#sorry for the delay but i did warn you 😂

[hamiltonaf]

Veiled Emotions | Lando Norris

Part 1 | (Part 2)

Pairings: Lando Norris x BFF!Female Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Sexual tension | Slow Burn

A/N: Hello my lovelies. Apologies for the delay, I had a busy week and it was my birthday, so consider this a gift from me to you guys. I got a bit carried away, so I hope you loves enjoy .xx

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

It was the next morning, and thankfully (Y/F/N) let me sleep in, and didn’t bother me to wake up early. I woke up in a pretty good mood until I turned to the side table and looked at my lockscreen to see I was flooded with message notifications from Lando, as well as a number of DMs reacting to my story last night.

 

I opened Lando’s messages first - it was just good morning texts and a spam of him saying my name to wake me up. However his last message said ‘(Y/N/N) I’m coming home later today. Are you busy today ? Call me when you see this ❤️’. Hmm I wonder what it’s about…

 

Before replying back I went through a few of my Instagram DMs. Some asking if it’s Lando, others asking for a better soft launch, though one DM caught my eye from João, the last person I would ever expect a DM from.

 

João

Hey beautiful… I know this seems crazy but would love to get to know you better. How about tonight after my match ?

 

Y/N

Hii ! We just started following each other… eager to see me already ? lol just playing. Sure ☺️

 

João

Was not expecting that to work 😂 but I’m glad it did. Are you free to come to my match at 6 ? Its at Wembley 👀

 

I yelled for (Y/F/N) and luckily she was in the kitchen which isn’t far from my room, “Girl something major just happened!” I said as I sat up against the headboard. “Omg is it Lando ?” She asked as she jumped in the bed beside me. “Yes and no, well not right now. So you wouldn’t believe this but João just DMed me asking if-“

 

“Babe slow it down and reverse. Did you just say João DMed you ? AND YOU ARE THROWING THAT OUT SO CASUALLY ?” She screamed in shock. “Erm okay sorry I guess for not making it a big deal ? Anywho, he wants to go out to tonight after-“ “YES !” She cut me off. “I didn’t finish my sentence” I huffed. “I don’t care, you’re going to whatever he invited you for” she smiled. “Well he first said to meet after his match, and now he’s inviting me to his match as well” I held my head in my hands. “I wish I had your kind of problems. A footballer and a f1 driver fighting for you ? The potential chance you have of being a football or f1 wag is crazy !” she squealed as she clapped her hands.

 

“I take it that I say yes to both ?” I raised a brow. “Absolutely !” She said in an obvious tone.“But I don’t know how I feel about going. I mean this is all literally happening bc his ex is dating my Lando” I sighed. “My ?” She teased with a smirk. “Oh my god what am I even saying” I said in shock as I shook my head. “This boy is making me lose my mind” I groaned in frustration.

 

“Okay jokes aside..I understand where you’re coming from. We don’t know what his intentions are and I get that you may feel uncomfortable. Why don’t you ask him if a friend can come with for the match so you have company” she suggested. “I can’t tell if you’re being helpful or if this is an excuse to come with me to a football match” I furrowed my brows. “Well mainly the first one but I won’t deny the second one” she pursed her lips. “I see how it is, oh well either way I’m not planning to go to this match alone. I’m just going to ask him if you can come with” I said as I opened the DM once again.

 

Y/N

I’ve never been, so it sounds like fun, do you mind if I bring a friend with ? 😊

 

João

Don’t mind at all. Whatever you say 😉 Will send you a pass and details in a few for the 2 of you. Look forward to seeing you.

 

Y/N

Perfect ! Thank you so much. See you later 🥰

 

 

“Okay done !” I smiled as I closed the app. “Great, now what about Lando ?” She asked curiously. “Oh yeah..about him-“ I started to laugh nervously. “Oh no. What now ?” She crossed her arms over. “So uhm, he’s coming back home today and well, he asked me to call him when I saw his message” I shrugged casually. “Did you call him ?” She raised a brow. “No ?” I furrowed my brows. “Well what the heck are you waiting for ! Call him right now because I wanna hear this” she yelled. “Okay fine jeez” I scrolled for his name and ringed him.

 

I cleared my throat whilst it was ringing, “Hey you’re finally up” he greeted. “Yeah I just saw your message. What’s up ?” my gaze lingered to (Y/F/N). “Well I’m flying back in a few hours..thought we should meet up, that’s if you’re free” he said hopeful. “Why does he sound shy ?” (Y/F/N) whispered. “Shh- Uhm yeah unfortunately I’m busy today Lan, maybe tomorrow ?” I pressed my lips together. “Oh I see..what are your plans ?” He asked. “Well João wanted me at his match today, and we’re going out after, so I have no idea what time I’ll be back.”

 

“Hmm wow…I take it that you’re going for the Euros then ?” He asked. “Yepp that’s right” I replied. “Great, then I’ll see you later. Bye !” His tone changed. “Byeee” I said lastly as I ended the call. “Did you hear correctly ?” (Y/F/N) asked confused. “What ?” I asked even more baffled than she is. “He said he’ll see you later” she said. “Ohh, well maybe he means before we leave for the match” I suggested. “Oh yeah you got a point” she dropped the subject as our focus was on having brunch.

 

After brunch and trying to kill some time, I had a shower and started to hunt for an outfit. Thank god for (Y/F/N) as she helped me narrow down my options. The look we’re going for is I’m an up-and-coming wag, but I’m mainly just a friend.

 

As we were about to leave, I failed to mention that João sent a driver to escort us to the stadium. Nice touch. (Y/F/N) squealed and pinched me when she saw the car. “Girlll you can have Lando, I’ll take him” I stifled a laugh and tried to hush her before the driver heard us.

 

Upon our arrival at the stadium, we were then escorted by a team member named, Anna. She was really sweet, as she took her time to give us a tour. I was not expecting her to actually take us to the dressing rooms where I was tapped on the shoulder by João. “Hello” he said softly. “Hi omg we finally meet” I smiled as we then exchanged a hug. “About time” he nervously chuckled. “Yeah thank you again for inviting us” (Y/F/N) butted in as she started taking to him.

 

“Well thank you for accepting my invite. I hope you guys enjoy the match, and you’ll be cheering me on” he winked. “Of course !” (Y/F/N) smiled at him. “Sorry to leave so suddenly, I have a team meeting. See you later yeah ?” He said as he started walking backwards. “Yepp” “Goodluck for today’s match” (Y/F/N) added. He waved us off before he finally left. I gave her a side eye before Anna guided us to our seats and bid goodbye.

 

The stadium was full to capacity at this point, however, the match was only about to start in 15 minutes. I thought the view from the box would be a great time to post, but yet again, the fans beat me to it.

 

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“I swear this girl doesn’t rest” I giggled as I liked the stories. “You look insane, bestie” (Y/F/N) said as she looked over my shoulder. As I continued to go through the stories, my jaw dropped at the caption.

 

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“Ain’t no frikken way” I said in shock. “Bitch what the hell. Where is he ?” (Y/F/N) started to frantically look around us. As if on queue, the camera pans to Lando, and his face appears on the big screen. “Oh. My. God” we said simultaneously. “Call him right now” I huffed. “Is that a good idea though ?” Before she could reply, she grabbed my phone and dialled his number. “Are you insane ?” I said as she then shoved my phone to my ear. “Hey love” he answered.

 

“Hey you…so like when did you plan on telling me you’re here as well ?” I know him so well that I could tell he’s smiling on the other side, he’s enjoying this a little too much. “Well, I did tell you that I’ll see you later” he half laughed. “Are you stalking me ?” I asked playfully. “No” he scoffed. “Defensive… so you are stalking me” I giggled. “No no I mean I was actually invited, in fact I was going to bring you with me but someone beat me to it” he huffed. “Hmm okay keep telling yourself that” I smiled.

 

“Where are you anyway ? Why don’t you come here and give me company ?” He suggested. “I’m with (Y/F/N), I can’t leave her alone” she then shoved my shoulder. “I’m not a child, you can leave me alone !” she said lowly. “That’s fine, she can take the seat and you can sit on my lap.” Is he flirting with me ? I guess so considering how (Y/F/N) started giggling. “Haha very funny. I don’t think your girlfriend would like that”

 

“Girlfriend ? Where did you hear this ?” He asked. “Okay just forget about it, I’ll see you later. Byeeee” I said as I ended the call.

 

The match ended at 93 minutes with the score being 2-0 - Portugal had won, which is great but disappointing to see England lose.

 

(Y/F/N) and I stayed in place as everyone was leaving. “Can I escort you ladies to a private room so you can get comfortable until João is back ?” Anna suggested. “Yeah sure” (Y/F/N) replied. I followed behind their lead whilst I scrolled through my phone. “Avoiding me, love.” I looked up and I was met by Lando. “Oh hey you” I smiled. “Where are you off to ?” He eagerly asked. “Well, I’m following (Y/F/N) and Anna, she’s escorting us to a private room until João is done, but I’ll see you around” I quickly gave him a smile as I tried to walk past him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

 

“Wait. I feel like I don’t see you anymore these days” he pouted. “I could say the same for you. You’re in a relationship and now well so am I” I lied as I attempted again to walk past him. He yet again successfully pulls me back. “Can we just talk…alone and clear some things… please” he asked sincerely. I glanced over to (Y/F/N) and she nodded towards Lando, hinting I should go with him. “Okay fine.” I walked over to hug (Y/F/N), “Don’t worry I’ll cover for you” she whispered. “Thanks, I owe you” I said back softly. “Anna, thank you for helping this evening. If you’ll excuse me, I unfortunately have to go, but (Y/F/N) is here to accompany João” I smiled at her. She nodded with a smile.

 

I walked back over to Lando, “After you” he smirked as he stood aside for me to walk ahead. Once we were at the parking, he walked ahead of me to his McLaren as he opened the passenger door for me. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today ?” He asked as he leaned against the door. “No, but thank you” I gave him a small smile as he sat in the driver's seat.

 

“So I think let’s clear the air on the topic that seems to bother you” he said as he tried to hide his smile. “I’m sorry but it doesn’t bother me” I scoffed. “By saying it doesn’t bother you, means it bothers you” he smirked. “I think what bothers you is that I was invited to this match by João and I was supposed to be on a date with him after, so you followed me here to ruin my plans” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Yet here you are, in my car. With me” he continued to smirk. “I only came here to ‘clear the air’ like you asked” I raised my voice.

 

“I love to see you get angry” he said as he leaned more into his seat to face me. The sexual tension in the car really got me flustered. “Lando, this is not funny ! Get to the point already, or I’m leaving” I huffed. “Okay okay sorry… so…are you actually dating him ?” he asked. “Are you serious right now ? You called me for this ? Are you trying to get information again for your girlfriend ?”

 

“Again with the girlfriend story” he laughed. “What is so damn funny ? Share the joke so I too can laugh” I rolled my eyes. “She’s not my girlfriend” he held in his laugh. “Wait what” I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks. “But I swear everyone and their mothers said that you’re dating her ? I felt like such an idiot being your so-called best friend because everyone knew this except for me” I argued. “Well sorry to break it you like this but you fell for the rumours like everyone else”

 

“But she went on this trip with you guys and-“ he cut me off. “Yeah because she’s friends with Pietra and besides that, I asked you to come with but you said no” he pouted. “Because like I told you, I didn’t want to be a third wheel” I sighed. “You wouldn’t have been a third wheel because you have me. If anything, she was going to feel like a third wheel because I’m closer to you… I was really hoping you were coming because I was so lonely, that’s why I video called you last night, but then you thought something else and cut the call on me” he called me out.

 

“I mean can you blame me with everything I’ve been hearing ?” I scoffed. “Now that that’s out of the way. Are you dating him ?” He asked as he leaned on the console between us. “What’s it to you ?” I grinned. “Oh come on, I answered your question, the least you can do is answer mine” he pouted again with the puppy dog eyes. “I guess you can say it’s a yes and no answer” I said playfully. He tilted his head to the side, “It’s either a yes or no” he said as he leaned closer towards me.

 

It started to feel really hot with all this sexual tension. I could feel the moisture and tiny beads of sweat start to form along my collarbones and my cleavage. It’s as if (Y/F/N) confident spirit took over me when I answered his question. “Well, yes I’m dating him if it means it bothers you and no, I’m not dating him..unless, you’re interested” I smirked as I tilted my head. He sniggered as he broke eye contact for a second before meeting my eyes again. He grabbed my cap and put it on himself backwards. “What are you doing ?” I furrowed my brows. “Something I should’ve done a very long time ago” he said as he entangled his fingers into my hair and closed the gap between us.

 

Our lips met in a rush of warmth, a collision of uncertainty and desire. The kiss was both sweet and fierce, a moment that felt like it could unravel everything we’d been avoiding. My hands wrapped around his neck and trailed into his hair, lightly pulling on it. When we finally pulled away, breathless, I found myself searching his eyes.

 

He bit his lip as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Wow” I said, my voice shaky. He chuckled softly, a smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, wow…always wanted to do that.”

 

I wasn’t done messing with him. “Then why didn’t you ? Oh right, you were so busy hitting on your ‘girlfriend’ that-“ he cut me off by capturing my lips in another kiss. He broke away to look at me, “You know you drive me insane sometimes, but it shows how much I love you when I can’t stop thinking about you or when I randomly smile at something you said” he blushed. “You already love me ?” I teased him. “Yes. Yes I do” he said as he gave me a quick peck. “Okay” I smiled. “Don’t you love me too ?” He pouted. “I’m still thinking about it” I pursed my lips.

 

“What is there to think about ?” He asked in shock. “I think I’m gonna need a little bit more of your lips on mine to decide-“ I tried to hide my laugh as he then cupped my face with his hands. “Is. This. Good. Enough. For. You” he pecked my lips after each word. I giggled at him being silly, “Okay okay, I love you too.” “Damn right you do” murmured as his hand moved to my neck and placed his lips on mine once again.

[rafesapologist]

could you write a JJ x reader

Where sarah wants to include her best friend (reader) on the gold. Reader and jj absolutely hate eachother. reader is sleeping with rafe but soon catches feelings for jj. jj realises he didn’t hate reader but was in love with her the whole time👀 sorry if this is all over the place😂

we can't be friends ─ jj maybank

summary: jj maybank hates sarah cameron's best friend, at least, he thought he did

warnings: mature themes, swearing, jj being a dick

author's note: thank you for sending in this request! love the idea. i also wrote this with writer's block so forgive me for the delay, if you'd like a part 2 pls let me know

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the secluded stretch of beach where the Chateau stood, its weathered walls a testament to its history. Inside, JJ and Sarah were deep in conversation, their voices muffled but urgent. You approached cautiously, sensing the tension in the air.

As you neared, JJ's eyes flicked to you, his expression guarded. There was a certain coldness in his gaze, a barrier you couldn't quite penetrate. Sarah turned to him, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Come on, JJ," she urged, her voice soft but determined. "She could be a real help. We need all the hands we can get if we're going to find the gold."

But JJ's response was immediate, his tone clipped. "No way," he stated flatly, shaking his head. "I'm not bringing her along."

Sarah's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why not? She's willing to help. And you know she's capable."

But JJ remained unmoved, his gaze unwavering. "I don't trust her," he admitted, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "And I'm not about to risk the mission just to accommodate her."

You felt a surge of anger rising within you at JJ's words, a flush of embarrassment burning in your cheeks. You had hoped to prove yourself, to show that you were capable of more than he believed. But it seemed that no matter what you did, JJ would always see you as an outsider, as someone unworthy of his trust.

As Sarah continued to plead your case, you couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over you. It seemed that no amount of convincing would change JJ's mind. And as John B joined the conversation, his expression thoughtful but ultimately in agreement with JJ, you knew that your hopes of joining them on their adventure had been dashed.

The tension in the air was palpable as the conversation seemed to reach a standstill. Just when it seemed like JJ's decision was final, Kiara stepped forward, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip cracking.

"Seriously, JJ, get over yourself," Kiara chimed in, her tone laced with exasperation. "We could use more women in the group anyways. It's not like she's asking for a free ride."

Her words hung in the air, echoing in the room as everyone turned to look at her, surprised by her sudden interjection. Even JJ seemed taken aback by Kiara's boldness, his expression shifting from defiance to mild annoyance.

But Kiara wasn't finished. She crossed her arms over her chest, fixing JJ with a pointed stare. "She's got skills, whether you want to admit it or not," she continued, her voice unwavering. "And we need all the help we can get if we're going to pull this off."

Sarah nodded in agreement, her eyes pleading with JJ to reconsider. "She's right, JJ," she added, her voice gentle but firm. "We can't afford to be picky about who joins us. We need all the help we can get."

For a moment, JJ seemed to waver, his gaze flickering between Kiara and Sarah. But then, with a resigned sigh, he relented, his shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice begrudging. "But if anything happens, it's on you."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of relief at JJ's reluctant agreement, grateful for Kiara's intervention. As the tension in the room began to dissipate, you realized that despite JJ's initial resistance, you were finally going to be a part of the adventure. And as the group began to make plans for the journey ahead, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you.

The girls exchanged excited glances, their faces lighting up with anticipation at the prospect of you joining their adventure. Sarah grinned encouragingly, while Kiara gave you a supportive nod. Even though JJ's begrudging acceptance hung in the air, their enthusiasm was infectious.

But as you basked in their excitement, JJ couldn't resist interjecting with a snarky comment, his eyes rolling in exasperation.

"Well, isn't this just great," he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "We're letting Rafe's girlfriend tag along now."

His words stung, a bitter reminder of the animosity between him and Rafe, a rivalry that seemed to overshadow everything else. You could feel a flush of indignation rising within you at JJ's remark, but before you could respond, Sarah shot him a warning glance.

"First of all, Rafe is not my boyfriend," you retorted, your voice firm and assertive. "And even if he were, it wouldn't define me or my capabilities."

JJ rolled his eyes at your retort, his skepticism evident despite his attempt to brush it off. There was still a lingering doubt in his expression, a hint of disbelief that lingered like a stubborn shadow.

"Sure, sure," he muttered, his tone still tinged with skepticism. "Whatever you say."

You could sense that JJ wasn't entirely convinced by your words, but you didn't let it deter you. Instead, you focused on the task at hand, determined to prove yourself through actions rather than words.

As the conversation shifted back to the logistics of the journey, you pushed aside JJ's lingering doubts and threw yourself into the planning process with renewed determination. With each contribution you made, you aimed to show JJ and the rest of the group that you were a valuable asset, regardless of any misconceptions they might have had.

And as the discussions continued late into the evening, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you had stood up for yourself, even in the face of skepticism. With each step closer to the adventure ahead, you were determined to earn JJ's respect and prove that you belonged among them, no matter what doubts he may harbor.

Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you pushed JJ's lingering doubt to the back of your mind, focusing instead on the task at hand. With a determined nod, you joined in on the group discussion about their plans for the gold.

As Sarah and Kiara outlined their ideas, you listened intently, eager to contribute and make your mark on the conversation. Drawing from your own knowledge and experiences, you offered suggestions and insights, each one met with nods of approval from the group.

Despite JJ's initial skepticism, you refused to let it dampen your spirits. With each passing moment, you felt a growing sense of confidence, knowing that you were making valuable contributions to the discussion.

As the conversation stretched on into the night, the group's excitement and determination only seemed to grow. Together, you hashed out the finer details of your plan, ironing out potential challenges and devising strategies to overcome them.

By the time the discussion drew to a close, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what you had accomplished. Despite JJ's doubts, you had proven yourself as a valuable member of the team, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the discussion wound down, you rose from your seat, feeling a sense of finality settle over you. With a determined expression, you turned to your friends, minus JJ, and announced your goodbye.

"Alright, I'm heading out," you said, your voice steady and resolute. "Sarah, I'll meet you back at your house tonight to go over the final details."

Sarah smiled warmly, nodding in agreement. "Sounds good," she replied. "We'll see you then."

But as you turned to leave, JJ couldn't resist interjecting with a scoff, his disbelief still evident in his expression. The sound earned him a sharp death glare from Sarah, who didn't hesitate to voice her displeasure.

"Cut it out, JJ," she admonished, her tone stern. "She's part of the team, whether you like it or not."

Feeling a spark of mischief, you couldn't resist the opportunity to deliver a sly comeback to JJ's scoffing. With a smirk playing at the corners of your lips, you turned to face him, meeting his skeptical gaze head-on.

"Well, JJ," you said, your tone dripping with playful sarcasm, "don't worry, I'll be sure to bring back some gold for you to scoff at too."

The corner of JJ's mouth twitched in response, a hint of begrudging amusement flickering in his eyes despite his best efforts to maintain his facade. Sarah stifled a chuckle, shooting you a knowing look, while Kiara grinned approvingly.

With a satisfied smirk, you turned and made your exit, leaving JJ to ponder your words as you headed out into the night, determined to prove him wrong and show that you were more than capable of holding your own in the adventure to come.

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Back at Tanny Hill, nestled in Rafe's bedroom, you found yourself perched on the edge of the bed, Rafe's head resting comfortably in your lap. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance around the room as you launched into a rant about your frustrations with JJ.

"I swear, Rafe," you began, your voice tinged with irritation, "JJ can be such an insufferable know-it-all. He acts like he's the king of the world, and everyone else is just along for the ride."

Rafe listened attentively, nodding in understanding as you vented your frustrations. His hand absentmindedly traced patterns on your leg as you spoke, a comforting gesture that helped to soothe your frayed nerves.

"I get it," Rafe replied sympathetically, his gaze meeting yours with empathy. "He can be a real pain sometimes, but you know how he is."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair in frustration. "I know, I know," you muttered, "but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. Sometimes I just want to shake some sense into him."

Rafe chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Believe me, I've been there," he said, his tone laced with affection. "But hey, at least you have me to vent to, right?"

You couldn't help but smile at Rafe's words, grateful for his unwavering support. Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over you in his presence.

"Yeah," you replied softly, "at least I have you."

As the two of you settled into a comfortable silence, the weight of your frustrations lifted slightly. And as you wrapped your arms around Rafe, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing against your chest, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his presence in your life, even in the midst of chaos.

Rafe shifted slightly in your lap, his brow furrowed with curiosity as he gazed up at you.

"So, I gotta ask," he began, his tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of annoyance, "what's with you loving to hang out with Sarah and her Pogue friends so much?"

His question caught you off guard for a moment, but you composed yourself before responding, understanding his frustration regarding his sister.

"Well, Rafe," you replied, meeting his gaze evenly, "there's something special about the bond they share. They're like a family, always there for each other no matter what. It's refreshing to be a part of that."

Rafe's expression softened slightly as he listened to your explanation, but there was still a hint of skepticism lingering in his eyes.

"But why them?" he pressed, his curiosity unabated. "You could hang out with anyone in the Outer Banks. Why them specifically?"

You took a moment to consider your words before answering, wanting to convey the depth of your connection with Sarah and her friends.

"It's not just about hanging out," you explained, your voice earnest. "They make me feel like I belong, like I'm a part of something bigger than myself. And that's something I haven't found anywhere else. I mean, except for JJ."

Rafe nodded slowly, seemingly mulling over your response. There was a flicker of understanding in his eyes, a recognition of the importance of finding a sense of belonging.

Rafe's chuckle turned into a full-fledged laugh, his amusement mirroring your sentiments about JJ. There was a glint of camaraderie in his eyes as he nodded emphatically.

"Oh, trust me, I know," Rafe replied, his laughter subsiding into a smirk. "JJ can be a real pain in the ass sometimes."

You couldn't help but grin at Rafe's candid agreement, feeling a sense of validation in knowing that you weren't alone in your frustrations with JJ.

"Tell me about it," you replied, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "It's like he goes out of his way to be difficult."

Rafe nodded in emphatic agreement, a playful glint in his eye. "Yeah, well, don't worry," he reassured you, "you just gotta keep him in check."

With a shared understanding, you and Rafe settled into a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier dissipating in the wake of your shared laughter. With Rafe by your side, you felt confident that you could handle whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant dealing with JJ's antics.

As Rafe nestled into you, his breathing steady and even as he drifted off to sleep, you remained awake, your mind buzzing with thoughts of how to prove yourself and prove JJ wrong. With your head against the headboard, you let out a soft sigh, the weight of determination settling over you like a heavy blanket.

You replayed the events of the day in your mind, reflecting on JJ's skepticism and the challenges you faced in gaining his trust. But instead of feeling discouraged, you felt a surge of determination coursing through your veins. You were determined to show JJ and everyone else that you were more than capable of handling whatever challenges came your way.

With each passing moment, you formulated plans and strategies, mapping out the steps you would take to prove yourself. Whether it was through your actions, your skills, or your unwavering determination, you were determined to make JJ look stupid for doubting you and show him that you belonged among them.

You tossed and turned restlessly, the memory of JJ's dismissive demeanor replaying over and over in your mind like a broken record. Each time you closed your eyes, his snide remarks echoed in your head, fueling a growing anger that refused to be quelled.

Cursing him silently in your thoughts, you berated JJ for his narrow-mindedness and his unwillingness to see beyond his own biases. You couldn't understand why he insisted on treating you as an outsider, refusing to acknowledge your potential and the contributions you could make to their group.

With each passing moment, your frustration only grew, simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. You longed to confront JJ, to demand an explanation for his behavior and to prove him wrong once and for all.

But as the night wore on and the darkness pressed in around you, you realized that confronting JJ wouldn't solve anything. Instead, you resolved to channel your anger into determination, using it as fuel to drive you forward and prove him wrong through your actions.

And as the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, you finally drifted off into a restless sleep, the weight of your annoyance with JJ still heavy on your mind but tempered by a newfound resolve to prove him wrong.

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As the morning light filtered through the curtains, you stirred from your restless sleep, your mind still buzzing with determination from the events of the previous night. Glancing down, you noticed Rafe still sound asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful.

Not wanting to disturb him, you quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. With a sense of urgency gnawing at you, you hastily gathered your belongings, grabbing your backpack from the floor and slinging it over your shoulder.

As you made your way downstairs, you moved quickly but quietly, mindful of the early hour. The house was still and quiet, the only sound the soft creaking of the floorboards beneath your feet.

With each step, your determination grew stronger, fueled by the knowledge that you were meant to meet up with your friends early that morning. You couldn't afford to be late, not when so much was at stake.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you paused for a moment, glancing back up at the bedroom door where Rafe slept peacefully. With a pang of guilt tugging at your heart, you silently wished him a peaceful rest before turning and slipping out the front door.

As you stepped out into the crisp morning air, a surge of anticipation coursed through you. With each passing moment, you drew closer to meeting up with your friends and embarking on the adventure that lay ahead. And as you set off down the deserted street, the weight of determination heavy on your shoulders, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you. Today was the day you would prove yourself and show JJ just what you were capable of.

As you pedaled your bike towards the Chateau, the cool morning air whipped against your skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. Your mind raced with a mix of excitement and anxiety, the events of the previous night still fresh in your memory.

You couldn't shake the frustration and annoyance JJ's doubts had stirred within you. It irked you how much he was getting under your skin, his skepticism serving as a constant reminder of the uphill battle you faced in proving yourself.

But as you rode, you made a conscious effort to push aside those negative thoughts, focusing instead on the task at hand. You knew you couldn't afford to let JJ's doubts derail you, not when so much was riding on the success of your mission.

With each turn of the pedal, you forced yourself to stay focused, channeling your energy into the anticipation of what lay ahead. The Chateau loomed in the distance, a silent beacon calling you forward with promises of adventure and opportunity.

As you neared your destination, a sense of determination settled over you like a comforting blanket. You knew that despite JJ's doubts, you had the skills and the determination to come out successful. Today would be the day you silenced his skepticism once and for all. With renewed resolve, you pedaled harder, pushing yourself to reach the Chateau and meet up with your friends. As you arrived at your destination, the rush of anticipation and determination fueled your every step, driving you forward towards the adventure that awaited.

You parked your bike and hopped off, the excitement of the moment urging you forward. But as you made your way towards the front porch of the Chateau, a familiar, nagging voice pierced the air from behind, causing you to freeze in your tracks.

"Well, well, well, look who actually showed up."

You turned around slowly, your heart sinking as you spotted JJ leaning against his bike, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His tone was taunting, dripping with sarcasm and disbelief.

You felt a surge of frustration rise within you at JJ's mocking words, but you refused to let it show. Squaring your shoulders, you met his gaze head-on, your expression determined despite the doubt gnawing at your confidence.

Ignoring the urge to snap back at him, you simply offered a tight-lipped smile, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you rattled.

"Yep, here I am," you replied evenly, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling inside you. "Ready to get down to business."

"Surprised you're capable of not being up your boyfriend's ass for a day," JJ's remark cut through the air like a knife, his sarcasm dripping with disdain. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as his words struck a nerve, but you refused to let him see how much they affected you.

With a tight-lipped smile, you turned to face JJ once again, your voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Surprise, surprise," you retorted, your tone laced with sarcasm of your own. "plus, I knew you'd need my help at some point. And like I told you before, he's not my boyfriend, you dick." You could see the flicker of annoyance in JJ's eyes as he absorbed your words, his facade slipping for just a moment before he regained his composure.

"Whatever," he muttered dismissively, rolling his eyes in a display of feigned indifference.

Refusing to engage any further, you turned away from JJ and continued towards the front porch, determined to focus on the task at hand. You knew that proving yourself to JJ would be an uphill battle, but you were more determined than ever to show him just what you were capable of.

As you entered the Chateau, a wave of relief washed over you, replacing the tension of your encounter with JJ with a sense of warmth and familiarity. Your friends greeted you with smiles and expressions of joy, their enthusiasm contagious.

"Hey!" John B exclaimed, his voice filled with both concern and excitement as he approached you. "Are you ready for this?"

You returned his smile, feeling a surge of determination welling up inside you. Despite the lingering doubts and skepticism from certain members of the group, you knew deep down that you were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Absolutely," you replied, your voice steady and resolute. "I'm ready to give it everything I've got."

John B nodded approvingly, his expression filled with confidence. "That's what I like to hear," he said, clapping you on the shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie. "We're all in this together."

Sarah's voice rang out with unwavering confidence, cutting through the chatter of excitement like a beacon of support.

"I knew she wouldn't let us down," she declared, her tone filled with certainty and pride.

Her words ignited a spark within you, filling you with a sense of determination and purpose. With Sarah's faith in your abilities, you felt a surge of confidence welling up inside you, driving away any lingering doubts or uncertainties.

"Thanks, Sarah," you replied, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "I wouldn't ever."

Her smile mirrored your own as she nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with unwavering belief in your capabilities. With Sarah's support bolstering your resolve, you felt ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead, confident in your ability to rise to the occasion. As the group gathered around to finalize their plans, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Sarah's unwavering confidence in you. With her belief in your abilities and the support of your friends by your side, you knew that together, you were capable of achieving anything.

The moment of joy was abruptly shattered as JJ's voice echoed through the living room, cutting through the camaraderie with his usual snarky demeanor.

"Well, let's hope she's as good as you all seem to think she is," he remarked, his tone dripping with skepticism.

His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the room and dampening the spirits of the group. You could feel the weight of JJ's doubt pressing down on you, threatening to undermine the confidence you had worked so hard to build.

Rolling your eyes at JJ's predictable cynicism, you turned to face him, a defiant glint in your eye as you prepared to counter his snarky remark.

"Wow, JJ, didn't realize you were the designated pessimist of the group," you quipped, your tone laced with sarcasm. "But hey, if you're looking for someone to bring down the mood, I guess you're doing a great job."

A ripple of laughter spread through the room at your comeback, breaking the tension that had settled over the group in JJ's wake. Even Sarah shot you a supportive grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

JJ's expression darkened momentarily, his jaw tightening with irritation, but you held his gaze steadily, refusing to back down. Despite his best efforts to undermine you, you remained steadfast in your resolve to prove him wrong. With a dismissive wave of your hand, you turned away from JJ, returning your focus to the task at hand. Today was not about letting his negativity get to you – it was about showing everyone, including JJ, what you were truly capable of.

Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you turned to face the group, your expression resolute as you awaited their instructions.

John B, the natural leader of the group, stepped forward, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering confidence. "We need you to keep an eye out," he said, his voice steady and sure. "We'll need someone watching our backs while we're inside."

Kiara nodded in agreement, her eyes flashing with determination. "Yeah, and we'll need someone quick and agile," she added. "In case things get hairy."

Pope chimed in next, his tone thoughtful. "Maybe you could scout ahead," he suggested. "See if there are any potential obstacles or threats we need to be aware of."

Sarah, ever the strategist, nodded approvingly. "That sounds like a plan," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "We'll need someone reliable in that role, and I know we can count on you."

As each of your friends offered their suggestions and assigned tasks, you listened intently, absorbing every detail and mentally preparing yourself for the role ahead. With a nod of determination, you accepted your role in the plan, ready to do whatever it took to ensure the success of the mission.

With his arms crossed and a dry tone, JJ interjected, "So, are we all set to go?"

His question was laced with skepticism, his doubt hanging heavy in the air. Despite the excitement and determination of the group, JJ's cynicism threatened to cast a shadow over the impending adventure.

But instead of letting his negativity dampen the mood, Sarah shot JJ a pointed look, her eyes flashing with determination. "Yes, JJ," she replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We're ready."

There was a collective nod of agreement from the rest of the group, each member echoing Sarah's sentiment with unwavering confidence. Even though JJ's negativity lingered, the group remained resolute in their determination to press forward.

With a resigned sigh, JJ uncrossed his arms and nodded, a hint of begrudging acceptance in his expression. "Fine," he muttered, his tone begrudging but resigned. "Let's get this show on the road."

As you and the Pogues packed up your gear for the mission, the tension between you and JJ hung heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the skepticism and doubt that still lingered between you.

With John B at the wheel and Sarah in the passenger seat as usual, the rest of you piled into the back of the van. You, Kiara, Pope, and JJ found yourselves seated in close quarters, the space feeling smaller and more confined with the weight of the unspoken tension.

Despite the excitement of the impending adventure, the atmosphere in the van was thick with unease, the silence punctuated only by the low hum of the engine as the van rolled along the road.

You tried to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside the lingering animosity between you and JJ, but the tension refused to dissipate. Every movement, every shift in posture felt like a silent battle for dominance, the unspoken conflict simmering just beneath the surface.

Pope's voice broke the heavy silence like a ray of sunlight piercing through storm clouds. "So guys," he began, his voice clear but cautious, "maybe we should go over the plan one more time."

His suggestion hung in the air, a lifeline in the midst of the tense atmosphere. You could feel the tension easing slightly as Pope's words redirected the group's focus from the underlying friction between you and JJ.

"Yeah, Pope?" Kiara responded, her voice echoing with gratitude for the opportunity to shift the conversation away from the lingering tension.

With a nod of agreement, you added, "That sounds like a good idea. A quick refresher won't hurt."

Pope's shoulders relaxed visibly as he cleared his throat once more, diving into the details of the plan with renewed determination. As he spoke, his voice steady and sure, the tension in the van gradually began to dissipate, replaced by a shared sense of purpose and focus.

With each word, Pope's explanation served as a reminder of the mission ahead and the importance of working together as a team. Despite the underlying tension, you knew that you and the Pogues were united in your determination to succeed.

JJ's dry laughter reverberated through the van, his head tilted back against the wall as he made his snarky remark. "Good idea, Pope," he quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "We all know Y/N needs it explained to her a few times."

His words stung like a slap to the face, the underlying implication clear: JJ didn't believe in your abilities, and he wasn't afraid to make that known. You could feel the tension in the van ratcheting up another notch as his comment hung in the air, the weight of his comments pressing down on you like a lead weight. You could feel the eyes of the rest of the group on you, waiting to see how you would react to JJ's barb.

JJ's look pierced through the air like a dagger, his expression a mixture of disdain and mockery. With a sneer, he couldn't resist making another cutting remark aimed at you.

"Well, what do you expect?" he quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We all know Y/N's just a dumb kook."

His words hit you like a blow to the gut, the venom in his tone cutting deep. You could feel the eyes of the others in the van flickering between you and JJ, the tension thickening with each passing moment.

But you refused to let JJ's insults get the best of you. Steeling yourself against the hurt and frustration bubbling within, you met his gaze with a defiant stare, refusing to let him see how much his words affected you.

"Real mature, JJ," you shot back, your voice laced with equal parts anger and determination. "But I'd rather be a 'dumb kook' than an asshole." Your retort hung in the air, a challenge to JJ's arrogance and superiority.

Kiara's intervention was a welcome relief from the escalating tension in the van. "Guys, seriously," she interjected, her voice firm but calm. "Nothing is gonna get done if you two keep arguing all the time."

Her words served as a sobering reminder of the task at hand, grounding the group in the reality of the situation. You felt a pang of guilt for allowing JJ's taunts to escalate the conflict, but you knew that Kiara was right. This wasn't the time for petty squabbles.

Before you could respond, JJ's voice cut in, his tone surprisingly subdued. "I'm just telling the truth," he muttered quietly, his words tinged with a hint of defensiveness.

Turning to JJ, frustration seeping into your voice, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of exasperation. "Do you even know how to shut up?" you asked, your tone laced with irritation.

The words slipped out before you could stop them, borne out of the frustration of JJ's constant need to belittle and undermine you. You could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on you, waiting to see how JJ would respond.

For a moment, there was silence in the van, the tension palpable as JJ considered his response. Finally, he met your gaze with a cool, collected expression, his tone even as he replied, "Do you?"

His retort hit you like a slap in the face, the sting of it leaving you momentarily speechless. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the frustration boiling beneath the surface.

But before you could respond, Kiara jumped in, her voice cutting through the tension. "Alright, enough," she declared, her tone firm but calm. "We've got bigger things to worry about right now."

Her words served as a much-needed reminder, grounding the group in the reality of the situation. With a resigned sigh, you forced yourself to let go of the argument, turning your attention back to the task at hand.

Just as the tension in the van threatened to reach its boiling point, John B's voice cut through the air like a lifeline, breaking the cycle of conflict. "Hey, everyone," he called out, his tone firm but reassuring. "We're here."

His words were a welcome interruption, drawing everyone's attention away from the argument and back to the task at hand. With a sense of relief, you turned to look out the window, realizing that the van had come to a halt at your destination.

As the group began to stir, gathering their gear and preparing to disembark, the lingering tension in the van began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of focus and determination. Despite the disagreements and arguments that had threatened to derail your mission, you knew that you were all united in your shared goal.

As the group flooded out of the van, you couldn't help but notice the way the boys linked up, falling into their familiar roles with ease. But your attention was drawn to JJ, who seemed to move with a purpose that made your stomach churn with unease.

Your eyes widened as you watched him discreetly slip a handgun into his pocket, hiding it under his shirt as if it were just another accessory. The sight sent a shiver down your spine, a lump forming in your throat as you struggled to comprehend the implications of what you had just witnessed.

A sense of unease settled over you like a heavy blanket as you followed the group, the weight of JJ's actions lingering in the air. Despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that washed over you, a nagging voice in the back of your mind warning you of the danger that lay ahead.

Kiara's sudden touch on your shoulders startled you, pulling you out of your uneasy thoughts. You turned to face her, meeting her determined gaze with a sense of gratitude for her grounding presence.

"Y/N, do you know exactly what you're supposed to do?" she asked, her voice firm but reassuring.

Her question cut through the fog of your unease, forcing you to focus on the task at hand. With a nod, you replied, "Yes, Kiara. I'm clear on my role."

Her hands remained on your shoulders, her grip steady as she held your gaze. "Good," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "We're counting on you." With Kiara's support bolstering your confidence, you squared your shoulders and took a deep breath, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the group dispersed into the house, each member moving with purpose towards their assigned tasks, you felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. With a sense of determination, you sprang into action, wasting no time in fulfilling the role that had been assigned to you.

Outside the house, you took up your position, scanning the surroundings with keen eyes. The cool breeze tousled your hair as you stood watch, your senses on high alert for any signs of trouble.

With practiced ease, you moved silently, keeping to the shadows as you patrolled the perimeter. Every rustle of leaves, every creak of a branch, sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins, but you remained calm and composed, your focus unwavering.

As you surveyed the area, your mind raced with possibilities, every scenario playing out in your head as you prepared for any eventuality. Despite the tension that hung in the air, you refused to let it cloud your judgment, trusting in your instincts to guide you through the darkness.

With each passing moment, you felt a sense of purpose growing within you, fueled by the knowledge that you were playing a crucial role in the mission. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, you were determined to see it through to the end, whatever it took. And as you stood watch, the weight of responsibility settling on your shoulders, you knew that you were ready.

As the moments passed, the stillness of the night enveloped you, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. Despite the apparent calm, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of your consciousness, a nagging feeling that something was amiss.

You shifted restlessly on your feet, the weight of anticipation settling heavily on your shoulders. Every passing second felt like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing loudly in your ears as you waited for the inevitable. Deep down, you knew that this mission wouldn't be easy. The stakes were high, and the competition fierce. Everyone's goal was the same: to find the gold, no matter the cost.

As you stood watch, the tension in the air thickened, a palpable reminder of the dangers that lurked in the darkness. Every shadow seemed to hold a hidden threat, every rustle in the bushes a potential danger.

Every rustle of the bushes or trees sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins, your senses on high alert for any sign of danger. Each sound, no matter how innocent, seemed to magnify in the darkness, setting your heart racing with alarm.

You paced back and forth outside the house, the rhythm of your steps matching the frantic beat of your heart. Despite your best efforts to remain calm, the tension in the air was palpable, a constant reminder of the risks that lay ahead.

With each passing moment, you found yourself growing increasingly restless, the weight of anticipation pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Every second felt like an eternity as you searched for ways to pass the time until your friends emerged from the house.

You tried to focus your thoughts on anything other than the looming mission, but the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your mind. The stakes were high, and the thought of what could go wrong filled you with a sense of dread.

But despite the rising tide of anxiety threatening to overwhelm you, you refused to let it consume you. With a determined effort, you pushed aside your fears and focused on the task at hand, determined to remain vigilant until your friends returned.

The sound of a car pulling up outside snapped you out of your reverie, your attention immediately drawn to the source of the noise. Your senses went on high alert as you strained to listen, the murmur of voices in the distance sending a shiver down your spine.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you realized that it could only mean one thing: the men who were looking for your friends had arrived. Panic surged through you like a tidal wave as you processed the gravity of the situation.

"Shit, shit, shit," you whispered to yourself, the words escaping your lips in a breathless rush. Your mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. The safety of your friends hung in the balance, and you knew that you had to act fast.

As the male voices drew nearer, your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins as you frantically scanned your surroundings for a place to hide. With every passing moment, the sense of urgency grew more pressing, driving you to act quickly before it was too late.

Spotting a corner of the house nearby, you made a split-second decision and darted towards it, your footsteps quick and silent as you sought refuge from the approaching danger. With a racing mind and trembling hands, you pressed yourself against the rough exterior of the building, willing yourself to blend into the shadows and remain unseen.

The voices grew louder as the group approached, their conversation a distant murmur that sent shivers down your spine. You held your breath, your heart hammering in your chest as you listened intently, straining to make out any discernible words.

As the men drew closer, your muscles tensed with anticipation, every nerve on edge as you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you waited, the seconds stretching out into an eternity as you prepared to face whatever came your way.

In the brightness of day, your heart pounded in your chest as you peeked around the corner, spotting the men on the front porch with the sunlight casting long shadows around them. Their presence sent a chill down your spine, knowing they posed a threat to your friends inside the house.

Your mind raced, desperate for a plan to thwart their entry. With each passing second, the urgency of the situation intensified, driving you to act swiftly.

In a surge of impulse, your eyes landed on a large log nearby. Without a second thought, you seized it, your fingers wrapping around the rough bark as you steadied your grip.

With determination fueling your movements, you approached the men from behind, their backs turned to you as they lingered on the porch. The weight of the log in your hands was a tangible reminder of the stakes at hand. As you drew nearer, your heart thundered in your chest, drowning out all other sound. The sun beat down on your back, but you remained focused, your gaze locked on the men ahead.

As the man reached for the door handle, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, propelling you into action. With a swift and decisive motion, you swung the log with all your strength, connecting with a resounding thud as it collided with the man's back, sending him crashing to the ground.

For a moment, silence enveloped the scene, broken only by the dull thud of the man hitting the ground. Your heart raced in your chest as you stood frozen in shock, the weight of what you had just done settling heavily upon you.

But as the rest of the men turned to face you, their expressions a mix of bewilderment and rage, you knew that there was no time to dwell on your actions. With wide eyes and trembling hands, you dropped the makeshift weapon and turned on your heel, sprinting towards the safety of the back of the house.

Adrenaline fueled your every movement as you raced away from the scene, the sound of your footsteps echoing in your ears. Fear gripped you like a vice, but you pushed past it, focusing only on putting as much distance between yourself and the men as possible.

With every stride, you felt the weight of the danger behind you, urging you onward. The adrenaline-fueled rush of escape pulsed through your veins, driving you forward with a single-minded determination.

Panic surged through you as a strong hand closed around your arm, yanking you back with a force that made you wince. With a gasp, you stumbled backward, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled against the firm grip.

Instinctively, you tried to break free, but the hold on your arm was relentless, the pressure enough to send a sharp jolt of pain shooting through you. Fear clenched at your heart as you realized you were trapped, your mind racing with a million possibilities of what could happen next.

Desperation flooded through you as you fought against your captor, your adrenaline-fueled instincts driving you to escape. With every ounce of strength you could muster, you twisted and turned, struggling to break free from their grasp.

But no matter how hard you fought, the grip on your arm remained unyielding, the hold tightening with each passing moment. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you braced yourself for whatever was to come, the sense of helplessness weighing heavily upon you.

As your captor pulled you closer, their intentions unknown, a sense of dread settled over you like a suffocating blanket. With every fiber of your being, you prayed for a way out of this nightmare, knowing that your fate hung in the balance.

"Let go of me!" you screamed, your voice filled with desperation as you flailed your legs, struggling against the iron grip that held you captive. But your pleas fell on deaf ears as the man hoisted you effortlessly over his shoulder, his movements confident and determined.

Panic surged through you as you realized the gravity of your situation. With each step he took, your heart pounded in your chest, the fear of the unknown looming large in your mind.

As he carried you back towards the front yard, your mind raced with a million thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. With every passing moment, the sense of helplessness threatened to overwhelm you, but you refused to give in to despair.

Summoning every ounce of strength you had left, you continued to struggle against your captor, determined to break free from his grasp. But no matter how hard you fought, his hold remained unyielding, his grip like a vice around your body. As you were carried further and further away from safety, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. With each passing moment, the reality of your predicament became clearer, and you knew that escaping would be no easy feat.

"You thought you were gonna get away from us, you little bitch?" the man's voice sneered, dripping with malice as he continued to carry you towards the front yard.

Your frustration reached its peak, and you let out a cry for your friends, hoping against hope that they might hear you and come to your rescue. But your desperate plea only seemed to further enrage the man.

With a growl of anger, he dropped you unceremoniously from his shoulder, and you crashed to the ground with a painful thud. Before you could gather your bearings, he was upon you, pushing you roughly against the brick siding of the house.

"You think you're tough, huh?" he spat, his face twisted in a mask of fury as he pressed his body against yours, pinning you with an iron grip. "Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. You're nothing but a helpless little girl, and you're gonna regret ever crossing us." His words cut through you like a knife, each syllable laden with venom and malice. Despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm you, you refused to back down, meeting his gaze with a defiant glare.

Your eyes widened in alarm as the man's hand darted to his belt, pulling out a gleaming knife that glinted ominously in the sunlight. Your heart leaped into your throat as he pressed the blade against your skin, the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine.

With the razor-sharp edge of the knife dangerously close to your throat, a sense of dread washed over you like a tidal wave. Fear clenched at your heart as you realized the gravity of the situation, the realization sinking in that your life hung in the balance.

The man's face twisted into a cruel smirk as he held the knife to your throat, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You wanna try anything else, sweetheart?" he taunted, his voice laced with menace.

Every instinct screamed at you to fight back, to do whatever it took to escape the man's grasp. But as you stared into his eyes, you knew that any wrong move could spell disaster.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you pleaded with the man, your voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Please... just let me go," you begged, your words barely a whisper as you fought to keep your composure.

A single tear slipped from your eye, tracing a path down your cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to bear the sight of the glinting knife so close to your throat. Every fiber of your being screamed for escape, for release from the terror that gripped you in its icy grasp.

But despite your pleas, the man's grip remained firm, his hold unyielding as he continued to press the blade against your skin. The metallic tang of blood filled your nostrils, a stark reminder of the danger that lurked just inches away.

With every ounce of strength you had left, you forced yourself to remain calm, to suppress the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm you. Though your heart hammered in your chest and your breath came in ragged gasps, you refused to give in to despair.

As the man drew closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear, he whispered menacingly, "You aren't going anywhere, sweetheart. You're mine now."

Your heart sank as his words sent a shiver down your spine, the grip of fear tightening around you like a vice. But before he could finish his sentence, his voice was abruptly cut off by a sudden impact from behind him.

With a startled cry, he stumbled forward, his hold on you loosening as he struggled to maintain his balance. You watched in astonishment as he crashed to the ground, the knife clattering from his hand as he fell.

Before you could fully comprehend what had happened, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly from behind. Turning around, you saw a familiar face standing over the fallen assailant, their expression fierce with determination.

"Get away from her!" JJ growled, his voice filled with righteous anger as they glared down at the man who had threatened you.

You watched in astonishment as JJ approached the fallen assailant, his expression steely and resolute. With a determined stride, he knelt down beside the man, his movements deliberate and purposeful.

With a menacing glint in his eyes, JJ pointed his gun directly at the man's face, the cold metal pressing against his skin. His voice was low and dangerous as he spoke, each word dripping with a lethal promise.

"If you ever lay a hand on her again," JJ growled, his tone icy with menace, "you're dead. Do you understand me?"

The man's eyes widened in fear as he stared up at JJ, the full weight of his threat sinking in. With a trembling nod, he muttered a barely audible agreement, his voice trembling with fear. Satisfied that his message had been received, JJ stood up, his grip on the gun unwavering as he turned to face you. There was a fierce protectiveness in his gaze as he met your eyes.

You felt a flicker of surprise at the unfamiliar look of concern etched on JJ's face as he turned to you. His usual demeanor of bravado and aloofness seemed to soften, replaced by a genuine worry that took you off guard.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with a sincerity that you hadn't expected.

The concern in his eyes was unmistakable, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. It was rare to see JJ drop his tough exterior and show vulnerability, and yet here he was, genuinely worried about your well-being.

You nodded slowly, unable to hide the gratitude in your eyes as you met his gaze. "I'm okay," you reassured him, your voice barely above a whisper. There was a brief moment of silence between you, the weight of everything that had just transpired hanging heavy in the air. But despite the lingering tension, there was also a sense of solidarity, a silent understanding that you were all in this together at the end of the day.

JJ's concern lingered in his gaze for a moment longer before he nodded, his focus shifting to the urgency of the situation at hand.

"C'mon, we need to go," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension as he took charge of the situation.

Without waiting for a response, JJ reached out and grabbed your hand, his touch firm and reassuring as he pulled you along with him. With a sense of urgency, he led you in a sprint towards the van, his grip never faltering as he navigated through the chaos.

As you ran beside him, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, driving you forward with a burst of energy. Despite the danger that still lurked nearby, you felt a sense of safety in JJ's presence, knowing that he would do whatever it took to protect you.

With every step, you drew closer to the safety of the van, the sound of your pounding footsteps echoing in your ears. And as you reached the vehicle, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, knowing that you were one step closer to escaping the danger that had threatened you.

With a final burst of speed, you leaped into the van beside JJ, the door slamming shut behind you as the engine roared to life. And as the van peeled away from the scene, leaving the chaos behind, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards JJ for his protection.

"Holy shit," Kiara exclaimed, her voice breathless with adrenaline as she glanced around at the group.

"That was terrifying," Pope added, his voice tinged with shock as he spoke, his wide eyes betraying the fear that still lingered within him.

His words echoed the sentiments of the entire group, each of you grappling with the intensity of the situation you had just faced. The reality of the danger you had narrowly escaped weighed heavily on your minds, leaving you all shaken but grateful to be alive.

As the van continued on its journey, the tension in the air was palpable, the silence broken only by the sound of your racing hearts. Each of you was lost in your own thoughts, trying to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded.

You threw your head back against the wall of the van, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you tried to catch your breath. Despite the rush of adrenaline still coursing through your veins, exhaustion weighed heavily on you as you struggled to process the events of the day.

"I hope you at least found the gold," you muttered breathlessly, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them.

Sarah turned around in the passenger seat, a triumphant smile gracing her features as she reached into the bag she held beside her. With a gleam in her eyes, she pulled out a shiny object, holding it up for all to see.

The gold.

For a moment, the van fell silent as each of you stared in awe at the treasure Sarah had uncovered. The realization of what you had risked everything for, the culmination of your daring adventure, washed over you like a tidal wave.

A chorus of gasps and exclamations filled the air as you reached out to touch the gleaming metal, the weight of it in your hands a tangible reminder of the journey you had been on. It was a moment of pure triumph, a testament to your resilience and determination in the face of adversity. As you gazed at the gold, a sense of awe and wonder filled your heart. It was more than just a valuable prize; it was a symbol of everything you had overcome, a testament to the strength of your friendship and the power of your collective resolve.

"Well, you fought like hell," JJ chuckled, a rare hint of warmth in his voice as he glanced over at you.

His words were unexpected, and for a moment, you were taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. Despite his usual tough exterior, JJ's words were a genuine acknowledgment of your bravery and resilience in the face of danger.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you met JJ's gaze, a silent understanding passing between you. In that moment, you knew that despite your differences, you shared a bond forged through adversity, a mutual respect for each other's strengths and weaknesses.

"Thanks, JJ," you replied, the gratitude evident in your voice as you returned his smile. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes, a reminder that there was a heart somewhere in JJ Maybank.

Kiara and Pope exchanged confused glances at each other, their brows furrowing in surprise at the unexpected interaction between you and JJ. After all, they were well aware of the tension that had always existed between the two of you, and seeing such a moment of camaraderie was certainly out of the ordinary.

However, recognizing that there were more pressing matters at hand—like celebrating the successful retrieval of the gold���they quickly brushed off their confusion and joined in the jubilant atmosphere that filled the van. With smiles on their faces and laughter in their voices, Kiara and Pope turned their attention back to the group, eager to bask in the shared sense of victory and accomplishment. After all, there would be plenty of time to ponder the nuances of your and JJ's relationship later.

"I say we celebrate tonight, my friends," JJ smirked, his voice filled with a sense of triumph as he reached for the cooler in the back of the van.

With a confident flourish, he cracked open a cold beer, the sound of the tab popping echoing through the vehicle. The sight of the chilled beverages brought a collective sense of anticipation to the group, the promise of a well-deserved celebration sparking excitement in the air.

As JJ passed around the drinks, a sense of camaraderie and camaraderie filled the van, the tension of the day slowly giving way to a shared sense of joy and relief. With each sip, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a feeling of contentment and satisfaction.

Oddly, you couldn't help but find yourself drawn to JJ as he took a swig of his beer, his laughter and banter with Pope filling the van with a sense of camaraderie and warmth. Despite the tension that had always existed between the two of you, in this moment, all of that seemed to fade away, replaced by a shared sense of victory and celebration.

As you watched JJ, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a feeling of warmth spreading through you as you observed the pure joy that seemed to exude from him. There was something infectious about his laughter, something that made you feel lighter and happier just being in his presence.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to simply bask in the glow of the moment, soaking in the shared sense of triumph and camaraderie that filled the van. It was a rare moment of peace and contentment, a fleeting glimpse of the bond that connected you and your friends in a way that nothing else could. And as you watched JJ laugh and joke with Pope, a sense of gratitude washed over you. Despite your differences, despite the challenges you had faced, you knew that in the end, you were all in this together.

Eventually, the van rolled to a stop back at the chateau, and with eager anticipation, you and your friends spilled out onto the driveway, shouting with joy and excitement. The adrenaline from the day's events still coursed through your veins, fueling the jubilant atmosphere that surrounded you all.

Following the group, you made your way to the backyard of the chateau, where a jacuzzi awaited. As you watched, JJ wasted no time in stripping off his shirt and kicking off his shoes, revealing his toned physique as he bounded towards the water, his laughter ringing out into the night.

With a sense of freedom and abandon, he leaped into the jacuzzi, his splash sending droplets of water flying into the air. The other boys followed suit, joining him in the bubbling warmth of the water as they laughed and joked together, the stresses of the day melting away with each passing moment.

Your breath hitched as you watched JJ emerge from underneath the water, his hair slicked back and his toned abs glistening with droplets of water. There was something undeniably captivating about the way the moonlight danced across his damp skin, casting him in a soft, ethereal glow.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you found yourself mesmerized by the sight before you. There was an undeniable magnetism to JJ, a raw intensity that drew you in and left you feeling breathless in his presence.

As he flashed you a playful grin, a shiver ran down your spine, sending a rush of heat coursing through your veins. There was no denying the sudden surge of attraction that pulsed between you, the air thick with unspoken tension as you locked eyes with him.

In that moment, you were acutely aware of the electricity that crackled in the air, the unspoken connection that simmered just beneath the surface. It was a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of something unspoken and yet deeply felt.

Shaking off your intrusive thoughts, you made a conscious decision to join in on the fun. With a sense of determination, you stripped off your shirt, revealing just your bra underneath, and with a playful grin, you hopped into the jacuzzi.

The warm water enveloped you as you submerged yourself, the soothing embrace of the bubbles washing away any lingering tension. As you resurfaced, you were greeted with cheers and applause from the boys, their laughter filling the air as they welcomed you into their midst.

The atmosphere was light and carefree, the worries of the day fading into the background as you laughed and joked with your friends. In this moment, surrounded by laughter and friendship, you felt alive, free to be yourself without reservation.

As you lounged in the jacuzzi, the warmth of the water seeping into your skin, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. It was moments like these, surrounded by the people you cared about most, that made life worth living.

A hint of shyness flushed over your cheeks as you settled against the side of the jacuzzi, allowing the warm water to envelop you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel JJ's gaze on you, and despite your best efforts to ignore it, a tingle of anticipation danced along your skin.

As you relaxed into the water, you couldn't help but steal a glance in JJ's direction, finding him watching you with an intensity that sent a flutter of butterflies through your stomach. There was something undeniably magnetic about the way his eyes seemed to linger on you, a silent invitation that left you feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive.

For a moment, you held his gaze, the unspoken tension between you palpable in the air. It was as if the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you locked in a silent exchange of longing and desire.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, and JJ turned his attention back to the group, a playful grin on his lips as he joined in on the laughter and conversation. And as you watched him, a sense of both disappointment and relief washed over you, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless and uncertain.

You shook your head, dismissing the subtle interaction with JJ, downplaying whatever it might've meant. It was easy to get caught up in the moment, to read too much into fleeting glances and shared smiles. But deep down, you knew better than to read too much into it.

With a self-assured nod, you pushed aside any lingering thoughts and focused instead on the present, allowing yourself to fully immerse in the warmth of the jacuzzi and the laughter of your friends. After all, there was no sense in dwelling on something that may or may not have meant anything.

As the night wore on and the hours passed, you couldn't help but notice that it was getting late. However, your friends seemed too caught up in the revelry to pay much attention to the time. Laughter echoed through the air, and the sound of clinking bottles filled the night.

It was then that you felt your phone buzz with a notification. Pulling it out, you saw a text from Rafe, asking what time you were planning to come over. The reminder of your plans with him caused you to sit up straight, suddenly feeling the weight of the hour.

With a sense of urgency, you dried yourself off, the warmth of the jacuzzi lingering on your skin as you hastily threw on your denim shorts and tank top. Standing up, you announced to your friends that you were heading out.

"C'mon, Y/N, just ditch Rafe for one night," JJ spoke up, his gaze locking directly onto yours as he made his plea. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in your stomach. There was something in JJ's eyes, a raw emotion that you couldn't quite place, and it left you feeling unsettled and unsure.

For a moment, you found yourself at a loss for words, the weight of JJ's gaze bearing down on you. You could feel the conflicting emotions swirling inside you, torn between the desire to stay with your friends and the obligation to honor your plans with Rafe.

But as you met JJ's unwavering gaze, a sense of resolve washed over you. With a firm shake of your head, you mustered up the courage to speak.

"I appreciate the offer, JJ, but I made plans with Rafe," you replied, your voice steady despite the nerves that threatened to betray you. "I can't just bail on him."

There was a hint of disappointment in JJ's eyes as he nodded in understanding, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Right, I forgot you were a kook," JJ quipped, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm as he shot you a sideways glance. His words stung, a reminder of the underlying tension that had always existed between you.

Disappointment drew over your face, your eyebrows furrowing as you looked at JJ with a hint of sadness in your eyes. "Really, JJ? Can't you just let it go for once?" you said, your voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

Before he could speak up to apologize, you quickly interjected, saying you were going to grab your things. Without waiting for a response, you turned around and headed inside the chateau, leaving JJ to grapple with the weight of his words.

As you disappeared from view, a sense of regret washed over JJ. He hadn't intended to upset you, and yet his thoughtless comment had clearly struck a chord. With a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, feeling a pang of guilt gnaw at him.

In that moment, JJ realized the impact his words could have and vowed to be more mindful in the future. He knew he needed to make things right with you, to apologize for his insensitivity and to bridge the divide that had formed between you. With a sense of determination, JJ followed after you, resolved to make amends and to show you that he was capable of being better. It was time to set things right and to repair the bond that had been strained by his thoughtless actions.

You stomped into the living room and swiftly picked up your bag off the couch, frustration boiling beneath the surface. As you turned around, ready to make your exit, you were met face-to-face with JJ, his expression a mixture of regret and concern.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the tension between you thick in the air. You could feel JJ's gaze boring into you, searching for some sign of forgiveness or understanding.

You looked up at JJ, your frown deepening as you met his gaze. "What do you want, JJ?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of suspicion.

JJ's expression softened at your question, and he took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I just wanted to apologize," he said, his voice earnest. "I didn't mean to upset you back there. It was a dick move." His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. You could see the sincerity in JJ's eyes, the genuine remorse etched on his face, and it gave you pause.

You crossed your arms and tilted your head at him, skepticism evident in your expression. "Is this some kind of joke, JJ? Because you never apologize," you said, your tone edged with disbelief.

JJ's expression faltered for a moment, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a rare vulnerability. "No, it's not a joke," he replied earnestly, his voice quiet but sincere. "I messed up, and I know it. I just... I don't want things to be weird between us, you know?"

You looked at him, your confusion evident in your expression. "Why do you even care, JJ? What does it matter to you?" you asked, your tone tinged with skepticism.

JJ's gaze faltered for a moment, a sense of vulnerability washing over him as he began to speak. "Look, I know you think that I hate you, but I don't," he admitted, his voice tinged with sincerity. His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were speechless. You had always assumed that JJ harbored some level of animosity towards you, given your past interactions and the tension that often simmered between you.

But as you looked into JJ's eyes, you could see a genuine earnestness that took you by surprise. There was something raw and vulnerable in his expression, a sincerity that you hadn't expected.

"Then why do you act like you do?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

JJ sighed heavily, a lump forming in his throat as he looked up at the ceiling, his words weighed down by the weight of his confession. "Because you're a kook, Y/N," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "And that alone makes you unattainable. So, it's easier to act like I hate you than to tell you the truth." His admission hit you like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. You had never expected JJ to be so candid about his feelings, and his honesty took you by surprise.

"What truth, JJ?" you asked, your voice soft but insistent, curiosity lacing your words.

JJ's gaze shifted to meet yours, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "The truth about... about how I feel about you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

His confession caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were speechless. You had never expected JJ to be so forthcoming about his feelings, and his honesty left you feeling both surprised and intrigued.

"The truth about... how you feel about me?" you repeated, trying to process JJ's words.

JJ nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "Yeah," he replied, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I... I care about you, Y/N. More than I should."

His admission hung in the air between you, the weight of his words sinking in. You could see the sincerity in JJ's eyes, the raw honesty etched on his face, and it left you feeling both touched and unsure of how to respond.

Before you could speak, JJ continued, his words pouring out in a rush. "And I hate how you settle for Rafe," he confessed, his voice tinged with frustration and regret. "You deserve so much better than him, Y/N."

His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. You had never expected JJ to be so candid about his feelings, and his honesty left you feeling both surprised and conflicted.

"I... I don't know what to say, JJ," you admitted, your voice filled with uncertainty.

JJ sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know I shouldn't say this," he continued, his gaze fixed on the ground. "But I can't stand seeing you with him, knowing that you deserve someone who treats you right."

His confession hung in the air between you, the weight of his words sinking in. You could see the sincerity in JJ's eyes, the raw emotion etched on his face, and it left you feeling both touched and conflicted.

You went to speak, "JJ, I—" but he cut you off, his expression a mixture of resignation and understanding. "I understand, Y/N," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "I know it doesn't change anything."

You paused, your heart pounding in your chest, and reached out, gently taking JJ's hand as he began to turn away. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you searched his gaze for the right words, the words that could convey the depth of your feelings.

"JJ, wait," you said softly, your voice tinged with a mixture of regret and longing. "If I would've known... If I would've known how you felt, I would've done something about it."

Your words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. You could feel the weight of the moment, the tension crackling in the air as you waited for JJ's response.

JJ's gaze softened as he looked down at you, his eyes searching yours for a long moment. "Y/N..." he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

But before he could say anything else, you felt a surge of courage wash over you. Leaning in closer, you closed the distance between you and pressed your lips against his, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as JJ's lips met yours, the world falling away around you. And in that moment, you felt a spark of hope flicker to life in your heart, a glimmer of possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was more to your relationship with JJ than you had ever dared to hope.

When you finally pulled away, JJ's expression was a mixture of surprise and confusion, but there was something else there too, something that mirrored the longing in your own heart.

"I... I don't know what to say," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, your hand still intertwined with his. "You don't have to say anything," you replied gently. "Just know that... I care about you, JJ. More than you'll ever know."

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving JJ standing there, his gaze following you as you disappeared from view. And as you made your way out of the chateau, a sense of hope filled your heart, knowing that perhaps there was still a chance for something more between you and JJ.

[binniesbooks]

Hi fayee!! Hruu? First time requesting here in ur blog and it wont be my last 😭🙏<3

Soo i have a huge fcking terry rot rn 😭😭 idk if u have seen it but, during the jp tour, tyun covered a song, and the lyrics went like " poker face, but your underwear is wet" AND IM TWEAKING OVER IT😭

May i request dom!taehyun x sub!reader:>

Scenario is reader and tyun having a dinner night with the members and taehyun is holding ur hand. Reader is feeling horny and shes slowly getting wet. Hes hand is slowly going down to ur thighs and suddenly his hand is touching reader's wet underwear, teasing her.

You can add a bed scene where they makeout, just wanna give a thought bc i cannot handle my terry rot rn and need to let this out 😭😭. I hope its fine requesting this:) 💗💗

( actual lyrics that tyun sang 😭⬇️⬇️ )

• UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT

TH 002 .F22 2024

wc 2.7k

pairings dom!Taehyun x sub!reader

warnings pet names, dom Taehyun, public fingering, unprotected sex, creampie (remind me if I forgot something)

faye's note I understand your Taehyun brain rot, because same. lmao. 😭😂 Plus I think the pet name 'sweetheart' really screams Taehyun, wth. And oh, to the one who requested this, I'm sorry for the delay 😖 May you still enjoy this, I hope I did this one justice too. 😵

Never in your life did you think that you would ever meet the great Taehyun, let alone date him. Not because he wasn't your type but because it felt too impossible to happen. However, impossible things happen when we expect them least.

“Sweetheart, dinner at the Han River Restaurant later; be ready, I’ll drop by to pick you up at 6,” Taehyun plants a soft kiss on your forehead in a rush; he was already running late for their meeting for the upcoming event.

You pouted and tugged the hem of his shirt, “That’s not the kiss you always give me when you leave.” Taehyun glanced at the watch on his wrist, he was already 5 minutes late. His phone rang, and Taehyun quickly picked it up.

“Where are you? It’s already 2:05, did you forget about our meeting?” It was Soobin, he wasn't mad if anything, his voice hinted with worry. “Hyung, I’ll be there in a minute, something just… something came up, and I really need to take care of it.” Taehyun glanced at you before he hung up.

Taehyun sat at the edge of the bed, his hand resting on your thigh as you looked at him with puppy eyes and a pout.

“Come here,” he beckoned, “You know I’m already running late, right?” his voice hinting with warning and power. You looked down as you fidgeted with your fingers.

You weren't the clingy type at all, but ever since you two started dating, he spoiled you so much that sometimes you couldn't help how you acted. Being stubborn and bratty most of the time. Trying to get everything you want by being a bratty girlfriend.

“I said, come here, kitten, I’m not playing games today, I’m already late.” “Taehyun,” you whispered, a shiver running down your spine as you met his melting gaze. You had no choice but to scoot beside him. “We don’t get to have everything to ourselves just because we want it,” Taehyun said, placing his hand on your cheeks.

“You better behave, or you won’t like it when I play your games.” You watched him clench his jaw as his thumb pressed down on your lower lip. You leaned your face on his palm as you opened your mouth, sucking on his thumb.

“Kitten, this is my last warning. I am late, keep that in mind.” His furrowing brows stirred something in you. You suddenly let your tongue swirl around his thumb. “You never listen, you brat.” He pulled his hand back and pushed his digits inside your mouth. Your tongue swirled and sucked on Taehyun’s two fingers as you looked at him.

He pulled his hand back again and kissed you. The kiss was sloppy and messy. You were practically drooling as his tongue danced inside your mouth and tangled with your tongue. His hand ran down your chest to your waist. His lingering touches felt hot and electrifying. He carefully slid his hand inside your tiny sleep shorts.

You were holding on to his arm for dear life as you felt so small in his gaze. “You should learn to know when and where you can act like this, tsk tsk,” he clicked his tongue as he pushed his fingers inside you. He moves them at an awfully slow pace. You couldn't help but whimper and moan his name. “T-Taehyun please, more, I’m g-gonna cum���” You whimpered with teary eyes.

Taehyun pulls away, wiping his fingers on your lips. He chuckled at your state when he stood up, you’re too fucked out with just his fingers. “Behave. I’m gonna pick you up later. And do not dare touch yourself. I’m warning you, sweetheart.” His smile was sweet, however, his voice was demanding.

You wanted to cry, you wanted him to let you cum at least before he left. “Taehyun p-please,” your eyes were pleading as you looked at him, squirming on the bed, trying to ease the tingly feeling on your cunt. “No can do sweetheart. I’ll leave now, see you later.” Taehyun kissed the top of your head before he turned around. Before he closes the door, he looks at you once again, giving you the ‘I’m-watching-you-so-you-better-be-careful’.

Maybe luck was on your side. It was because you fell asleep that afternoon, allowing your nearing high to subside for a while. It was safe to say, you succeeded at Taehyun’s command.

You woke up at a quarter to five. Rising to your feet, you trudged to the bathroom. You even thought of touching yourself in the bathroom, but you held yourself back. You didn't want Taehyun to be angry with you so you quickly wrapped your towel around yourself before the scent of his bath soap could overwhelm your senses. Or else it would have ended up with you touching yourself, just by mere soap at that.

While you were doing your hair and makeup, the door to your bedroom opened. It was Taehyun. “I’ll just change clothes, and we’ll go.” He hugged you and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips before he marched to the bathroom to probably wash his face or something.

Before you even stepped inside the restaurant, you could already sense the elegant ambiance it exuded.

“Let’s go, sweetheart, the others are already waiting.” Taehyun escorted you to the table where the others were waiting.

“Hi Y/n, nice to see you again, glad you made it.” Yeonjun gave you a hug and a cheek-to-cheek kiss. You meekly replied, “Hi Jjunie, nice to see you too.”

Beomgyu and Soobin waved at you. Kai almost did not notice you. If Soobin hadn’t pulled him back to the table, he would have stayed engrossed in watching the lights by the river.

You and Kai got along very well. He was always excited whenever he saw you. He would often talk about his new collections of plushies, how his hyungs would be bullying him most of the time, and many other stories he was so fond of telling you.

Food came shortly. The table looked busy with how Beomgyu and Yeonjun kept on bickering just across you and Taehyun. Soobin and Kai could only chuckle and leave side comments as they were sitting on both ends.

The members dug in while teasing to see who had the biggest appetite. You were also enjoying the playful banter, but you couldn’t help when your attention kept drifting back to Taehyun who seemed more interested in you than the food that was served at the table.

His hand rested on your waist throughout the night. Gently massaging your side from time to time, pulling away when needed, and placing it back after. After a while, he clasped your hand in his and lifted it to press a kiss to the back of it. “Cover your eyes, Kai,” Beomgyu playfully said, and the younger did as he was told, emitting laughter from all of you.

You suddenly felt a gentle touch on your thigh. Shit, it might not have been the best idea for you to wear a skirt. The touch felt so light, like a whisper. Taehyun’s hand, warm and inviting, was slowly exploring under the hem of your skirt, gliding just above your knee.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you looked at him with nervous eyes, but only a sweet smile was plastered on his face. “Eat a lot, sweetheart. I know you like it.” You didn't know what he meant by liking it. You bit your lip as you glanced below, watching his veiny hand wander on your thigh.

“What can you say about our upcoming event, y/n?” Yeonjun asked, not aware of what was happening under the table. You forced a smile, nodding, without actually knowing what the question was. Your attention was split between the conversation and Taehyun’s hand ghosting your skin. With Taehyun’s gentle caresses, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He's totally allowing the feeling of lust in you to resurface once again. His fingers, lightly trace your skin, igniting a warm feeling that spreads like a wildfire throughout your body.

You shook your head, trying to focus on the topic served, but the sensation of his hand wandering left you holding your breath and distracted.

“Are you okay?” Soobin seemed to notice how you shook your head. But you weren’t able to reply, too much occupied with the sensation you were feeling.

“Y/n?” Taehyun’s voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back for a moment. “Did you hear what Soobin had asked?” His mischievous grin hinted that he knew exactly what he was doing, testing the boundaries in the midst of his bandmates. You shook your head slightly, your cheeks warming as you looked back at Soobin, who was currently sharing his thoughts. Completely unaware of the subtle chaos happening at your side.

Taehyun took the opportunity to lean forward, his hand moving higher now, teasingly brushing against your throbbing core. Your breathing hitched. “Focus, y/n,” he whispered just enough for you to hear, his warm breath, sending shivers down your spine. It was a challenge, and the thrill of it made your heart race.

You glanced up at the others; they were too caught up in their own world to notice the growing tension between you and Taehyun. The restaurant bustled around you, laughter echoing, plates clattering, and your legs trembling as he ghosted your core once again.

“Let’s toast!” He announced, raising his glass. Everyone joined in, momentarily breaking the spell under the table. You tried to collect yourself and fix your hiked-up skirt.

As you took a sip of your drink, Taehyun’s hand found its way back beneath your skirt, more boldly this time. The thrill of it left you breathless again. Taehyun slipped a finger inside.

“I hope it doesn’t rain during our event, I don’t wanna get wet.” His innocent smile got you twitching. You bit the glass to suppress the whine that was about to come through, praying it wouldn’t break and wound your lips. You did your best to listen to Kai’s stories, making comments intermittently to avoid drawing too much attention to yourself.

Your thighs pressed together as Taehyun slipped another one, gently pushing in and out of your cunt. His moves were careful, not letting any squelching sounds be heard.

A few more pushes was all it took to have you cumming on his fingers. He kept on sliding his fingers inside, letting you ride your high, wiping his sticky fingers on your skirt afterward.

“Taehyun, is y/n okay? She looks a bit red?” Beomgyu looks concerned at least. Thinking you might be drunk from the liquor.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Taehyun was practically pretending. Your head hung low as you bit your lip, a sultry moan about to escape.

“T-Taehyun, I-I don’t feel well, I think we n-need to go h-home now,” you stuttered, your mind hazy. “Sorry guys, I think she caught a cold. She’s so warm.” Taehyun apologized as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead and neck.

“You should head home now, or it’ll get worse,” Yeonjun suggested as he handed you a glass of water that you immediately chugged down.

After saying your goodbyes to the rest of Taehyun’s friends, you stumbled, and it didn’t escape their eyes. Gasping and standing almost at the same time to assist you. “I-I’m sorry, I’m feeling a b-bit dizzy,” you bowed and asked for an apology.

“Noona, please take care on your way home. I still have many stories to tell, but I think you should go home for now.” Kai pouted. “I-I’ll make it u-up to y-you soon, Kai, I p-promise.”

Taehyun escorted you back to his car. His hand found its way back to your core once again the moment he started the car.

“T-Taehyun…” you whimpered. Taehyun chuckled, he knows the difference between your whimper when you’re needy and your whimper when you don’t want it anymore. And he was sure about your whimper just now. It clearly states that you wanted more.

“Needy, needy, needy, little girl,” he grinned. His eyes were fixed on the road, but his hand was busy fucking your cunt again.

“Can you wait until we’re home, sweetheart?” Taehyun asked as he licked his fingers, “Fucking sweet…” Your arm draped over your eyes as you nodded meekly, your eyes teary and cheeks red, your legs were also trembling.

It was not long before you arrived at his house. He’s not rushing at all, instead, it looks like he is taking his own sweet time. You tugged at the hem of his shirt as you stared at him with pleading eyes while he was finding the keys in his pocket.

He pulled your face, crashing his lips onto yours, saliva mixing as he tangled his tongue on yours. He pushed the door open without breaking the kiss, slamming into you in the hallway as he kicked the door close.

He pulled away, saying, "I think you deserve a reward, sweetheart, you did a good job today.” You frantically nodded your head as he smiled at you. Taehyun picked you up, as he headed to the bedroom.

He carefully laid you down, stripping his shirt off. “What’s your reward, pretty? Hm? What do you choose?” He crawled between your legs, hovering above you. You reached out to the tent on his pants and you rubbed it lightly.

“Good choice, good choice,” he commented, nodding at your action. The clinks of the buckle of his belt were the only thing that could be heard aside from your shaky breaths.

“Turn around,” he commanded. He gently pressed your head on the pillow as he raised your ass slightly. “I’m amazed you could keep a poker face while you were still so wet under the table,” he said, pushing your underwear to the side as he lined himself up to your entrance.

“Fucking scream into the pillow now!” He pushed inside you with all his strength as he continuously pounded into you.

“Oh, pretty, you feel so good. You know how to arch your beautiful back, fuck.” His voice was steady, totally taking control of you and your fucked out brain. “T-Taehyun, m-more, please!”

You begged. “Greedy.. so greedy, princess. You really love this, yeah?” His stamina has been no joke ever since he started hitting the gym. “Should I cum inside you?”

“P-please do, wanna be f-full of you.” Your muffled noise and moans were music to his ear as he pounded harder into your cunt.

Taehyun stopped. Edging himself. “T-Taehyun!” You squirmed under him, wanting more. He smirked, as a stinging slap landed on your ass.

“Ah!” He loves it when you’re squealing out in pleasure.

Two. Three. Four. Five more slaps.

“Look at you, cumming with just a slap, you're a slut aren't you?” His hand now wrapped around your neck as he pulled you flush to his chest.

Then he started fucking into you again. Harder. Deeper. Reaching the right spots. He continued thrusting until he came inside you.

“Your pussy feels good as hell, agh!” His hips stutter. But not less than a minute later, he started moving again. His lips were now planting soft kisses and hickeys over your shoulder, hips stuttering for the second time. Your voice resonated through the room as your body trembled. The mix of his cum and yours dripping down your thigh.

“I’m not yet done with your reward, sweetheart. We’re still not done.” Taehyun pants as he pushes you onto the bed, diving in for a missionary position.

@binniesbooks 2024

[gatitties]

Can I request where Shanks, Y/n and Uta compering their height differences. I mean I calculated that Uta is clearly the shortest and Y/n is only 2 inches shorter than their dad. You know that quote “there are two sisters and the shortest is always the oldest”? Yeah I can clearly see this where is Uta is jealous that the fact her little sister is 6’4 at age of 14? She be like ‘I’m the oldest I was supposed to be taller’ and Shanks over here is laughing while Y/n is standing not knowing what she did while they are having the party with the crew for the family reunion.

Uta:😡😤😔

Y/n:🧍‍♀️

Shanks & crew:🥹😂🤣

─Shanks & Uta x reader (Platonic)

─Summary: You just made an innocent comment, why such a fuss?

─Warnings: none

As always, sorry for the delay, plus I don't know anything about Uta 🤚🏻 😔

—Arguments over small things are always present if you and Uta are in the same space for a long time.

—Everyone Will laugh at how Uta's cheeks turn red when she hears how, although unwillingly, you make fun of her.

—It could be because of the height difference or any other thing in which you stand out in the slightest and she will be fuming from her ears.

—You don't even realize why she's like that, unless Benn points it out and specifies it.

—Shanks will also take the opportunity to annoy her a little, which will end up pissing her off more.

—You just stay in the middle, watching while you continue eating and they shout here and there.

—Of course this is just a small dynamic, no one is really angry with anyone.

—Everyone seems to enjoy how their captain loses his temper when he sees Uta throw potatoes at him for emphasizing her lack of height compared to you.

—And you simply don't realize what the problem is with being taller or shorter, you just made a comment because you thought it was a funny situation and everything turned into chaos from one moment to the next.

—You got away from some tasks because Uta was punished, perhaps, sometimes your comments were made on purpose, but no one had to know anything.

[gege]

Hiii, how are you? I hope you are doing ok! <3 sending love and hugs. I wanted to ask you... i think i remember something about tgcf having live action adaptation. Was that real or was just a dream i had or something? If it's real do you know if we will have it or what happened to the project? Idk if my mind made that up! sorry and thanks :)

Hiii Anon!

No, it's not some mad collective fever dream we all had, they really did film it (6 months of shooting between July 2021 and January 2022). Native title is 吉星高照 (Ji Xing Gao Zhao) English title is Eternal Faith.

If we ever get to see it is another matter, i probably don't need to say the main reason is because it's a danmei adaptation - it'll have a harder time passing the censors than the average cdrama. Since the popularity of other dangais it seems the censors have become stricter in any case. Job one is always going to be passing the censors.

While checking chinese websites and articles I did find several sources of a rumour that the site security punched a girl who was visiting the set. I can't vouch for the reliability of this but anything that can potentially attract criticism can delay a cdrama release further. Other criticisms include the casting of the male leads, how cheap the set design and costuming look, and a cancelled actress who may have to remain uncredited.

So it will need to satisfy the censors in order to be relased, as well as satisfy the general public and tgcf fans to be worth releasing and I'm not sure if it can do it all. If all goes well and it does ever pass censorship, we won't get a release date in advance. I don't know if you've ever experienced waiting for a cdrama release but you will not get much warning when it airs. It will likey drop with a couple days warning in form of internet rumours, or just completely out of the blue.

HAVING SAID THAT - another rumour is that a full costume bl drama like the untamed will be released internationally in Sept 2024, bypassing a Chinese release. It's just a rumour but it does make this webpage very interesting! But please remember everything above and not get too excited just yet 😂.

I'm gonna share some set photos just because 😍

Zhai Xiaowen as Xie Lian

Zhang Linghe as Hua Cheng/San Lang/Crimson Rain Sought Flower

Chang Huasen as Shi Qingxuan/Wind Master & Tian Xuning as He Xuan/Ming Yi/Earth Master

Vin Zheng as Nan Feng & Li Fancheng as Fu Yao (+ bonus Wind Master)

Liu Lingzi as Xuan Ji

Liu Jinyan as Ling Wen & Wang Yueyi as Female Wind Master

Xiao Kaizhong as Feng Xin/Nan Yang & Cai Yao as Mu Qing/Xuan Zhen

Bian Tianyang as Qi Rong/Prince Xiao Jing/Green Ghost

Lu Yuxiao as Yushi Hung/Rain Master. She played Shangguan Qian in My Journey to You, but as she was fairly unknown at the time of filming jxgz so there are no photos to be found of her as Rain Master 😩.

Anyway, let's all quietly try to will this into existence with physic powers etc.

Thanks for sending me an ask, have a lovely day anon!

(∩^o^)⊃━☆

[mybiasisexo]

HI! Happy New Year!

Can I request #51 with Chanyeol pls? Wishing you all the best for 2024! Thanks in advance!

Distraction 🏋️‍♂️

Part 2 Genre: fluff | personal trainer!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 2.3k Warnings: Chanyeol is a warning all in himself boy!!!

a/n: I said i was gonna make a gym drabble and baby here it is!!! This isnt really fluff, but its def not angst. What other genres are there??? I could've made this 6k is2g lmao i want the smut 😂. but ayye these are just drabbles! I'll behave. Sorry for the delay! Thank you so much for the request 😚 this gif of him alwaaaays makes me crazy like if i stare at it for too long ill scream. no im not ok thanks for asking

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

Dread filled you as you gazed at the building looming in front of you. Your worst enemy—the gym.

You despised the place for two reasons. The first was simple, it was a gym, pretty self-explanatory. The second reason was your personal trainer, Park Chanyeol.

You swore from the moment he was assigned to you he made it his mission to make you never come back. He had to have a torture kink or something, with the stuff he had you doing. You’ve pushed yourself to the point of puking a few times under his care, and still he would make you keep going.

And sure, you were seeing results. And, yeah, it was getting easier. You felt yourself growing stronger with every session. He was good at what he did, even if his practices had you questioning the legality of it all.

With a withering sigh, you got out of your car and made your way to what was your personal hell.

You spotted Chanyeol as soon as you entered. He was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, legs spread apart, looking rather unimpressed as he hovered over a guy struggling to do pushups.

You tried not to stare too long at those exposed arms, the massive muscles bulging over his just as firm chest. He always wore the same thing: black basketball shorts with a black muscle shirt that left little to the imagination of how much time he spent at the gym. You’d only ever seen him work out once yourself and…. You refused to let your thoughts wander to that moment.

As if he could hear where your mind was attempting to go, his eyes flickered up to where you were scanning in your membership badge. A wolfy grin split his face as he took you in, the heat of his gaze made you shiver.

He only acknowledged you for a second. It took you a beat too long to realize he was counting his client’s reps. Ignoring him, you headed over to a secluded corner and started your warm up stretches. Chanyeol helped the poor dude up, that strength of his coming in clutch when his client’s knees buckled and he almost hit the floor.

You winced, knowing that pain. Luckily, this gym had darkly painted walls and dim lighting to give its customers a sense of privacy. It helped that it was later in the night, nearing eleven, so there wasn’t many people present to watch him struggle. As well as yourself. That was why you preferred coming late. Less people, less judgement, and it wore you out enough that you could go straight to bed as soon as you got home—after a post workout meal, if Chanyeol were to ask.

He clapped the scraggly man on his back, making him cough, and gave some uplifting words as they slowly made their way to the front door. You were just finishing your stretches when thick bowlegs were in front of you. You were sitting on the floor, so you had to look up, up, up that firm trunk of a frame to meet those round eyes of his alight with humor.

“You actually showed up today?” Chanyeol asked, tilting his head curiously. His shaggy hair fell into his stare.

You glared at him as you climbed to your feet. “Well, I figured you haven’t killed me yet.”

“Yet.” His grin was a warning. He nudged his head to the rather empty machines. “Come on. It’s leg day.”

You let out a relieved breath. It was torture for sure, but leg day was your favorite. He led you to a machine and you got to work.

You tried to focus on the tasks given to you. To focus on your posture, your breathing, on keeping your core tight. But, it was rather difficult when something, or rather someone, was far more distracting.

That was another thing about Chanyeol that you despised. When you first found out he was going to be your trainer, your immediate thought was ‘hell no’. You were hesitant to have a male trainer to begin with, but this one? He was fine as all hell. Too fine. And with that smirk he gave you when you first refused his help—the one he still gave you, mind you—you knew he was going to be a problem.

Matters were only made worse when you actually trained with him. During your sessions, he was nothing but professional. His goal was to help you through your workouts and he did. His large hands would skim over your body as he fixed your posture, or added pressure against your legs so that you knew where to put your weight. His voice was deep and he would use it to encourage and praise you. There was never any teasing or animosity while you trained. His voice would sink into your brain, scramble your thoughts and leave your body boiling. Especially when he’d hit you with a ‘good girl’ or ‘just like that. Perfect’.

He had to know what he was doing.

It was near the end of your session, you had one last work out to do.

“Save the best for last,” Chanyeol said as he took you to a bizarre looking machine.

“And what the hell is this thing?” You asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“It’s called a hip abductor,” he explained to you like he thought you were dumb.

You ignored his tone. “How’re you supposed to use it?”

“Sit on it and I’ll show you.”

You brushed off the innuendo, and prayed he didn’t catch the heat on your face. Instead, you bumped the machine with your shoe, warily taking it in. You were exhausted, and didn’t want to do another set of nothing.

“Why don’t you demonstrate for me?” You suggested.

Chanyeol lifted an eyebrow and you shrugged in response. “What? I’ve never seen you work out before. How do I know you’re qualified to train me?”

He barked a laugh at that, knowing you’re bullshitting now. “I imagine your glutes are enough proof of my teaching abilities.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “And why are you looking at my glutes?”

He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just making sure I’m doing my job.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and hummed, unable to think of a good comeback. Instead, you nudged your chin towards this ‘hip abductor’.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said. Despite his words, he didn’t call you out. You watched as he plopped onto the machine with a sigh. You couldn’t help but grin victoriously, eager to see the man at work.

He adjusted the weight, settled into the seat, and then pushed his thighs against the pads, spreading his legs out wide before bringing them back in. He began explaining what he was doing, what muscles he was working, and the proper way to move, but you could barely hear a word over the way his thick thighs flexed, the muscle underneath stretching the skin.

You realized then that your roles were reversed, and a brilliant idea popped into your head. He was always teasing you during your sessions, and now was your turn to have some fun and return the favor.

You took a couple steps closer to him, studying him more, like you were invested in getting everything right. Then you ran your fingers down his arm and he faltered for a second.

“Am I supposed to hold on to the seat like that?”

You didn’t miss the way his grip tightened, his knuckles whitening.

“Yeah,” he said between clenched teeth.

He pushed his legs out again, and you’re quick to fill the new space, forcing him to keep them open.

Your name left his mouth in a warning. That only made your grin grow wider.

He glared up at you. “What are you doing?”

“Testing to see how long you can hold this position.”

He said your name again, but you interrupted him before he could finish. “You always push me. Why don’t I test your limits for once?”

Something ignited in his eyes and the lights ahead shown in them hauntingly. “Who says you don’t already do?”

“What?” You asked, startled by how gently the words left his full lips.

He didn’t repeat himself, but he appeared to give into your challenge. He sunk more into his seat, eyes never left yours as he held the position, too competitive for his own good. Though it worked in your favor.

You’re not sure how much time passed, but it felt like hours of you standing between his legs, both never looking away from the other.

Finally, you decided it was time to up the ante. Sweat had started to gather on his forehead and neck, but most importantly, a slight tremor had started in his legs.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with a fake pout. “Can’t hold it anymore?”

“I’m chilling,” he replied back, but you heard the strain in his voice.

“Is that so?” You grinned again and rested the palm of your hands above his knees on either side of you. “You’re shaking.”

You took your time scaling his body before meeting his eyes again. He was holding his breath, but something in his expression was begging you to continue.

So, you did.

Slowly, you dragged your hands further up his legs, remembering all the times he had done the same. Although he was always professional about it. He only touched you when he had to. There was nothing professional about your touch. All the sexual frustration you’ve felt because of this man had seemed to bubble over and took control of your limbs. In this moment, you wanted him to understand what he did to you, wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

His eyes fluttered as you dragged his shorts up with your wrists, wanting to feel his warm skin.

You quickly glanced around the gym, noticing you were the only ones left, and that made you even more bold. Nearly at his hips, you went to move your hands to his crotch.

Chanyeol was fast. Before you knew what happened, he had snatched your wrists with one hand, putting a halt to your little game and causing you to gasp in surprise.

Your ministrations had you bent over him, so your faces were only an inch or two apart. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours, the hair on his forehead tickled your own.

“You’re playing with fire here,” he warned, voice a steady grumble against your lips. When he pulled back to take in your expression, you saw the burning inferno ready to wreak havoc in his gaze. You knew that if he were to let go of those flames, it would burn away all pretenses, all politeness, and rules.

And you wanted that. You wanted his fire to consume you, wanted his desire to engulf and burn and hurt.

There was a pause as you both study each other, waiting to see who would break first. You found your arms shaking in his grip, not with the usual soreness you’d usually be shaking with at this time of your appointment. It was adrenaline, your own desire raised to meet his.

Of course, he felt it too. “How long have you wanted me, Sweetheart?”  He sounded deceitfully sweet, and it made your sore legs weak. He gathered that much, so he gathered you. Large hands went to your waist, easily lifting you up so that you were now straddling him. With you on his lap, he could finally close his legs, and he did so with a relieved huff. A mocking laugh left your mouth, but he put an end to it by pushing you down so that you were seated fully on him—right on his bulge.

“Oh!” You startled. You blinked up at him innocently before throwing back at him, “how long have you wanted me?”

He hummed thoughtfully, running his hands up your thighs to hold your hips. He pressed his lips to your ear, “from the moment I first saw you.”

You shivered at both his confession and his warm breath on your skin. It took everything in you not to roll your hips into him, the pressure of him just as much a tease as his expression and words and touch.

“That being said,” he started, and you already knew you weren’t going to like what he was about to say. “You have a workout to finish.”

“I can think of a few alternatives that are just as effective,” you said, giving into the temptation to gently grind against him.

He bit his lip, holding back a moan as he forced you to stop with his hands on your hips. His attention fell to your chest hovering in front of his face. “You’re not getting out of this one. Nice try though.”

You groaned and straightened, slumping dejectedly. He chuckled before wrapping an arm around your waist, standing abruptly. You squealed, holding onto him as he turned around to sit you down onto the seat of the machine.

“Chanyeol,” you whined.

“Hey, I let you stall, didn’t I?”

“I mean yeah, but we were in the middle of something.”

“I tell you what. Finish this set and I’ll reward you.”

“Reward me how?” You questioned skeptically. His idea of a reward usually benefited him more than you.

As an answer, he stuck out his tongue, wagging it quickly at you. Your eyes widened in shock, scandalized. But the burning in your abdomen and the way your legs pressed together was a dead giveaway to how enticing a reward that was.

“Fine,” you grumbled, adjusting the weight and starting doing your reps.

Chanyeol’s loud laugh echoed throughout the building at your eagerness.

“If I knew that was all the encouragement you needed, I would’ve incorporated it sooner.”

“Shut up,” you muttered.

“Make me.” He smirked.

“Oh, I will be as soon as I get that reward you promised.”

When you left the gym some time later, you couldn’t help but to think maybe your trainer wasn’t that bad afterall.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

We Are Ep. 14: Part 3/3

Hello again!! =D

Part 1 and Part 2

Warning: long post 😊😅 (also, I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been sleep deprived for the last two to three days because my insomnia and depression made comebacks, but I'm better now)

She reminds me so much of my own mom-

My mom adopts my friends, and no one has any say in it, while my dad encourages her 😭👍🏼

I absolutely love her relationship with all of them. While it's given that Peem will talk about Phum, Q has talked about Toey too, and it's quite obvious that Peem and his og group of friends have visited quite often before. She asks no question, and is so comfortable with them that they don't hesitate for a second to introduce their boyfriends. This is maybe not realistic (I'm pretty sure my mom while very similar wouldn't be this accepting) but it's very in line with this show, and I really like it.

GIVE ME MORE ACCEPTING PARENTS IN BL!!!

I am 100% sure that for a moment there, Phum's brain short circuited 😭

I mean, just look at it from his perspective. The boy he's head over heels for talks about him like this to his mom. If it were me, I'd be having an existential crisis right there, he has much more self control than me.

I'll be living here, in this moment for the next 1000 years, thanks for asking.

Listen, I'm a big fan of domestic fluff, BUT THIS???

Also, I don't usually talk about these, but on Phum's t-shirt, it says "ALWAYS FORWARD NO TURNING BACK" which is very relevant here because Peem helps him see a future, and to enjoy the present as it comes back. He's slowly but surely leaving his scarred past behind.

I have so many fic ideas smh

And yet, I don't really see you, complaining, Peem.

He says while sipping from his own glass. Very convincing, Peem.

THIS WAS SO CUTE OH MY GODS 😭😭🫶🏼

Btw, Peem? Phum is calling you "meow" for the rest of your lives. Just like you'll be calling him Puppy Phum. <3

oh-

These few seconds spoke so much.

The realization that this is what a real family is supposed to look like, that he'll probably never have this with his own parents.

But then- then he realizes that now he can have this. He can have Peem, and a family full of love and sit in the midst of his brother and his friends and Peem's friends and be accepted and loved.

Maybe he can't have this with his own parents, but he can have this with Peem, and that for him, is already far more than he could have ever imagined.

I just love that addition 😭😂

Peem is absolutely incapable of not calling Phum some version of "idiot (affectionate)" and I adore him for it. <33

Oho, violent Fang is back.

But seriously, let the others sleep, Pun and Toey 😭

THIS LOOK. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US??

There's only two eps left (?!!!!!), so I really hope that the next one is when they get together

The small thumb soothing his tummy 🥺🫶🏼

All we got are crumbs of ChainPun throughout and they still managed to make us go insane. Mad respect for their friends who have to deal with them on a daily basis 😭👍🏼

Also, when Peem got up to ask what they were doing and Phum pulled him back to sleep, did y'all see that tiny forehead kiss? My man never misses a chance to kiss Peem, and I am so proud of him.

This reminds me of such a funny story-

So. We went to visit this historical building (note: historical) and the stairs leading up were naturally kind of steep and broken. It was very crowded, so it was four or five teams/families to one guide. We went up slowly, but since the guide was obviously very used to it, he went up faster, and was waiting for us at the landing. So one couple asked how he got there so fast, and he jokingly said "I took the lift" and the man was like "Why didn't you tell us before?? One of us [I don't remember who he said] just had knee surgery!" and the rest of us were just staring at him like ???? are you listening to yourself- 😶

My parents and I laugh about it to this day 😭😂 (this was almost 8 years back OH GODS SAYING THAT MADE ME FEEL SO OLD-)

What next ep looks like:

What I looked like after watching the trailer:

(In that order.)

That's it for ep 14! See y'all in 4 days (I fear for what will become of me after I watch ep 15).

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here have a croissant 🥐

[weemssapphic]

Hi author how are you? I hope you are doing well

I admit that I'm not sure about this message, I don't know if it's done to share a fanfiction link like that, if it's not done just ignore this message

You see I was looking for a very specific type of fanfic and I came across this one, in itself it's a bit what I'm looking for and not totally but a sentence made me think of you and I laugh so much in Imagining your reaction, here is the sentence and the fanfic (you will find the line in one of the chapters, I don't really know where 😅)

Actually, links are apparently not supported here, I'll have to give you the name and author... It's less funny 😑Besides, the joke falls flat if you read the short summary of the fic.

Author;TazzieBadger

Fic;Uh Oh

The sentence that should tickle your curiosity but that the truth that hides behind you should not have seen it coming (unless you read the summary, it's less funny if you read the summary I warn you (that It would be a shame not to have the surprise, right?😁)

Ok actually several

📜« We disintegrated Weems" Enid's voice broke📜

📜« No, we just - " Wednesday started to say, but was interrupted by Yoko "killed her"📜

📜« What have we done?" Yoko pulled away from Enid's hold and took a few steps back. "Oh my God." She leaned forward, her breathing quickening. "Oh my God, oh my God, what have we done?"📜

📜« We're really sorry. We didn't mean to do this, I swear. You just came at the wrong time.📜

📜“Okay, okay. Weems isn’t dead. We didn’t kill her...📜

Well... What happened to weems? But you see I know that you Wants weems to come back and be alive, so that's the case here, and I'm sure you'll imagine a bunch of scenarios but the only one you won't think of will be the one in this fic and it really amuses me Imagine your disbelieving face reading this😁 I only wanted to put the last sentence but my desire to tickle your curiosity took over 😁

PS: I'm not here to advertise, it's really just to share something fun with you, you can always keep this message private, I'll take this opportunity to tell you that I read the last 3 chapters of your lipstick stain fic but I haven't finished commenting on them yet but I loved it!

More author, hoping not to be rude here

Hello friend! Sorry for the delayed reply! Thank you for this 😂 I had to go look up the fic and read a bit of it as you definitely ignited my curiosity and it did indeed tickle me greatly 😂 I'm not one for crack fics usually but the idea of Weems as a baby is somehow too hilarious to resist 😂

[jokerislandgirl32]

Trick or treat! 🎃💜🍬

Happy belated Halloween! I’m sorry for the delay in response, but it was for a reason! I was working on your trick or treat, and for you we have….A treat, a Zach inspired playlist! The playlist, as you can see, is entitled: Zach Varmitech Wants You, And You Want Him.

This playlist has quite a few spicier songs (I did not hold back, this is your warning 😂) and some downright silly songs that make me think of Zach and how he would respond to the affections of a partner/ how his partner would respond to his affections. So, it hits on both sides of a Zach x OC or a Zach x Canon relationship dynamic.

I feel like this playlist could work for any of Zach’s ships (selfships like ours for Ziolet and Zach x Alessandra, and canon ships like ChriZach, Zartin, etc.), so to anyone who listens feel free to interpret this playlist as you will! For any minors or sensitive listeners please be aware of the explicit songs on the playlist, both in words and topics. Enjoy!

[crazyunsexycool]

My Little Love

Chapter 7 pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

word count: 5.0k

warning: angst, mentions of child abuse, kisses, Bucky just being the sweet bean we know he is

A/N: Bucky learns what dilf means! 😂 this chapter is angsty at the beginning but we have to remember that Charlotte did experience a lot of trauma so we see that side of it. Also she says her first word!!! 🥺🥰🥺🥰

Series Masterlist

Ch. 6

High pitched screaming was heard through the otherwise quiet lab. The heart monitor went from showing a steady heartbeat to a frantic one. You moved over to the modified treadmill and crouched down to be at eye level with your screaming patient. 

“Charlotte what’s wrong?” You took a moment to see if something was hurting her.

She just screamed again as a response and threw her stuffed pink teddy bear in your general direction. Her cheeks were red and she had an all too familiar scowl on her face.

“I’m sorry Bruce, we're going to have to try this another time. I think she’s had enough of the cables and tests.” You say as you begin to unhook said cables. 

“It’s ok at least we have a baseline. Next time we can just get started on the tests.” Bruce pulls out a lollipop from his pocket and holds it out for Lottie to take. “You were so brave, Charlotte.”

Her little hand wraps around it and she pulls it close to her. 

“Can you say thank you, Lottie?” You know she won’t actually say it but she usually gives a little bashful smile. Lottie just frowns and looks away. You sigh as you shift her on your hip. 

“I don’t know what’s going on with her. She’s usually so happy.” 

“Well she did go through a lot so maybe the lab has her on edge.”

“Maybe. Do you think we have to worry about her speech? She hasn’t even attempted to say a word.” You ask worriedly. 

“Nah, for now she’s hitting important milestones. She’s at the weight a kid her age should be and she is walking and running. Now the running I would be worried but considering she has the serum I would say she’s right on track in her development. Her speech might just be delayed but again considering everything she’s been through. If in a few weeks we don’t see any improvements we can look into a speech therapist.” Bruce pats your arm before walking back toward his desk and you take that as your queue to leave.

“You and I have to have a serious conversation about your attitude missy.” 

Bucky walked into your apartment after finishing his debriefing. At the sound of the door opening Lottie raced out of the kitchen and into his open arms. You smiled when you heard him ask her about her day. She babbled as the sounds of his footsteps got closer. 

“Hey sugar.” Bucky leaned in and gave you a quick kiss. “How was your morning?” 

“It was ok. Bruce and I tried to run some tests on Lottie but we didn’t get very far.”

“What happened?” Bucky asks as he takes a strawberry and takes a bite before offering it up to Lottie. Her little fingers dig into the fruit as she nibbles on it.

“Well my sweet Angel here started screaming, even threw her bear at me.” 

“She gets her attitude from you.” 

“Oh shut up.” 

“You see, so mean.” He teases as he sits down. “So you weren’t able to get anything?” 

“Just a baseline. Maybe next time we can have you there. She might feel more relaxed if she sees more people she trusts.” 

“Of course, anything for my girls.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Did Bruce say anything about her not talking?”

“He isn’t too worried for now. But if she doesn’t start talking within a few weeks we’ll look into a speech therapist.” 

“That’s good right?” 

“Yeah,” you look up at him from cutting up some fruit. “With everything she’s been through, she’s adapted well. Maybe she starts talking a bit later, who cares? All that matters is that she’s healthy.” You set the small plate in front of Lottie to let her feed herself and turn to the fridge. The sound of the plate hitting the floor and your sweet Angel’s temper tantrum gets your attention.

“Shh it's ok, doll.” Bucky coos sweetly as Charlotte continues to cry and try to break free of his hold. He adjusts his hold on her but she only tries to push away from him.

“Just put her down, she doesn’t want to be held.”

Bucky sighs and sets Charlotte on the floor. She stands there for a moment, crying her heart out before running out to the living room. 

“What is going on with her?” 

“I have no idea but this is what happened earlier when we were at the lab.” 

Bucky moves and begins to clean up the mess Charlotte had made. You both felt helpless. As much as Tony and Bruce had looked through hydra files there weren’t a lot of notes or anything talking about Charlotte. There was the video from when she was born and a few notes about her weight and some procedures they had performed on her.

“We’ll just have to wait until Wanda gets back from her mission.” You say as you keep your eyes on the doorway. 

Bucky throws out the fruit and washes the plate before bringing you in for a hug. 

“We’ll figure it out, sugar.”

Wanda’s mission had been extended and the temper tantrums only got worse. Nothing you did was working and worst of all Charlotte looked disconnected from everyone. You’d find her hiding behind the couch or in her room. She was barely sleeping or eating. Hardly anyone could get close to her without her flinching. 

 When Wanda did finally arrive it was around 2:00 am and you were sure she’d go to sleep. You were more than ok with that even if your sweet Angel was currently awake and crying. Nothing you or Bucky did was enough to soothe her. Lottie sat in her crib as far away from you as possible as she held onto her pink teddy. 

“Hey, you wanted to see me?” Wanda’s sweet voice cut through the tension in the room. 

“Wanda, I thought you’d go straight to bed.” 

“How could I? Friday told me you needed help with Lottie. I couldn’t just let her continue to hurt.” She said as she got closer to the crib. 

Bucky stood up from where he had been sitting on the floor and pulled you into his side. Both of you watched as Wanda’s fingertips and eyes started glowing red. Lottie whimpered as Wanda got closer and after a few minutes you saw that she actually started to calm down. When she was done Wanda turned to look at both you and Bucky. There was no way to miss the tears in her eyes.

“She was triggered by you taking her to the lab.” Wanda started explaining. “It seems that since she was born she’s had handlers. They’d do everything you’ve been doing. Take care of her, feed her, give her toys and play with her and then one day they would just start their experiments. Just horrible stuff.” Wanda sniffled. “The caring turned into pain. She would develop attachments to these people and then they’d turn around and hurt her. The food had been altered to hurt her or they simply wouldn’t feed her. The toys would be taken away and she would be left alone for hours at a time just crying. And on top of that they were physically abusive. But I used her own memories to remind her that you wouldn’t hurt her. Hopefully it works.” 

“Thank you Wanda for helping and coming in right after you just back from your mission. You must be exhausted.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I love that little girl, we all do.” 

“Go get some rest.” You hug her quickly.

Sure enough Lottie had moved from the corner she had been sitting in to stand and hold her arms out. Bucky quickly picked her up and she laid her head against his shoulder. It was obvious she was exhausted, you all were. 

“Come on, we can at least rest in my room.” You walked out behind Bucky and shut off the light to Lottie’s room. In your own room Bucky had settled down with his back against the headboard and his daughter against his chest. She had stopped crying but her red eyes and pink cheeks were evidence of all of the fear she had been going through the last few days. Once you got comfortable in bed your sweet Angel sat up and pointed at you before looking at Bucky. 

“What is it, doll?” 

“Mm.” She grunted while pointing at you again. 

“You wanna go with mama?” Without hesitation Bucky shifts and lets Lottie shuffle over to sit on your lap. Her big blue eyes look up at you and you can’t help but place a kiss on her forehead.

“Buck.” 

“Mm?” 

“Are you sure about that? Of having her think I’m her mom?” 

“Have her think?” He looked at you with disbelief. ��Listen if you’re uncomfortable with it then I understand, but in my eyes you are her mother. You’re the reason she’s alive right now. And you take care of her as if she were your daughter.” 

“What if something happens between us?” 

“Sugar, you’re it for me, but if something happened between us and you didn’t want to be with me anymore I wouldn’t keep Lottie away from you. So it’s up to you, if you don’t want her to call you mom that’s fine by me but if you do that’s fine too.” 

“You’re it for me too.” You gave him a tired smile. “Can I think about it though?.” 

Bucky  Bucky nods before he shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around you, kissing your temple. You leaned against him as Lottie’s breathing evened out. It had been an exhausting week and a half for all three of you. So you were the next one to fall asleep. Bucky moved you around so that you were resting comfortably while Lottie clung to you like a koala. He debated on whether he should leave and sleep on the couch or stay. But seeing his two girls sleeping peacefully he couldn’t resist and he laid down next to you and threw his arm around your waist. 

You stirred at the feeling of something wet on your cheek, then it was gone. Then you felt it again followed by a chuckle. When you finally decided to open your eyes, bright blue ones were looking down at you. Lottie’s hands were on your chest to steady her movement as she lowered herself so that she could press her slightly opened mouth against your cheek. Her version of a kiss, it was sloppy and she would make a ‘muah’ sound whenever she pulled back. The chuckle came from beside you, where Bucky was sitting with his phone out and pointed in your direction as he recorded the whole interaction. 

“Good morning sleepy head.” 

“Morning.” You said as you wrapped your arms around Lottie softly so as to not scare her. You kissed her temple before sitting her on your lap. 

“We’ve been up for a while. I taught her how to give kisses.” He says proudly as he hands you a cup of coffee. 

“Thanks, babe.” 

You accept the coffee cup and take a sip unaware of the blush that crept up on Bucky’s cheeks because of the nickname. 

“You’re welcome. Here I can take her, just enjoy your coffee.” 

“No,” you tightened your free arm around the toddler on your lap and it seemed she understood because she leaned into your hold. “She’s just fine right here.” 

Bucky lifts his hands up in surrender but smiles anyway. He gets up to leave mentioning that he’ll have breakfast ready in a few minutes. You take another sip of your coffee before setting it down on your nightstand. Lottie stayed seated on your lap and kept herself busy with the hem of your shirt. Her little fingers rubbed the material back and forth before pulling at it. She looked up and babbled as she showed you what she had been looking at. You smiled down at her and kissed her forehead again. Her hair was really starting to grow in and you were sure it had to be the serum because Steve and Bucky were constantly cutting their hair. In about a week or two it would look like a pixie cut and you were excited to see what she’d look like with longer hair and headbands or bows. 

“What do you say we get ready for the day?”

She coos at your question and you finish your coffee before going into the bathroom to do your morning routine. Charlotte happily follows you around.

“I think it could be fun.” You say as you walk hand in hand with Bucky, Charlotte taking the lead around the hallways of the compound.

“What could be fun?” 

You turned to see Steve and Tony walking out of Steve’s office. Charlotte sees him and immediately raises her arms. Once Steve is holding her she leans forward and a soft ‘muah’ is heard against his cheek. 

“Was that a kiss sweetheart?” He asks in the high pitched voice he reserved only for her. 

“I was telling Bucky that it could be fun to take Lottie to a petting zoo or an aquarium. She needs to see and be in public places. And I think she’ll have fun.” 

“That does sound fun.” Steve says before turning his attention back to Lottie. “Doesn’t  it, sweetheart?” 

“Is this what he sounded like before the serum?” Tony quips and Bucky snorts.

“Almost, he was a bit more stuffed up back then.” 

You put a hand over your mouth to try and stop the laugh that bubbled up but failed. 

“You three are horrible, is that what you’re going to teach Lottie? To bully people.” 

“Not people, you.” Bucky shoots back with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Anyways,” Steve turns his attention to you. “I was going to look for you anyway because I received your physical from Helen. You’re cleared for field duty. We don’t have any immediate missions for you but you can start training again.” 

“Yes! I’m gonna go change and see if Nat wants to spar.” 

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Bucky looks at you with a pout. 

“Because you’d go easy on me. See you later.” You kiss his cheek and then Charlotte’s before going back to your apartment to change. Bucky watches you with a smile on his face until you’ve disappeared around the corner.

“That is the face of someone who is completely whipped.” 

“I am, and proud of it.” Bucky takes Charlotte back from Steve. “I’m whipped by both my girls.”

Tony and Steve watch as Bucky heads outside with Lottie. The former shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Come back to the office Capsicle, I’m planning something and want your opinion.” 

“She is too young for one of your parties, Tony.” Steve says as he walks back inside.

Sore. 

Exhausted.

Happy.

That’s how you describe your current state. After going toe to toe with Nat, Clint and Sam for most of the week, you feel like you won’t be able to move for the rest of your life. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You’re laying like a starfish on your bed after showering and changing into something comfortable. The last sparring session with Nat pushed your limits more. Thoughts about how different your life would have been if you didn’t have your ability to manipulate metal. When you were younger you would have given anything to not have this ability but now you’re so grateful you do.  

You think about the friendships you’ve formed with the team, especially Steve. He was your best friend. The new stage of your relationship with Bucky. And then there was Charlotte, sweet and innocent Charlotte who has you wrapped around her finger. You thought about her calling you mom, would it really be so bad? Should you tell her about her biological mother? Would she hate you because of it? You sigh, in your heart you know nothing would make you happier if Lottie referred to you as mom but you don’t want to do something that would hurt her in the long run. Maybe you might wait until she’s older and let her decide. 

You try to focus your thoughts on relaxing and maybe taking a nap when you hear your door open. Then you feel the pull of your bedsheets from under you. When you turn your head to the side you see a head of black hair and big blue eyes peering over your mattress. You smile as you move to prop yourself on your elbow. Lottie’s hands come up from the side and she grabs on to the edge of the mattress. 

“Come on sweet Angel, I know you can get up here.” You say to her and you hear a little grunt as she pulls herself up. 

When she isn’t able to pull herself up fully you hear a whine but you don’t do anything. Challenges like this are good for her development. This time Lottie grabs on to the bedsheets and she pulls herself up. When she’s dangling halfway up you grab her, wincing because you’re slightly sore and a bit beaten up. It doesn’t stop you from celebrating this accomplishment.

“Good job Charlotte,” you give her a few kisses on the cheek and she giggles. “You did so good, I’m so proud of you.” 

You lay comfortably on your side while Charlotte is sitting against you. Her little sock clad feet kicking at nothing as she just coos and points at you or some random object. You’re in the middle of a very intense conversation with her when the door opens again. 

Bucky stands in the doorway with a pair of Lottie’s shoes in his hand. 

“You aren’t ready.” He says with a slight pout. 

“What should I be ready for?” 

“Didn’t you get the text?” He says as he moves toward your nightstand and hands you your phone. “Come here doll.” He sits at the edge of the bed and puts on Lottie’s shoes.

“Dress comfortably and meet outside at 3:00, bring the kid.” You read Tony’s message out loud. “What does he want with Lottie?”

“No idea but he sent that to the group chat so it can’t be bad.” 

Bucky stands and pulls Lottie with him even though she makes grabby hands at you. He places her on his hip as he waits for you to get up. Your brain however has decided to stop working as you see this side of Bucky. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before but it’s just hot. So when he asks if you’re ok your brain can’t stop your mouth from saying what you’re thinking.

“You’re a certified DILF.” 

His brow furrows and he shakes his head a little as he looks at you waiting for an explanation. When you don't provide one he speaks up. 

“What’s a DILF?” 

“A dad I’d like to fu-“ 

“Hey, we’re about to head outside are you coming?” Steve interrupts the moment from the doorway. His sudden appearance made you jump slightly. 

“We’ll be right there.” You say as you get up. “I just need to change.” 

Bucky stays silent, you didn’t need to finish the sentence to understand what you meant. A deep crimson blush creeped up his neck and into his scruffy cheek. When Steve asked if he was ok he cleared his throat and nodded. They waited in the living room while you changed.

The whole team huddled right behind the compound. Bucky was still holding Lottie on one side and your hand with his free one. You all stared at Tony who had a pleased look on his face. He stretched his arms out to the side palms up as he spoke.

“Welcome to the Avengers’ petting zoo. Only for the day of course.” 

“Why is this happening?” Wanda asked.

“Well mom and dad here,” Tony pointed at you and Bucky with a smile. “Want to have our resident baby Avenger start to experience public places and larger groups of people. Y/N mentioned going to a petting zoo as a start, great idea by the way. But it’s only been about a month since she was found and I know you would do anything to protect Lottie but the risk is still high that someone might try to take her again. So why not bring the petting zoo here where it’s safer. The trainees and other agents have been given some time off and some of them even brought their kids. So let’s get the petting started.” 

Everyone looked amongst each other and started heading out towards the area that had been set up. Bucky walked up to Tony first to thank him with a handshake but you stayed behind. You stared each other down for a moment and you waited until Bucky was far enough that he wouldn’t hear you.

“What’s going on?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Nothing is going on, this was just the safest option.”

“Anthony Edward Stark, if I have to-“

“Woah,” he holds up his hands. “No need to use my government name, mom. Fine,” he rolled his eyes and got closer to you. “We’ve heard some indirect talks about Charlotte and we want to make sure there isn’t a chance hydra can get their hands on her again. And we found another medical lab hydra was working from. We think it’s directly connected to whatever they were working on with Lottie. That’s going to be your first mission with myself and Bruce but you don’t have to worry about it for now. Just enjoy your afternoon with your boyfriend and your daughter.” He puts a hand on your shoulder and smiles at you.

“Ok, thank you for telling me. But please next time just let me know when that type of information is found. Bucky and I can’t protect her if we don’t know what’s going on.”

“Yes ma’am. Now go have fun.”

You give Tony a quick hug and then head off to search for Bucky. 

Tony had thought of everything, naturally. He had rented food trucks and cleaning stations had been set up. He even got cameras for you and Bucky to use so that you could remember this day. You recorded all of Lottie’s interactions with the animals while Bucky was taking pictures. You’d trade every once in a while or hand the cameras over to your friends. There were enough pictures taken to make at least three albums. 

Lottie loved the goats and the llamas. She fed chickens and rode on a pony. Her giggles were infectious, you and Bucky found yourselves grinning at her happiness. Especially because she was back to the sweet happy little girl you knew her to be. You were thankful for the serum running through her veins or else she would have been tired out after half an hour, but she was still running around the place. 

“Look at her.” You elbowed Bucky before nodding in Lottie’s direction. 

Tony had set up a playground area with benches so parents could sit and watch their kids play. Lottie was currently standing in the middle with a boy and a girl. They all seemed to be about the same age but the other two were talking. You smiled when the little girl took Lottie’s hand and they started walking towards the steps of the jungle gym. They helped each other up with the little boy following behind them.

“I’m gonna make sure they don’t hurt themselves.” Bucky said as he stood. It seemed like the other dads had the same idea because the three of them stood by waiting to see what the kids would do next. 

While you were distracted watching the scene unfold Steve took a seat next to you. 

“Hey, having fun?” 

You turn your head to look at him and smile.

“Yeah, did you know about this?” 

“Yes but it was all Tony’s idea.”

“Hmm, it was nice of him. Did you know about the talks of trying to get Lottie back?” 

Steve immediately flushes pink. His hand goes to the back of his neck. “Yes,” he sighs. “We were going to tell you both after today. We just wanted you three to have a fun day after everything that happened with Lottie these past few days.” 

“I appreciate it, really I do. But what if you hadn’t heard us talking about going out of the compound or what if you had been on a mission when we decided to go?” 

“I get it and it won’t happen again. I promise.” 

“It better not, Rogers.”

He smiles this time. “Look at you being all protective mama bear.” 

“Where’d you learn that from?”

“Tony.” 

“Of course you did.” You smile but roll your eyes.

“You know Buck told me about him wanting Lottie to call you mom.” 

“Yeah what did he say?” 

“He didn’t say anything really. But I know he’s thinking that maybe this is too much for you. He doesn’t want you to think you have to take care of Charlotte. Buck’s just worried that you might be feeling pressured into being with him and helping with Lottie.” 

You stare at him in disbelief before you shake your head. 

“That’s not it at all. I was thinking about Charlotte’s biological mother. I mean we don’t know anything about her and she wasn’t even able to hold her. Would Lottie hate me if or better yet when she finds out? I don’t think I could handle that rejection from her, no matter what age she is.”

“Well her mother was a hydra agent, it’s been confirmed. Do you want her to know that her mother was someone who willingly hurt other people? I know Bucky will always blame himself for the things that he was forced to do but we both know that when you lay the information out he was the victim. We can’t say the same for her mother.”

“Why are you telling me this?” 

“I just want you to know that you are already her mother. Even if Lottie doesn’t know what your relationship to her is yet she already depends on you. You were the first one to show her love and affection. And I know that she’ll learn everything else that’s important from you too because you’re not going to leave either of them.” Steve looks out to where Bucky is helping Lottie go down the slide. “Even if you have her call you by your name or nickname, she’ll always recognize you as her mom.” 

“You think so?” 

“I know so. Just like she knows I’m her favorite uncle.” He smiles brightly at you. 

“Maybe you’re right, Rogers.” You say as you watch your sweet Angel walk towards you, a huge smile on her face. 

She starts to run as Bucky chases her and yells in delight just as she gets to you, her safe space. She’s flushed red and slightly sweaty but you know she’s never had as much fun as she’s having now. Lottie’s head rests against your chest and she looks up at you once you’ve picked her up and sat her on your lap. You know that what Steve’s saying is right. 

Bucky sits next to you and places a kiss on your shoulder. His smile is just as big as his daughter’s. 

“Having fun?” You ask him.

“More than I thought I would. Although I miss my goats from Wakanda.” 

You laugh as you shake your head. Bucky wraps an arm around your waist and Steve grabs the camera that was sitting between you. He takes a picture while you and Bucky are wrapped up in each other.

“Alright you guys smile.” He instructs before getting Lottie’s attention and snapping a few pictures. “Here you go. I’m gonna go find Sam, he said something about trying every food truck.” 

“We should get her something to eat.” 

“I am kinda hungry too.” Bucky says.

“When are you not?” You laugh as you get up and offer him your free hand.  The three of you happily head in the same direction as Steve had disappeared in.

When night fell and all the animals and trucks and agents had packed up and left. The team headed toward the more private area of the compound’s back yard. Clint had started the fire pit while Wanda and Sam had brought out all of the ingredients to make s’mores. Everyone sat around the pit making their own chocolatey mess while sharing laughs. Lottie sat in your lap while you sat between Bucky’s legs and rested your back against his chest. 

“Lottie let me clean you up.” You said when you saw the mess of sticky dessert on her cheek thanks to Steve. “Just look at me for a second sweetie.” You said again but she kept pulling away from you. 

Bucky then tried to get her attention but she would turn to look back at the fire.

“Lottie look at mama.” You said without even realizing you called yourself mama. “Can you look at mama sweet Angel.” Lottie turned her head to you and it gave you enough time to wipe off the chocolate and marshmallow mess. 

“Mm.” 

“I know it’s yummy.” 

“Ma—“ Lottie sounded out. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she looked at you. “Ma-ma.” 

Everyone at that point had stopped what they were doing, all of their attention had gone to Charlotte. You held your breath as she sounded out the one word you never thought she’d say first. She looked up at you again with big bright eyes and an even brighter smile.

“Mama.” She said one more time before putting all of her weight against your body. Her tiny messy hands gripped your shirt as she relaxed against you.

You could barely hear her because of the blood rushing in your ears. Your chest felt tight as you were overcome with emotions, mostly happiness. 

“That’s right Lottie, this is mama.” Bucky said behind you. You feel his breath on the shell of your ear. “Are you ok?” 

You turn to look at him, your eyes full to the brim with unshed tears.

“Yeah, I’m more than ok.” You smiled at him. 

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Eric and Donna’s love languages?

Thanks for the question, anon! This one really made me think. Curious if others have thoughts as well.

I think Eric's top love language is words of affirmation.

Reasoning:

Eric experiences a deficit of this in his life. In fact, pretty much all of the people he's surrounded by tell him that he's not good enough, all of the time - including his parents (Kitty, usually unintentionally). Donna choosing him makes Eric feel good about himself, but even he often doubts it. Hearing from her regularly that she loves him and why she loves him is important to his self esteem. A few examples:

In S2xE3 The Velvet Rope, Eric can't answer the bouncer when he asks him why Donna's with him - but Donna can. Later that night when she and Eric talk about it, she has an answer for him right away. She's with him because he's smart and funny and treats her well. She reminds him that she doesn't care what other people think about their relationship and doesn't take their opinions into consideration - and Eric's confidence is immediately boosted.

At the end of S6xE17 Happy Jack when Eric and Donna make up, Eric says he's sorry for what he did in her bathroom (*lol*) and that he wants to move past this, he loves her. Donna agrees and Eric is quick to point out that he said I love you, and doesn't she love him too? He needs that reassurance from her (even at this point in the series/their relationship)

'I love you' carries weight to Eric, they are not just meaningless words. We know this because of his reaction in S2xE7 I Love Cake. Towards the end of the episode he admits to Donna that he freaked out and said that he loved cake (*lol*) because he was scared to be vulnerable and admit that he loves her, because he's afraid of losing her one day. He also warned Casey Kelso in S4xE26 not to say 'I love you' to Donna if he didn't mean it, causing Casey to accuse him of being the love police 😂.

Eric also uses his words to affirm Donna - he tells her he loves her frequently and easily after their first initial speed bump (see: S2xE16 The First Time, S5xE1 Going to California, S6xE20 Squeezebox, S7xE25 'Til The Last Goodbye, etc) and will make off-hand comments about how he feels about her like, "Oh, you are so the girl for me," "You're as wicked as you are gorgeous," etc.

I think Donna's top love language is quality time.

Reasoning:

When she was having a tough time with her parents' arguing, her instinct was to escape and go be somewhere else/do something with Eric (see: The Velvet Rope [S2xE3], Romantic Weekend [S3xE16], etc). We also clearly see her react strongly - negatively - to not receiving her parents' undivided, focused attention (or really, any of their attention 😑), so we know that's significant to her.

She shifted around other priorities in her life in order to spend more time with Eric/be closer to him (i.e. not attending Marquette for college because it was further away from him and she didn't want that, purchasing the trailer in season 6 because she thought that would be the foundation for a good marriage, etc).

She and Eric are shown to like just being with each other, laying together, not even necessarily having to say anything. In S5xE1 Going to California she says, "I was so scared I'd never be like this with you again." It's her safe space - next to Eric.

When Eric's upset/going through something, she's always there with him, giving him one-on-one time and her uninterrupted focus. Whether he's just lost a grandparent, whether he's considering delaying college to stay home and help his family, or he's being vulnerable and telling her how he felt when he thought she'd slept with someone else - Donna always gives Eric her full attention and makes him feel listened to, too. Its how she shows love as well as how she likes to receive it.

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Pull the trigger III (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello❤️ this is the third part of pull the trigger! I’m glad you guys are liking it🥹 I hope you are patient because I said slowburn and it really is a slowburn😂 thank you so so much for reading and I hope you enjoy it🫶🏼

ps. I had it scheduled for 20.00 but Tumblr didn’t post it🥲 so sorry for the delay!

Warnings: another argument x2 (y/n is not ivar’s biggest fan), mention of possible SA... 

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You were never late. You always left home with enough time to get to class and sit on your favourite seat before anyone else entered the classroom. That gave you time to open your laptop, read some of the notes you had taken during the latest class -the ones that you always promised you'd read over the weekend but never did- and even reply to some texts before Alfred (and the rest of your classmates) arrived. But that day Astrid's girlfriend had spent the night, and as she was in her last year of the local cooking school and made the best breakfasts you had ever tried in your entire life, you were late.

Thank God you always showered before breakfast.

You met the Scandinavian History professor at the door. He looked at his watch and raised an eyebrow at you in disapproval, but after you shot him an apologetic smile, he gestured for you to enter the classroom before him. Muttering a thank you, you quickly entered, immediately scanning the room in search of your favourite seat.

Which was taken.

You glared at Alfred, who sat next to the girl that was now occupying your seat, and he shrugged with a pout. That day every single person enrolled in the course had decided to attend, of course.

You sighed in relief when you spotted an empty seat, but the sigh nearly turned into a whine when you saw who sat next to it.

As the professor seemed not to be in his best mood and as you considered it would be too impolite to leave the classroom when he had offered you to enter before him, you walked slowly to the empty seat, ignoring the people's stares and especially ignoring Ivar's little smirk when you sat down next to him.

The professor started talking, and you opened your laptop and pretended not to even know about his existence as he kept staring at you. Finally, you looked at him with your lips pressed together. His ocean eyes, framed by long, black eyelashes, seemed to mock you as you glared at him.

“What?" you whispered, narrowing your eyes at him. Ivar shrugged, and looked back to the blackboard, where the professor was writing some dates in silence.

You stared at him. He had his laptop opened, but he wrote on paper. Even if his handwriting wasn't the best, he wrote quickly as the professor spoke, Ivar's eyes never leaving the paper and he seemed to remember every single thing he was saying. He even added some things, and his concentration was hypnotising for you. As you always sat a few rows behind him, you never actually saw him in class, and thought he'd probably be scrolling down his phone or distracted on his laptop, like the majority of your classmates.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looking at you with an eyebrow raised. Fuck.

Quickly, you looked away, to your empty word file that you had opened to take some notes. Clearing your throat, you typed on your keyboard the dates and the names the professor was saying, even if you had missed some things, you'd just google it afterwards, as always.

You didn't need to look at Ivar to know he was smirking again. Clenching your jaw, you tried to ignore his mere presence while he kept writing down his notes, he seemed to go faster than you, which annoyed you to no end.

It was during the third time you were caught staring at him, after surrendering and accepting the fact that you weren't focused and it would be better to just wait and ask for Alfred's notes during lunch, when he finally parted his lips and whispered, so low that you were sure you were the only one hearing him:

“See anything you like?"

You pressed your lips together, not really understanding why you wanted to yell at him and his annoying smile so bad. Well, he's an asshole.

“No, thank you"

“Do you find me more interesting than the unification of Denmark by king Harald Blåtand?"

“No" you rolled your eyes, and Ivar chuckled.

“Seems like it" he shrugged “Are you trying to copy my notes then? If you ask me nicely, I might give them to you"

“I would never ask you for anything" you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to keep the volume down to avoid annoying your professor more than you had already done.

“Good, because with those manners, I wouldn't give it to you" he rolled his eyes “In any case, you look distracted" he looked briefly at your screen, a few words typed around the file you had opened with no connection or context whatsoever “And you got that date wrong, the one about the Jelling runestone... Are you thinking about going back to that idiot's bed so soon? Is that why you were late this morning?"

“Shut up" you glared at him “I woke up in my own bed, for your information, but that's none of your business" you moved your laptop away from him so he couldn't see the screen.

“I should have guessed that, you look too uptight to spend the night in someone else's bed" he shook his head, almost like he was disappointed, but the amusement in his blue eyes told you a different story.

“Excuse me?" you gasped, maybe a bit louder than you intended. Your reaction only seemed to amuse him even more, his eyes returned to his notes and he kept writing, almost like he forgot you as soon as he tore his eyes off of you.

When you looked away though, you were aware of the stern look the professor sent your way, so you had to swallow your anger and go back to your notes, typing the new words and dates that had appeared on the blackboard. Finally, the professor shook his head and sighed, continuing his explanation. You could feel Ivar chuckling next to you, but you kept your mouth shut and focused on ignoring him for the rest of the class. You knew that next time the professor would expel you from the classroom for disturbing him if he saw you distracted again. Not Ivar, though, he wouldn't even dream of scolding his favourite student, the brilliant Ivar Lothbrok.

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“He called me uptight, Alfred!" you scoffed, still very annoyed, as the two of you sat down on a lovely table next to a window inside your favourite café near university. It was a relaxing place, where you usually read or studied, or listened to your favourite playlist as you worked on some essays. Always accompanied by your favourite sandwich or a cinnamon roll and a cup of tea. That day, though, you weren't especially relaxed.

Alfred looked amused as you ranted about how much of an idiot that boy was.

“To be fair, Y/N, you're not too likely to spend the night in someone else's bed, especially Erik's... Why the hell did you even kiss him?"

“What's that supposed to mean?" you frowned, crossing your arms “And hey, I can hook up with whoever I want, Erik is not that bad!"

“It means" Alfred shot you his diplomatic smile, the one he always used when he was about to say something you wouldn't like but that you needed to hear and hoped you wouldn't hate him afterwards “That you are not the type of person that would sleep in a guy's bed when you have class the next day, and you definitely wouldn't stay until after he's awake" he shrugged “It's not inherently bad, it's just not you, especially if that guy can't maintain a proper conversation with you... Seriously, Erik?"

“What's so wrong about him?" you scoffed “Everyone rolls their eyes and shakes their head when I mention Thora shouldn't be fooling around with Hvitserk Lothbrok but I hook up with someone and suddenly they're not good enough?"

“It's not that" Alfred shook his head with a sympathetic smile “You never talk about him, not as much as you do when you actually have a crush on someone, and I've seen you talking to him, you look bored, you even yawned the last time!" he laughed “Besides, Erik doesn't have a good reputation, Hvitserk might be a jerk sometimes but at least there's no rumours of him taking advantage of drunk girls"

“Now who's being unfair?" you raised an eyebrow "I do find him interesting, he's very different from me, so we can learn a lot from each other" you shrugged "And, those are just rumours, there's also rumours about Hvitserk Lothbrok killing people and I don't see anyone freaking out"

Alfred shrugged again.

“All this 'opposites attract' thing is fine, Y/N, but you actually need some common ground for these things to work... And you have no common ground with Erik, you just have some free time and are scared of loneliness"

You gasped.

“Who asked you to psychoanalyse me?"

“I'm not..." Alfred sighed “I'm just saying that I don't think that guy is good for you, I care about you, you're my best friend and I want you to be happy and find someone, like I did" he smiled softly “But I guess, you need to make your own mistakes to keep learning"

“You sound like my grandfather" you rolled your eyes, not letting the conversation become too deep. The familiar itch in your throat and the burning of the tears in your eyes were too much to handle in public, especially in front of Alfred.

You noticed he stared at you for a couple of minutes after you ended the conversation and started scrolling down the digital menu before the waitress came to your table, with a smile on her lips.

Your eyes scanned the prices, biting down your lip. They had to raise the prices for the food, which you understood as it was a small, family-run business, but it was becoming more and more difficult for you to eat there and pay the bills every month.

Alfred looked at you again, and sensing your hesitation, he ordered your usual favourite before you could open your mouth. When the waitress left, you glared at him.

“My treat" he winked at you. He didn't add anything else, luckily, but you knew what he was thinking. You made a mental note to invite him to the cinema or something like that when you were able to pay for it.

“Thanks" your shy smile told him you weren't truly annoyed or angry at him.

“I could talk to Ubbe, maybe he could tell me when there's an open position and I could give him your CV. It's not your dream job, I know, but they pay very well and..."

“I'd rather starve" you replied, rolling your eyes. Alfred laughed then, assuming the defeat with a shrug.

“That pride of yours, Y/N, is your worst enemy"

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You snuggled in your couch with your laptop on your lap, your favourite sitcom playing in the background as white noise while you typed on your keyboard. A warm blanket kept you cosy and your eyes half closed while you researched some things for class. Thora was in his room, alone or with Hvitserk, you didn't really know because you arrived after her. Astrid was with her girlfriend and Ingrid texted you earlier telling you that she would be going on a date with a guy she met on Tinder and that she'd be back for dinner.

Even if you were trying your best to appear completely fine with the fact that you now practically spent your days all alone, looking for temporal jobs online that you could balance with your classes and not really knowing what to do with your future, so they would keep going with their lives without having to stop to check on you constantly, some days were harder than others.

That day, after the fight with Ivar Lothbrok and his bodyguard from the weekend and the little conversation you had with him in class, especially after having lunch with Alfred, who seemed to know what you were thinking and feeling all the time, you were particularly sensitive.

A part of you wanted to call Erik, knowing he'd come if you asked him, but he wouldn't offer comfort, just sex, and for that you already had your vibrator, which would probably offer you way better results.

And, to be honest, you weren't in the mood to deal with him.

The doorbell rang. You hesitated, thinking that as you weren't waiting for anyone, maybe if no one opened that door they'd leave. But you instantly regretted it, sighing before pausing the series, leaving your laptop on the couch and standing up, checking your reflection on the mirror next to the door before opening.

And your jaw dropped in disbelief when you found those eyes you were starting to hate looking at you.

“Hello" Ivar smiled mockingly at you, bowing his head softly and tilting his head.

After blinking a couple of times, you parted your lips and licked them before speaking.

“What are you doing here?" you blurted out, scoffing "How did you get our address?"

He laughed then, almost like you had said the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

“I came to collect my dear brother" he shrugged “Our mother asked me to, and I figured he'd be here, it's not the first time I've been forced to find out an address to take my brother away from a girl's bed"

“I don't know if Hvitserk is here" you crossed your arms, but a groan and a loud giggle coming from Thora's bedroom answered you.

Ivar raised an eyebrow at you and shrugged.

“I think that was a pretty good confirmation" he pushed the door open, and you had to step back into the flat again so you could put some distance between the two of you. Ivar entered the living room leaning on his crutch and closing the door behind him. You gasped in disbelief and turned to look at him.

“I didn't say you could wait inside"

“I invited myself" he shrugged, walking to the couch and sitting down, leaving a black backpack on the floor next to it “As you're being a terrible hostess"

“I'm not a hostess" you argued “This is my home, Lothbrok, I'm the boss here, not you, so drop the cockiness"

“Will you at least offer me a drink while I wait for my sex-addict brother?" he pouted, ignoring your words.

“No" you closed your laptop.

“I'm thirsty, I'd like a glass of water" he tilted his head, his wide eyes fixed on yours and a small smile curving his lips.

“Then you can get up and grab one yourself, I'm not your servant" you shot him a fake smile, immediately rolling your eyes. Ivar's smile faded. This time your smile was genuine, a strange feeling of triumph replacing your annoyance for a few seconds “You're not so brave and cool without your bodyguard, are you?"

“Whitehair is waiting for me in the car" he shrugged “I figured I'd leave him there as you two clearly don't get along"

“Nice, well, I'm not your lapdog and I will not wag my tail, bark and sit when you order me to, so don't treat me like it, you're in my house, here it doesn't matter how much money you have, or how dangerous and important you think you are"

Ivar looked a bit annoyed now, which he deserved, in your opinion, because he had been annoying you for the entire day.

“You're obsessed with my family's money" he rolled his eyes “Hvitserk told me you hated us for some reason"

“For many reasons" you rolled your eyes “I don't hate you, I'm just tired of everyone treating you like you're some kind of royalty around here, it's just... Indifference"

“I don't recall even talking to you before this weekend" he shrugged “And here you are, acting like I just killed your entire family and forced you to watch, I feel like this" he pointed first to you and then to himself “Is personal, love, almost like one of my brothers fucked you and then never called you back when they promised they would" he frowned “If that's what happened let me tell you, you're not the first nor the last one going through that, you'll get over it" he winked at you and you let out a forced laugh, shaking your head.

“As if I'd ever believe anything that came from you or anyone from your family"

“Trust me, we can be very convincing" his smirk, that smirk you hated with your entire being.

“You love to think you're the big bad guy that everyone is scared of, right?" you replied “It's ridiculous"

Ivar hummed, nodding before leaning on his crutch and standing up. You stepped back, suddenly a bit intimidated by him hovering over you, watching you like a hawk that is about to catch a squirming rabbit.

“I don't love to think it" he muttered “I am"

You rolled your eyes again and opened your mouth to reply when someone cleared their throat.

Hvitserk looked amused when you looked away from Ivar. Thora was beside him, her eyes widened and a confused expression on her face.

“I didn't think you'd actually come up here, brother" Hvitserk chuckled “At least you had time to get to know us a bit better, Y/N"

You stayed silent, because the only thing you had on your mind at that moment were insults.

“Hurry up, we're late" Ivar pushed his brother to the door, and only turned around to grab his backpack and open it, throwing a few paper sheets on your table “The notes I took during today's class" he pointed at you “i think you need them more than me" the smirk again, this time accompanied by a wink.

When the door closed behind them, Thora looked like she was about to burst out laughing and you were seeing red.

“Who does he think he is?" you whispered, glaring at the notes he just left on the table.

“I don't know Ivar that well, but Hvitserk said he'd like you"

“Oh, yes, he loves me" you rolled your eyes, sitting on the couch again, she sat next to you with a small smile on her lips.

“If we get married you'll be my maid of honour and Ivar would be Hvitserk's best man"

You turned your head with narrowed eyes.

“Are you getting married?"

Thora laughed, shaking her head.

“It was a joke, Y/N"

“Well, it's the unfunniest joke I've ever heard"

She kissed your cheek.

“I'll make dinner, should we watch Shrek?"

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[fenharel-enaste]

Aftermath || Elendil x Reader

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Summary: You discover your lover Elendil has been injured during the battle in the Southlands and you rush up to heal him.

Content: Angst (reader gets anxious about losing Elendil in battle), descriptions of battle, minor injuries, so much comfort, fluff, lots of kisses, cheesy lines (yes this is a warning), they're so in love ok??

Word count: 2.2k

Requested by: @aamon47 Thank you so much baby! 💖💖 (And sorry for the 2 months delay omg 😂)

Notes: I know this is Moments Before Disaster, but you will be okay don't worry. I know it because it's my fic and I say so ✨

It’s also on AO3!

You remember the moment Elendil asked you not to accompany him - you were a citizen of Númenor too! You were no different from the rest. 

“It’s been hard enough to accept that Isildur's enlisting. The thought of possibly losing you too... it's unbearable. I'm not going through that again.” You felt his words sharp like a knife as you realised what he was trying to say. But you couldn’t just stay ashore and do nothing. You'd been thinking about it for days and had already made up your mind. 

“I understand, my love, but that’s not your decision.” You explained with a soft voice as you cupped his cheek in your hand. 

“Yes, it is, in fact. Remember that as captain of the expedition, I am the one deciding who goes on the ships. I could prevent both of you from going on board.” There was determination in his eyes, but also fear and despair. He was conflicted, for he’d like nothing more than to fulfill any of your wishes. 

“But you won’t.” You knew he wouldn’t, and he knew it too. He was not unaware that you both shared that same sense of duty. He couldn't take that away from you. “I know I've never wielded a sword; I'm not asking you to bring me to the battlefield, but I can help in many other ways. Let me watch over you. Please.” You pleaded, looking deeply into his eyes. He let out a resigned sigh and nodded as he held your face in his hands. 

“Isildur will be in the rearguard with the queen. And you will help at the outpost, we still need people there. Don't come out until the battle is over, understood?” He was pleading you with his voice. You knew this wasn’t easy for him, so you accept what he asks of you. And he presses a kiss to your lips, holding you so tight against him that he leaves you breathless, not wanting to let you go. 

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Today is the day you finally reach the western coast of Middle-Earth, but when you arrive in the Southlands, you’re informed that the enemy is even more numerous than you had anticipated. You're scared to death, more for Elendil than for yourself, but the words of reassurance coming from his lips as they tenderly kiss yours restore your courage. In this moment, you can truly understand why his men would be willing to follow him anywhere, as you would as well. 

You take up your position at the outpost you were assigned at, where a few more soldiers are stationed in case reinforcements are needed, but it is mainly set up as an improvised medical post. It's not too far from the battle, in order to allow the wounded to reach it as soon as possible. It is there where you kiss Elendil goodbye tenderly, imploring him with your eyes to return safely, as you did every time you bid him farewell when he had to set sail on sea guard matters. But this mission was far more dangerous. 

The waiting takes an eternity. You try to distract yourself by organising supplies, but the sounds from the fighting can be heard as if it were only a few yards away. The clashing of swords, the cries of both soldiers and villagers fearing for their lives, the erratic galloping of horses, everything is a piercing noise in your ears. You had heard stories from soldiers about war, how it is life-long scarring, but you never thought it would be so unbearably overwhelming. 

You even feel like you could smell death.   

You can only think of Elendil in the midst of that turmoil, wondering if he was still unharmed... still alive. You feel a pressure on your chest that grows heavier and heavier, almost keeping you from breathing. Isildur is also there with his father, what if something happened to him as well? 

You are not able to think clearly, you're already wearing the light armour Elendil had made you promise to wear, so all you have to do is grab a sword from the small armoury before you turn your back on the post and head for the battlefield. However, you feel a tight grip on your arm before you can walk too far away. 

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re going to get yourself killed!” It's the voice of one of the soldiers who were to remain at the outpost in case the first group called for reinforcements. 

You want to answer back, to explain you had to go and make sure your loved ones were safe, but the words fail to leave your lips. Yet the soldier seems to read your thoughts. 

“You’re one of the very few healers we have. You won’t be able to help them if you’re dead.” And those were the words that made you come to your senses. He was absolutely right; you'll certainly get killed if you go alone and with no orders. You suddenly feel stupid for acting so recklessly. You nod to the young soldier, who sits down at your side and converses with you to keep you company during the long wait. 

They make you laugh telling you about that time they were so embarrassed about screwing up during training that they didn't show up for days. You're so immersed in the conversation that you didn't notice the noises of the battlefield had ceased several minutes ago. You hear the trot of a few horses and your heart skips a beat when you look up to see Elendil and a few other riders approaching the outpost. You can't hide your smile as you rush to your feet and run to him. Your heart is racing, but your chest feels lighter than ever as you get rid of the crushing weight you felt on it seconds ago. He was safe. Your man truly has the favour of the Valar. 

The way Elendil looks at you when he gets off his horse is the same as when he saw you for the first time, like you were the most beautiful star in the night sky, unable to take his eyes away from you. He welcomes you in his arms and crushes his lips against yours. No words are needed to tell each other what you feel right now, just touches, kisses and relieved smiles.  

However, when you lower your arm to wrap it around his side, the captain winces slightly, breaking your embrace. “What’s wrong, love?” You ask worriedly and look down to see Elendil's hand on the spot you had just brushed with your arm. “By the gods, Elendil, are you hurt?” Too many thoughts flood your mind once again and the unease returns. You rush to guide him to the post infirmary. 

Elendil follows your lead, but notices your concern and makes sure to reassure you. “Oh, I’m alright, my heart, it’s just a scratch, I've had worse than this.” You believe him, but you're there precisely to treat any injuries he or any other soldier might have, his wellbeing is your responsibility now. You lead him to a bench for him to sit down and then help him take off his armour, and that's when you see it. It's not a deep wound, more like a huge, swollen bruise that covers most of his side. It wasn't that serious, but it was going to hurt him for a while. 

“How did this happen?” You ask him as you bring some ointments to the table and take a sit next to him. 

“I fell...” Elendil grunts as he tries to hide a pained expression when you brush your fingers gently across his punished flesh. You raise your head to stare at him in disbelief. People don't get bruises like that one just by falling. And the captain sighs deeply. 

“From the horse.” You widen your eyes in horror, “Oh gods, Elendil...” You know a fall from a horse mid-battle was very likely to be deadly, for a number of reasons. You can feel your breathing quicken, and you find it more and more difficult to stay focused on the task at hand. You cannot stop thinking that you truly could have lost him, you could have lost him and you would have stood there and done absolutely nothing to protect him. 

You are not aware of how erratic and uncontrolled your breathing is, nor of your tears running down your cheeks until you feel Elendil's warm hands on your face. He makes you meet his eyes as he gently wipes away your tears. 

“I’m here, my love, look at me... I’m here, alright? I’m here with you now.” He soothes you with a hushed voice before placing tender kisses on your trembling lips and cheeks. “I’m alright, my stars.” And he holds you tight against him, resting your head on his chest, allowing you to hear his heartbeat, the proof that he was there with you, safe. “How could I die, my love, knowing that my heart would cease beating for you?” You feel the warmth of his words run through your body and your mind slowly quiets, your breathing decelerating, until you feel only him and his heartbeat. He really is there beside you. And you feel soothed enough to speak. 

“I was so scared, I couldn't stop thinking about you there, not knowing if you were hurt, if you were...” Elendil then lifts your face to interrupt you with his lips before allowing you to finish your sentence, reassuring you once again. 

“Do you understand now why I was reluctant to have you here? To have you in such a distressing position?” He asks leaning his forehead against yours, your noses nuzzling delicately against each other as he strokes your hair with his hands. “But still, I’m deeply grateful to have you here with me. I can't possibly think of anyone better than you to mend my wounds, my love.” 

A chuckle escapes your lips at his words, he’s always trying to make you feel better about yourself. “You know I'm not exactly the best healer you can find, I've only done this a few times before.” 

“You’ve healed me many times, my stars.” You lover says with the sweetest smile on his face. You don’t quite understand his question... 

“When... I don’t...?” And you feel your words of puzzlement vanish into thin air as Elendil runs his fingers across your cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from your still tear-stained face. 

“You have.” He assures you with loving eyes, as if it were just the two of you in that post, his gaze filled with something you can only describe as devotion. And then you understand what he means to tell you. Tears well up in your eyes again, this time due to a very different emotion, and you kiss him one more time with a wide smile on your face. 

You can't break away from each other, completely oblivious to who might be looking, it didn't matter at all. The only thing that mattered was that you were back in each other's arms, enjoying every caress, scent and taste. You barely notice when a shy voice interrupts your moment. 

“Ahem... captain?” 

“What is it?” Elendil inquires with annoyance in his voice after being forced to break from the kiss. But his expression softens when he recognises the speaker. You know them too, they're the young soldier who conversed with you earlier, making you forget just for a little while where you were and taking your thoughts away from the horrors of the battle. 

“It is the queen, my captain, she requires your presence.” The soldier replies in a quavering voice. Elendil is a well-loved captain, but you're aware he can also be quite intimidating sometimes. 

Elendil nods and the soldier turns away hastily. “Soldier.” He calls out before they walk away and they stop to look back at the captain. “Thank you for staying and keeping her safe, I truly appreciate it.” He declares with a grateful smile. And the young soldier returns the smile before going back to their duties “A pleasure, captain.” 

You then give Elendil a questioning look after listening to the exchange. How did he know...? “You told them to look after me?” 

“Of course, my love.” Your lover cups your face in his hands and places a tender kiss on your forehead. “You didn't think I was leaving you here alone and unprotected, did you?” And you almost throw yourself into his arms again, but then you remember the bruise on his side and restrain yourself. 

“I really should bandage that, otherwise it will hurt when you wear your armour.” You say before standing up to reach for some bandages, but the captain pulls you down to sit on his lap. “I’ll let you do that, my sweet lady, but I’m afraid my lips also need some healing, don’t you think?” You giggle at his words. You can't believe how lucky you are to be so loved by him. You would be more than willing to heal his lips every day for the rest of your life. 

Tagging:@starlady66 , @grinkitty, @wint3r-h3art 💖

[nobodysdaydreams]

I STARTED SEASON 3 OF WOLF359 AND GUESS WHAT FOLKS? YOUR SI-5 FAVS ARE HERE, AND I DON’T LIKE THEM CUTTER’S ERRAND BOYS HAVE GOT TO GO (or my reaction to Episodes 29-31 and Mini Episode 4 of Wolf359).

Sorry for the delay, but I did warn you my schedule would be very inconsistent. Thank you everyone for your patience.

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts.

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Episode 29: Pan-Pan

Minkowski doing the intro because Doug is gone 🥺

Our boy has been gone for 100 days?!?!?

If the others knew about WHAT? Minkowski? Hera?

Ngl, the arguing and bickering subplot is getting a little old. I understand tensions are high due to the Doug situation, but where is the main plot?

Over one hundred critical failures and y’all are still fighting?

“It should be habitable” “But not comfortable”.

I love how Hera and the crew will do things to try help each other feel comfortable even though Hera can’t feel human sensations and the humans can’t feel AI sensations.

Are they gonna have to cuddle for warmth? Snuggle time! 🥰🧸

“Distress calls? Who is gonna pick up?” Why the characters I saw my mutuals posting about before I blocked the wolf359 tags, of course! I can only assume that why they’ve been so excited for me to start season 3.

Hilbert. CUTTER IS NOT GONNA HELP YOU.

No, don’t go to a corner. You guys need to snuggle and feel better.

“Why do I have to go?” Hilbert you tried to kill everyone. So yeah. It does have to be you. It should always be you.

Lovelace that’s too far, Cutter probably put some malware in her.

“Whose fault is it?” CUTTER’S WHO DO YOU THINK.

Oh my gosh this is going WAY too far.

All the bad stuff you did was out of desperation or impaired thinking due to the stress of space, which is, again, BECAUSE OF CUTTER! So stop blaming each other.

Minkowski… oh she misses Doug. 💔

…cracks? The end of operational life? We can’t fix it?

Um. No. Not this hopelessness. I need them strong enough to punch Cutter in the face.

Call command? No. Don’t do that. I don’t trust them. Bad idea. BAD IDEA. The only idea, unfortunately, but that doesn’t make it good.

Episode 30: Mayday

Um. What’s with the weird noises?

DOUG! HE LIVES!

…I say as if there aren’t two seasons left with him as the main character.

Oh no that was a rewind. This is a flashback. So maybe Doug doesn’t live.

Yikes that scream. Me too Doug me too.

Minkowski’s voice in his head 🥺

Haha… mocking him about not reading the manual Cutter worships.

And she put it in there just for him. 💕

Reliant Robin? Interesting name. I like it.

“Ignorance makes death inevitable” well put our heroes sure are ignorant of a lot no thanks to Cutter & co.

It’s okay Eiffel. I like your action plans.

“That’s dead boy talk” 😂

“Find someone else” …interesting. There are others…

…I wonder what they’re like.

I’d hate being frozen like that. Yeah. This is gonna be rough Doug…

I love how he keeps renaming the ship.

Oh gosh. It’s killing him. Poor Doug. Oh dear. Oh Doug.

“USS Peace of Crap”

Oh he lost his hair? Well. At least he matches Hilbert now. Maybe they can bond over that if they ever see each other again.

“Please respond” Doug sounded so broken.

Oh but now there’s whistling 🎶🎶🎶

He doesn’t have nails?

6,000 years? “How do you know there will even be anything there?”

“Nevermind”. Oh that was dark. Doug have you been freezing yourself incorrectly?

What about Hera’s voice? Or the voices of that family he won’t talk about? 👀

You tried Doug. You tried your best. Wait, “never get to talk to who?”

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOODNIGHT DOUG. RAGE!

USS Horrible Unending Nightmare, what a name.

YES HERA.

DOUG THEY WANT TO HELP! Yes! Or maybe no… depends on who it is…

How does he know who he is?

“We’re here to take you home” why do I not fully trust you random man?

Episode 31: Sécurité

Urania? Who is this? 👀

“They’re there”. YES THEY ARE.

JACOBI! Before I blocked the tags, I remember seeing your name. A few other names too in fact.

Well, well, well my friends. I’ve paused the episode to announce that the moment is finally here. You see I wanted to go into this spoiler free, so I dutifully blocked the Wolf359 tags on tumblr. But before I blocked the Wolf359 tags, I saw a lot of angsty Wolf359 fan art from my mutuals heavily implying that the Hephaestus crew gets betrayed by someone they come across. Now I’m going to assume that this is true, maybe I’m off base, maybe I’m not, please don’t confirm or deny anything. But working off this assumption, incorrect or otherwise, is very exciting because I just remember the art, nothing about names or context other than what I stated previously, which means it’s time to play everyone’s favorite game show:

✨Who Is Gonna Betray Everyone? ✨

Welcome to the show ladies and gentlemen. We’ll be checking in later to review our options, but for now let’s see what we got. In one corner we got Jacobi. I recall my mutuals posting about him, but were they doing it affectionately or with anger… ooo… that detail escapes me. And as always we have the “Bods… no one is gonna betray anyone except Cutter and maybe Hilbert again. They’re the bad guys. You already know this. I don’t know what fan art you thought you saw but literally what are you talking about?” And if that is the case then… uh… just ignore this sorry guys.

Ohhhh… never mind! Option 3 has arrived: Wareen Kepler. Works for Goddard Futuristics which already puts him high on the traitor suspect list. But of course Kepler and Jacobi could be working together, come to think of it, I think I might have seen a ship tag of them before blocking the general Wolf359 tag. Is it because they’re a canon couple? Good space buddies? Or a pair of sneaky Judases united by the atrocities they’ve committed? Only time will tell.

SI-5? Okay I have FOR SURE seen that mentioned before.

Kepler knows Hilbert? Oh yeah… yeah Kepler is moving right up that suspect list. Red flags out the wazoo.

Okay Kepler. Respecting Hera’s name. That’s nice, but the red flags are still waving. What do you want to know about Hilbert’s work?

DOUG IS BACK!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

“Maybe the fact that we brought Doug back is proof we don’t mean you any harm”

EXACTLY WHAT A TRAITOROUS SNAKE WOULD SAY. 🐍

Besides, Cutter still wants to know about the aliens. He’ll keep them alive. For now. But what happens when they run out their use?

They have alcohol on board? Quite a luxury. And the rescue mission is very… nice of Cutter. Creepily and very suspiciously nice. I wouldn’t drink anything he offers you.

Another one? That sounds ominous. And I don’t like that Hera can’t see inside. If this guys are making Hilbert of all people suspicious, clearly things about to go South.

SI-5 agents? Black operations work? Top men? Kepler… the most dangerous man you’ll ever met? Don’t like that.

Don’t like you either scary lady. Oh. She was addressing Hera. I like that, but Dr. Maxwell? So far we haven’t had good luck with science people working for Cutter. And if she’s an AI specialist, she could very well be Cutter’s version of Garrison (@ my TMBS mutuals). Looks like detective Bods has sniffed out another suspect.

Well. She seems very helpful. Suspiciously helpful. And… my AirPods are out of juice.

Thank goodness AirPods charge quickly. Now let’s see… Maxwell is an AI specialist. Oh Hera sounded a bit nervous when she realized Maxwell developed AI. Makes you wonder how AI developers treat their creations. And yeah, why would command send you?

“Who said anything about a rescue mission”?

I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. IT’S ALL THREE OF THEM ISN’T IT AND I’VE BUSTED THOSE LYING LIARS I’VE CRACKED THE CASE WIDE OPEN.

I knew it. They aren’t leaving.

“Your boss is an insane psychopath” THANK YOU DOUG. TELL THE TRUTH.

THEY DID KNOW DOUG. OF COURSE THEY KNEW. THEY’RE PART OF IT. THEY’VE ALWAYS BEEN PART OF IT. THEY ARE EVIL. THEY VALUE PROGRESS AND THEIR OWN AMBITIONS MORE THAN HUMAN LIFE. THAT FALLS SQUARELY INTO THE “EVIL” CATEGORY.

“You’re whisky” Guess what Kepler? Guess what Jacobi? What happens when you’re whisky? WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE EGGS THAT NEED TO BE CRACKED TO MAKE AN OMLETE?

Maxwell did that to Hera? Oh I might just hate her the most. She needs to keep her hands off of the AI. I know people like her, I recall seeing her name in posts, people have usernames with her in it, but look, right now, I really can’t stand SI-5. Cutter’s little errand boys have got to go.

I love how Hilbert is just back with them now 😂

Yeah, I don’t think knocking them out will work. Never thought I’d say this but Hilbert has a point. Wait, personal interest? I don’t want Cutter taking a personal interest in anything. And I don’t just mean anything involving the mission or space or AI, I mean literally anything. He can’t even take a personal interest in knitting or bowling or historical trivia. He doesn’t deserve hobbies.

Kepler was the one who lied about Lovelace. Well, well, well. Seems like someone has a motivate to kill. 👀

Oh no. They really got to Hera. But if you want to be subtle maybe DON’T change her language like that.

“you won’t see them coming” sure I will Hilbert I saw that fan art. I think they shoot one of you? Maybe I’m remembering it wrong. Well. At least a common enemy is bring the team together. Cheers for that at least. Mini Episode 4: Meanwhile

Mini Episode Time! 🥳

Who is talking? Why…why does that sound like female Cutter? Oh it’s Rachel. Wasn’t that the girl Cutter threatened to throw out a window? I feel less bad for her now.

Cutter please get past the BS.

“The Black Archives” well that doesn’t sound ominous at all. “Things that aren’t supposed to come back, they shouldn’t have a paper trail. They could get us into legal trouble”.

Oh I certainly hope they do Rachel. I hope you get your butts dragged to court: you, Cutter, Jacobi, Kepler, and Maxwell. I hope they throw you in cells without toothpaste and feed you nothing but the frozen mush you gave your astronauts. I hope, just like poor Doug, they force feed you enough cigarettes to get you addicted and then take them away to prevent your from dying faster, but still make you to feel the cravings Doug felt. And if you’re wondering why Hilbert isn’t on my jail list, his recent actions have struck a comical and benevolent chord in my soul. I sentence him to a lifetime of community service that involves surrendering his free will to his creation: the blessed eternal.

What does Blessie think about all this? No one has mentioned him. SI-5 either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care. But Blessie is a very capable plant. A good ally to have in a time like this.

Omega contingency? “Last resort”. I don’t like that.

“something big is coming” Indeed it is Cutter, and I hope it involves your death. Pretty please it would make my Christmas.

Thanks for reading friends. Sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoyed!

[that1shipper]

@brienneevenstar , We’ll just call your so called “thoughts” here…Top Sh*t Take of the Day! 😆😂🤣

Guess who? That’s right, it’s “That One Shipper” you like to talk sh*t about because I understood more of the story than you ever will. I can assure that I am in fact not blocked or muted by most of fandom, that I am followed by and interact with some of the most discerning and intelligent people on this platform, and most gladly proclaim the truth that you missed. Good grief, it has been nearly 5 years and you’re still going on about this. Gosh, I forgot about you. Sorry, but I tend to do that to inconsequential things. That’s because I actually pay attention to details. Details like Jaime Lannister was and is clearly the Valonqar!

How, could anyone watch that show and come away with any other conclusion than Jaime Lannnister IS THE VALONQAR? I mean, literally, what is wrong with you? Were you sleeping during the entire show? I mean, Wow, take a freaking comprehension class! It was clear as the sun itself why Jaime left Brienne, and it was to kill Cersei!

Sweety, you seem to think you own fandom, and that everyone else needs to believe your flawed interpretation. The problem is your understanding of the plot and Jaime’s character arc is hopelessly wrong! Either you’re a complete moron, or you’re one of those idiots in fandom who ship Braime while stanning Cersei, or most likely you’re viewing events through some creepy secret Twincest vibe. Most of fandom understands that Jaime is clearly The Valonqar. To think that Jaime is anything less than that shows that you have no understanding of his character at all.

For Heaven’s sake, it’s been nearly 5 years. Watch the show again and pick up your missing pieces. The real problem is, you can’t. Your comprehension is so limited that you actually believe your own horsesh*t. I’m very sorry that you didn’t understand anything that happened in the show. I’m truly sorry that you missed all comprehension of Jaime himself. I’m sorry your closet Twincest ship didn’t get the ending you think it did. You might have at least tried to pretend to be functionally literate and tried to follow what was happening on screen. Even in retrospect, you might have admitted your errors, but you’d rather look like a fool. Your two tiny cells are obviously too busy fighting each other for the title of Dumbest.

The only people on the face of the planet who come off bigger fools than you are the dumb@ss incest shippers. Most of whom have at least disappeared. Too bad you won’t go away. You’d rather talk sh*t about those who disagree with you on the fact of fact behind their backs like the sniveling little dimwit you are. You are obviously operating under the delusion that the majority of fandom thinks like you. They do not. Most loudly shout that Jaime Lannister IS THE Valonqar.

What really bugs you is that you're a laughable dolt, and because of your delayed understanding (which you gleefully advertise), I (and many others) watched a far better better show than you did!

JAIME LANNISTER WAS AND IS THE VALONQAR!

Suck It!

when you see someone say jb shippers want jaime to kill cersei, know that they are lying, most jb shippers want jaime outta that valonqar mess.

either that or they’re talking about that one shipper the rest of the fandom has blocked or muted.

[thedeathdeelers]

📚🔥soulmates🔥📚

\O/

(please and thank yooou)

(3 months later)

SO HAVE I GOT A HALF-THOUGHT OUT (kinda soulmate) AU FOR U

so to start us off, this idea popped into my head when i was listening to an old boys like girls song i used to be obsessed with and these lines just stuck out for some reason:

“I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby //And your little white socks in the top drawer // You were always leaving your shit around

And gone without a sound

anyway below the cut cause this got long>

luke lives a pretty normal teenage life (if you consider a one track-minded teen who is hellbent on making it in the scene because he knows his band is bound for greatness normal)

he’s never believed in fate or magic or any of that — just the magic of music and its effect on people because he’s felt it and seen it firsthand

ANYWAY

so one day, luke wakes up in his messy room as he does every morning, turns his head to the side — and stops, blinking once, twice, even going as far to rub his eyes because he’s pretty sure he’s awake and not dreaming but — why is there a little purple glittery butterfly clip in his room?

he doesn’t know how it got there, whose it is or why it’s in his room. did reggie do this? did he leave his girlfriend’s clip in luke’s house? it’s obviously a girl’s and he’s confused but..a second layer luke remembers the lyrics to a song that he dreamt about that were about to escape him so he lets it go and reaches for his journal — and forgets.

but then, a few days later, it happens again. this time though, it’s a purple hair ribbon. he asks reggie, and reggie denies having anything to do with it. asks his mom — nope

the next week, a moon necklace shows up. and then a braided friendship barely. a ring.

it’s confusing and he’s worried someone keeps breaking into his room but…nothing he can do about it, right? he thinks about reporting the missing items but…maybe next week

he just makes sure he keeps his songbook on his at all times and he’s good (he ignores that weird feeling in his chest every time his eyes land on an item, or the tingling feeling in his fingers when he reaches out to touch them. it doesn’t make sense, he just needs to go sleep)

it only starts to get even more serious when suddenly he starts seeing faded scribbles show up on his notebook — a handwriting he’s never seen before. they become more legible as the days go by, and he can definitely tell it’s a more feminine style and he’s confused af cause his journal is always with him. it’s under his pillow or hugged against his chest when he’s asleep so HOW

but then he starts reading the actual writing — and…it’s good. it’s solutions to songs he gave up so long ago — additions to song he hasn’t even started writing down

it’s like music is trying to tech out to him and inspire him even more to keep going but — who is she? why is she leaving pieces of herself all over his room?

does he know her? have they met?

should be try to write back and see if he gets a reply?

——

luke is unsure, pen hovering over paper as he considers his slow decent into madness. he shakes his head, close to pulling his hand off the page, when he sees a new faint scribble slowly coming into view in the corner of the page. he watches it as it slowly solidifies, this now familiar purple writing.

he waits for it to clear up, strains his eyes to see what’s there — no words today, just drawings of a microphone and a doodle of a dahlia. he’s seen quite a few of those lately.

taking in a deep breath, luke closes his eyes for a moment as he makes a firm decision.

there was no point delaying the inevitable — he had questions, and there really wasn’t any reason why he couldn’t write down the questions on his journal..:it was his, after all.

putting pen to paper, luke only hesitates for a second before he writes out one simple word:

hey?

he waits…and waits and waits. eventually lets out the air he had been inadvertently holding in, and leans back against the back of his desk chair, head tilted up towards the ceiling. what was he expecting? some weird harry potter shit to pop out and have tom riddle write back to him?

luke shakes his head (again, he’s going to get a crick in his neck if he doesn’t stop), and looks back down, ready to dive into the chorus of sunset curve’s new anthem — when he stops in his tracks when he finds something new waiting on the page for him, just under his chicken scratch greeting.

hello :)