder to pass your exams at the end of the year. 

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“y/n, wake up! Come on, wake up!”

You jolted awake, trying to catch your breath. The dark, cold room and the unfamiliar voices that had been plaguing your sleep were still fresh in your mind, and your first reflex when you felt two hands on your shoulders was to try to pull away.

“Amore, it’s me!” 

It took you half a second to realise you were in your dorm, safe, and that it was Theo in front of you. 

“Teddy?” 

He nodded, and sat on the bed. “I had the feeling I needed to check up on you, and when I came you were having a nightmare.” 

He started stroking your shoulders with all the tenderness in the world, and, almost without realising it, you put your head in his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, and put his chin on the top of your head.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.” 

He pressed a light yet tender kiss on your temple and your heart, which had been beating very fast from waking up so abruptly, starting beating normally. After a while, you felt better, and not once did Theo move. 

“Thank you, Teddy,” you whispered.

“Of course, tesoro.”

Despite wanting to stay in the comfort of his arms, you detached yourself from him, but he kept one of his arms around you. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his thumb stroking your skin.

You shook your head, and he gave you a nod. 

“I don’t remember much,” you said. “But… Teddy?”

“Hum?”

“Would you…Would you mind staying here with me?” you asked more shyly than you thought.

Theo looked at you and had a soft half smile. 

“I’d like nothing more, love.” 

He bent to press a kiss on your temple and you moved to the side of the bed to give him as much space as you could. Once he was ready, he gently brought your head to his chest before putting one arm around your waist and the other in your hair. Instinctively, you put one hand on the side of his neck, and after a short moment, you felt your whole body relax. You closed your eyes, and suddenly realised Theo smelt amazing.

“You smell good,” you whispered without thinking.

He had a chuckle, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You used to tell me that often,” he said. “But thank you, cara mia, you smell good too.”

He started playing with your hair, and you fell asleep to the beating of his heart and his warmth.

When you woke up the next morning, your head was in the crook of Theo’s neck, and one of your legs was over one of his. His arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and, looking at him, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked when he was sleeping. You put your head back, wanting to enjoy the comfort of his warm embrace for a moment, but you realised it was time to wake up. You pressed some kisses on his cheek, and after a while he started slowly moving. 

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

He groaned before he finally opened his eyes, and his lips immediately turned into a smile. He looked at you for a moment, and brought his hand to your cheek.

“I almost forgot how good it felt,” he said almost to himself.

“What?” you frowned. 

“To wake up with you in my arms.” 

“It feels good too,” you whispered, caressing his hair. “And I know it felt good before my abduction.” 

There was no way it didn’t feel like that before. If only I could remember…

“We should get up,” you said.

He nodded and had a small sigh, “Yeah, we should.” But then he smiled, “But five more minutes, please?” 

You laughed and nodded.

“Alright, five more minutes.” 

But, as you should have expected, five minutes into ten, then twenty, and finally thirty before you managed to have him let you get out of bed. You rose from the bed, which made him groan in annoyance, and as you went to the bathroom to get your school uniform, you turned to the bed, where Teddy hadn’t moved.  

“Teddy, come on!” you laughed.

“You know, cara mia, no one would mind if you only started class tomorrow.”

You know he was likely to be right, but you shook your head.

“Maybe, but I have enough to catch on already. I can’t afford to be even further behind.”

“I’ll help you,” he said, sitting. “You were always a very good student, why shouldn’t you be now?”

“Maybe I was, but now it’s different.” 

Teddy stared at you, and you immediately knew what he thought. Yes, it is different now.

“I can still help you,” he said.

You nodded, “I’d love that, Teddy.” 

He finally got up, and agreed to go dress up in his dorm when you asked him.

“We’ll meet in the common room in five minutes,” you assured him. 

And as promised, you met there five minutes later, both all ready for the day. It felt a bit weird to be in a uniform, but you did your best to ignore it. After all, everyone was wearing it. Theo and you sat again with his friends and Pansy, who immediately asked you how was your night.

“Oh, really good.”

You and Theo shared a look and you felt yourself blush. 

After breakfast, you walked with Theo to class, with him sometimes giving you information about the castle, or something you saw. On the way, some students came to you to tell you they were happy to see you again, and each time, you felt thankful but awkward. But thankfully, Theo didn’t leave your side once, and always let you know who the person was - friends for the most part. They were Slytherins for most, but as you came closer to class, it was a Gryffindor boy, with dark hair, green eyes and glasses, who approached you.

“y/n? Hi, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” 

You noticed the strange scar he had on his forehead, but it felt impolite to ask him about it. 

“Back off, Potter,” Theo said coldly. “We don’t have time for you.”

“Teddy, don’t be rude,” you frowned.

“I was just asking how she was,” the Gryffindor boy said calmly. “I wasn’t talking to you.” He turned to you with a kind look, “I’m glad to see that you’re alright. But…You really don’t remember anything?”

Theo opened his mouth to answer but you were faster.

“No, unfortunately. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” 

“Harry,” he simply answered. “I’m Harry. We…” 

This time, Theo sighed.

“It is really kind of you to ask how my girl was, Potter, but if the Chosen One will excuse us, we’re gonna be late for Potions.”

He put an arm around your waist, and before you could say anything, led you to the end of the corridor. You gave Harry a look of excuse, but he only stared at you.

“Teddy, that was rude,” you said as you entered the Potions room. “He was nice.”

“Not all people are as nice as they look, love,” he simply said and you rolled your eyes. 

“But, if he asked me how I was, he must have been a friend, no?”

Theo had a small, annoyed sigh. “That’s a big word. But your closest friend is Pansy. And also Daphne, I guess. If you need more friends, ask Pansy to introduce you to girls from our house. Or at least, who aren’t in Gryffindor.” 

Theo indicated you a seat in the middle of the class, and sat next to you.

“By the way,” you asked, “what is that strange scar he has?”

Theo sneered, “Long story.”

You were about to ask him when Professor Snape came in, and all conversations faded at once. He gave instructions for the rest of the lesson, and you and Theo worked on the potion. You laughed a few times because Theo couldn’t stop making jokes. Snape eventually noticed and came over.

“Mr Nott, do focus on the potion. Miss y/l/n needs to concentrate if she wishes to get back to the same level as the rest of the class, and I think your immature foolishness will make it harder.”

“We’re sorry, professor,” you apologised. “I was a bit nervous, as it is my first class since I got back, and Teddy was only trying to help…in his own way.”

Snape stared at you both and left without a word. Theo and you looked at each other and had a hard time not laughing.

“Dumbledore must have asked him to be nicer to you,” he whispered as he stirred the potion. “Usually, we would have got detention. Or at least a threat of it.” 

The rest of the class went smoothly, and so did the rest of the day, with all the teachers telling you they were there if you needed anything, and helping you if needed. As the last class of the day ended,  you put your book in your bag and rose from your seat. Theo did the same, and you started walking to the door, but Theo didn’t move. 

“Pansy and I need to talk to Professor McGonnagall,” he said. “It’s gonna take a while,” he sighed. “Hey, how about you go to my dorm - it’s the first one after the serpent symbol - and eat the snacks I left there? You used to like them.”

You were a bit surprised, but nodded. You left the class, and walked down the corridor when you heard a voice from your left side.

“y/n!”

You turned your head and saw Harry in a smaller, darker corridor. 

“Harry?”

“Can we talk?” 

Your eyes went to the door of the class, where Theo still was.

“Sure.”

You walked to place yourself in front of Harry, and you noticed he looked at you strangely. 

“I’m sure you’ve been asked this several times, but you don’t really remember anything about your abduction?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Nothing.”

You could have talked to him about the nightmares, but if you didn’t tell Theo, the person you were the closest to at the moment, why would you talk to a stranger about it?

“And,” Harry continued, “what did they tell you about it?”

You frowned, trying to remember the first conversation you had with Professor Dumbledore. “Well, they said I went to, um, Hogsmeade, I think, alone, and that’s where I was last seen. Apparently I was kidnapped because my parents work at the Ministry. They also don’t know where I was being held or how I escaped.” 

Harry thought for a second. “And what did tell you about the Death Eaters?”

You frowned again, “Not much, only that they worked for someone with bad intentions. But I’m aware I was likely interrogated and tortured, though. Why?”

“Nott,” Harry said. “His father used to work for that ‘someone with bad intentions’. Malfoy’s father too. Oh, and, Nott’s best mate Riddle, he’s the son of that someone.”

You tried to register his words. Theo’s father? You knew Theo did not see him much, and never thought much about it. Draco? Who has been nothing but polite and kind to you? And Mattheo, the funny Mattheo who constantly teased Theo like a brother, and was friendly and warm? After all, you didn’t know any of them. For all you knew, they might have lied all along. 

“You…think they know something?” 

Harry shrugged, “Who knows. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t trust anyone. I…just want you to be safe, okay?” 

He opened his mouth to say something else but kept silent. 

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m here if you need anything.”

You nodded and after giving him a polite smile, you went back to the corridor, and walking down it, you ran into Professor Snape.

“Miss y/l/n.”

“Sir?”

“The Headmaster wishes to see you in his office at once. Please follow me.”

You nodded and followed him through numerous corridors. He made you enter a beautiful room with several windows, where the Headmaster was waiting for you. 

“Professor, Miss y/l/n.”

“Thank you, Severus. Please, Miss, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”

You approached his desk, and sat on one of the large grey armchairs - which were far more comfortable than they looked.

“If you allow me, Miss, how do you feel?”

“I’m well, thank you, sir.” 

“And how was your first day here?”

“Very good, sir. I’m glad to be back in class with my classmates.”

 “Good, good. And, one last question, did any of your memories come back?”

You shook your head, “No, sir. I tried to remember anything, even small things, but in vain so far.”

Dumbledore nodded. “I expected it, do not worry. However, if I made you come here today, it’s not only to make sure you are well, but also, giving your answer to my last question, to tell you there is maybe a way to find your memory back.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Really?”

“Yes. Please, come”

You rose from the armchair and followed him to a small, beautiful basin you hadn’t noticed. 

“This is a Pensieve,” Dumbledore said kindly. "If I put a memory inside, I can watch it. Even the details I don’t remember will be there. However, in your case, I have a bit of hope that, if you put your head inside, you might find your memory again, or at least some of it.” He paused before continuing in an even kinder voice, “But if you do not wish to try, I will not force you. All you have to do is to say ‘no’ and I walk you to the door and wish you a good evening.”

“I want to try.”

For me, and for Teddy. He deserves it. 

And also to see if they’re all lying. 

Dumbledore smiled, “I’ll admit I’m happy to hear it, young lady. So, whenever you’re ready…You will just need to hold your breath for a moment…"

You nodded and walked to the basin, putting both your hands on it. You held your breath, and, having the reflex of closing your eyes, put your forehead forward in the liquid. Your eyes opened by themselves, but no memory came. No scene with your parents when you were a child,, or here at school with Pansy or Theo. The liquid seemed to move a little, as it was being stirred, but eventually, all you saw was white. You waited for a moment, before going back to the surface. You breathed again, and realised, stupidly, that you weren’t even wet. 

“Nothing, sir,” you said, feeling ashamed as if you had failed an exam or didn’t understand something that even a five year old got. “There was only white.”

The Headmaster nodded, “Yes, so I thought. Trust that I’m sorry, Miss. But I will continue looking for a remedy. In the meantime, if your friends or Mr Nott want to show you a memory they have, my door is always open.” 

“Thank you, sir.”

“I believe it is now time for me to wish you a good rest of your evening.”

“Good night, sir.”

You left the office and, after getting lost a few times, managed to finally find your way to the Slytherin’s common room. You heard familiar voices as you came in, and several faces immediately turned to you.

“y/n!” 

Theo and Pansy rose from the green couches and almost ran to you.

“Where the hell were you?” Theo asked in an angry voice. “We searched for you everywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, not expecting him to behave like that, “I was with Professor Dumbledore, he wanted to see how I was doing.” 

“Oh,” Pansy said. “That explains why we couldn't find you. Well, I have to go to the library to do some homework, so I'll see you both later.”

After Pansy left, Theo took your hand and gave you a large smile.

“I have a surprise for you, amore. In your dorm.”

“A surprise?” you said with a smile. 

“Yes,” he laughed. “Pansy and I actually didn’t have anything to tell McGonagall, we just needed to make sure everything was ready. That’s why I asked you to leave. Come on.”

His hand in yours, he led you to your dorm, where he slightly opened the door. 

“Close your eyes, love.”

A smile on your face, you closed them, and Theo put his hands on your shoulders to lead you in, and once you were inside, he put them around your waist. 

“You can look, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

You opened them, and saw the room had completely been transformed. There were flowers and at least thirty small lights in the air (A/N: Like in Disney’s “Tangled”, except it’s not lanterns) all arranged in a precise manner alongside shooting stars, and on your bed were several snacks and several presents. 

“Teddy! It’s so beautiful!” you said, and, without thinking, kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m glad you like it, cara mia. Come.”

The both of you sat on the bed, and he presented all the snacks - and the drinks - he had brought.

“I only took your favourite,” he smiled. “I can’t wait for you to try them.”

The feeling of guiltiness you had when the Pensieve didn’t work came back and you sighed. Maybe I can at least tell him that I tried somehow… 

“I tried,” you said. “In Dumbledore’s office. He…tried to make me remember, but…nothing came. I’m sorry, Teddy. I really want to remember, I promise you.”

“Amore, don’t be sorry,” he cupped one of your cheeks and pressed a kiss on it. “I know you would do anything to remember. And I know it’s not your fault.” 

You nodded before clearing your throat. “Teddy, I…I have a question.”

“Go ahead, amore.”

“Is it true your father used to be a Death Eater?”

Theo looked at you for a while, with both surprise and confusion.

“What? Who told you?” 

You hesitated, but decided to be honest. “Harry. He came to talk to me after class, and…”

“God damn it!” he said, angry now. “This little fucker always have to ruin things. Ever since we got together, he always tried to put ideas into your head.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “y/n, look, it’s true my father used to work for You-Know-Who, but I don’t know if he went back to him after his return, and I don’t care! He could die and I wouldn’t care! I don’t care about him, what he does or what he believes in. All I care about is us and, well, my friends, but I don’t give a damn about anything else!” 

“Teddy,” you said, “I know you care! I’m not saying you’re like him, but maybe through your father and Draco’s, we could find a way to find out who abducted me.”

Theo looked at you, apparently thinking. “We could try…But even if my father or Draco’s father or even his aunt know something, I don’t see them telling us anything unless we use Veritaserum. And we would have to wait for the next school break to ask them.” 

“I can wait,” you say. 

Theo sighed, “If that’s what you want, we’ll make a plan. But, tonight, can we just celebrate being together?” 

Both his voice and eyes were pleading, and all you could do was nod.

“Of course, Teddy.”

He seemed to relax, and, one by one, handed you the presents. There were books, an album filled with pictures of you and Theo, a small book where Theo had written all your memories together, and, to finish, some jewellery - a gorgeous necklace with a heart-shaped diamond, a ring with a small white flower on it - and you thought there was no more gifts and was about to give him a “thank you” kiss on the cheek but Theo took a small grey bag from his back. 

“This one is special,” he said before handing it to you.

You took it with a smile, and opened it. There was a beautiful, small bracelet inside. You took it out and was about to put it on when Theo reached a hand out.

“Do you mind if I put it on your wrist?”

“Sure.

You gave him your wrist and he put the bracelet, but he didn’t let go of your wrist, looking instead at it and caressing it with his thumb. 

“This bracelet is different from the other gifts,” he said. “I gifted it to you on our first anniversary. It has never left your wrist ever since, except once.” You frowned and he looked at you, “when you got abducted, you lost it. I found it on the ground when I was looking for you, and I knew something was wrong.” 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “Your absence was killing me, cara mia. We were never separated since we got together, you know. Even during school breaks, you invited me to your home. Not only that, I didn’t know where you were and could only imagine what you were going through. Even my dreams were filled with nightmares of you facing unspeakable things alone. I couldn’t think of anything but you and how I missed you. I stopped going to class and going down for meals. I would have done anything to get you back, you know? I know I’m still a stranger to you, y/n, and it’s probably too early, but I love you. More than anything, more than my life. You’re all I have, you know? My mother is dead, my father doesn’t give a damn about me. Sure, I have my friends but you…God, y/n, you’re…everything. All the joy and happiness I have, I owe it to you. You taught me to be kinder with others but also with myself, and to have faith in me and what we had. I never took you for granted, and it hasn’t changed. But now, I can’t stand to be apart from you. I totally understand if you want to take things slow, and I will earn your trust and love again, but, please, just…just give a chance, amore. A chance to show you why I’m your Teddy and why you’re my y/n, and to make up for the time we lost. That, even if you don’t remember it, there is a reason why we were together. If you never get your memory back, it’s fine, I’ll spend hours telling you about every moment we had together in detail, and we’ll create new happy ones. I…love you, y/n.” 

After his last words, there was a silence and you could almost feel the weight of his words sinking in, going straight to your heart. That’s when you realised the attraction and the pull you had felt towards him from the moment you saw him was completely normal because Theo, with his large blue eyes and his adorable accent, was your soulmate. There was no doubt why you had loved him. Unable to say a word, you brought your hands to his cheeks and kissed him. The surprise caused him to not kiss you back immediately, but once he did, it was with all the longing he had felt ever since you had disappeared. One of his hands found your waist while the other was on one side of your neck. Your heart started beating faster and you felt something in your stomach before, all of a sudden, you felt as if you were struck by lighting. Your eyes opened by themselves, and images came rushing into your head. 

You playing with your parents as a child, buying your wand, being sorted into Slytherin, your first conversation with Theo and Pansy, all the classes and exams, your time spent with Theo before you guys dated, the moment you realised you were madly in love with him, your first date and first kiss, all the times you guys cuddled, the first time you spent the night loving each other, and, finally the last time you saw him before your abduction. Then, memories of a dark, dirty room and people wearing black pointing their wands at you, screaming in pain as you swore you didn’t know anything, and then, finally managing to escape and run back to the forest where you passed out. You felt tears coming out of your eyes, and broke the kiss.

“I love you too, Teddy. More than anything,” you whispered. 

He frowned, full of confusion, and you stroked his cheeks. 

“I…I don’t know why, but the kiss, it brought back all my memories back. Our first date was a picnic near the lake, right? That’s when we had our first kiss.”

He didn’t say anything but nodded. “You…You remember.”

It was your turn to nod before hugging him, stroking his hair and inhaling his comforting scent. 

“It’s the bracelet,” he suddenly said before breaking the hug. “When I bought it, the man at the shop told me it had magical properties, but I didn’t listen. I was late for class and wanted to have time to create a surprise for our evening. Maybe it remembers its owner?”

“Maybe,” you agreed. “But whatever it did, I’m glad you decided to give it to me that day. I always saw it as a symbol of our love, and now I truly believe it is.”

Theo nodded and you stared at him, admiring how gorgeous he was.

“I love you,” you said, “my Teddy.”

He kissed you again, this time with passion, and you knew this night was the first of many beautiful new memories together. 

(A/N: The bracelet, as Theo said, was magic. When y/n was abducted, a tear fell from her eye to bracelet, and we know memories can be found in tears. So the bracelet basically saved the memories and when she put it on, her memories came back.)

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𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 ── ★ ˙🏎️ ̟ !!

f1 driver!matt x influencer!reader au

summary: after influencer!reader is invited to give interviews at the grand prix event, she meets matt and everything changes for both of them.

intro pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

warnings: mentions of alcohol, brief swearing

wc: 3.6k

notes: im new to the F1 world, so bare with me and im sorry if i get anything wrong. english is NOT my first language.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ༉‧₊˚.

You’ve seen countless races and know just how fast a racing car can go, but seeing it live is a whole different experience.

Practice had been done for about five minutes, and you couldn’t move. Your ears were still ringing, your body pulsing with an incredible surge of adrenaline. It was overwhelming—and this was only practice! You couldn't wait for qualifying tomorrow and the race on Sunday, but for now, you had to survive the day.

Nick noticed your stunned silence and broke it. “Crazy, right?” he said. You turned to him, still in disbelief, shaking your head.

“More than crazy. That was insane! You get to watch this every year?” you asked. Both he and Chris nodded.

“I mean, with Matt here, we get a free ticket if we want it,” Chris explained. “We can’t make it to every race, but our usual ones are the first, the last two, and Monaco. After that, it just depends on our schedules.”

Nick hummed in agreement. “Sometimes only one of us, or our parents, comes out. Or one of us and our older brother. Honestly, it varies. But yeah, we've seen this plenty of times.” You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy—who wouldn’t want that kind of access?

“That’s really nice,” you said, just as footsteps approached.

“Ready to continue the tour, Y/N?” Claudia called. You nodded and hugged the guys goodbye.

“I’ll see you both tonight, right?” you asked, and they both nodded. You smiled and headed toward the stairs, eager to continue exploring the paddock.

Claudia, Hailey, and you toured the entire paddock. You waved at a few of your favorite drivers, hoping you’d have the chance to interview some of them tomorrow. You saw a few other influencers invited by brands and teams—some seemed just as excited as you, while others looked bored, likely treating it like a brand trip. You didn’t quite understand that mindset, but then again, it wasn’t your life.

By the end of the tour, you and Hailey had silently agreed—it was time to find something to eat.

“Hey, Claudia, Hailey and I are thinking of grabbing a late lunch. Wanna come?” you asked as the three of you walked toward the paddock’s entrance.

Claudia smiled. “That’s sweet of you, but I can’t. I’ve got a meeting in about 30 minutes, and we still need to organize tonight’s dinner. Speaking of which, you need to be here by 6:30—no later than 7:00. Bring the passes you’re wearing so they’ll let you in. They’ll tell you where to sit. You’ll probably be seated with the Sturniolos—”

At that, your stomach dropped. You couldn’t help interrupting, trying to act casual despite the sudden panic inside. “Are the drivers sitting with us or…?”

Claudia didn’t seem to notice your unease. “Uh, I don’t think so. They probably have their own table, or they're with sponsors, but don’t quote me on that.” She continued, “There’s no dress code, but you have to wear red. It’s a theme night, apparently. Oh! And we want you to film for our TikTok account—those cute, aesthetic mini vlogs you do. Plus, we want you to do a quick, laid-back interview with our drivers.”

Your head was spinning. Not only were you asked to create content for Ferrari’s page, but you also had to interview both drivers. Charles was manageable—he seemed like someone you could easily befriend. Was he intimidating? Sure, a little, but that wasn’t the issue. Matt, on the other hand… your heart raced just thinking about him. And the weird staring contest you’d had earlier—what the fuck was that about?

Claudia noticed your inner panic and chuckled, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You’ll do great. Besides, there’ll be an open bar for a little liquid courage if needed.” She smiled, and both you and Hailey chuckled.

“Thanks, Claudia. We’ll see you tonight,” you said before hugging her goodbye. Hailey did the same.

You and Hailey ended up at La Rascasse, a popular nearby restaurant that you’d heard a lot about. The food was delicious, and to celebrate the start of a big weekend, you both ordered cocktails. After eating and chatting for a few hours, the clock hit 3:30—time to start getting ready for the first big event of the weekend.

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Once you were at the hotel, you decided to multitask—vlogging on two devices at once: your camera for YouTube and your phone for the mini "come with me" vlog for Ferrari’s TikTok. Surprisingly, you weren’t stressed. Vlogging had become second nature by now—your biggest skill and passion—and a small challenge never hurt anyone.

Home with You by Madison Beer was blaring through your speaker as you finished doing your hair, when Hailey suddenly rushed into your room.

“Did you even bring any red clothes?!” she asked, panic clear in her voice.

You looked at her and chuckled. “Do you really think I’d come on a trip sponsored by FERRARI and not bring any red?” you shot back sarcastically. Hailey rolled her eyes.

“I brought ten red outfits,” you added confidently. Hailey walked over to your suitcase, muttering under her breath, “Of course you did.”

“Is this what you’re wearing?” she shouted from across the room.

“Yes,” you called back, stepping through the door. You were wearing a gorgeous red outfit that accentuated your skin tone beautifully, hugging your body in all the right places—hoping it would make everyone who saw you drop their jaws. Or at least, you hoped so.

“Okay, Ms. Ferrari,” Hailey teased, raising an eyebrow. “I see you’re trying to leave your imprint on a few people.”

You laughed and walked back to the bathroom to start on your makeup.

“I’m not, but whatever,” you said as you finished prepping your skin. “You’d look amazing in either that silk dress or the off-the-shoulder top with the matching skirt, by the way. Maybe you’ll leave your imprint on a certain media person… or should I say, woman?” You flashed her a mischievous grin.

Hailey froze for a moment before trying to play it off with a nervous chuckle. “What are you talking about?” she asked, clearly wondering if you’d figured her out.

“Oh, come on, Hails,” you said, finishing your eye makeup before moving to your base. “I saw the way your eyes literally followed Claudia every time she spoke. Be so for real right now.”

“That’s not true, you’re insane,” Hailey said, clearly flustered, as she picked up the two-piece set from the bed. “Besides, I don’t even know if she’s gay,” she added, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Please, she totally is. I swear she checked you out—like, really checked you out,” you said, completely serious.

“Now you’re just joking. Very funny. I’m leaving,” she replied with a smile, clearly trying to brush it off. You couldn’t help but laugh as she exited your room.

Thirty minutes later, you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. You looked... unbelievable. You barely recognized yourself, but in the best way possible. You looked ten times hotter than usual—and you loved it.

The car’s here, Hailey texted.

It was game time.

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The dinner was at Castelroc, a beautiful restaurant just a short drive from your hotel. Stepping inside, you were immediately struck by the elegance of it all. The space was adorned with red roses and subtle Ferrari logos, creating a classy, sophisticated atmosphere. You felt out of place, yet, at the same time, incredibly welcomed.

The entire event took place outdoors, with stunning views of the Monaco coastline. Tables were scattered across the space, each one illuminated by flickering candles and warm lamps that, though a bit intense on the eyes, added a cozy touch. Whoever was responsible for the decor had truly outdone themselves—it was by far the most beautiful dinner you’d ever been invited to.

As you made your way through the garden, you spotted Nick and Chris immediately, deep in conversation with someone you didn’t recognize. As soon as the mystery person walked away, Nick noticed you and waved you over.

“Hey, guys!” you said with a smile, moving in to hug each of them.

“Y/N! You look beautiful—red is definitely your color,” Nick said, giving you a once-over and making you twirl.

“I have to agree,” Chris chimed in with a smile. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks, guys, you both look great too.” You smiled, then realized Hailey was standing beside you. “Oh, this is Hailey, my manager and literal best friend. Hailey, these are Nick and Chris, Matt’s triplet brothers.” You introduced them, and Hailey extended her hand to each of them.

“Enchantée, mademoiselle,” Chris said with a dramatic, over-the-top bow, which made Hailey laugh.

“Hands off, Casanova,” you teased, grinning. “She plays for the other team.”

Chris flushed a bit, his awkward laugh filling the air. “Oh... sorry. Good for you,” he stammered, making everyone laugh.

Once the laughter died down, the four of you dove into conversation, chatting about everything under the sun as you got to know each other better.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone approaching Chris. You turned and froze—Charles Leclerc was standing right beside you. For a moment, your brain short-circuited, and it took you a beat to regain control of your senses as Nick spoke up.

“Charles, this is Y/N Y/LN. She’s here with Ferrari. And this is her manager and friend, Hailey,” Nick said smoothly, introducing you both. You extended your hand with a smile, your mind still in a haze.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Charles said, turning to you. “I hope you’re enjoying the experience so far.”

Then, he asked, “Were you the one on the balcony today by the track, with the Ferrari hat?”

You froze, suddenly forgetting how to breathe.

You nodded. “Y-yes, that was me,” you said, trying to swallow the lump of nerves in your throat.

“Oh, yeah, Matt and I saw you,” Charles said with a smile. “We were wondering who you were. Are you a Ferrari fan?”

Your brain was scrambling for a response, but Hailey swooped in just in time.

“A fan? Oh brother she sleeps, lives, and breathes Ferrari– it's like in her blood or something,” Hailey answered before you could even open your mouth. You could’ve kissed her in that moment for saving you from your awkwardness.

Charles raised his eyebrows, his smile widening. “Is that so?” he asked, intrigued.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, trying to sound casual. “I grew up alongside it. My dad’s the original fan.”

“That’s awesome,” Charles said, giving you an appreciative smile. “Well, I hope you enjoy your time here. Welcome to Monaco! I hope I can catch up with all of you later.” With that, he gave a nod before turning to chat with another table.

When he leaves, you can't help but breathe. What just happened?!

“You met Charles Leclerc, that's what” said Nick. Oh I said that outloud you think.

“Oh my god, that was crazy,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “I need a drink.” You chuckled nervously, standing up. “Anyone want anything?”

When everyone shook their heads, you made your way to the open bar, which had been calling your name since you walked in.

At the bar, you ordered a cosmopolitan—yes, your mom was obsessed with Sex and the City, and you’d somehow developed a love for the drink as well. While waiting for your order, you couldn’t help but admire the view. The marina was beautifully lit, with boats drifting by and people enjoying the night. It felt surreal being there, and you couldn’t quite comprehend what you had done to deserve this moment.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

“Can I get a root beer, please?” The voice sounded familiar—like you’d heard it before—but you didn’t want to turn just yet.

When the bartender placed your drink in front of you, you quickly thanked them, but just as you were about to leave, the voice spoke again.

“Hey, you were the girl on the balcony earlier, right?”

You turned, and there he was—Matt.

Matt Sturniolo. The Ferrari Formula 1 driver. The Matt. The one who had locked eyes with you in what could only be described as a weird staring contest earlier on the balcony.

“If you weren’t, it’s okay,” he added, when you didn’t immediately respond, clearly unsure.

Words, right. those are important to have a conversation.

“Oh, yeah—sorry, that was me,” you said, somehow feeling a lot more relaxed than you expected. “I’m Y/N,” you said, stretching out your hand.

“Matt,” he replied, as if you didn’t already know, taking your hand in his.

When his hand touched yours, you could have sworn you felt sparks. It was strange—almost like your hand was meant to fit in his, and yet, maybe that was just the cosmopolitan talking.

Which, you realized, you hadn’t even taken a sip of yet.

“Well, Matt, it was nice to meet you,” you said quickly, trying to break the slight awkwardness. But just as you tried to pull away, Matt grabbed your arm, stopping you.

“Wait, don’t go,” he said, his grip gentle but firm. “Don’t you want to talk?”

You blinked, a little taken aback. “You want to talk to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he said, his gaze unwavering, intense. “You’re pretty, you’re here, and you seem about my age.”

You could feel your confidence waver, but you pushed through, trying to match his energy. “Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” you asked, your voice teasing but slightly nervous.

“I don’t think. I know.” he said, his tone firm and confident, trying to throw you off. 

But you don't flinch, maybe blush, but it's dark so who’s going to notice? 

“Is this how you seduce women, Matthew?” you ask, clearly joking. 

“Why? You want me to seduce you?” He replies, his cockiness coming out of him. Which he didn't understand, he wasn't usually like this… but after that slight handshake, you ignited something within him, and he couldn't stop, he had to have you now. 

You chuckle at his question “funny, i'm gonna go now” you say, a slight smile creeping in. You turn around and start walking back to the table, then you feel a presence behind you. 

“You know, following me wont seduce me right?” you say, without turning around and he chuckles. 

“I'm not following you, i'm going to my table” he says, a smile clearly on display, you couldn't see it but it was clear in his voice. 

You stay silent, a bit confused, maybe his table was close to yours. 

And you were absolutely right… but he was much closer to your table than you thought, he was IN your table, right beside you actually. 

“Great! You’ve met Matt!" Nick says as Matt dabs up Chris. “Hailey, this is my brother Matt.” Nick introduces. 

“So you're the famous Matt Sturniolo” Hailey says as she stretches her hand. 

“Heard of me?” Matt asks, knowing the obvious answer. 

“Ehh, a bit– it's her fault to be fair” she says as she sits down, Matt sitting beside you with a cocky grin. 

“Oh so you talk about me?” He says to you and you bite the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact. 

“Well, you're a Ferrari driver, I'm a Ferrari fan, what do you expect?” you say, turning your head towards him, narrowing your eyes. 

You will not give in to his games, no matter how captivating those ocean blue eyes of his are. 

“Don't deny it pretty, you like me” he says, in almost whisper once everyone turns into their previous conversation. 

“In your dreams” you say, standing your ground once again. 

“Maybe you can help me make them come true” he says, and that makes your stomach flutter cause WHAT. This couldn't be real right now. 

Before you could react, Claudia came over, said hello to everyone and told you it was time to give Charles and Matt their small lighthearted interview. 

After about 20 minutes of trying not to laugh, turns out Charles and Matt made a very funny duo, you could see they had a very nice and genuine friendship, which you were glad about, not many F1 drivers were actually genuine friends, but they were. 

The interview itself wasn't THAT fun, it was standard questions about their favorite memory together, how they felt about this year, if they had any predictions and their most crazy hear me out, Charles coming up with Sally from Cars, and Matt coming up with the Elder Wand from Harry Potter, which had you question your entire existence and his. 

The dinner was perfect—delicious food, great conversation, and the whole table was buzzing with happiness. The atmosphere was relaxed and warm, with laughter flowing easily between everyone. Charles had joined you at your table later that night, and Hailey had mysteriously disappeared after dessert was served. She claimed it was to hit the bathroom, but you knew her well enough to guess that she was probably off searching for Claudia.

And the next text you received confirmed it. 

Found claudia!She IS gay. 🤗🤞And well… would you ask for a ride back? Or uber?Do you hate me?

LMAOAs long as i get all the details tomorrow, youre goodHave fun! and be safe🫶

You let out a quiet breath and glanced at the clock. It was getting late, and you didn’t want to be too tired for qualifications tomorrow.

Matt must have noticed the slight distress on your face because he nudged your arm gently.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and sincere.

“Yeah, I just need to find a ride back to the hotel,” you said, offering a neutral smile as you opened your Uber app. But before you could search for a ride, Matt took your phone and set it down on the table.

“I can take you, if you want,” he said, his usual confident demeanor shifting into something more shy and modest.

“I-I wouldn’t want to bother you,” you said, feeling a little embarrassed.

“You’re not bothering me,” he replied quickly. “I was going to head out anyway. Where are you staying?” He grabbed your purse from the chair and stood up.

You were caught off guard but managed to answer anyway. “Uh, the Hermitage Monte-Carlo… I think that’s what it’s called.”

Matt made a satisfied sound. “Perfect, I’m staying there too,” he said, sounding pleased.

“Of course you are,” you muttered under your breath with a chuckle, before turning to say goodbye to the rest of the table. Nick gave you a teasing side-eye, but you tried to play it off, even though he wasn’t letting up.

Outside, Matt’s car was waiting for both of you. He opened the door for you, handing your purse back as you climbed in. You took the opportunity to admire the sleek sports car for a moment.

“Nice car,” you said, turning to look at him.

Matt smiled and shrugged. “Not mine. They just let us rent them while we’re here,” he said, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, but back home, I drive a van.”

You couldn’t help but smile, and Matt caught the expression, grinning right back. How could he not? You had a way of lighting up a room.

The ride was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of comfortable silence that only came after hours of talking and laughing. And besides, the drive wasn’t long—ten minutes at most.

When you arrived at the hotel, Matt quickly parked and rushed around to open your door. You couldn’t help but think it was cute.

“Well, aren’t you a charmer?” you teased, and he chuckled.

“I have to impress the ladies somehow, don’t I?” he shot back with a grin, and you laughed.

You both walked side by side to the elevator.

“What floor—” you both started at the same time, causing you both to laugh.

“Three,” you said, pointing to the button.

“Four,” he replied with a smile, pressing the button for three.

You both stepped into the elevator, settling into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

“Hey, we could go for a longer car ride if you want,” Matt said, breaking the silence. You turned to him, smiling.

“Tempting,” you replied, “but I should get some sleep, and so should you.”

He smiled back. “Maybe next time?”

“Maybe,” you said, not sure how true your words were, but the idea was certainly tempting. Just as the elevator doors opened, you gave Matt a smile and started to walk out, but he called your name before you could go too far.

“Are you going to watch the qualifications tomorrow?” he asked, standing between the elevator doors.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you assured him, turning back toward him with a smile.

“Good,” he said, his tone hopeful. “Come see me before?”

You blinked, a little surprised by the request. “If you want me to?”

“I do,” he said, his eyes locking with yours, and you felt a flutter in your chest.

“I will then,” you said softly, and he smiled.

“Cool, have a good night, pretty girl,” he said, his grin widening. You couldn’t help but blush at the nickname.

“Good night, Matt,” you said, before walking down the hall toward your room, Matt heading back into the elevator with a wide smile on his face.

What the fuck just happened… is the last thought you both have before you close your eyes for the night, ready for whatever tomorrow will bring.

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matthew.sturniolo red suits you

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y/n.sturniolo22 MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING AHH!

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[luvyeni]

❛SANTA BABY❜ ( y. jimin )

p. gf!karina x fem!reader w. 0.7k+

— 𖦹 warnings. wlw ( don't like get off my page ), mentions of unsupportive parents, tribbing , dirty talk

— 𖦹 ( spending your christmas with you wonderful girlfriend ) !

8 days of christmas masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Wait don’t open them yet.” You girlfriend said. “Rina, I wasn’t going to.” You laughed holding your hands over your eyes. “But you’ve forced me to sit here for five minutes — what could the surprise be?”

You and your beautiful girlfriend had only been together for a few months , and this was your first Christmas as official couple and the first one after you came out to your parents, which didn’t end well — so she was destined to make it the best one yet.

She’d been up since 3 am — she started with breakfast in bed, it wasn’t even a surprise though since you woke up, bit you still stayed in bed per her request. Then you spent the morning opening gifts, which was her basically spoiling you with just about things you had in your many different online shopping carts.

After spending the morning in solitude together, you got ready to go meet her family for the first time — who were amazing and accepted you and welcomed you with open arms, which made you tear up, jimin comforting you.

You guys eventually left, returning back to your apartment — where she rushed you into your room, forcing you to sit down, cover your eyes and wait. “My arms are getting tired.” You whined. “Okay baby open."

You uncovered your eyes, blinking to focus them, your jaw dropping. “Oh wow.” You said at her outfit choice. She was dressed in a very santa outfit, that barely covered anything — a santa hat on top of her head chunky black heels. “You like?”

You nodded, silent due to how gorgeous she looked. “Good, I hoped you would, it’s my last present to you.” She slowly stalked over to where you were on the bed. “gonna be a good girl and listen right?” She cupped your jaw. “Answer me pretty girl.” She grabbed your cheeks, making your lips form a pout. “Y-yes.”

“Good, lay back.” She pushed you gently back, straddling your lap. “So so pretty.” She brought her hand to your boob, squeezing . “R-rina.” You moaned. “that’s I baby, let me hear all those pretty moans.” She said kissing your neck. “gonna fuck you just how you like, just sit back and enjoy.” She took her heels off — along with dress, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and the santa hat.

“Let’s get these.” She reached for your skirt, pulling it down, you sat up quickly taking your shirt off before she pushed you back on the bed, climbing back on top of you, kissing you roughly, squeezing and feeling up your body, your moans being swallowed up by her kisses.

“R-rina please fuck me.” You moaned, she gave you a final kiss before ridding herself of her red underwear, along with yours. “Spread your legs, show me that pretty pussy.” She said, toying with your nipples. “that’s it pretty girl.” She moved to your clit, rubbing it. “you’re so wet for me.”

She held your leg up hooked it with hers, both your clits touching. “Fuck.” She sighed. “Ri-rina please move.” She began to rock her hips slowly, kissing your calf. “Yo-your pussy feels so good.” She moaned. “So fucking wet.”

“Fu-fuck rina, fuck me faster.” You moaned- — she sped up her movements, both of you screaming out in pleasure as your clits rubbed against each other, she reached down, grabbing your hand, guiding it to her boobs. “Touch me.” She moaned, you pinched her nipples, she yelp grabbing you boob returning the favor. “R-rina im gonna fucking cum.”

“Sh-shit me too.” She said, “Cum for me princess, cum all over my pussy make a mess for me.” She rocked her hips even faster. “W-wanna cum with you.” She smiled. “Yeah -fuck- wanna cum together.”  You nodded, your orgasm approaching. “Cum with me.”

“Okay princess, hold on then.” She moved even faster, moaning even louder. “Fuck!  Fuck im cumming, cum with me princess, fucking cum.” She grabbed your hand, something she always did, both of you moaning as both your orgasms washed over, your girlfriend hunched over, pulling you into a messy kiss.

You both were tangled up in the covers, you cuddled in her arms, your favorite Christmas movie playing in the background as you shared many kisses , and teasing touches. “did you enjoy your christmas princess.” You nodded, kissing her. “My favorite Christmas ever, because you’re here with me.” She smiled, moving a piece of hair out your face.

“As long as im here all your holidays will be perfect, no one can ruin them with me

©️LUVYENI

[myabsurddreamjournal]

Fate

(part 1)

Soldier Boy x Fem! reader

Summary: Reader is a scientist who is forced to work at lab that they keep soldier boy frozen, she talks and cries to him when she is alone, thinking he can't hear her but he hears everything.

warnings: None, im a ace so my character and story is going to be asexual💜

she slowly approached to cryo where they kept him frozen. it has been a while since she had a opportunity to do this. Since she was taken here they always kept an eye on her, watching every move, punishing any sign of disobedience. It didnt take long for her to learn to be silent, be obedient. scar on her arm reminded her to keep her mouth shut every time she wanted to question something they do. She still remembered the pain. It was her second week here, and she made a mistake of asking why they kept him frozen for almost 40 years. She got the scar for her mistake. The sound of her bone breaking... She could still hear it.

Teardrops started to fall from her eyes as she opened the door of cryo, whenever she was alone she was crying now. It almost became a ritual, sitting on floor with her head hanging low while confessing and apologising to him. Who looked like a statue of a almighty god.

"Hello Ben" she opened her mouth. It made her feel weird hearing her voice saying something other than "yes", or "sir"

"its september 19 today, your birthday isn't it?" she was crying harder now. "i read your file other day. It says you had a rough childhood, me too you know, and now we are both prisoners here. What a fate huh?" she looked at his face as she said that. He looked pale, too pale for human. Well he was in this damn lab for almost 40 years...but deep down she liked the thought of him being something other than a human. Humans always hurted her after all.

After watching the torture tapes she learned he experienced pain and anger just like her. (she threw up all night after seeing the tapes for the first time) he had a life once, he was a child, he had a family. favorite food, favorite drink, he even smoked weed which made her a bit shocked when she read it on the files. But in time she found out he was a lot different from what they made him seen. She saw the few unaired interviews where he acted strong and confident as usual until he was asked about his family or childhood. His eyes getting teary for few seconds, Then his hard expression getting back. His mouth twitching every time journalists made a rude remark.

She knew he was a human. But him being alive after all things human did to him told her he was also something other than human.

and it made her feel good.

"i never wanted to be here, i never wanted this, she said. "i wish i could save you. If i had a powers like you, i would burn here to the ground. And kill all of them. But im so weak. Im so sorry Ben. Im so sorry." She waited there for few minutes. Her head between her hands. Until tiny beeping sound from her watch made her flinch. Telling her it was almost midnight. She needed to get up. Too many work tomorrow. Another day as a prisoner here

She cupped his cheek before closing the door of cyro. It was so cold, but still soft. She couldn't help and kept her hand there while looking at his face. His closed eyelids, then freckles on his nose. Still remembering the first time she noticed his freckles, it was one of the days where her legs hurted for being on her feet for so long. She was taking his blood for monthly test. And she saw them. He had freckles on his nose! They were never shown in his movies or pictures, always hidden behind makeup or his green-gold mask. But they were here. She found them adorable. Never showed it of course. keeping hidden behind her cold emotionless expression.

But she often find herself thinking about him when she tried to sleep at night in "room" they gave her. what else he was hiding under all that persona? What made him happy or sad before all this happened? was it true that he never cried? She tossed and turned at night. Sometimes thinking about him and sometimes thinking about her life. The similitaries between them. Humans hurted him just like they hurted her. They stole their life. She usually fell asleep with this thoughts. And in her dreams it was always end of the World. Everything burning in flames and she watching it from distance with smile on her face.

with a deep exhale she withdrawed her hand from his cheek. "see you tomorrow Ben." she whispered. And she was gone. Not knowing that he heard every word.

that night, she dreamed of something else for the first time since she was captured. Pair of green eyes. They were looking at her. Their shade reminded her a small lake she saw everday when she was a little girl. It was on the right side of the road that she used while walking to school. She always loved the way water moved in small waves. After 2 years, for the first time, she woke up with a warm feeling that morning. it felt like gentle morning sunrise.

[staranghae]

it wasn't your car...

summary : his car isn't yours by wendy. that's the summary. here, go listen to it.

pairing: l.sm x reader genre: exes to lovers warnings: chan slander (im sorry), mentions of making out(?), mention of drinking/drunk people, crying *i think that's about it but if i missed any pls let me know* word count: 800+

that's all lee seokmin was supposed to be. a summer fling.

but instead, the last few days of your vacation were possibly the worst days of your whole life. days that were supposed to spent lounging with him in the pool were spent fighting about your relationship.

it started when he admitted he was in love with you. you weren't ready for something serious then and you said the same to him to which he said he would wait for you. you frankly thought it was ridiculous that he had fallen for you in the span of a month. no one can love someone within a month of knowing them. or can they?

which brings you to now, standing in front of the open door of the passenger seat of your date's black maserati.

the same car you had spent a month driving around and making out in.

the same car that had pulled up to your vacation house every friday at 8pm on the dot to take you on a date.

the same car in which you're about to go on a blind date in now, just to forget about him. because, contrary to your beliefs, it is possible to fall in love with someone within a month. like how you had fallen for seokmin.

you're shaken out of your trance by your date's voice,

"y/n-ssi, are you getting in?"

by the time you look at him, he's standing near the driver's door, waiting for you to get in,

"we'll be late for our reservation if we don't leave right now so..."

you look at him one last time before getting in and willing yourself to forget about butterfly kisses in late afternoons and the enigma that is lee seokmin.

you get through the dinner with little effort. you date, whose name you learn is lee chan, cannot stop talking for the life of him. you're glad for it though, because it means you can zone out and daydream about what could have been with seokmin. eventually, the dinner ends. he pays like the gentleman he is and offers to drive back since it's quite late.

you check the time. 1am. you say yes to the offer despite not wanting to but trying to get a cab would be worse that listening to someone talk about how good of a dancer they are for the umpteenth time in the past hour.

you get home around an hour later and are shell-shocked at the sight in front of you.

lee seokmin, sitting (well, sleeping) on your front porch, with a huge bouquet of carnations and violets in his hand and a letter in the other.

you turn to chan. he looks at you concerned and offers to walk you in, mistaking seokmin for a drunk person who just got the wrong house.

you tell him that it won't be a problem and manage to get him out of your hair before he tries asking about a second date.

you walk up to him and shake him awake. he blinks a few times before turning to look at you. it's almost magnetic, how he reaches out to cup your cheek in the palm of his hand. he pulls back before he actually touches you, though, scared you might run away again.

he stands up and clears his throat before he starts talking, "i know you don't want anything to do with me but i-"

you cut him off before he can finish, "that's not true, minnie..."

minnie. a nickname you got accustomed to in the course of your relationship. a nickname you had tried so hard to forget over the course of the past few days. a nickname that came to you as easily as breathing.

he blinks at you, a little confused. "what do you mean?"

you have to look away from him before you speak, in fear that you may start crying if you had to maintain eye contact with him,

"i mean, i do want something with you. with us."

seokmin breaks first. sobbing his heart out as he stands up to engulf you in a hug. you've hug him back with silent tears streaming down your face.

he pulls away after a few minutes, eyes rimmed red and looks at you. like, really looks at you. the way your features are aligned perfectly on you, the way you're quite literally tailor made for him, and him for you. he also notices you actively trying to avoid meeting his eyes

he simply chuckles at your behaviour, before talking,

"what am i going to do with you?"

you finally find the courage to look up at him,

"you, lee seokmin, are going to be my boyfriend"

seokmin swears he sees a halo on your head. you laugh at him because of course he would say something that corny with a straight face.

yeah, you'll be alright.

a/n: someone teach me how to end fics, please and thanks :) also, look whose free from the prison of writer's block heh

staranghae.writing®

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

hiii adi! (ignore dis if your requests are closed!) im wonderin if youd be willing to write a fic for baby lottie making flower crowns or havin a tea party or similar with her playmates and mama nat…she deserves to have fun and play outside <3 my grub

Little!Lottie - Cheer Up !!

Lottie tries to cheer up all her friends with the help of Mama Nat !!

Word count: 1034

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To say that morale was down amongst the group after the crash was a massive understatement. Every day that passed with no rescue Lottie felt like she was actively watching all her friends' happiness swirl down the drain. This was hard for the girl, who usually prided herself in making sure all her friends were happy all the time. Back home she could invite them to spend the night if they had a fight with their parents, or bring their favourite snack to practice. But out here? There felt like there was nothing she could do. This weighed on her a lot. There were so many big thoughts and feelings swirling around in her head that each day it was getting harder not to regress. The only thing she knew how to do when she felt herself starting to slip was find Natalie.

Nat was sitting out on the cabin front porch, she’d gone out with Travis early in the morning and miraculously found a stag only an hour into the hunt. She’d had the rest of the day off, which was a nice change. She didn’t hear Lottie approaching, the girl very light on her feet, and didn’t even notice she was there until she was practically breathing down her neck. “Hi baby,” Nat smiled, immediately recognising Lottie’s regression from the babyish glimmer in her wide, doe-like eyes.

“Mama,” Lottie whispered, dropping down and crawling into Nat’s lap. Despite her long limbs sticking out and bending at odd angles, Lottie was comforted by Nat’s arms around her. Nat gently stroked Lottie’s hair, content just to sit with her girl. The sun was still high enough to peak over the trees and it’s rays hit them so warmly that they couldn’t feel the afternoon breeze. It was peaceful, until Nat felt the little shakes of Lottie's body and felt the first silent tears drop onto the exposed skin of her forearm.

“Lot? Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked, worry quickly filling her voice. She lifted Lottie’s face up so she could see. Lottie wasn’t crying a lot - not her typical heavy sobs, just a few sad little tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. “Tell Mama, what’s going on in that Little head of yours?” Nat hummed while wiping Lottie’s tears away.

She sniffled, sucking in a shaky breath. “‘Vryone ‘s so sad,” She whimpered around her wobbly lips. “Can’t fix it.”

Nat’s heart just about shattered, her hold on Lottie tightening protectively. “Sweet girl, oh, my sweet girl,” Nat sighed. She began rocking Lottie gently to soothe her, waiting until the little sniffles subsided. “It’s not your job to make sure everyone’s happy.” Lottie rubbed at her cheeks, it certainly felt like her job. Nat twisted Lottie's hair through her fingers, “Why don’t we do something fun to cheer everyone up?” Nat suggested, mainly because she wanted Lottie to do something fun to cheer her up. Lottie looked up eagerly at this, ready to do anything that would help her friends. “What about a tea party? We can use some of the herbs and berries we’ve been collecting to make tea, and have the meat I got today. We’d set it up all nice on some blankets outside. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Lottie nodded eagerly, clapping her hands.

Nat explained the plan to the others because Lottie was having a hard time with her words. They were all eager to the idea - most of the little’s were regressed and super bored of lying around the cabin all day. And their caregivers were growing stir crazy trying to keep a bunch of little’s entertained. Everyone offered to help set it up but Lottie was adamant she could do it herself (With the help of her Mama of course). Natalie worked on the food while Lottie decorated. She laid out a bunch of blankets and the fanciest cups the dead cabin guy had owned. It didn’t really feel like a true tea party - not like the kind she would’ve had at home. She pouted a little, observing what she had to work with. She spied a few flower bushes, not too far away and an idea immediately came to her mind. Flower crowns! Lottie took a bit of time to get the hang of it, her uncoordinated baby fingers struggling to neatly peirce and thread the stems. But once it was done, her chest beamed with pride at the little crown she’d made. They were going to love this! Once she had a crown made for all of her friends she made one for herself and then took one over to drop on her mama’s head. “Oh look at this, a crown for my princess!” Nat exclaimed when she saw the flowers adorning Lottie’s head.

“Mhm! An’ one for Mama too,” She grinned happily. “An’ all my friends!”

Everyone adored their flower crowns, oohing and aahing as she placed them on their heads. Jackie was probably the most fond of the little crown, excitedly babbling to Lottie about how it was the prettiest thing she’d ever worn. Jackie spoke a lot more than Lottie was able to but it was ok because it was the first time Jackie had seemed really happy in a long time. They all sat around the tea party just as the sun began to set. Nat helped Lottie pour the homemade tea into everyone’s cups and serve up the dinner like a proper hostess. She watched as Van told some of the JV girl’s about her favourite kids movie, and Jackie and Shauna tried to remember some of the handclaps they’d done as children. Seeing everyone’s smiles made Lottie so excited. She flapped her hands happily, scrunching up her little face with a wide smile. “Is this nice, baby?” Nat asked, wrapping her arms around Lottie’s midsection. Lottie hummed in approval, leaning back into her Mama. Eventually, Van roped Lottie in to help retell the plot of Bambi which she knew was Lottie’s favourite. Even though some of her words came out jumbled and mumbled, nobody minded. It filled Lottie with a type of excitement that she couldn’t explain. Everyone seemed so happy. She’d done that - she’d made them happy. It made Lottie feel happy.

[14dyh]

hey! im the one who requested 17 with hange and loved it :) was wondering if u could write an other where hange catches feelings for reader, maybe from hanges pov? still angsty cuz hanges afraid of getting rejected, your choice on how it ends:)

Nebula | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x gn!reader Summary: Hange recognizes their inner conflict about falling in love with you. Word count: 1.3k A/N: aaeegghh I'm glad you like it! sorry this took so long lmao but i already have that kind of part 2 in mind so here you goooo

Sunlight dappled Hange's desk from where you sat. It was a little too early to get up but you wanted to admire the nebula-shaped flower on Hange's desk. The shape, the edges, and even the colors imitating the swirls of light and the glowing stars and clouds that make a nebula made this flower so fascinating to look at. It felt like a cosmic wonder that could be held in mere human hands.

Hange remained asleep in your bed, cuddling your pillow close. They might have a hangover from last night so you were quick to make the both of you a cup of tea. Hange stirred slightly when you entered the room and closed the door behind you, two cups of tea in both hands before placing it on the table beside you. Hange noticed how much you admire that flower from where you're sitting.

"How long have you been growing this? It's beautiful," you mused, a finger hovering over the flower petals. Long ago, Hange's mind wanted to say but maybe you would ask how long would that be so Hange found a safe answer and said, "Certainly not as long as it would take to form a nebula, but it's been quite long."

Hange smiled, dragging a chair beside where you sat. They couldn't find the courage to tell you that the growing flower was there with every thought of you in mind. It was something that they planned to grow a year ago, convincing themself every day that it was just a testament to the admiration and friendship they have for you. Every day they would watch over that plant, waiting for it to bear a flower.

"It was something I planned a year ago," Hange explained, sipping on the tea you gave them. "Pretty quaint, huh?"

"It is... Looks like a nebula," you observed, looking at the flower from different angles and finding it beautiful all the same.

"That's what I'm aiming for. I'm glad it didn't turn out with a weird shape," Hange chuckled. There was a silent pause, and only the sound of the morning filled the room. Hange tried to tear their eyes from you but couldn't.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Hm?"

Hange noticed that your eyes were still on the flower and thanked the heavens, you don't seem to notice how they're looking at you.

"Can we go to the ball together?" they asked. "I mean, it's not really our cup of tea but maybe we could have some fun and go to the art museum afterwards. What do you think?"

Hange saw your eyes brighten at the suggestion which made their heart leap.

"Sounds good to me."

Later that evening, both of you attended the simple ball hosted by the school to celebrate the patron it was named after. Hange would excitedly pull you on the dance floor, both of your movements rhyming up with whatever music played. But most importantly, you talked and talked, exchanging ideas one after the other until the event became too commonplace for the both of you. Hange held your hand and sneaked you two towards the exit, giggling to yourselves for successfully escaping the party.

A few people crossed by, sometimes art critics and sometimes lovers. Hange's eyes walked with them and wondered which of the two groups you would both belong to at the end of this night.

You walked together in the tranquil silence of the night. Birds would hum as if in a gentle serenade as Hange held your hand. Neither of you spoke until you reached the art museum you both longed to go to. Eventually, you stepped into the place, taking in the gentle atmosphere of being surrounded by beauty and color, the soft hues of red and pink settled on each painting depicting love and romance.

Hange still remembers the nebula-shaped flower whenever they look at you. They mused over how things in nature are bound to connect in one way or another and how such an infinitely strange world could be thought of just by looking at you. Everything sings and the world loves randomness enough to give it its unique pattern. Hange was deep in thought of you and the universe. They only snapped back in reality as they heard your gentle query.

"Hange, do you perhaps think that love has a place in every art no matter how tiny it may be?" you asked. Hange thought over your question as your head leaned against theirs. They observed how you sat beside them, eyes wandering over the painting before they spoke.

As you walked home together, Hange held your hand tighter this time. Their heart rammed against their chest, their mind broke itself apart by brimming with the thoughts of love, of the universe, of you— all the good things that make up their world.

"I think it is. Love has a place in everything, it is either too much of it or lack of it that makes up an object. And either way, it leads back to love," Hange answered softly. They speak of such love in a room full of romance paintings but they only looked at you with a smile etch across their lips. Your presence made them think of art and science — all the wonders and inventions born because one mind loved another. It may be an idea or a person but it all led back to passion.

This time it would hurt them to deny how much love they have for you from the beginning. Their heart held you dear too much but their mind refused for the sole reason that they don't think they deserve you enough to be in a special place in your heart.

All friendships and acquaintances they made so far flourished out of tolerance and need. People loved them through time and tolerated them because of that love, but it was never like this. To be loved and to be understood rarely comes along together. So Hange's mind racked itself and often wondered how you managed to give them both.

For a long time, their heart clammed up, tricking themself that they would love someone else, that they loved the girl who rejected them, and all because they wanted to avoid this situation. This very minute, they wanted to confess and recognized that their great fear came from being rejected by you. Given a day or week, they could get over any rejection from love or work but feared that your rejection would become their ultimate ruination.

And it was as though you could hear their thoughts as if their heart whispered their love to you. When you both reached the room you shared, Hange was taken aback by the sudden hug from you, their knees turning so weak that they had to grip the edge of the table. The nebula-shaped flower remained still on the desk as if watching things unfold.

The loving embrace you gave them just now triggered their desire to confess so they started slow.

"That flower... I must admit that it was for you. I made it for you," they let out before their throat could clam up. Hange finally found the courage to hug you back at this moment without trembling.

"And it means that I..." they tried to continue with much struggle. "That I..."

That I love you, it was so simple but they couldn't take it out of their mouth.

But somehow you knew, and it reached your heart nonetheless. You pulled away slightly to give them a gentle kiss, your lips careful around theirs. Hange freeze momentarily but something in them awakened their courage to kiss back and hold you tighter. Perhaps it was the relief that you love them as well, or perhaps it was the overjoy of their heart for letting themself open that love to you.

For a long moment, Hange refused to let you go and when they did, their mouth couldn't mutter anything but the love that tormented them for a long time. They wanted to cry or even scream in relief as all their fears became powerless to hold them back. Many things born out of fear ran through their head, thoughts of losing you or ruining the friendship they treasure the most but everything changed, knowing that you love them back. Hange wanted to ask how or why but realized that maybe your heart found true haven within theirs as well.

Hange's heart found delight when you let them embrace you throughout that night. And when the words “I love you too” came from your lips, Hange thought about the universe again and they were sure that right that moment, everything was in synchrony favored towards them. 

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter 4

no chapter warnings! also i’m aware i’m missing a lottt of the guys out such as aj and logan and the other miw guys we see in rick's vlogs AND IM SORRY i just don’t know them well enough to include in the story :) just pretend they’re there in the background somewhere doing something stupid

i rewrote this chapter three times :/ also i'm trying to figure out a posting schedule... i'm thinking fridays and mondays :)

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“Jeez, it was only three hours but my ass really hurts!” Folio moaned, as everyone was stood waiting to collect their luggage. 

The flight here was nowhere near as bad as the guys’ London flight which you were grateful for. You were sat on an end next to Jolly, who was almost left behind by Matt on the way to the airport. In the end, Ash couldn’t come, to which Noah seemed quite upset by, but he had a family emergency so everybody understood. So it was just you, Bryan, Matt, Nick, Nicholas, Jolly and Noah in the end.

“I’m so tired.” You groaned, leaning against Folio, “I would’ve fallen asleep on the plane if it wasn’t for Jolly humming to some songs the whole way here.” 

“Hey, is that yours?” Matt asked and reached out for your suitcase, checking the name tag. 

“Dad Omens are back,” Bryan chuckled, “oh there’s Ruffilo’s!” 

You were stood around for about half an hour collecting your suitcases, and of course Matt’s came out last. When you finally passed security and made it out of the airport, Noah got a call. 

“Guys, it’s Chris,” he said before answering, “Hello?”

“Hey, I just got your text! Where are you guys?”

“We’re outside now, waiting for the cab to take us to the hotel. Where are you?”

“We’re on the bus on the way to the hotel, hey why don’t I ask if we can come and get you?”

“Are you sure?” Noah raised his eyebrows.  

“Of course! We should have room for you guys, you won't have to worry about trying to fit all your things in a cab!” 

“You have a point there… We don't have a bus until tomorrow because we changed our flight at such short notice, so if you don’t mind...” 

“Of course not! We’ll be there in no time.”

“Thanks, man.” Noah said with a smile, hanging up. “Chris is organising for them to pick us up so that should only be about 20 minutes.” 

“Only?!” You frowned. 

“The time will pass, we’ll be in our rooms in no time.” Noah smiled as he stretched his arms.

“Oh shit the rooms!” Matt’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, rushing to reach into his pocket for his phone. “Noah why the fuck did you change the flight. This has messed everything up!” 

“Why is it my fault? I didn’t think you guys would’ve wanted to rush around tomorrow when we landed and have to set everything up in one day without a break. I was prioritising us for once, now that we’ve got the money to do so.” 

“Yeah but we’re not made of cash, Noah! We’ve budgeted for this whole tour and just about made it so we don’t lose any money-”

“Matt…” Noah tried to interject. 

“So I’m sorry if I was actually being realistic!” 

“Matt-” He tried again. 

“I’m just sick of this shit every time we go on tour! There’s always something that goes wrong and-”

“Matt, if you'd shut your mouth for two seconds I was going to tell you I called the hotel the other night and extended our stay. Our rooms are booked for tonight too.” 

Suddenly, Matt was silent. Everyone else stood around in silence as Noah ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

“So I hope you got the fucking numbers right this time.” Noah said before sitting down on the ground by the edge of the road, stretching his legs out. 

Matt looks on his phone to check the booking, but makes a puzzled face. 

“Wait…” He frowns, “there’s… 7 of us, that can’t be…”

“What?” You ask, your tone coming across more harsh than you intended. 

“I cancelled Ash’s room when he called… but he was supposed to share with Noah- Fuck!”

“What does that mean?” Nicholas asked. 

“I have 3 rooms booked.” Matt explained, “one of them has three smaller beds- that was for me, Jolly and Bryan. Then there was 2 with 2 double beds, which was for Nicholas and Folio and the other one for y/n as it was all they had available”

Unbeknownst to you, Folio gave Nicholas a smirk as he suggested, 

“So if theres no other way, Noah could either share a bed with Ruffilo again or stay with y/n?” 

"Just when I thought our bed sharing days are over," Nicholas chuckled, "it would make sense to share the room with y/n though, wouldn't it?"

“I guess that works,” Matt said, “But only if you’re happy to do that, y/n? Otherwise I’ll ask the motionless guys, I don’t think Justin's sharing with anyone?” 

“Is that okay?” Noah asked, looking up at you.

“I guess,” you smiled, “It should be okay, it’s only for two nights, right?”

“That’s right, tonight and tomorrow, then the night after that we’re on the bus, baby!” Matt clapped, earning a groan from Folio. 

Noah’s phone vibrates on the ground, and as he picks it up he realises it’s from Chris. 

“Hey, Chris just said they’re a couple minutes away, we better start walking down.”

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“It’s so great to see you again! I've been counting down the days to this tour.” Chris grinned as he helped load the bus with the suitcases and bags. “How are you guys?” 

“Tired,” Matt says, handing him another bag, “our flight got delayed by a couple hours so we should’ve been here sooner.” 

“That’s the joys of travelling, my friend.” Chris smiles, and you wheel your suitcase over to him, “oh, I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Chris,” he says, extending a heavily tattooed hand towards you, “I shout and sing for Motionless in White.” 

“Great to meet you!” You grinned, “I’m y/n, I’m a photographer. I guess you could say I’m Bryan’s apprentice for the next few months, I’ve never toured before so I’m here to get some experience and learn some things.”

“No way! Wait…” Chris looked at Bryan and Matt and then back to you, “Our photographer can’t join us until the third date of tour, so if you’re available I’d love to steal you, or even Bryan if you don’t feel ready yet?” 

“Really?” You looked between all the guys, as if to ask for permission, “I’d love to! Once I know what I’m doing, of course!” 

Everyone began to get on the bus, greeting the other guys who were currently either playing a game or on their phones, except for two guys near the back who were talking to a camera. 

“Guys I have solved our photographer dilemma!” Chris proudly announced as he got onto the bus, “Y/n’s filling in for the first three days!”

“Hi.” You smile awkwardly as you follow behind Chris, the first guy you spotted had bright green hair and was tall! Perhaps even taller than Noah. 

“I’m Justin, great to meet you.” He says as he sits down with a bright smile, “how was the flight?”

“It was bearable,” you said, sitting down opposite him, “are you the… bassist?”

“Yep!” He nodded. You wanted to say you recognised him from another band, but you felt rather embarrassed that you couldn't remember the bands name...

“Cool! I don’t really know much about your band, I’ve heard a few songs and they’re sick! I know there’s also a Ricky…” 

“That’s him! The one with the camera.” Justin pointed to a guy with short black hair, the one who had the camera which he was now pointing at a guy with brown hair with red streaks, who somewhat resembled Timothee Chalamet. “Rick thinks he’s a youtuber, he vlogs our tours and posts them if he can be arsed to edit it. If he asks you for an update, say no and get away as soon as you can!” He laughed.

“Okay,” you smile, “thanks.”

“There’s also… you've met Chris, that’s Ryan over there! The handsome one talking to Noah, he plays guitar. And then there’s Vinny, the one sat with Rick, he’s our drummer boy, aren’t you Vin?!” 

Vinny looked over and when you thought he was about to say something, he held up his middle finger instead. 

“I should also mention Ricky plays guitar, he does vocals on some songs too, and so do I occasionally.” Justin adds, and so far you were growing quite fond of him, “So you're a photographer?”

“I guess-”

“You guess?” Bryan laughed as he sat down beside you. “You wouldn’t be here if you ‘guessed’ you were, you’re sick, y/n. Give yourself some credit!” 

You smiled, looking down at your hands in your lap. 

“Guys, I’ve accidentally gotten us invited to this party at a club tomorrow night,” Chris announced to the bus, “Does anyone even want to go? I don’t think I’ll go but-”

“Hell yeah,” Vin nodded, “can I DJ again?”

“I mean you could ask. They might not approve of your DJ name though.” Rick laughed, putting his camera down. “I’ll probably sit this one out, I have shit to do.” 

“I’ll go,” you smile, “it’s been some time since I’ve had a night out. Bryan, you'll come too, right?” 

"Yeah why not!"

“Are you sure this is a good idea? We play our first show the next day?” Noah asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.  

“No one’s making you go,” you tell him, “I think it'll be fun... You’ll come too, won’t you, Folio?” 

“Yeah, sure!” He grinned. 

Eventually, it was settled that Ryan, Vinny, Folio, Bryan and you would all be going to this party. You couldn’t help but notice that Noah seemed quite pissed on the way back to the hotel, he didn’t look up from his phone once, and didn’t even bother to join in the conversations everyone was having. 

Once you got to the hotel and got off the bus, Noah handed you one of your bags, but he took both his and your suitcases and you both began to walk up to the entrance.

“Are you sure you’re alright to share a room with me?” You asked, breaking the silence and Noah furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Yeah I guess, why are you asking?” 

“You just seem a bit pissed off, that's all. It better not be because I’m going out with the guys tomorrow night.” 

“It’s not, that doesn’t bother me. I’m just tired, we have a lot going on in the next few days, well months even. I've been around people all day and I just want to go to sleep.” He sighed, following your lead into the hotel. 

Once you got checked in and made it to your room, you immediately took off your shoes and threw yourself down onto the bed you would claim as yours.

The first thing Noah did was take a shower, and as he came back out of the bathroom- wet hair, bare chest, nothing but his chain and a towel wrapped around his hips- he reached for his phone, before plugging his charger in and sitting down on his bed. 

“Hey, I should add you to our group chat,” he says, replying to a message that was sent, “if that’s okay with you?” 

“Yeah, that’ll be great, I’ll have all the guys' numbers then.” You said, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom to wash your face, brush your teeth and get changed. 

Whilst you brushed your teeth, you got a notification which you assumed was a text from Chris, judging by the profile picture. You went into see who was in the group chat, you guessed Justin was the guy in the picture with his wife and daughter, yet you were still unsure about the others as their pictures weren't of them and seemed quite confusing- especially the one of shadow the hedgehog?

As you walked back to your bed, you noticed Noah had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a black top. You quickly averted your gaze ang got under the covers, all of a sudden feeling quite cold. 

“Are you going to sleep? Do you want me to turn off the light?” He asked, looking over at you. 

“Yeah, please.” You mumbled, trying to get comfy.

Noah reached over and switched the lights off, whispering a ‘goodnight’ as he did so. 

After what felt like almost half an hour, you still couldn’t sleep. Your mind just wouldn’t shut off and it was starting to become too overwhelming. 

“Noah… are you still awake?” You whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep.  

“Yeah, what’s up?” 

“I can’t sleep, I can’t stop overthinking,” your voice started to crack, feeling tears begin to fill your eyes, “could you… lay with me, maybe?” 

He didn’t answer, but you heard him get up. He climbed under the covers with you and put his arm out. You cuddled up to him, listening to the gentle pat of his heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest. 

“What have you been thinking about?” He asked softly, playing with your hair. 

“Everything, I don’t feel like I should be doing this, Noah. I don’t feel like I deserve this. People work their asses off and get nothing, and I’ve just been handed this all of a sudden!”

“Hey, hey, don’t start to doubt yourself." He whispers, "How many years have you been doing photography for? From what I’ve heard you’ve worked your ass off too! Just because something like this has been given to you doesn’t mean you haven’t worked for it. You deserve it as much as anyone else, okay? You wouldn’t be here right now if the guys and I didn’t like your work or saw potential in you.” He says, comfortingly rubbing your back as your bottom lip quivered once more, but you tried your hardest to hold your tears back. 

“I know,” you whispered, “it just… I don’t know, it doesn’t feel real. This is all I’ve ever wanted and now it’s within my reach.” 

“I know, angel,” he sighed, “But things can go as quickly as they come, so stop doubting yourself before I send you home!” You could practically hear the smirk on his face, and you gently smacked him as you moved your head so you could look at him.

“Could you... maybe stay here with me tonight- you haven’t got to hold me or anything... I just haven’t stayed so far away from home for like 10 years and-”

“Of course, but only if you actually shut up and let me sleep.” He said, rolling on to his side to hide his smile. 

“Noah!”

“Goodnight, y/n.” 

You rolled your eyes as you turned to your side, no longer trying to conceal the smile on your face. Maybe he was right, maybe you did deserve this.

As you let your eyes fall shut, you imagined what tomorrow would bring. You imagined what it would be like to get to know the guys from the other band, you imagined what it would be like to get out on the stage...

And before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

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i’m SO excited for the next chapter! :)

@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86

[divinelolita]

TOM KAULITZ X READER: ONE NIGHT STAND OUTCOME

YKKKKK i was gna make this happy but i lowkey got bored cuz fluff gets boring sometimes...gender aint mentioned cuz im amazing

You sighed as you flopped on the bed, letting out a breathy sigh with a small giggle following it. Soo after, Tom had joined you, laying next to you in the bed. You really couldn't forget a night like this.

The Tom Kaulitz slept with you! Oh, how lucky you were!

You turned so you could see his face, a grin spread across his cheeks. He was so damn handsome, you could feel your heart melt. You loved him, even if this was the only time you've ever touched him. Sure- you held his hand at a concert once but that was nothing....he didn't know you existed then, he had held so many other hands that day.

Okay, and maybe you only liked him for his looks in the beginning. Yet being with him this night, seeing how he truly was...it made your stomach do flips. He was so sweet..maybe a bit rough yes, but he was extremely kind. Behind closed doors he wasn't as cocky and perverted, he was a normal guy. A normal guy obsessed with sex? Maybe...

But you loved him, more than you have ever loved anyone. Even if he didn't know you existed until now, you loved him so fucking much...

"I love you, Tom."

You muttered, glancing over at the dreadhead at your side. He froze, looking back at you. His eyes had slightly widened and his mouth was slightly agape. The hand on your shoulder that had been soothingly rubbing you stopped immediately, like he had been frozen in time.

".. Oh." he responded, blinking a few times. His cheeks had flushed a light pink color, and his eyes were huge. He didn't say anything else after that, just turned his head away from you and stared into space.

"What does 'oh' mean?" You ask, trying to sound like you were amused, but it instead came out slightly shakily and quiet. You lean forward a bit to try to look at his face, yet to no avail. He continues to be quiet, not turning his head to you. It was like he was embarrassed to meet your eyes.

Other than the occasional chrip outside from birds and the common whistle of the trees blowing in the wind, the room was dead silent. The only sound that could be heard from Tom was his breathing, which was short and almost sounded ragged.

You thought the subject would be dropped, so you turned to your side. It only took a few seconds before Tom began to speak again.

"I think...you should leave. I'll pay for your cab."

Your heart stopped as you immediately turned to him, your head whipping so fast you almost got whiplash. Why did you have to leave now? What had you done? Couldn't it wait until morning?

"What..?" you rasped, face scrunched slightly in confusion as your eyebrows furrowed. He rubbed a hand over his face, acting like he was annoyed and tired. "I think you should leave now. Really, I think it's for the best."

You couldn't help but feel offended...tonight had been perfect! Okay, yes you were some random person sleeping with him, but still! He was acting fine a few minutes ago, what changed? You sighed deeply and stood up abruptly, stalking off to get your clothes from off the dresser where you had previously left them.

He watched in silence as you finished putting your shirt on, tossing your bag over your shoulder. He felt awkward as he watched you from his bed, sitting on the edge as he watched you put your shoes on and get ready to leave.

"Here.." he muttered, going to his wallet in his bag and taking out two 20 dollar bills. You huffed in annoyance, but took the money anyways. "Thanks." you grumble, packing the money in the side of your bag as you opened the door of his room.

If only you knew how much it hurt him watching you walk out the hotel room. He had instantly regretted letting you leave, he wanted to rush out the room and follow you, begging for you guys to talk. As he watched you get into the cab from his window, he sunk to his knees and sat on the ground.

He had done this before, with many people. So why did he feel this way?

The words "I love you, Tom." echoed in his head again and again. He didn't know why he was so afraid to tell you how he truly felt, how he wanted you to stay with him forever.

If only you knew just how much he loved you.

[elliespassagerprincess]

i love emily im sorry soo much,, do you think u could please write an ellie x reader based on the song night shift by lucy dacus?? i think is a good song to make a fic <3

night shift - (ellie williams x reader)

hi anon! thank you sm for the compliment! And yes it's literally is an amazing song for a angst fic! I hope you enjoy:)

This story is based off the song Night shift by Lucy Dacus, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

Requests are always open feel free to leave one or just send me a song and I'll take it from there:)

Warnings: sadness and cheating

Summary: In which you were the other women

wc: 1.8k + the lyrics

The first time I tasted somebody else's spit, I had a coughing fit

I mistakenly called them by your name

I was let down, it wasn't the same

I'm doing fine, trying to derail my one-track mind

Regaining my self-worth in record time

But I can't help but think of your other in the bed that was mine

The day Ellie Williams asked you out was truly the best day of your life.

It all started with small smiles, gentle touches and loving gazes. You knew from the first day you laid eyes on Ellie, that you wanted to be with her. And never in a million dreams did you think that you stood a chance with someone as beautiful such as Ellie.

You didn't regret asking her for her number. You didn't regret saying yes when she asked you on a date that day. But the more you think about it, the more realized maybe you should’ve said no.

"Hi I'm Ellie’s girlfriend, is she here today?" The girl asked with a smile on her face.

 oh.

Girlfriend?

Ellie was never mentioned anything about a girlfriend to you.

Fuck.

"Oh hey Cat" you heard Ellie’s voice from behind you. You turned around and you and the autumn brown haired girl made eye contact.

Ellie’s eyes widened when she saw you were talking to Cat, but her shock was soon replaced by her signature smirk.

"Hi babe" Cat greeted Ellie cheerfully "can we talk?" She asked. Ellie gave her a quick nod as she walked out from behind the counter. As Ellie and cat walked away she reached down to grab the girls hand and if felt like you've been stabbed.

You quickly excused yourself and you ran down the hall in the storage room where you and Ellie would always meet each other.

Holy shit.

She had a girlfriend? What? You thought she liked you?

You and Ellie were never official, but you went on dates. You held hands. You kissed her for fucks sake. You were the other women. Ellie didn't care for you as much as you thought. She was using you.

You heard the door handle of the storage room rattle. You looked up and you quickly wiped away your tears: "Ellie?" You questioned, with a hopeful voice.

"No it's me!" You heard Dina’s voice yelled back. "Ellie went home with her girlfriend so you'll have to take her shift"

You let out a sigh as you felt the tears flow freely once again.

 You were supposed to be mad at her. You were supposed to hate her. But you called out for her? You would never admit it out loud but you were actually waiting for her. You were waiting for Ellie to come and apologize and to say that this was all a misunderstanding.  You silently sat there crying.

 You were the other women.

Am I a masochist, resisting urges to punch you in the teeth?

Call you a bitch and leave?

Why did I come here? To sit and watch you stare at your feet?

What was the plan? Absolve your guilt and shake hands?

If you truly hated Ellie like you claimed you did, you wouldn't have opened your apartment door that night.

That one faithful evening in September, when you heard a knock on your door.

“Who the fuck could that be?” you muttered to yourself as you got up from bed rubbing your eyes.

You look over to your phone if see it's 1:00am. You yawned as you walked to the front door. You opened it and your eyes were met with the girl who broke your heart all those months ago.

 The girl you thought you would be spending the rest of your life with.

She looked at you, her normally neat hair was a messy, dark circles under her eyes.

god you thought you looked bad.

"What are you doing here Ellie?" You asked.

She could've come to you a long time ago and suddenly she shows up? What does she want? Does she want to get back together? Is she here to beg for forgiveness?

 "Jesse told me that you were serious when you said you wanted to work the night shift" she spoke, as she brought her right hand up to awkwardly scratch the back of her neck.

 You didn’t know if you wanted to punch her or kiss her.

 Ellie’s gaze fell down to her feet and the two of you were surrounded by silence.

Since when is it so quite at 1 in the morning?

"Why are you here?" You finally asked again.

Ellie looked up at you once again. She hesitated. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. The words weren't coming out.

‘she's so fucking pathetic’ you thought to yourself.

 "Are you here to apologize? To make yourself feel better?", you spoke again.

Ellie looked taken aback, her facial expression morphed into a face of confusion? Hurt? You couldn't tell.

"I love you-" Ellie started, you let out a laugh even before she could finish.

"If you loved me, why was I the other women?" You questioned.

Ellie fell silent. She stared at you. She was at a loss for words. How could you say such a thing? You knew nothing about her situation. You didn't know that she can Cat had been in a loveless relationship for years. You didn't know how much she loved you. You didn't know how alive you made her feel.

Ellie was brought back to reality when you spoke: "You can't even fucking speak to me".

You let out a sigh as you took a step back to close the door. Ellie’s large hand reached out to try and stop it, but you were too quick. You closed the door in her face. Ellie put her forehead against your front door as tears streamed down her cheeks. She heard your voice from behind the door:

"You are such a fucking bitch Williams"

Ellie turned away from your door, her hand gripping her shirt as she started sobbing.

Loud sounds of crying filled the quite streets of Jackson as Ellie stood at your door realizing that she lost you.

I feel no need to forgive, but I might as well

But let me kiss your lips, so I know how it felt

Pay for my coffee and leave before the sun goes down

Walk for hours in the dark, feeling all hell

"I think I should start working the night shift" you told Jesse one morning.

"dude I thought you hated it"

You went quite for a moment. You did hate it. But you couldn't stand working another shift looking at Ellie. Even being in her presence made your heart yearn for her. If feels like you've been starved for years without Ellie’s touch. And you fear that even if your finger just lightly touched her you'd lose your mind.

 You already felt guilty enough when you found out Ellie had a girlfriend, you didn't want to make a fool out of yourself by confessing your undying love to her.

You walked out of Jesse's office and into the locker room. Ellie was in there. You walked right past her, going to your locker you quickly pulled out your bag.

"Wait our shifts are starting right now, where are you going?" She questioned.

"I'm working the night shift from now on" you replied as you made your way to the door. You felt so cold hand grab your wrist and when you turned around and you were met with Ellie’s pleading eyes.

"If you work night shift I won't be able to see you" she spoke softly.

You forcefully removed your arm from Ellie’s grip.

"go see your fucking girlfriend"

You turned away from Ellie, walking to the door and you stopped. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor. You slowly turned around to face Ellie once again.

"I'll never be able to forgive you" you muttered softly and you looked at the girl you had so much love for.

"Please try" Ellie begged.

"I'll leave her" Ellie quickly reasoned with you, to make you stay.

You shook your head as you dropped your bag onto the floor. You made your way towards Ellie as you once again muttered “I can't fucking forgive you" as you wrapped your arms her neck, her lips soon crashed into yours.

The kiss was intense. You've been starved from Ellie, and this was your first taste in months.

Teeth crashing into each other, heavy breathes filled the room, and hands were roaming.

You pulled away and you looked at Ellie for the last time.

Her eyes blown wide, her lips swollen her chest rapidly rising.

 You once again moved from her grip as you picked up your bag.

You stood the door once more. Before you walked out the door you turned to Ellie one last time, giving her a small "I love you" was the last words she ever spoke to you.

Don't hold your breath, forget you ever saw me at my best

You don't deserve what you don't respect

Don't deserve what you say you love and then neglect

Now bite your tongue, it's too dangerous to fall so young

Take back what you said

Can't lose what you never had

You don't even know why you're upset. Why were you so fucking depressed over a relationship that never even happened?

All you do is fantasize over a relationship that wasn't even real.

What you could've been. And you know you were being delusional when you thought you had a chance with her, and yet you still fell for her.

But we all learn the hard way don't we?

You can't be sad over something that wasn't even yours to being with.

All you had to do was suck it up and get to work. You'd eventually get over Ellie. And you'd be happy again, right?

As much as you try to convince yourself, you aren't so sure you can see a happy life without Ellie.

The girl you thought was your soulmate.

You got a 9-to-5, so I'll take the night shift

And I'll never see you again, if I can help it

In five years, I hope the songs feel like covers

Dedicated to new lovers

"Are you sure you want to take the night shift?" Jesse asked you one last time.

"I'm sure" you replied

Even though you hated the night shift it got you away from Ellie. You didn't have to see her at your workplace. You don't have to constantly be reminded about what the two of you could've been.

"Remember Ellie will come in at 9 tomorrow" Jesse yelled as he walked out the front door of the Café. He gave you a small wave, as the bell chimed when the door finally closed.

"yeah I know" you yelled back.

You hoped that one day you'd stop working the night shift.

 And maybe, just maybe you'd be able to move on from Ellie.

But till then you'd rather torture yourself than to be in the same room as Ellie fucking Williams.

Authors note: guess who disappeared and whos suddenly back again? obviously me.... remember you are loved and to always be kind, my requests are always open

yours truly,

Zia<3

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I was voted out of the island for too much littlebit angst so now im (not) writing Tim being yelled at!! (angst)

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Tim was terrified. He caught Slyvia whispering about him earlier in the day. He didn't think any of it would truly affect him. She always whispered anyway. It was one of the many rumors about him, and Tim couldn't let it distract him from his work.

He had to do his own research on the Curtises. He might as well make sure this wasn't a lost cause.

They didn't have many alliances, a solitary, mostly protection based business. They had clients all over the east side and were doing well. Tim even found a couple of records of them working for the Shepards while his grandfather was still the boss, which reminded him to check on their sources. Negotiating with Darry was making him sloppy and forgetful.

"Tim, Gramps wanted to speak with you." Curly yawned as he sat in a chair.

Tim hated Curly's attitude. He was supposed to be Tim's second, yet he did nothing more than the bare minimum. He wasn't even naturally talented, maybe at bullshitting his way through check-ins, but he was terrible at everything else. It would have to wait though, because knowing Curly, he told Tim about this late.

Before pushing open the door to his grandfather's study, he fixed his collar and took a deep breath. Tim has never seen him do anything in the room other than sitting. The last time he was in here, he'd only ever throw Tim around, preparing him to fight. He'd have tim read day and night, but Tim had never seen him actually read any books. Then again, Philippe probably read every book in the room already..

"Take a seat." He said as the door opened. "How are those... meetings with Kid Darrel?"

Tim calmed himself with a breath. He couldn't know anything. The old man barely spoke to Tim, and Tim was his favorite! He had nothing to worry about.

"Oh well, They are pretty promising, Darry- Uhm, Mr. Curtis is proving to be just as good as his father."

Tim couldn't lie to the man about work. It was the one thing that he accepted no bullshit about. If anyone knew about Tim hesitance to work with them, it's him.

"Grandpa... Im not sure about the rest of them, bu-"

"Then why are you letting them waste our time?" Philippe stopped Tim as he tried to speak again, "If you are doubting their competence, do not waste time playing with an offer."

Tim was silent as the words hit him. Philippe was right though. Tim had no plan on agreeing to work with them, so it was all just a waste of time, wasn't it? Wasting precious time and resources that could be used on serious meetings, giving them them all power and not just indulging Tim's greed.

Philippe didn't spare any of Tim's feelings, "I want an answer, or i might be inclined to believe what Slyvia is saying about you."

"What..?" Tim pleaded in his mind that it wasn't bad. "What is she saying?"

He clicked his tongue at Tim, "They say that you're looking less at the alliance and more at 'Darry'. Is this business a joke to you!?"

He immediately went to deny, "I-"

"No more nonsense, I've endured enough of it from you!" Tim was speechless, panic rised in him with Philippe's voice. "Isn't that right? I worked on you for years! Did you like wasting my time!? ANSWER ME GODDAMMIT!"

His fist slammed against the wood, reminding Tim of how many times, how many ways that fist connected to his face or gut. It helped him learn how to fight, where his weaknesses are, and how he was never able to beat Philippe. He felt the sting in his eye of a tear.

Tim stared into his own clenched fist in his lap, willing himself not to move, "No, Sir. I... I wasn't thinking purely about business, but I will change that immediately."

"I'll be damned if I keep a traitor in power. Curly will be the acting boss indefinitely, so you get your priorities straight and so I can prepare Angela."

Tim was silent, afraid that he'd run his mouth if he opened it. Philippe kept him in the room for a couple minutes longer before dismissing him. Watching as Tim scolded himself mentally, running through everything, he's been taught to find any excuse.

He wasted his grandfather's time and knowledge. He even let his little, useless brother get the position he fought so hard for. His screw up might even put Angela through everything he had to, everything he did, so she didn't have to. He might have to see her walk around tired and bruised up the same way he was for years as he learned.

"You're horrible. You are threatening your own family, and you're okay with that? Curly is not ready for this, and Angela doesn't deserve to be punished for my mistake."

Tim looked up to Philippe. "I'm not a traitor, and these people respect me. They respect me in a way they have never respected you."

"Tim..."

"They don't respect you! They're afraid of you because no matter whose in power-"

"Tim."

"-you always get the final say! Nobody is ever truly in power so long as you're here!"

"TIM! Go tell your brother about his new role, which is effective immediately." Philippe stood up, walking over to Tim and dragging him out of the study by his collar. "Don't you forget that I taught you everything you know. And if you don't like that, get lost."

The harsh pull on his collar choked Tim slightly. The old man, not noticing or caring. Philippe tossed Tim aside like garbage, then slammed the door to his study. There was a loud thud from when he hit the floor. Tim, a little short of breath, stood up as to not seem weaker than he already was.

He just lost everything. Tim just looked at the doors and wished he had never said anything. He felt nauseous and faint, and he couldn't blame anything but himself. Tim couldn't even spend time pitying himself because Curly was in power, and he'd probably have to stop him from getting them all killed.

It just made him hate Curly more and more. All he did was sit on his ass playing games and complaining about having to work. He didn't care about the good of their family or how hard they all worked to be able to stay. Curly took everything for granted, and Tim was about to be the villain for forcing him to see it.

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Just looking at Curly pissed him off. How comfortable he was, safe and sound, never had needed to look over his shoulder and work sleepless nights to make sure they wouldn't wake up to screams and war. Tim worked those nights, woken up to screams and gunshots, all while being trained by his grandfather. He put Curly under such extreme protection so he wouldn't live through what he had to, and Curly still hated him.

"Ughhh, let me finish this game before you start yapping." Curly groaned as he noticed Tim's presence.

Tim snatched Curly's phone straight out of him hand, placing it on the table. "Philippe made you leader of The Shepards, Effective immediately."

Curly looked confused. Philippe hated Curly and liked Tim more than anyone. He didn't respect nor listen to anything the man said to him. But with how much disgust and anger Tim looked at him with, he knew Tim wasn't lying.

Tim placed Curly's phone on the table, giving him a bitter smile. "You have a lot of work to do, Curly."

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Guys, i was kind of struggling to write this, but i hope it's not too bad. I wanted to explore Tim's backstory and also why Tim and Curly don't get along well. Also, the cliffhanger is the classic dialogue because i started coughing to death and took it as a sign to leave it like that (laziness)

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Forgotten (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

So basically Steve and Nat get to go on a rescue mission and Im just there for shits and giggles is what I gathered from this meeting. I couldnt help but be confused as we got up to leave, Steve and I walking out together as i gave a big sigh, Steve chuckling slightly as I dragged my feet with exaggeration.

"Dont get too excited now." He said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes, huffing at him.

"I hate how neither Shield or even Hydra will even entertain the idea of me going out on a mission." I huffed, a small smile on his face.

"We need Hydra away from you, not closer. Missions will only give them a chance to take you again." He said as I gave a loud sigh, hanging my head.

"I know." I groaned, a pout still on my face making Steve shake his head. "So, want to head home now?" I asked him, a small sigh coming from him as it was his turn to hang his head now. I giggled and smirked, knowing he had to still come with me to walk Bub before dinner and bed; he gave a small nod and motioned me forward.

"You're cooking." He said making me scoff, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't realize that was up for debate." I said, both of us chuckling as we headed home, the next few days going by quickly until it was time for the mission. I was going to stay in the helicarrier to protect myself, Fury never liked me being in the compound with no one to watch me, at least here if I was gone when they got back, they'd know immediately if something happened. Its their job to make sure im also not kidnapped again, even if I can protect myself; Hydra cant reverse time to mix their mistakes like I can.

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"Target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star." Rumlow said as we flew over the Indian ocean, pointing to a screen displaying the ship. I was sat back just observing, only really there as an observer. "They were sending up their last payload when the pirates took them, 93 minutes ago." He told everyone; a situation report popping up on screen with the same information.

"Any demands?" Steve asked from where he stood by the screen, Rumlow nodding.

"Billion and a half." He said, steve nodding his head to him.

"Why so steep?" He asked, Rumlow side eyeing him which make me roll my eyes. I hated him and couldn't even place why; maybe just how arrogant he is.

"Because its S.H.I.E.L.D.'s." He said, as if it was obvious. Rogers giving a silent sigh.

"So its not off course. It's trespassing." He said, looking to Natasha.

"I'm sure they have a good reason." She muttered, looking over the screen to take in the layout.

"You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor." He said making me snort, at least he was being useful for something. I was just stuck playing puppy and sitting back as I was told.

"Relax. It's not that complicated." Natasha said to him, finally pulling her eyes from the screen to glance at him. He sighed again and turned to Rumlow.

"How many pirates?" He asked, Rumlow fiddling with the screen a bit.

"25." He responded. "Top mercs lead by this guy. Georges Batroc." He said, pulling up a profile on him for everyone.

"Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice." He said, looking to the two agents as Natasha furrowed her brows a bit at the screen. "Before the French demobilized him, he has 36 kill missions. This guys got a rep for maximum casualties." He finished, Natasha had a small smirk on her face, her arms crossed.

"Hostages?" Steve asked.

"Uh, mostly techs. One officer. Jasper Sitwell. They're in the gallery." He said, pulling up said mans profile as well. He looked like a nerd but like, incel nerd.

"What's Sitwell doing in a launch ship?" Steve asked, not waiting for an answer as he strapped on his gloves. "All right, I'm gonna sweep the deck and fine Batroc." He told them, looking to nat.

"Nat, you kill the engines and wait for instructions." He said to her then directing his words to Rumlow. "Rumlow, you sweep the aft, fine the hostages, get them to the life pods, get them out. Lets move." He said, turning to ready himself.

"S.T.R.I.K.E., you heard the Cap. Gear up." Said Rumlow as everyone followed suit, steve coming over to me for a moment as he smiled softly.

"Alright, we'll be back, just stay put." Steve said as they readied to drop. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him.

"Okay dad." I said, crossing my arms, but he just smiled, knowing I meant no harm with my jokes. He really does act like my dad sometimes though.

"Did you do anything fun Saturday night?" Nat asked him, Steve giving a slight sigh as he put his ear piece in.

"Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so, no, not really." He said making me roll my eyes.

"I was showing him what instagram was." I added in, Nat chuckling and nodding. Intercom coming on saying they are almost at the drop off alerting them of the impending drop.

"You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, shed probably say yes." She told him as I chuckled. She was nice, but steve was not ready for that kind of girl.

"That's why I don't ask!" Steve said as the door opened and he secured his helmet.

"Too shy, or too scared?" Nat asked over the wide, he turned back to her for a moment and shrugged a little.

"Too busy!" He said before jumping out, even though he doesn't have a parachute.

"Was he wearing a parachute?" A recruit asked, Rum low and I chuckling.

"Nope." I said, Rumlow shaking his head.

"No, no he wasn't." He said, the rest of the team following suit.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Natasha said to me as they jumped out, the door closing and leaving me and the pilot to fly around until we were called back for retrieval of everyone. I sighed and sat back in my chair, watching a show on my phone until they came back. Totally love that this is my life.

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"Hey Steve, where are we going?" I asked as I hurried to follow him through the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, my eyes widening as he barged into Fury's office. What is this man doing?!

"You just cant stop yourself from lying, can you?" He asked making me furrow my brows. Steve hadn't said much about the mission but I could tell something had pissed him off a lot as he approached the desk, Fury looking from him to my confused face before addressing Steve as if I wasn't there.

"I didn't lie. Agent Romanoff had a different mission than yours." He said making me sigh, realizing it was just Fury being secretive and Steve not being deemed 'trustworthy' to him yet. The only reason I was is because I disclosed my true powers to him and him alone. Nat knows that I can do more then in my files, but she doesn't know what.

"Which you didn't feel obliged to share." Steve said, irritation clear all over him as he was tense.

"I'm not obliged to do anything." Fury said, Steve looking at him in frustration.

"Those hostages could have died, Nick." He said, trying to reason with him but I sighed, knowing Fury has a reason to his actions and so he must have some reason to have not shared this at first. He turned around in his chair at Steve's words, his voice raising just a little.

"I sent the greatest solider in history to make sure that didn't happen." He said, excusing his dishonestly at the full mission details.

"Soldiers trust each other. That's what makes it an army. Not a bunch of guys running around shooting guns." Steve retorted making me sigh, taking a seat as I know this in going to be a boring conversation for me to listen in on.

"Last time I trusted someone, I lost an eye." He said, standing up as there was a small pause in the room. Maybe one day I should try going back in time to see what did happen to his eye. I bet it was actually a stupid reason, like a cat he had or something. "Look, I didn't want you doing anything you weren't comfortable with. Agent Romanoff is comfortable with everything."  He said and Steve sighed.

"I can't lead a mission when the people i'm leading have missions if their own." he said, Fury looking at him with indifference.

"Its called, compartmentalization." He said making me sigh. He was a smart man who knew how to hide important secrets and his methods have yet to truly fail from what i've read and heard. "Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all." He said, Steve giving a tiny scoff as he smiled disbelievingly.

"Except you." He said, Fury having no retort as he straightened from leaning on the desk.

"You're wrong about me." He said, though Steve wasn't convinced. "I do share. I'm nice like that." He said, and walked us through to the elevator.

"Insight bay." He called as the door scanned us while walking through.

"Captain Rogers and Agent L do not have clearance for Project Insight." The computer protested, but Fury turned to it without hesitation.

"Director override. Fury, Nicholas J." He said, the system responding automatically with confirmation. It was silent for a few moments before Steve looked up from where he leaned against the wall.

"You know they used to play music." He commented, a small smile coming to my face as I thought of the stereotypical elevator noise from movies.

"Yea, my grandfather operated one of those things for 40 years." He said with a huff of a laugh. "My granddad worked in a nice building. Got good tips." He said, Steve nodding as I looked outside at the city below.

"Hed walk home every night, a roll of ones stuffed in his lunch bag. He'd say 'Hi', people would say 'Hi' back." He mused, reminiscing the words he spoke. "Time went on, the neighborhood for rougher. He'd say 'Hi', they'd say 'Keep on steppin'. Granddad got to gripping that lunch bag a little tighter." He said, i was only listening out of habit, always straining to hear in Hydra, the doctors whispering. Ease dropping was a habit now of sorts so listening while I looked distracted came naturally to me.

"Did he ever get mugged?" Steve asked, Fury laughed and gave a small smile.

"Every week some punk would say 'What's in the bag?'" He said, his smile dropping.

"What would he do?" Steve asked, I looked to Fury, waiting for his response.

"Hes show them." He said, an amused smirk to his face. "Bunch of crumpled up oned, and a loaded .22 Magnum." He said, turning to look out the windows as the city went out of view.

"Yea granddad loved people." He mused, steve turning to look outside too. "But he didn't trust them very much." He said, Steve looking up and having to do a doubletake at he looked around at what Id been staring at since we got to this floor.

"Yea I know." Fury sighed as he saw us staring. "They're a little bigger then a .22." He said, I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Ya think?" I asked and he gave me a side eye which only made me chuckle, looking back at the huge helicarriers there were down here.

"This, is Project Insight " Fury said as we walked around the giant area. "Three next generation helicarriers synced to a network of targeting satellites." He said Steve realizing what the mission's ship was doing now.

"Launched from the Lemurian Star." He said as Fury nodded.

"Once we get them in the air, they never need to come down." He said as we approached one of them. "Continuous sub orbital flight, curtsey of our new repulsor engines." Fury explained.

"Stark?" Steve asked, a shrug coming to Fury.

"Uh, he had a few suggestions once he got an up-close look at out old turbines." He said, we had stopped right in front of one and looked at it. "These new long-range precision guns can eliminate 1000 hostiles in a minute. The satellites can read a terrorists DNA before he steps out of his spider hole." He said, though I didn't like this idea. The possibility of complete disaster if someone else got control of them is way too high for my concious to feel good about this.

"Are you.. sure, this is a good idea, Fury?" I asked, looking at the ship with a weary expression. He looked at me and sighed.

"We're gonna neutralize a lot of threats before they even happen." He answered, Steve looking at him also with a slightly unsure look.

"Thought the punishment usually came after the crime." He said as I sighed, crossing my arms as I frowned.

"We can't afford to wait that long." Fusy said stoicly.

"Who's 'we'?" Steve asked, Fury not giving him an answer.

"..Fury, you do understand what it would mean if anyone else got control of these things, right?" I asked him hesitantly, at least wanting to make it clear I didn't like this. If something went wrong, I'd at least want to know I voiced my thoughts before anything happened. "This could go, so so wrong, for everyone, if you aren't careful." I said and he didn't give me a response either, turning to us briefly.

"After New York, I convinced the World Security Council we needed a quantum surge in threat analysis." He said as his eye turned back to the helicarrier. "For once, were way ahead of the curve." He said but I realized something. Winter would be seen as a threat, these things would kill him instantly. I looked away from the helicarrier and hugged my arms to me, hoping whatever gods were out there to keep him safe. He was the only person I cared about in the god forsaken facility and I silently begged that he didn't get involved in this.

"By holding a gun to everyone of Earth and calling it protection." Steve summarized, seeming on the same thought as I was about how dangerous and fickle this kind of thing was. People do not want to live in fear if there is a possible malfunction or if they become a threat without realizing it for instance. There were so many 'What if's that it was too risky to be a good solid plan.

"You know, I read those SSR files." Fury said as he turned to Steve. "'Greatest Generation'? You guys did some nasty stuff." He retorted making me sigh. They were actively at war, it was different. Evolving doesn't mean forcing civilians to live in fear. Steve looked at him, unmoving as he nodded.

"Yea, we compromised." He said, his face neutral as he spoke clearly. "Sometimes in ways that made us not sleep so well. But we did it so that people could be free. This isn't freedom. This is fear." He said as I nodded, standing by him.

"If your solution is civilians living in fear of these hanging over their heads, its not a solution, its a confinement." I told him, his eye turning to me before turning back to Rogers.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. takes the world as it is, not as we'd like it to be." He said, dismissing our words. "And it's getting damn near past time for you two to get with that program." He said, Steve giving him a hard look.

"Don't hold your breath." He said turning and walking away, leaving Fury stood there as I looked at him with a conflicted expression.

"When did Hydra become Shield?" I asked him, his eye looking up at me as I stared at him, feeling betrayed at the level of fear he's willing to unload on to people all for the sake of what he says is good. "You may not torture and experiment on people, but you don't care about us. You just care about making things what you think is safe." I said, feeling my eyes water.

"I told you about Winter. This would kill him in seconds and you think I will just, 'get with the program'?" I asked him, his face unmoving. "At this point, Steve is the only person I trust besides Winter. I thought I could trust you but it seems you don't care about the mentality or emotions of anyone, civilian or agent." I said, giving a small laugh as I felt a tear fall. I dropped my arms as I shrugged weakly.

"I guess I was wrong to trust you too." I said, turning around to follow after Steve. I didn't know if I was reacting like this at being hurt by Fury for this, or because I was scared for Winter, but i could feel an unease settle within me. I was surprised however when i arrived to find Steve right outside the elevator, a small smile coming to his face as I looked at him, a sympathetic look in his eyes as we entered the elevator together. I wiped my eyes from the fallen tears as Steve brought us up to the garage, a silence between us before he looked down and sighed softly.

"Worried about Winter?" He asked and I nodded, crossing my arms as I tried to comfort myself.

"If those go up, they'll kill him." I stated quietly, my throat tight as I thought back to all the times he'd just lay his head in my lap and let me sing to him, his dark eyes staring up at me like he was in a trance or dream state. "There were so many times, I thought he was dead or going to die when they brought me to him. I just.." I closed my eyes as more tears gathered, taking a deep breath as Steve put a hand on my shoulder.

"I just wish I knew he was okay." I said softly, hugging myself tighter as Cap pulled me into a side hug, rubbing my shoulder gently.

"We'll find him eventually. Then you can really make sure he's alright." He said as I nodded, looking up at him with a small smile.

"We?" I asked, his face breaking out into his own sheepish smile.

"I am kind of your guardian for the foreseeable future." He said making my smile widen, hugging him back.

"Thank you, Steve." I said, closing my eyes as I sighed. "I'm glad I can at the very least, trust you to be on the good side of things, always." I said as he chuckled, patting my head.

"Alright, come on kid, I've got to clear my head some after all this." He said when the doors opened, both of us going to his motorcycle as we got on and he drove off, headed to where we always somehow end up, the museum. The one with a part dedicated to him specifically.