#they let him get into karting and things escalate from there

[lucaslovescats]

Thank you so much for writing Joost fics 💙

Could I request a smut fic where Joost and reader are playing video games in his lap, and then things escalate from there

Thank you 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Mario Kart - Joost Klein x fem!reader smut

Summary: An innocent Mario kart match quickly turns interesting as Joost tries to distract you from the race

Extra note: thank you so much for the request love, however I am incapable of writing smut without adding a bit of fluff, forgive me.

Tw: Smut(?) (let me know if I need to add anything)

Word count: 1115 (more or less)

“Fuck you!” Joost called out, albeit with no venom and in between little giggles after your little elbow shove had made him drop his remote controller, evidently giving you a few seconds of advantage. You laughed a bit, but still kept your focus on the most intense Mario Kart race of your life. Neither of you were the biggest Mario Kart fans, however the one which loses this race has to make dinner and getting up right now seemed like the biggest inconvenience in the world.

It was fun whenever you did this, trying to beat each other despite the fact that you both knew the chances of just settling for takeout were getting higher by the second. Joost surprisingly still hasn't caught up with you, almost certainly securing your win. You were so focused on the race playing on the screen that you didn't feel Joost straightening his back behind you, head slowly inching closer and closer to your neck. You flinched slightly at the feeling of his teeth going straight for your neck, biting and sucking your sensitive spot, not even giving you time to process anything before you almost dropped your controller. Worst part is that through all of this, he didn't peel his eyes away from the screen, actually using your little slip up to his advantage

“Joost, that's not fair! That's cheating” You said, trying to sound as leveled as possible, knowing that if he knew how affected you were that would just encourage him further.

He didn't need any sound from you to know you were affected by his assault on your neck, your squirming and the little bead of sweat falling from you forehead said it all “You were cheating too, when you hit me” Joost retorted back, whispered in your ear, only stopping to get his words across and then going back to sucking on your neck.

As you opened your mouth, Joost decided to bite particularly hard, causing a loud gasp to be heard across the room. You felt him smirk against your neck before moving to attack somewhere else. You finally dropped your controller, but the race had left your mind long ago, now only being able to focus on the others lips. His hand left his own controller too, snaking over to the front part of your torso, tugging slightly on your shirt “Can I take this off?” He asked, you nodded before helping him to remove the top, throwing it somewhere you both weren't paying attention too. He started moving both of your positions, you blindly moved with him, leaving you lying underneath him, on top of the couch. His shirt was quickly thrown too, and you pulled him into a kiss before you could even process what you were doing.

The kiss, for what you were doing, was surprisingly tender. Not as hungry as the ones you usually had in moments like these, but not innocent either. Only ever pulling away for a few seconds to catch your breath.

“Can I take this off?” He asks in one of the few intermissions between your kisses, fingers hocking on the waistline of your pants. You nodded, desperately wanting him to get going with it. He pulled down our pants and underwear in one swift movement, not bothering to fully take it off before moving himself in between your legs, quickly continuing with your previous makeout session. Eventually, his lips left your own, and started slowly to move downwards, biting and sucking mostly gentle marks into your skin but occasionally leaving a darker mark, as if wanting it to stay longer. Little moans escaped your mouth, but you were biting you lip making sure nothing too embarrassing came out. After what felt like hours of torture to you, he finally reached your lower abdomen leaving a gentle kiss before traveling down to your pussy, before gently blowing on it. You let out a louder moan at the feeling of cold air against your wet folds. “You´re so wet, huh?” Joost says, smiling before leaning in to kiss them.

A little broken mixture of a gasp and moan escaped your mouth, the loudest of the night. Your hands reached his hair, about to shove him closer for him to just hurry but he moved away before you could reach him. “Not tonight”

You could hear him pulling down his own pants and boxers in a hurry, getting his dick out and pumping his dick a few times before opening a condom and quickly rolling on a condom. He lined himself up with your pussy, extending his hand so you could hold it, which you quickly accepted as he slowly sank in. The first few moments were always the most difficult for you, no matter how many times you did this you never seemed to get used to his size, much less when he first entered you, Joost knew this, and the hand holding was something that he had started and had just become the usual, a simple gesture that helped so much. You squeezed his hand tighter and tighter, making sure not to hurt him, until he bottomed down. You let out a little gasp of relief, waiting a few seconds for your body to get ready so you could tell the other to continue.

He leaned down and planted a tiny kiss on your forehead, before whispering “Don't worry, take all the time you need, there is no rush” emphasizing his statement with a kiss on your cheek and then leaving one on your mouth for a good measure. A peck, something not longer than a few seconds but it managed to convey so much, so much trust, love, reassurance. You let out another exhale before speaking up “You can move, please, move”

He started moving slowly, making sure not to hurt you and staring intently at your face to see if he could see any signs of discomfort or hurt in your face, but only watching your face scrunch up into pleasure as you let out more and more moans as his pace quickened. His thrust were hitting all the right spots, some particularly harder or deeper than other sending chills down your spine, running your mind completely, unable to formulate sentences

“Ah fuck, you feel so good, soo good” Joost too was a mess, babeling something above you, but still more composed and aware than you were. His free hand, the one that wasn't holding yours, ending up in your pussy. He slowly started rubbing the areas around your clit, not focusing on it but not avoiding it either, teasing you a bit. You weren't even sure when you had started swearing or begging but you were. In your desperate state you could still tell you were mostly muttering nonsense, but Joost seemed to get the message as he finally started rubbing your clit just like you liked it, not too fast but not too slow, not too hard but not too soft.

It didn't take you long to cum after, clenching tightly as the shocks of your orgasm rolled through your body, leaving your legs trembling slightly. It didn’t take long before Joost finished too, coming with a grunt and collapsing on top of you, having already been tired before you even started. His face nuzzled into your neck, wrapping one arm around whatever he could have you and the other still holding tightly onto your hand.

“I love you” he whispered in your neck

“I love you too”

[adventuringblind]

Breathe For Me

LandOscar x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Dialouge: "It's okay, you can rest. We've got you. Just Breathe."

Summary: Marks on your soulmates skin appear on yours. Oscar and Lando hope they find whoever it is before they run out of time.

Warnings: SELF-HARM, Alcohol, scars, blood, panic attacks,

Notes: This is Part of my 1000 follower event. Feel free to click the link and throw me a request!

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It's not every day you meet your soulmate. It's certainly not rare, but it also isn't an everyday event and is supposed to only happen once. If you're Lando Norris, then you get to go through it twice.

Originally he thought only one. I mean, maybe his souldmate is just clumsy. That is not the case however, because Lando has more scars, cuts, bumps, and bruises then anyone else he knows. He would be fine with it if he wasn't on national television all the time.

Max and Charles were lucky and found each other in Karting. Max had a bruise on his face from his dad and showed up to the race with it still getting darker. Charles had one to match. Now they're happily in love and the public doesn't now (is what they tell themselves).

So Lando finds himself stuck in between a soulmate who bruises every occasionally and on who gets scrapes nearly every day. He feels for whoever the first is because Lando is clumsy and is always running into things. Between himself and whoever the latter is, he probably is already exasperated.

Aside from his family, Carlos is the first person to notice. He double checks nothing is happening in Lando's own life that is causing all the marks. He assures happily that he's clumsy and the two soul mates certainly don't help.

Lando has heard of people carving names and addresses into their arms to find their destined partner. He lets it happen naturally. It's supposed destiny and who is he to rush it?

Daniel admits to an extreme worry of Lando. The older driver kept a close eye on him and Lando has to reassure him non-stop that he's clumsy, but it's not that bad.

He soon realizes that it's not the bruises Daniel is worried about, it's the scars. When his sweatshirt sleeves roll up the red lines are visible. It's something he's gotten used to over the past couple of years, but he dosen't think about it when he's not being filmed.

They cover a good amount of space on his body. Biceps, collarbone, thighs, stomach, and shins. It wasn't that bad until 2021 when it got significantly worse. It's stressing him out if he's being honest with himself.

He's is pieces when Daniel tells him he's losing his seat. No other driver lined up yet. Another teammate gone.

Daniel reassures him that Oscar looks like he'll make a good teammate. Lando is skeptical. Oscar is younger and a rookie.

The first time he meets Oscar is at the MTC. They shake hands, two sets of sleeves role up and Lando can't help but stare.

They match. Their wrists are completely identical.

They don't talk about it until a while later after spending the off season getting to know each other. They determined in Febuary they would be really close friends. It obviously escalated and now Charlotte keeps tell him to make it less obvious.

He's nit afraid to say he's weak for Oscar. A calm in his storm of emotions. The one person who can get him to actually rationalize his anxious thoughts.

In 2023, three rookies came to the grid. One of them being a female driver for alphatauri and a good friend of Oscar's. She then consequently became a friend of Lando's.

Which would be so terrible if Lando didn't know for a fact she's hiding something. She's shy and closed off to everybody unless it's him or Oscar. Mostly because he's forced his way under her skin.

"There is something about her, Osc. I can feel it in my bones."

"Are you sure it's not the cup of milk you downed getting to your head?"

"Rude!"

Oddly enough, it's max who approaches them about her later. He'd gotten to know her through media things and race weekends and often asked Lando about her or vice versa.

He pulls Oscar and him aside early one morning in the paddock. Oscar is still half asleep and Lando doesn't know what's happened until Max slides their sleeves up.

The ones they decided to wear to the cameras didn't pick up the fresh scar close to their elbow on their forearms. Completely identical to each other.

"You said you have another soulmate right?"

"Yes?"

"I think I might know who it is."

This is how Lando and Oscar find themselves in front of her hotel room door after the race. A DNF that wasn't her fault had ended her race early. Max had been about to go get her himself, but Lando and Oscar had said they would. If Max is right then they have a higher chance of getting through to the female driver.

Max sent them with the key card he has to her room. The one he forced her to give after he found her last night with a blade in her hand.

They knock out of curtosey first. No answer, as expected, but at least they tried. Maybe She’s asleep? Lando knows that’s probably not the case but he really doesn’t want to and see what is most likely happening. If the sting on his thigh says anything, it’s definitely not sleep.

Oscar keys the door open and hesitantly steps inside. Lando follows right on his heels. The lights are off and he would probably think it was empty if it weren’t for the visible blob of blankets in the corner that’s sobbing violently. to close to hyperventilation for Lando’s liking. He takes immediate action and pulls her out of the blankets.

Immediately, he keeps her body from curling in on itself so her chest is open and can get air easier. Oscar manages to find a lamp switch. She’s a wreck. So incredibly broken that Lando doesn’t know where to start.

“Breathe.” Is all he can come up with. "It's okay, you can rest. We've got you. Just Breathe."

Somehow he coax’s her to sleep. Him and Oscar combined manage to get her to bed, wrestle her shoes off, and bandage what they could see without removing clothing.

Oscar practically forces Lando into the be with her and he takes the floor. He’d said he’d take the floor with him, but Oscar claimed that Lando is the lighter sleeper and would know if she moved at all. Curse his soulmate and his logical thinking.

She manages to sleep until five in the morning. This time she just cries and huddles closer into Lando.

“I’m sorry you have to see me in such a state… I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

Lando maneuvers then int a sitting position. He then takes a pillow and throw it at his lover on the floor. Oscar stirs and groans.

“Must you.”

“Yes, It’s funny.”

Oscar makes his way up onto the bed and looks immediately like he’s going to fall asleep. Lando consequently throws another pillow at him.

“You should know something…” Lando starts. He doesn’t finish because the word are not doing what he needs them to. They jumble on his head and he can’t figure out where to start.

He’s entirely to grateful for Oscars presence. “Max thinks that the three of us are soulmates.”

Lando was thinking it would be like the first. Realization followed by smiles and laughs. This is not that. Instead it’s panic. She defends into the depths of her mind as she studies the match scars, even revealing her own identical one.

The pain, embarrassment and shame are written all over her features. She’s mumbling through some kind of an apology.

“Breathe.” He repeats. He says it over and over again until it’s all her own mind can hear.

Oscar looks gutted and lost. He’d helped Lando through many panic attacks, but this is completely different.

“I didn’t think I would ever find you. The doctors had tried to cut me off because it was a mistake since there were two. They said I wasn’t supposed to have one.”

Are the two boys shocked? A tad. Why would a doctor do that?

Lando doesn’t get time to ask as she pulls out a bottle of medication from the drawer in the nightstand. It’s stuff he’s heard of, but never actually seen. “This has been suppressed to sever the connection, but it hasn’t worked. They said to take it in higher doses at smaller intervals until it stops.”

She pops open the lid and pours a couple into her hands. Thank goodness for quick reflexes because Lando goes to get the ones in her hands, and Oscar goes for the bottle. She's too focused on Lando to notice the Aussie who manages to swipe it from her.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Didn't feel relevant."

"But this is incredibly dangerous! I've heard most people who do it end up -" Oh. It dawns on him why she's doing this to herself. The connection between them was already rough for her. She had been trying to 'fix' it like her doctors said. Had been told her entire life that the people who are fated to lover her unconditionally won't because she is nothing to them.

"How long have you been taking the meds?" Oscar's voice is so careful. The Brit would love to swoon, but it feels impolite at the moment.

"Years. They've tried everything. Put me on different kinds and change the dosage."

"Thirteen?" Lando whisper asks. His voice was barely audible. The small nod from the female confirms it. That's when the first scars arrived.

Lando places his hands on either side of her teary face. "You are not a mistake. You have never been a mistake. We've been aching for you. Scared maybe one day there wouldn't be any more marks and the implications of it. I've wanted nothing more than to tell you for years that you are loved and wanted."

He didn't even notice his own tears. Everything is just so overwhelming at the moment. They came so unexpectedly that it almost startled him. Screw Oscar and his ability to be amazing emotional support. The hand on Lando's knee is the only thing keeping him grounded.

They don't let her go until Max comes to get her. She's flying to do some filming with him. Neither of the males want to let her go, so they don’t. They end up flying with her since McLaren hasn’t filled their schedules.

But then they don’t leave. They spend every moment possible reminding her she is loved. That they want her. That nothing between them is a mistake.

Soon the scars start to fade.

But have no fear, Lando is clumsy enough to make up for it.

[nataliawrites]

Thorn in My Side // Mick Schumacher

Request: enemies to lovers with Mick Schumacher and driver!Reader

By all means, you should have been friends. You both learned a heartbreaking lesson about the frailty of life far too soon. You both carried the double-edged sword of your respective last names. You both needed motorsport like it was air.

But friends was the furthest thing from what you were.

Since the first time you competed against Mick Schumacher in karts, you’ve had a mutual dislike for each other. It grew and festered with every race and competition, turning into outright hatred as you both entered Formula 1.

It was your first season racing for Ferrari, fulfilling the dream of your late brother, Jules Bianchi. You were racing under the Prancing Horse and alongside one of your best friends, Charles Leclerc. Everything should have been perfect … but Mick Schumacher was a constant thorn in your side. He pretended to be the perfect gentleman in public but never said a cordial word to you and you were convinced that his life goal was to run you off the track as recklessly as possible.

That all came to a head today when an easily avoidable collision between your cars caused both of you to DNF. You were each convinced the other was to blame.

The altercation between you was rapidly escalating to such a point that Sebastian Vettel had to rush over and physically pull you apart, directing you to your separate garages.

You hadn’t calmed down a bit by the time you undressed, just more and more tightly wound through all of the media questions.

Your phone chimed and you hesitated to look at it but gave in after seeing it was a message from Seb. It was a dinner invitation which you promptly accepted — he always knew the best local spots around the tracks and you were frankly famished.

You had time for a nice long shower before doing your hair and makeup and getting dressed. Seb has been a mentor to you for years and you didn’t feel the need to impress him but that didn’t mean that fans and paparazzi alike wouldn’t have their cameras trained on you and you had an image to maintain.

You pulled up to the restaurant in your team provided Ferrari and checked in with the hostess for a reservation under “Vettel.”

“Right this way, miss. Your partner is already seated,” the hostess led you towards a table in the back of the dining room.

Classic Seb, always early.

Except it wasn’t Sebastian Vettel waiting for you. Unless all Germans had the magical ability to switch bodies, you were pretty certain that you were staring straight at the face of Mick Schumacher.

“What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”

The hostess awkwardly placed your menu on the table while you and Mick were trying to burn a hole through each other’s heads.

He gave in and sighed, “we’ve been set up.”

“That no good, meddling …”

“You might as well sit down. We might have been tricked into getting dinner together but that doesn’t mean we can’t rack up a bill and make Seb take care of it as retribution.”

The night continued rather oddly. Maybe it was just the expensive champagne you were going to make Seb pay for or the fact that this is the first time you and Mick had an actual conversation without being at each other’s throats but it was almost … nice.

When you both ended up at Mick’s hotel room after dinner, you swore each other to secrecy. You weren’t going to let Seb win this one.

But the next morning, when you shoved the crumpled bill into Seb’s hands, he just laughed and had the audacity to wink at you.

“Name your first kid after me, won’t you?”

You exchanged a wide eyed glance with Mick and broke into laughter — like that would ever happen!

Two years later, as you welcomed Seb into your hospital room to meet his newborn godson, Sebastian Jules Michael Schumacher, you knew that he would hold that fateful dinner over your heads for the rest of your lives.

It was worth it.

[fan-a-saurus-rex]

Hands to Myself | Part 2

Plot: It’s the next morning at Harrison’s flat and you have no intention of leaving. You might even stay another night.

Pairing: Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: implied smut (talking about sex), swearing

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After putting our clothes back on, I laid in bed next to Harrison in peaceful silence. Sometimes it was just nice to be with him. We didn’t have to be doing anything, just having him there holding me was enough.

I listened to the sound of his heartbeat as I traced shapes on his bare chest. I could occasionally feel him placing small kisses on my head, and the feeling of his warm hands rubbing my back.

We stayed that way for a while until I started to get a bit restless.

“Would you like to go play some games?” He asked noticing my change in disposition.

“Sure” I said with a smile.

He got up off the bed and before I could get up he was picking me up and carrying me to the living area. I swear being with him was like being in a romance novel. I giggled as he gently tossed me on the couch.

“What would you like to play?” He asked smiling.

“Mario Kart”

“Prepared to lose again love?” He said smirking

I giggled “no, I’ve been practicing, I’m gonna kick your butt”

“We’ll see about that”

He started the game and sat down next to me, handing me a controller.

It was always fun playing games with Harrison, even if they always ended up getting interrupted by our feral urge to touch each other. I wondered if this would be one of those times it wouldn’t happen, but I had little hope in that, and honestly wouldn’t be disappointed either way.

Despite my determination to actually play the game well I ended up doing poorly. I was having a hard time focusing on anything other than a shirtless Harrison lounging on the couch beside me. In the end I came in 9th place.

“Gonna kick my butt huh?” Harrison said sarcastically with a smirk.

“I want a do-over” I said giggling

“Of course you do” he said chuckling and starting another race.

This time I focused, or at least tried, focusing directly at the TV and not at Harrison’s silhouette in my peripheral. I was actually doing quite well until a red shell hit me, pushing me down to 5th place where I ended up finishing. I laughed a bit to myself.

“Okay, so maybe I’m not as good as I thought. I apologize for challenging you” I laughed.

He chuckled at me “apology accepted, but only cause you’re so cute”

I blushed “shut up” I said nudging his shoulder with mine. He nudged me back and I nudged him harder. He playfully pulled me into his lap.

“You are too much sometimes” he said holding me close to him

“Then find less” I said sarcastically, smiling small.

“I don’t want to, I like you the way you are” he said with a soft smile.

I bit my lip, staring into his bright blue eyes. I couldn’t handle it anymore. He was intoxicating, a drunk feeling I craved. It was the healthiest relationship, of any kind, that I’d ever had and it consumed every part of my soul.

Eventually I leaned in to kiss him, my hands placed on his cheeks. The kiss started off soft and slow, eventually escalating into something more needy and passionate.

I could feel Harrison’s hands gripping my thighs and butt as our lips molded together. “How far are we taking it this time?” He asked between kisses.

“How far do you wanna go?” I asked, kissing down his jawline.

“I’m fine with this for now, we’ll save the really fun stuff for later” he said winking at me.

I smirked “you gonna let me stay the night again?” I asked before kissing him again.

“Of course babygirl” he said kissing me again.

We continued to make out for several minutes. During that time all I could think of was the things he planned to do to me later. I thought about all the nights I had secretly spent here and all the things we’d been doing behind closed doors. My thoughts got the best of me and I breathlessly pulled away from his lips for a moment. “Hey baby…?”

“What is it darling?” He asked

“We’ve never talked about how this whole thing between us started” I said, running my fingers in his hair smiling.

He smirked “you sure you’re ready to talk about that?”

I giggled “I wanna know everything”

He smiled and started to kiss down my neck “when I first met you I never imagined we’d be where we are now, especially after I got to know you better. You were the my best friend, my partner in crime. I didn’t think I needed anything more”

I sighed contently listening to him whisper as he kissed my neck and collarbone “what changed?” I asked.

“Seeing you in that fucking dress at the club, the night of the movie premiere” he looked up at me, looking directly into my eyes “the way your body moved, I never knew you could move like that and I found myself thinking things about you I never thought I would”

“Like what?” I asked.

He smirked “wondering what else I might find underneath that dress. I wanted to tear it off you right then and there”

I bit my lip “the way you looked at me that night, your eyes were so dark and wild and filled with lust and it was so hot”

“Is that what made you leave with me?” He asked

“Well that and the fact that the way your body felt on mine while we danced drove me insane” I said giggling “I always thought you were attractive, but in that moment you were the hottest person in that room”

“It took everything in me to not fuck you in the back of that cab” he said, his hands roaming every inch of my body “by the time we finally got into my hotel room I couldn’t help it anymore”

I smirked “It felt so bad, but so good at the same time.”

“I’m well aware of how good it felt babygirl” he said smirking as he placed his hands on my butt, squeezing gently, and pulling me closer. “So good that I keep coming back for more”

I shivered a bit. Even after all we’d been through the past few months he still never failed to give me a feeling nobody else could. “Shit, I think I’m addicted to you at you at this point” I confessed, even though I was sure he already knew.

“You’re not the only one” he said pulling me back in to kiss him again. “I can’t wait to fuel our addiction again tonight, to feel every inch of you”

“I can’t wait either” I said, biting my lip.

I felt his hands move up to my back, rubbing gently. He smiled at me “you’re beautiful, you know that?”

“That’s what you keep telling me” I said smiling softly.

“That’s because you are” he said kissing my forehead.

Moments like this was what gave me hope that this thing we had going on was more than just friends-with-benefits. We weren’t sure what exactly it was, but it was ours and nobody else’s. It was more than just lust, it was emotional, a real connection.

“Thank you” I said smiling as I cuddled into his chest. “I’m glad I have you” I said softly.

He smiled and held me close “you’ll always have me”

“Promise?”

“I promise. After what we’ve been through I don’t think I could ever live without you now. I don’t know what kind of relationship we’ll have in the end, but I’m never leaving”

I felt my heart pounding in my chest at the thought of him being a constant in my life. “What do you want our endgame relationship to be?” I asked, hoping he’d answer me honestly.

“I want what we have now, but more. Maybe we’ll make it official, we’ll tell our friends and families” he said, playing with my hair “but other than that, I hope nothing between us changes”

I smiled. “I hope we can make that happen. But for now, we’ll just let things progress naturally, like we have been”

“Of course babe, nobody has to know what we do when we’re alone. It’s our little secret”

“They’d shit themselves if they knew” I said giggling.

“You’re not wrong” he laughed.

We cuddled on the couch for a while before deciding to make some lunch and watch a movie. It felt good to finally talk about what we had felt that night and how it led to all this. I was always curious about that, given that it all happened so fast.

I wondered how things would change if I was called to do another project, or if Harrison decided to return to acting. At this point I wasn’t busy with anything expect for a few editing projects that paid well enough to keep me on my feet. Harrison was doing a lot of charity work to help protect the environment, which required him to travel a bit, but not lately. The last time he had left he was in the arctic to observe penguins and whales in their natural habitats. He invited me to go to help him film footage, but also because we were right in the middle of our little fling and we couldn’t stand the thought of being separated for 3 weeks.

It was weird to think that nobody thought twice about it. Our friends said nothing, just told us to have fun. But, of course, it was under the guise that I’d be helping him film and edit footage. I did work in the filming industry so they probably didn’t think much of it. I’d go along with him on this trip and get some great footage and we’d come home. What they didn’t know about was all the not-so-subtle flirting while we watched penguins who seemed to be very interested in watching us, the stolen kisses as we watched whales from a boat, and all the steamy nights spent behind locked doors.

But how many more times could we lie to our friends before they suspicious. We spent a lot of time together, maybe too much. They’d figure it out eventually, I was positive of that. If they confronted us about it, would we lie, or tell them the truth?

To me it didn’t matter, because in that moment I suddenly felt Harrison’s hand sliding up and down my inner thigh. What our friends didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

I smirked at him and whispered “ready for round 2?”

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To be continued…

[maxemilianverstappen]

George is petty on main and I respect him for it lol. I give him a year and he will become the biggest villain of the grid. Most of Charles stans in twitter wants petty Charles from karting days come back(tbh he was definitely wild as child, pure menace with anger issues, jealousy and hate on his heart it’s not even funny) but he is PR king now so he will tolerate Carlos antics, Carlos family basically liking Charles hate tweets and Spanish media articles like “oh so pretty boy Charles isn’t so talented anymore, huh?”🤷🏽‍♀️

Gonna answer this first.

I have a love-hate relationship with George. I find him amusing in most cases, and he irritates team lh and play padel with Max, so he is getting a pass currently. But the jury is always out for him 🤣.

As I am an outlier about almost all the fandom "perceptions" of how lestappen was/is, so, I think Charles was really the 'actual' hateful one between him and Max. Everyone pretends that they hated each other equally. No, fam... Charles hated Max with the force of a million suns, meanwhile Max was smiling and acting like "There is this extremely fast guy with whom I'm coming together on track frequently, which is irritating but we live. Wish he wasn't such a sour puss about it, tho, because I'd like to be friends."

Max never said a bad word about him or looked at his way funny even after where they both ended up in the wall because of Charles, for example. But Charles was ready for things to go nasty in 2022 simply because he couldn't believe Max has always been a nice guy, actually. Yes, even when they were teens. C'mon, we are talking about a boy who was giving up his toys or favorite things to his sister just so that there wouldn't be a conflict. Just because they'd fight for a wdc, expecting that everyone would turn passive aggressive/subtly hateful is not a good look, but lol, Charles was ready for it. And I am sure, in 2022 after seeing that Max wasn't the guy he thought he was, Charles started to open up and chose to be weird about him in other pent-up ways if you know what I mean.

Charles certainly is capable of being a murder beast, people seem to have forgotten how he used to be in 2019 and 2020, but he is also aware it is not a very good look. So, he is calmer and does his talking behind the closed doors instead of going to the media. Let's see how this will resolve itself or escalate.

When families get into the conflict and be a part of it, I lose some respect, sorry. There is literally no reason to do it unless to stir shit and only NicoR and Nando can do it well, so Sainz Senior should just leave the talking to his son and go do some more rallying or something.

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Last episode with cute dumbass Eclipse in the thumbnail. There’s, like, a few hundred episodes after he was introduced and I can’t remember which ones he’s in that don’t have him in the thumbnail.

Starts off great. British Moon steals Monty’s care, drives it around inside the Plex, and Monty tries to shoot him with a rocket launcher.

Eclipse tries to steal an ATM. To make a raft with.

They’re keeping the actual major serious villain locked up in Eclipse’s room, which they forgot was Eclipse’s room.

Moon interrupts Eclipse on purpose just to be a dick.

Moon gets angry because Glamrock Freddy made the mistake of saying Eclipse is like him.

Eclipse realizes the ATM probably can’t float good. He then tries to make a raft out if a bunch of random shit, including a printer

Eclipse stole one of the random things from the Daycare, which pissed Moon off. Then Moon got conflicted because making Eclipse put the thing back means letting him into the Daycare. He decides that Eclipse can use it for the raft if he dies on the raft.

Eclipse tries to steal the tires from Monty’s car for his raft. Monty almost shoots him with the rocket launcher. Eclipse is completely oblivious.

Monty says it’s a terrible raft (he’s right). Freddy says it’s a beautiful raft.

Moon decides he’s had enough Eclipse shenanigans for today and fucks off.

Freddy tries to reassure Eclipse that the villain can’t flood the Pizzaplex from Eclipse’s room. Eclipse doesn’t believe him, and steals Freddy’s basketball for the raft. Freddy lets him keep it, to Eclipse’s delight.

Eclipse asks if Foxy can float. Freddy tells him that Foxy probably can’t float because animatronic. Eclipse suggests getting him floaties. And then suggests using him for the raft.

Eclipse starts throwing go-karts around, and accidentally hits Foxy with his own go-kart. He’s needs a very specific tire for his raft.

Eclipse offers to make a room for Foxy on his raft. Foxy humors him and asks for a two-person room.

Eclipse steals a cash register for the raft.

They find Moon again. Eclipse tries to take his hat. Moon, surprisingly, does not punch or stab him when gets close enough to touch him. Moon does, however get angry when Eclipse successfully steals his hat.

The flood begins (it’s not the villain, it’s a different dumbass). Eclipse’s horrible makeshift raft made of random shit actually floats at first.

Moon demands his hat back, Eclipse agrees instantly, Moon still punches him anyways.

Freddy asks Moon if he started the flood to make Eclipse feel like he accomplished something. Moon, naturally, calls him an idiot for ever thinking he’d do something nice for Eclipse.

Eclipse randomly screams in the middle of Freddy talking. He did this impulsively and for no reason.

Eclipse is scared of water. The raft starts sinking. The moment the water touches his feet he leaps onto the speedboat Monty has been driving around the room.

Freddy tries to guide Eclipse on disabling the plumbing from across the room. Eclipse can’t hear and just responds by waving and saying hi.

Monty breaks the raft. And then tries to run Freddy over with the speedboat. And then drive the speedboat up the escalator, getting himself stuck.

Eclipse stands as far from the water as possible. In a dry room far above the flooding. He cheers when the water drains.

Eclipse catches sight of Moon jumping around in that cafe upstairs, and gets ver excited. He says hi. Moon tells him to shut up, hurting Eclipse’s feelings.

Moon steals what’s left of the raft. Specifically because Eclipse wants it and Moon doesn’t like Eclipse being happy.

So basically, special boy has a phobia of water. Interesting.

It’s a shame the channel is ending given he’s genuinely interesting

[sashabarkov]

💘💤💐🚙 for wwx/jzx?

(these are all modern au, due to the road trip question)

💘 date:

they have a massive food and pollenator garden, including a lotus pond (with fencing around the whole thing to keep out both pests and children who might fall in the lotus pond). they consider spending the day tending the garden together to be a date. garden dates are almost always followed up with a joint shower, and then a relaxing evening in the jacuzzi if they can get away with it.

💤 napping:

wei wuxian’s sleep schedule is practically nonexistent, which means he really needs naps but still forgets to take them. jin zixuan isn’t much of a napper on his own, but he’s discovered that he can make wei wuxian nap by lying on top of him and making him stay still, and while there are other methods to make wei wuxian sleep for a bit (lots of heavy good food, a nice massage, sex, etc), simply lying down on him and latching on tight is by far the easiest and least obtrusive.

💐 family/kids:

listen. they both love kids and fatherhood. they’re constantly over at jiang yanli and luo qingyang’s house, spoiling jin ling rotten, and they also babysit for wei wuxian’s elderly neighbor’s grandson wen yuan whenever wen qing and wen ning can’t make it. so when a new daughter of jin guangshan surfaces, heavily pregnant, refusing to say who the baby’s father is, and looking to give up the baby, of course jin zixuan and wei wuxian are gonna jump through all the hoops they have to in order to adopt little jin rusong.

🚙 road trip:

so i have some Thoughts... mainly that a xuanxian road trip set before they adopt jin rusong would be a disaster.

first off, their car options are either jin zixuan’s mclaren 570s spider (and supercars and road trips do not and should not mix) or wei wuxian’s rusty, poorly-maintained antique cadillac that everyone agrees should’ve fallen apart by now but is somehow still refusing to go quietly into the automotive night (some claim it’s kept together by demonic car-tivation). jin zixuan probably ends up buying a whole new car just for the road trip (i’m thinking the audi a7 hybrid bc it’s still gotta be a luxury car to fit his tastes).

the second problem is that wei wuxian drives like traffic laws are the lan rules—they exist, and sometimes they make good points, but most of them are just arbitrary and begging to be broken. there’s a reason he’s banned from driving jin zixuan’s 570s spider unless it’s out on a track, and it’s bc jin zixuan recognizes that letting his boyfriend loose in a ground-bound rocket that tops out at 204 mph (328 km/h) when there’s other drivers around is a bad idea! jin zixuan is typically a much safer driver, but he’s also highly competitive and it doesn’t take much for wei wuxian to egg him into doing something stupid (both behind the wheel and in general).

problem number three: neither of them are very good at planning ahead. wei wuxian likes to wing things, and jin zixuan is used to everything falling into place around him due to his money, so they’re gonna try to stop somewhere for the night at like 10pm and realize the only hotel in town is completely full. they’re gonna get distracted by a “WORLD’S LARGEST CORN” statue and somehow end up 50 miles off course. they pass a camping store and decide to take a three day backpacking detour on a whim. they’re supposed to be driving to seattle and they end up at the grand canyon. it’s a mess.

(after they adopt jin rusong, they get much better at planning. you forget the diaper bag once, you never make that mistake again.)

[writtenonreceipts]

“ are you okay, my love? “ “ you woke up screaming. “ for feysand

i’ve written another one like this that you can find here if this one doesn’t float your boat :) altered the prompt just a touch. thanks for sending this in!

warnings: hurt/comfort, allusions to abuse

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When Nightmares Call

The ornate wooden clock, with it’s thin black hands and singular roman numeral twelve should not make as much noise as it did.  Truly, if the clock didn’t have tic marks for the seconds then why did it continually tic-toc-tic-toc all night long?

Feyre lay on the couch, a blanket twisted around her legs. It had been two hours since she'd decided that getting sleep wasn't going to happen and four hours since she’d first settled down for the night.  

Usually when she couldn’t sleep she would get up and try and paint.  Or she would read or even scroll through her phone.  She unfortunately could do none of those things. 

Just down the hall was Rhysand’s room; he'd let Feyre stay over while her apartment was being renovated. In reality she knew that her landlord would be using the opportunity to snoop and find a way to reach up her rent.  It had been a last minute arrangement so Feyre hadn’t had time to collect anything other than a change of clothes and her favorite blanket.

She wondered about waking Rhys up and telling him that as a host, he should help provide entertainment. Especially when the TV was broken. Mario Kart, until further notice, was banned from Rhysand’s apartment.  Either until Cassian bought a new television or Azriel apologized for his burst of anger.  That is to say--it was banned indefinitely.  

But she knew that Rhys needed his sleep. Knew that he was busy with work and a miserable boss almost as terrible as her landlord.

Sighing, Feyre slumped off the couch and into the kitchen. Rhys had tried to offer her his bed but she'd firmly declined. She didn't need to be in the same bed where he had his partners.  Or a bed where she would be wrapped up in his scent.

She scrubbed her face. She'd barely even admitted it to herself, but she was pretty sure she was in love with her best friend. She didn't want to reconcile all that that meant. Because ruining their friendship was the last thing she wanted. She couldn't risk even thinking about her emotions.

After knowing each other since they were in elementary school, they were inseparable.  Through the years no matter what had happened it was always her and Rhysand against the world.  And because of that, she wouldn’t let anything come between them.  Not even this bout of attraction she was facing.  Even if it had lasted the better part of eight years--escalating after she’d moved back to Velaris after art school.

And there was Rhys.  Her friend as ever, offering her help when needed.  He’d helped her find an apartment, helped her with shopping for a new couch, he even helped her kick out her ex-boyfriend.

Rhys was always there.

Pushing those thoughts away, Feyre rifled through the fridge for a snack.  For some reason, Rhys had developed an obsession with kale.  She could head up some leftover Mexican food.  She was debating her options when she heard a noise from down the hall. 

She froze.

She hadn't been that loud had she? And she'd made sure Rhys didn't have any guests over either.

Feyre eased the fridge shut and listened.

A shout broke through the silence, sharp and clear and terrified. Coming from Rhys' room.

Without thinking, Feyre ran down the hall and opened his door. Rhys was writhing in his sheets clearly in the throws of a nightmare.  Hell.  He hadn’t told her they’d come back.

"Rhys," Feyre said cautiously approaching the bed. She knew he had trauma in his past, knew there were demons in his closet, but he was always so proud and strong she hadn't realized...

"No!" He shouted, thrashing again.

"Rhys," Feyre said, voice firm. She went to his side and grabbed his shoulder. Easing him softly out of this dream wasn’t going to work "Rhys!"

He sat up gasping, eyes going wide. One of his hands grabbed her wrist, gripping her tightly.

When he met her terrier stare, his grip loosened but not the haunted glaze in his eyes.

"Feyre," he whispered and licked his lips.  Moonlight from the window drifted in and cut over his face.

"I'm here," she said quietly and brushed a lock of hair from his eyes. "Are you OK? You woke up screaming."

Rhys didn't speak as he ran his fingers along Feyre’s wrist, up her arm. He was drinking her in with his touch, his gaze, as if at any moment she would disappear.

"I thought," Rhys murmured as he finally looked away. He trailed off, but didn't dare pull his hand away from her.

Feyre swallowed slowly and tried to not let the panic or sorrow rise in her voice at Rhysand’s obvious distress.  She thought they told each other everything--she’d told him about Tamlin, about her mother.  Hell, even about the time she wet the bed on a campout with Clare Beddor.  They were best friends with no secrets.

At least, she thought they’d been.

But Rhys hadn’t told her the nightmares were back.  About his father, about Amarantha.  He hadn’t told her everything about what had happened with the latter, but she knew enough.  She knew enough that if the woman was ever released from prison, well Feyre would see to it that would woman would simply disappear.

"You're safe," she assured him.  Against her better judgment, she ran her fingers through his hair again. "You're safe."

"Right," Rhys whispered. He pulled away from her so suddenly that it felt as though she’d been shoved off a cliff.

"Sorry," she said, embarrassment rising on her skin.  Why would he want her here? "I'll go."

She pulled away from him, wringing her hands together.

"No," Rhys said quickly. "I’m sorry…I just…” he ran a hand over his face and shook his head as though trying to force himself to focus. “Would you stay? Just tonight?"

“Rhys,” she began, already mentally listing off all the reasons why that was a terrible idea. 

He took a slow, shuddering breath. “Please?”

She knew that she couldn’t refuse him.  So, Feyre nodded and shook a hand at him to scoot over. "If I recall you like to hog the blankets and the bed."

It was an ill-timed attempt to break the tension, but it seemed to do the trick when Rhys reached out to her again, gently pulling her to the bed. He even made sure to give her plenty of space before throwing all the blankets onto her side.

Rolling her eyes, Feyre settled in beside him. She suddenly became aware of the shorts that she wore, the thin tank-top that liked to ride up.  

She slowed her breathing as she tried desperately to ease the erratic beating of her heart. Hell. When was the last time they'd been so close? At least since they were kids and had one final sleepover at the age of twelve, when their parents seemed to realize that they were indeed turning into teenagers.

Rhys reached out to her once she got settled and entwined their fingers.

"Thank-you," he murmured, already drifting off to sleep.

"Always," she said. And as she watched him and listened to his breathing even out, Feyre realized just how much trouble she was in.

She wanted to have a chat with whoever said falling in love with your best friends was the best possible romance and tell them they were the biggest idiot in the world.

For now, Feyre only watched as Rhys slept.  His eyelids fluttered occasionally and his fingers would flex against hers.  Whenever she tried to pull away, his grip would tighten.  But she knew that she wouldn’t be going anywhere.  No, for tonight there was nowhere she’d rather be.

...

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[lightsovermonaco]

Body Shots (Pierre Gasly)

Inspired by (and beta read) by the amazing @limp-wrist-max​ thank you Mea! 

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Word count: 3.5k

Recommended song: “Lucky You” by Sim Dane

Vacationing in Milan had its perks. Fine dining, luxury stores that were prime for window shopping, and the proximity to your best friend, to name a few.

When you'd touched down in Milan you had had no intentions of visiting Pierre. You had just finished your exams for your summer class and had a week before the next semester started up, so you had simply booked the cheapest ticket and boarded a plane. 

The intent had been to have some good wine, good food and unwind. Pierre saw your Instagram story minutes after you posted it and recognized the bakery you stopped at for lunch. And once he found out you were only a few minutes away from that weekend's grand prix, he had ideas that didn't involve you reading a novel all day.

Pierre had insisted that a last minute cancelation by a family friend had left a paddock pass unclaimed and had suggested you take it.

"You're my best friend, it'll be fun to have you experience a weekend through my eyes for once instead of sitting in the stands. Come visit me."

Something in the inflection of his voice made the simple request rub you raw. He missed you. It had been months since your last get together and you couldn't blame him. The last year had been rough for him and he  rarely had anyone physically at his side to help him through it.

Inviting you instead of one of his parents was about more than your current proximity to the track. He hadn't missed a beat in asking you, not hesitating to consider anyone else being with him this weekend.

Your stomach had turned as you climbed in a cab Sunday morning, not out of fear of something going wrong but because of the nagging feeling that something was about to change.

You'd known Pierre since you were kids. Your brother had raced in karting before pursuing another dream, but in the few short years you'd hung around European tracks you had managed to forge a bond with one of your brother's rivals. That friendship carried on regardless of the distance that separated you, kept alive by visits in the off season and once a year trips to the racetrack at Silverstone.

Pierre met you at the gates and you had barely seen him since.

A decent qualifying session saw the Frenchman start P10 on Sunday's race. He didn't hide the fact that he was disappointed, but come time for his final meeting with the team you'd never guess he was anything but ecstatic.

You had to be conscious about your mouth hanging open when Pierre stepped into the garage in his fireproofs with his suit half undone. The tuft of blond hair peeking through his backwards cap floats on an invisible breeze and he bounces on his toes. His brow furrows when he is handed a data sheet, listening intently to what the engineer points out.

Butterflies riot in your stomach when Pierre catches you staring and winks. You pray he writes the blush on your cheeks off as the heat and he must, because he raises his eyebrows and flexes a bit.

You laugh to cover the way you want to do nothing but strip him out of that tight fitted white shirt. Your crush was getting out of hand. Pierre's shameless, friendly flirting only escalated matters.

You told yourself it was nothing. He was like this with every girl he met, making a fool of himself to earn a laugh. You were no different, except maybe that you were a constant where most other women only got to enjoy his playful personality for a short time.

You're treated to a few long minutes of watching Pierre prep to climb into the car before he's heading out on track to line up at the grid. 

The race starts off fine, Pierre's pace is better than expected. One of the Haas's breaks down at the pit entry and Pierre's strategist decides to bring him in for a fresh set of tires. A kiss seems like the proper reward for their stroke of brilliance, which affords Pierre the advantage when the pits close soon after. 

Restarting on lap 28 is nail biting. Hamilton, Stroll, and Pierre make up the podium places. The entire garage gasps when Stroll goes wide at turn four. Hamilton serves his penalty and Pierre inherits the lead. Sainz jumps on the opportunity to attack.

Pierre defends brilliantly until the final lap. The team erupts when he crosses the line first, bringing home the win.

Red, white and green confetti sticks to his skin as he sprays the champagne over all of you. In the heat of it all, Pierre sits on that top step and shakes his head. You already know that the photos of him being snapped from all angles will be gorgeous, the sun shining down on the first French grand prix winner in decades.

A legend in the minds of his people and in yours.

You could scarcely believe it yourself. Your best friend had finally, after years of being pushed down, won a grand prix at the temple of speed. Red Bull had been wrong, just as you'd insisted when Pierre cried over losing his seat and his friend in one weekend. But god, did Pierre rise above it all.

Pierre catches your gaze just before he leaves the podium. A lifetime of emotion swirls around him like an enigma, begging you to find out what it was hiding. Your wave is barely more than a lift of your hand but Pierre notes it nonetheless, tipping his trophy in your direction.

You wait patiently on the sidelines as Pierre poses for pictures with his team on and off the track. His attention constantly falls on you, his grin widening each time he sees you tucked under the arm of an enthusiastic mechanic or crew member. Alpha Tauri was a family and you were an honorary member thanks to your connection to their driver.

An action packed hour of cameras passes before Pierre is able to break away. As soon as he's given the go ahead he passes his trophy off and marching to you. You're both practically running by the time you meet in the middle. You crash into him and he lifts you off your feet in a crushing hug.

"You did it," you whisper, overwhelmed by his success now that you've gotten the chance to celebrate with him. "I'm so proud of you."

Pierre laughs as he sets you on your feet. His smile is wider than you've ever seen it and you're sure his cheeks must be sore.

"Wish they allowed us to bring a friend up there," Pierre says softly, a smile melting into a sly smirk. "Seeing you doused in champagne is an image I wouldn't forget."

You shake your head, caught up in his ceaseless flirting. He had no idea that his honeyed words and gentle touches lit something inside of you, rattling your brain and making it impossible to form a coherent sentence. Instead you snatch the black and gold Pirelli cap off his head and place it on your own, earning you a peal of laughter.

"Looks better on you anyway." Pierre runs a hand through his sweaty, champagne doused hair, leaving bits sticking up at odd angles.

Someone calls Pierre's name, far enough away that there's no rush. Pierre's hands remain planted on your waist and yours stay wrapped around his neck. By the way his bright blue eyes bore into yours, you swear he's thinking the same thing you are.

"Thank you for believing in me," he murmurs, gaze falling to your lips.

"I knew it was just a matter of time," you tell him, inching up on your tiptoes. Tempted by his win, you want to ruin the best friendship you've ever had. You want to discover if the lips you spend far too much time dreaming about felt as soft as they looked. You want to know how it feels to be lost in Pierre, newly minted race winner, and find out just how he dealt with the adrenaline and euphoria of his incredible drive.

"Well done mate!"

Max Verstappen startles the two of you apart. You take a healthy step back and drop your gaze to the ground to hide your burning cheeks.

"Thanks." Pierre accepts the Dutchman's embrace and claps him on the back. "Sucks I didn't get to fight you for it."

"There will be more chances in the future. And I didn't expect to see you here, that's a nice surprise." Max knocks you with his shoulder, tipping you off balance. On instinct you latch onto Pierre's arm to steady yourself. You wait a heartbeat too long to remove your hand and both of you find anywhere to look but each other.

"So where's the party?" You ask, searching for a distraction from the way your palm still burns.

"Definitely not at Red Bull." Max shudders and you laugh because that's what you do when someone is being over dramatic. It rings hollow in your ears.

"I hear there's a few guys with adjoining rooms at the hotel who bought plenty of booze," Pierre says. "You and Dan wanna come by?"

"Is that really a question?" Max grins, already typing out a text as Pierre feeds him the details.

**********

"You should do body shots," Max suggests, which earns a roaring laugh from Daniel and a half hearted one from Pierre.

"I don't think so," Pierre says, "there's no one here I trust enough to let that happen."

"Not even your best friend?" Max gestures to you and shoots you a wink when Pierre glances over. "I think she's trustworthy."

"No thanks." Pierre holds up his plastic cup and salutes Max before draining it to the dregs.

Pierre's immediate refusal hurt more than it probably should have. You hadn't expected him to jump at the offer but having him shut the idea down so thoroughly hadn't been what you wanted either.

Max notes your pouty lower lip and speaks on your behalf. "Come on mate," Max insists. "You just won your first prix, live a little! It's not like you've got anything to lose, she's your best friend."

"That's exactly why-"

"Shut up, it would be fun! Wouldn't it?" Max says this last bit to you, a wild grin on his face.

Max expects you to turn red and object. That was his end goal. But what the Dutchman hadn't counted on was how drunk you already were on Pierre. On his smile. On his bright blue eyes, swirling in the aftermath of his unlikely triumph. And mostly on the not-so-sneaky way he glances at you every few minutes.

"Let's do it."

Pierre blinks, searching your face for any sign of distress. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?" You shrug, suddenly fearing that you'd read him wrong and he really was against this whole thing. "Unless you don't want to-"

"Get the vodka," Pierre interrupts, nodding to Max though his stare remains pinned on you. Pierre latches onto your wrist and drags you around the room until he finds a table long and sturdy enough for his liking. 

"This a good height for you?"

The coffee table is low enough that you'd have to kneel. Luckily getting on your knees isn't something you'd mind doing for Pierre. You lick your lips without thinking. Pierre's pupils blow wide, black swallowing the swirling oceans of blue.

"Sure," is all you manage.

"Good." Apparently neither of you were able to focus on speech. You work together to clear the empty plastic cups and used napkins from the surface. Your hands brush when you both reach for the last cup and you just catch the way Pierre's breath hitches.

You and Pierre have danced this dance since you were teenagers. Each of you knows the steps by heart. The only difference is tonight neither of you were poised to bow out before the final lift.

"Beep beep, bitches!" You yank your hand away when Max's shout reaches you. Pierre's hand lingers in front of him,  outstretched as if your palm remained grazing his thumb. 

Max holds the bottle of vodka over his head as he wades through the crowd. "You're all about to be very, very entertained."

"Where's your chaperone?" You ask Max, searching for Daniel in the low lighting. You press your palm to your thigh, dissipating Pierre's lingering heat.

The Dutchman waves you off. "Went to get us more drinks. Pierre, isn't it kinda hard to do body shots if you're still fully clothed?"

"Who says I'm the one getting undressed?"

Max's grin dimples his flushed cheeks. "I mean you can ask her to take her shirt off in front of all these people if you want to."

"No," Pierre responds quickly. "Fine. I'll do it."

When Pierre strips off his shirt he gets more than a few whistles from men and women alike. That tended to happen when someone was built like a Greek fucking god, you supposed. Whoever voted for People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" and decided on Michael B. Jordan had clearly never laid eyes on Pierre, with his bronzed skin, endless expanses of muscle, and brilliant cheshire grin.

Michael B. Jordan who?

Pierre hands the team branded shirt off and lays out on the table. He pillows an arm under his head, bare bicep flexed as he gets comfortable. Leaning in to kiss along the hard muscle was out of the question, however tempting it was.

Pierre looks up expectantly. "You coming?" 

Holy shit, this was actually happening.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You sink to your knees and Pierre laughs.

"Up here." He pats his thigh with his free hand and beacons you forward. "Please."

Screw it, you've already thrown your friendship out the window. This night ended either in heartbreak or awkwardness, might as well get your money's worth.

A few whoops break out above the music. The bassline isn't the only thing thundering in your chest as you straddle Pierre's thighs, hands braced on his chest.

"Okay?" Pierre whispers for your ears only. You nod with what you hope is a charming smile.

"Alright move," Max says, shooing you back until you're resting on your haunches. Max flicks the cap off the bottle and you grab it to take a long sip.

Max gapes at you and you wipe a hand over your mouth. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Pierre's thighs tense beneath you in response to your bold declaration. Dozens of Pierre's friends and team members gather around. For all you care, Pierre is the only person in the room.

"Last chance to back out," Max warns. You're too busy tracking the drop of liquid that falls from the neck of the bottle to splash onto the crease of Pierre's abs to bother responding. 

"Pour it out." Pierre's chest sinks with his demand, doing nothing but sparking your imagination, creating images of him heaving beneath you. You'd sell your soul to recreate the way you're currently poised above Pierre's hips with a little less clothing and no audience.

Max gives up hope on you replying and dribbles the alcohol up Pierre's abdomen, stopping just below his pecks.

"Have at 'er-"

Your tongue is on Pierre's skin before Max has finished his sentence. You feel the muscle tense beneath your tongue, going rigid at the first contact. The burn of the vodka doesn't even register as you lap it up, catching the drips that fall over his sides. 

You aren't sure either of you is breathing. Salty sweat mingles with the sharpness of the alcohol, an afterthought barely worth mentioning.

Blame the liquid courage or blame the high from Pierre's win, but you were confident Pierre was enjoying this just as much as you. 

Planting a hand on Pierre's hip, you steal a glance up at him to find him locked on you. You take that as permission to continue, dragging your tongue flat up his stomach and continuing well past where the vodka had been poured. Up between his pecks, over the curve of his throat that bobs beneath your tongue, over his chin until you meet his lips, already parted and waiting. 

Neither of you pay the shouts cresting around you any heed. You've both waited too long for this, endured too many almosts and what ifs to let the opportunity slip through your fingers. Your sticky hands cradle Pierre's face, angling it in a way that's to your liking so you can explore more of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey and mint, the juxtaposition of hot and cold scattering your thoughts. One of Pierre's hands finds the nape of your neck when you gasp for air, refusing to let you end the moment.

And it's pure, unending bliss that floods your veins when he nips at your lower lip, swollen and surely reddened from his kiss. His thumb sweeps across the back of your neck while you both fight to catch the breath currently evading you.

Daydreams didn't hold a candle to the real thing. One taste and you were addicted, craving as much as Pierre was willing to give.  

"Hey," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a stupidly gorgeous smile.

"That was nice," you tease, tangling your fingers in the silky blond strands of his hair. "I wouldn't be opposed to doing it again."

"Me too. Maybe somewhere where it's just us though. I wouldn't want to scandalize my team any further." You manage to steal another sweet peck before Max hauls you off Pierre.

"Fucking finally," Daniel says, clapping when you're upright again. "Do you know how long I've been trying to orchestrate this? The two of you really are dumber than a box of rocks. I can't believe all it took was Max suggesting body shots to get you two to kiss."

The arm that wraps around your waist feels right. Pierre hasn't hugged you like this before, with his chin resting on your shoulder and his nose nuzzling your neck, but it already feels like home.

Pierre ignores Max completely in favor of pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. "Why don't we go back to my room? I'll pour more alcohol on myself if that's what it takes to convince you."

You're just about to take him up on the offer when one of his team members taps his shoulder. He glances at them impatiently, which the man thankfully doesn't take personally.

"They want some photos with you holding your trophy," he explains, handing a shirt and the star shaped interpretation of the Italian flag to Pierre. "It will only take a few minutes,  they promised not to keep you long."

Of course everyone knew exactly where your minds were. Sanity had long since left the premises, tangled up in crisp white sheets. Pierre's entire team and half the Red Bull garage had seen what had gone down while the prix winner was sprawled on that coffee table. There would be no chance of denying it in the morning. 

And while you'd never imagined that the first time you'd kiss your best friend would be directly preceded by licking copious amounts of shitty liquor off his super-heated skin, now that you'd experienced it any other way seems forgettable.

Pierre sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I mean, I already have my trophy, but…" your stomach lurches when you realize he means you. Pierre catches the way your mouth hangs open and he shoots you a grin before accepting the real trophy.

"You carry it," he says, not giving you much of a choice as he thrusts it into your hands. "I'm occupied."

You're about to point out that his hands are, in fact, free and that the more likely reason for insisting you carry the trophy was his usual post-race laziness when he slings an arm around your shoulders and tucks you tight to his side.

"Is this okay?" Pierre asks when you involuntarily stiffen. God, it was more than okay, it was perfect, it had just caught you by surprise. You'd only kissed him a handful of minutes ago and Pierre was already wrapped around your finger, smitten as if you'd been a couple for years.

"Yeah no, it's perfect. Simply lovely," you say quickly, stumbling over your words.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Your answer comes in the form of a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. You prop the trophy on your hip and smile up at your race winner.

"You don't have to ask that ever again. My answer is always yes."

[minilpark]

hi, may I request romantic relationship headcanons for fanboy if that’s okay? thanks sm!

this is my first romantic hc request for fanboy so i will do my best! that being said, this may be shorter than other hcs, so i hope you don't mind!

as usual, i will be writing this based on a naval aviator!reader

you and mickey met years ago being stationed at the same base together

honestly you weren't expecting to make friends with him, but there was definitely something different about him than other pilots you've encountered

he wasn't as cocky or entitled as others

he was so kind and actually really funny

eventually you two began to hang out with each other more which helped because you two would be put together for some patrols or missions

soon enough that mutual respect and appreciation for each other turned into something more

and of course you both needed to have a discussion about it in order to move on

this discussion actually led to the start of your relationship

concerning mickey, i think he's definitely protective of you, but he doesn't let it get in the way of your jobs you both have to do or any activities you two do outside of work

whether those things be you going out with friends or you both going to a bar etc.

he isn't the type to get jealous because he doesn't doubt the love you have for him, but sometimes he does get insecure so it's nice to give him some reassurance

if someone is giving you a problem though, he's down for letting you handle it how you want because he knows you don't like it when people fight your battles, but if it escalates he isn't afraid to step in and knock someone on their ass

i think mickey's love languages are words of affirmation and quality time

he loves hearing praise from you (whether you interpret this as sfw or not is up to you)

he likes to know that he's doing right by you

and he loves to spend as much time with you as he can since your jobs keep you both busy more often than not

i imagine he is both a dog and cat person (more dog leaning) so depending on how long you two have been together (assuming you two are already moved in with each other) he'd ask if you would be down to adopt a pet

i think his fave indoor date with you would be to order takeout and play games/watch movies in a blanket fort in the living room

when it comes to going out, i think you two would do more hands-on activities like go-karting, arcade dates, or like going to the park

mickey isn't extremely tall (he's 5'9) but if you were taller than him or the same height i definitely think he would not mind in the slightest

concerning sleeping together, he loves spooning

he likes being the big spoon most of the time, but sometimes he just wants to be held you know

definitely not afraid to ask for cuddles and all types of affection

oh going back to the point of him being funny-

mans is a comedian and he will try to make you laugh all the time (whenever it is appropriate of course)

especially if it helps to cheer you up when you're feeling down

speaking of which, when you are feeling down, he asks how your feeling but doesn't push, if you want to talk he gives you the time to open up to him

and he asks if you'd just like him to listen or give you advice

vv healthy relationship he treats you like royalty

when he does fuck up though, he wants you to let him know and have a conversation about it so he can do better

lastly, you two definitely have a special handshake with each other and when either of you have to go away for a while for a mission or just whenever you two get ready to go in the air, you do it with him

"you better fly back to me-"

"i wouldn't leave you behind for the world"

[intheticklecloset]

Oreos and Lemonade (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: Sero introduces Mina to a new card game to help cure his boredom, but things get interesting when she raises the stakes.

A/N: Mina strikes again! Lee Sero is not one I write a lot of, but he sure is a cutie. I decided since she'd gotten the other Bakusquad boys it was only fair that Sero get his turn. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,034

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Sero hadn’t moved in almost an hour.

Mina stopped short when she passed through the living room the second time, watching him lay on the floor staring up at the ceiling, eyes glazed over. She frowned. “Uh…Sero?”

“Mm?” Still no movement.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m losing my mind.”

Even more concerned now, she cautiously took a step toward him. There was no one else here; it was a Friday afternoon after school, and almost everyone from their class was out at the mall right now. Mina, Sero, and a couple of others had stayed behind to study or just relax, but she had no idea what the tape hero was getting out of lying on the floor like this.

“Can I help?” Mina asked.

“I’m so bored!” Sero finally turned to look at her. “I was so wiped out after class I couldn’t even think about the mall, but now that we’ve been back at the dorms for a couple of hours I wish I’d just gone with them. I’m going nuts not having anyone to hang out with.”

“Um, hello?” Mina waved at him. “You could have asked me to hang out with you.”

“I thought you were studying.”

“I finished that an hour ago. Why do you think I came down here to sunbathe for a while?”

Sero paused. “Oh. Well.” He sat up, looking up at her. “Want to do something?”

Mina nodded, beaming. “Of course! Want to spar?”

He gave her a withering look. “I meant something fun.”

“Hmm…Mario Kart?”

“Nah, we play that all the time. What about a card game?”

“For two people?”

“They make those!”

“Where?”

“In America.” Sero smiled, getting to his feet. “I’ve got one. It’s actually designed for just two people. Want to try it?”

Mina was always down for trying something new. “Yeah! Let’s do it.”

*

A short while later, Sero and Mina were in his room, and he was explaining the rules of the game – Blink – to her.

“There are two stacks between us. You need to match up either the color, shape, or number of items on a card in your hand to a card on one of the stacks. When you do, you draw another card and keep going. Whoever gets rid of all their cards first wins.”

“Why’s it called Blink?” she asked, picking up her half of the deck to shuffle and draw three cards from.

“Because it’s really fast-paced. Most games only last a minute or two at most. It takes more time to gather, shuffle, and deal the cards than to play the game.”

“That sounds kind of redundant.” Mina shrugged. “I’m not knocking it, I’m just saying.”

“It’s pretty addicting, though. You’ll see.” Sero set his deck face down on the floor between them, drew his three cards, and looked at her. “Ready?”

“Yeah, only – why don’t we make it more interesting?”

“How?”

Mina grinned. “You say these games go pretty fast? What if we do a best out of ten? The winner gets to decide their prize.”

Sero squinted at her. Something felt a little…off about this. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he had a feeling she was up to something. “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” she replied innocently. “What do you want if you win?”

Despite himself, Sero considered for a moment. “Um…Oreos and lemonade?”

“Together?”

“Why not? It’s a great combination.”

“I meant, would we share them?”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” Sero smiled at her. “I’d be happy to introduce you to my weird food cravings.”

Mina giggled. “Okay, sounds good to me.”

“What if you win? What do you want?”

“Hmm…” The pink girl seemed to consider for a moment, but he had a suspicion she already knew her answer. “How about…I get to tickle you for three minutes?”

There it was. Sero sputtered a little. “W-What? Hold on – no! Why?”

“Why not? It would be fun.”

“For you!”

“Come on, please?” Mina begged, batting her eyes at him. “I made it a goal to tickle each of you boys individually and you’re the last one left! This way it wouldn’t be a surprise attack, and it wouldn’t be ‘cheating,’ like I evidently did with the other three.”

“What if I win?”

“Then we have Oreos and lemonade, since that’s what you want.”

Sero’s heart was pounding. The stakes had gotten a lot higher. “I mean…what if I win and you can’t tickle me now? When will you?”

Mina smirked. “I’ll find time. So, do you accept?”

Sero thought about it for a minute. He did have the advantage of having played this game before, and he considered himself pretty good at it. Plus, tickling wasn’t the worst thing in the world, and he could take it for three minutes. So…

“Yeah,” he said at last. “Let’s do it. Best of ten.”

“Great!”

“One…two…three!”

As promised, the first game was over in a flash, as were the next several games they played. Though Sero did win the first three, Mina eventually got the hang of things and started winning consistently as well, so that by the time they got to the tenth game it was Sero 5, Mina 4.

“We should have said best of eleven,” he said. “We might tie at this rate.”

“You never know! Let’s go, I’m pumped up now.”

They tied. It was now 5-5.

Mina grinned at him. “Sudden death, Sero. I hope you’re ready for a good tickling!”

Sero blushed, flustered but doing his best to remain calm. “Nah. I hope you’re ready to experience the awesomeness of Oreos and lemonade combined!”

“We’ll let the cards decide.”

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

“One…two…three!”

Sero and Mina slapped their cards down onto the two decks in a frenzy, moving faster than ever before. Whereas she seemed to be fully in control of herself and her thoughts, Sero found he was a little scattered and shaky with each card she beat him to. Pull it together, he scolded himself. You’ve won this plenty of times, you can do it again—

Mina slapped down her last card and threw her hands in the air. “I win!”

Sero went on the defensive even before he realized he was doing it, dropping his final few cards and scrambling back away from her. “H-Hold on, give me a second to prepare myself!”

“You act like I’m going to murder you,” she laughed, wiggling her fingers teasingly. “It’s just tickling. You’ve been tickled by us before.”

“Y-Yeah, but…I still need a second!”

Mina gave him a smile and softened her voice. “Hey, it’s okay. I won’t torture you, I promise. I won’t even hit any death spots if you don’t want me to. I just want to tickle you and make you giggle a little. All right?”

Somehow, her soothing words made him feel leagues better. He sighed. “Yeah, all right. Sorry, it’s just…I don’t know. This tickling thing is…weird.”

“Weird how?”

“I mean…I don’t really mind it, I guess, and when it’s just you guys I’m okay. But I don’t want to be like Midoriya, getting tickled at random almost on a daily basis.”

Mina gently placed her hand on his leg. “Sero, I’m not asking you to commit to a lifelong tickling. Just a couple minutes right now. That’s it. I promise.”

Sero nodded, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Okay. Okay, sorry. I’m…I’m ready.”

With a smile, Mina scooted a little closer to him. “Is there anywhere you don’t want me to tickle you?”

Sero blushed and looked away. “No, just do it. Just get it over with. Please.”

“You got it.” With that, she scribbled her fingers across his kneecaps, smiling even wider when he instantly started giggling. “Aw, you got ticklish knees like Kaminari?”

“Nohohohohot that bahahahahad,” he admitted, gradually lying down on his back. “But it s-stihihihihihill tickles.”

She moved a little further up, gently tracing the tops of his thighs, enjoying the way he twitched in response. A little further up brought her to his hips, then his sides and ribs, and finally his underarms. It was at this point – about a minute in – that she straddled him. “There we go. Nice and gentle, see? Just giggles, no screaming laughter.”

Sero’s face was bright red at this point, and he instinctively tried to clamp his arms to his sides. “M-Mihihihihihina, plehehehehehease be c-cahahahahahareful.”

“Just gentle tickles, I promise,” she replied, trailing back down to his ribs. “I want to tickle your tummy. Is that okay?”

He blushed even harder, covering his face with his hands. “Dohohohohon’t call it such a sihihihihihilly name…”

“But it’s so cute! Just like you, Sero.” Mina gradually began her descent towards her intended target. “You’ve already done so well in just two minutes. I’m sure you can handle one more like a champion.”

“Ugh, f-fihihihihihine, just stohohohohohop teasing me already.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Mina grinned, finally moving down to his belly and skittering wildly. “Teasing is what I do, you see.”

“Mihihihihihihina!” he yelped, giggles escalating in an adorable way, his body finally starting to squirm for real. “Plehehehehehease, it reheheheheally tickles!”

“I know. But you can do it, Sero. It’s only another minute.”

The tape hero smiled widely, giggling and squirming on the floor beneath her touch, doing his best to let her have her fun…until she pushed his shirt up to his chest and began tickling his belly directly, with no protection whatsoever. He jerked and shot his arms down to try and pry her away. “Nohohohohoho, thahahahahat’s cheheheheheating!”

Mina sighed heavily. “It’s not cheating! Why do you all keep saying that? These are the terms you agreed to.”

“I dihihihihihhidn’t sahahahahay you cohohohohould dohohohoho that!”

“Do what? This?” She suddenly turned her fingers into claws, digging rather than scribbling, and Sero tossed his head back with a startled squeal. “You never told me I couldn’t. I even asked you first.”

“M-MihihihiHIHIHINA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Sero laughed, really, truly fighting her now, giggles having evolved to laughter. “No, stahahahahahahahap! Plehehehehehease, enough! No mohohohohohohohore!”

“Ten more seconds, Sero,” she teased, winking at him. “Ten…nine…”

“Dohohohohohohon’t count!”

“Eight…seven…six…”

Sero was losing his mind all over again. The tickly vibrations in his stomach were driving him crazy. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Five…four…three…two…”

There was a long pause. Sero cried, “ONE!! OHOHOHOHONE!! STAHAHAHAP!!”

“One and a half…” Mina teased, unable to keep her own laughter at bay. “One and a quarter…”

“MINA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“One!” At last she let up, giving his belly button one last poke before climbing off of him. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? You handled it so well!”

Sero rolled onto his side, still giggling for a moment before sitting up completely. When he did, he realized that through his kicking and squirming he’d made a total mess of their card game. “Ugh, great. Now I have to clean this up.”

“I’ll help you,” Mina said. With the two of them working together, it only took a few minutes to count all the cards to make sure they had them all, put them in neat stacks, and then store them back in the box. Finally the pink-haired girl asked quietly, “You okay?”

“Hmm?” Sero looked at her, confused. “Yeah, why?”

“You got kind of quiet, that’s all. You’re not upset with me, are you?”

“What? No!” He pulled her in for a quick side-hug. “No, we’re good. Like I said, tickling is just kind of…weird for me. But I didn’t hate it or anything. It’s all right. Even if you are a little cheater.”

“I am not a cheater!” she laughed, pushing him away playfully. “I asked you beforehand if there was anywhere you didn’t want me to tickle you. You had your chance!”

“It’s not where you tickled me, it’s how you did it,” he shot back, smirking.

“Well, I’m sorry your tummy was just too cute to resist.” She poked it once, then nudged him. “Come on. Let’s go have your Oreos and lemonade now.”

He looked at her, confused. “But I lost.”

“Did you?” Mina beamed as she got to her feet, then offered a hand to help him up. “I think we’re both winners today, Sero.”

[zevlors-tail]

Poly Villain Deku x Reader X Dabi HC’S

I’ll come back and title this something more creative when I think of a better name for it. These got pretty long...whoops- What do I even tag this as???

A/N: As per usual, all characters including the reader are aged up 21+ in this. First time writing for Dabi. Hope you enjoy my niche interests as much as I do!

***

-How this happened is beyond the three of you. You’re an unlikely pair match for sure; not even the three of you saw this coming. Although maybe you should have, considering how it happened?

-It all started when Deku dragged you into the mess that was the League of Villains. After you joined and got to know him better the two of you started dating.

-But at the same time, you got oddly close to Dabi without even really trying to. Maybe it was the fact that your personalities were a little similar, but you actually managed to get him to talk sometimes and the two of you ended up becoming unlikely friends.

-You and Dabi banter back and forth a lot playfully but there was always a sort of tension under the surface of your friendship that you never really talked about. Sometimes it would even lead to arguments between the two of you. You could be jokingly calling each other names one moment and then all of the sudden you might be right up in his face, quirk or weapon at your ready while his fingers are spouting blue flames.

-Izuku would often break it up before it turned into anything serious but he swears sometimes the two of you might kill each other. 

-Deku always got along fairly well with Dabi. And because of the chemistry between the three of you, you often get sent on missions or jobs together. Over the course of time, you slowly get to learn more about each other and discover little things that are unique to each of you. 

-For example, your personal hobby or past time that you entertained yourself with when you weren’t busy with the league. In Deku’s case it was the story behind the single emerald stud in his ear (he claims it was his mother’s). For Dabi...well. He was always somewhat mysterious, and you don’t get much out of him anyways, but he talk more often when he’s alone with the two of you, and that’s enough for now.

-The real start of it all though was when Deku got sent out on a solo job for a few days alone. As soon as he leaves, you’re left lonely and without even realizing it, you end up getting a little more cozy with Dabi than you probably should.

-After a lowkey night, accidentally falling asleep against him, and spending the night in his room, it hits you both that the unspoken tension you’re always feeling around each other is, in fact, because you have feelings for each other. Something just clicks and now you can’t not see it. Naturally this only makes things escalate. It gets so bad that Shigaraki has to step in and hold you back from obliterating Dabi while the latter is just laughing at you and your attempts to murder him.

-You try to ignore him for the rest of the time Deku is away. None of that matters when Deku comes back though because the second he does, Dabi is up in your space trying to stir shit up and pick a fight with you, and it works. Before your boyfriend can even put a stop to this one, you end up in a brawl with Dabi.

-It takes both Deku and Shigaraki to separate the two of you, but not before you got a good few hits on each other. Somehow though, when he’s got you pinned under him and his hand is at your throat menacingly, you feel some of the tension drain. If it wasn’t obvious before then, it’s obvious now. There are clearly feelings that neither of you want to talk about.

-Later when you’re alone with Deku, he’s the first to bring it up. He’s not an idiot; he can see you pining after Dabi clear as day. But rather than be offended or jealous, he suggests something else entirely that surprises the both of you, if you’re being honest. Why not date both of them?

-The relationship between the three of you is...unique to say the least. At first it’s more of you dating both of them at the same time and them tolerating each other, but over time they grow closer.

-You catch them on multiple occasions sharing food and taking naps together. Not that they’re cuddly, but the fact that they trust each other enough to sleep unguarded in the same room says a lot.

-Sometimes it’s only you and Deku spending time together, other times it’s only you and Dabi, and sometimes it’s all three of you. Date nights are frequent when you don’t have work to do and mostly consist of video games and food with a healthy side of cuddles.

-Games get extremely competitive. Mario Kart somehow always gets chosen and it’s nothing short of sheer chaotic violence. Compress and Twice have banged on your door multiple times and have yelled at the three of you to keep it down. You will not. Not then, not now, not ever. It’s all or nothing.

-You have a winning streak at first. Dabi’s coming in second, and Deku is...well, he’s straggling in 5th. Dabi is cursing up a storm, Deku is growling, and you’re just sitting there with a smug smile on your face as you fly through the finish line. “FUCK!” “Shit! Fourth!? This is bullshit!” “Ha! Fuck you both!” Dabi throws his controller and almost breaks the damn thing, and Deku looks like he’s about to smash his to pieces.

-”I’m gonna kick your fucking ass, Y/N!” His threat is not unwarranted, and before you know it he really is kicking your ass. And to make matters worse, Deku is slowly catching up to you as well. You end up coming in second, and you don’t get your winning streak back after that. Dabi’s a sore loser, so it really can’t be helped; he would have cheated by pushing you or Deku to the floor or not so subtly bumping into you on “accident”. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it...

-COD Zombies might also be a popular choice. It’s somehow less violent than Mario Kart but that still doesn’t stop the three of you from yelling out like you’re actually in a zombie apocalypse. “Y/N, get the door to the right!” “Then watch my back, Dabi!” Of course Deku volunteers to do so instead. “I got it, I won’t let them touch you.” 

-Cuddles aren’t your typical cuddles with your two boyfriends. Deku is particularly clingy and possessive when it comes to you, so he constantly has his arms around you whenever you allow. Dabi can’t really explain it, but seeing the two of you like that makes him feel the need to be involved, so then it turns into a sort of competition to see who can cling to you the most. It’s ridiculous, really.

-Most of the time it ends with the three of you crashing in Dabi’s bed with empty snack wrappers and pop cans littered around the room. You get sandwiched in the middle of Deku and Dabi; Deku likes when you snuggle up against him and bury your face in his shirt, and Dabi prefers holding you from behind. The funny thing about this is that Dabi usually isn’t cuddling you when you fall asleep, but you somehow wake up with his arms wrapped around you every single time, without fail.

-Small arguments happen from time to time, mostly between the two boys. It’s always over silly things, like who took the last slice of pizza or what game you’re going to play. Somehow it doesn’t surprise you that Dabi is always the one who starts them, and it’s equally as unsurprising that you’re always the go-to for making final decisions. “Don’t put this on me! Can’t you two figure it out?” “Yes!” “No.”

-Both Deku and Dabi can be insanely flirtatious when they want. Don’t be surprised if they make a bet on who can get you flustered the most. And neither of them back down from a challenge, so...take that as you will.

-When one isn’t around, you’ll always have the other to rely on. It’s hard to deal with sometimes, but the occasional solo job does happen. Dabi is more than willing to keep you warm when Deku’s not around and vise versa. If you happen to be the one who leaves on a job, you might come back to find them passed out on the floor together in an awkward mess of limbs and bedhead. 

-It’s funny, really; Dabi seems almost annoyed, like he’s trying to pull away from Deku who’s absolutely clinging to him for dear life. They’re both asleep, but still the same as ever.

-Jump on them. Please. It’s payback for all the shenanigans they’ve put you through.

-Assuming you joined in their small cuddle pile, one snuggles right up to you and the other just casually relaxes into you. The world just feels right again.

-It might be a mismatch, but it works somehow. It’s the best thing that the three of you have in this cruel world. But you can make it through as long as you have each other.

[scarlet-traveler]

I wanted to post a fic wip for WIP Wednesday before the day ended but I don't have any good chunks from my current wips at the moment, so today I shall bring you a concept.

So I'm a huge fan of Deku and Bakugou's friendship, I've been interested in seeing how it develops as the series continues, and after reading a bunch of fics and vibing on MHA with my sister I've come to realize that one of my favorite takes of their relationship is that when the dust has settled, everything that's happened to them in the past has been discussed and their friendship is well on the mend, they still have their...chaotic, moments, I should say.

Izuku and Katsuki are a lot of things- heroes-in-training, extremely traumatized, in need of therapy- but they're also stupid teenage boys. So they'd be ride-or-die when one of them is wronged by somebody else, either it be a rando on the street or a villain, but that rivalry that they have will also extend beyond their hero work.

So during the day they're trying to get the highest score on that afternoon's training exercise, or wanting to capture more villains than the other while out on their work studies, but at night they're holed up in one of their dorm rooms trying to crush each other at Mario Kart while Katsuki swears loudly and Deku tries in vain to make him be quiet before Aizawa hears them.

Aizawa has always known about their game nights, but they still make it to class on time and they do well so he hasn't said anything about it. Yet.

Izuku has forgiven Katsuki for everything that he did in the past, never personally held it against him, but there are some days when he feels vengeful for some of the pettiest reasons. Maybe Katsuki ate his leftover katsudon, or watched the new All Might special without him, something harmless like that, so Izuku gets back at him with something equally as harmless- pranks.

We know Deku has the potential to pull pranks on Bakugou. He wanted to send him a box of spiders at one point after all (that's not completely harmless but you get the point). So maybe one day Deku starts small with the classics. He sneaks into Katsuki's room and nudges everything over a couple centimeters, causing the explosion user to bump into everything as his yelling echoes through the walls. He swaps the sugar for salt while Katsuki is cooking and passes it off as a mistake. The pranks continue for a week, slowly escalating in complexity and creativity, and eventually Katsuki figures it out, but for the life of him he can't get Deku back as hard as he tries.

So for the whole week Katsuki is pissed, pent up, anticipating the next prank but still falling for them regardless. And then suddenly there's nothing. One day turns to two turns to three and the days pass without a single incident. Katsuki side-eyes Deku during class, trying to see if the nerd is plotting something but he looks as innocent as always.

That just makes Katsuki nervous.

A week has passed and nothing has happened though, so Katsuki finally starts to relax. They've got work studies that day so he heads to Endeavor's agency with Deku and Todoroki, they suit up and they head out.

There's a huge villain attack in the city that requires all hands on deck, over a dozen villains wrecking havok in a shopping area. One of them has a quirk that turns them into a giant hulking monster, Endeavor is busy with another group a couple blocks away, so Deku suggests that Katsuki use his gauntlets to take the villain out before it wrecks anymore of the buildings and hurts any civilians that might still be nearby. After fighting together for so long Katsuki doesn't even second-guess Deku's plan, trusting him completely at this point, plus he hasn't had a chance to use his gauntlets in a while and they're filled to the brim.

Katsuki yells at everybody to get back, braces his legs, aims at the giant villain, and pulls the pin. The gauntlet lets out an explosion with a deafening boom.

And glitter.

The giant villain goes down, but nobody is even paying attention to it anymore. Katsuki is just standing there, stunned. Todoroki is stunned. The other villains they were fighting are stunned as they all watch the sparkling orange substance (because of course it's fucking orange) shine in the afternoon sun as it rains down on everything. Katsuki knows it's going to be stuck in his hair and costume until well after graduation but he can't even care at the moment as he whirls on Deku as the nerd starts laughing, bent over arms around the stomach dying in laughter, completely unbothered by the glitter coating his own body. "DEKU WHAT THE FUCK?!"

(In the end Izuku recruited help from Hatsume for his final prank. He had to test a variety of her babies during training for the next month, and Katsuki tried to explodo-kill him for the rest of the week, but it was worth it to turn his friend's gauntlets into giant glitter bombs.)

[sunlightwoo]

fated by the stars (epilogue 2/2)

summary: with the soulmate system implemented, all that you wanted was someone that you could love naturally, without having to be bonded to a complete stranger that you’d meet inevitably. however, fate works its wonders in the collection of stars that you managed to end up with two soulmates, not knowing who you truly heard the soulmate bells for.

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“You’re going to eat shit, Yoon.”

You grin at the latter that stood across from you with a smug smirk on his face, one that shortly fell into a pout as he trudged over to you before wrapping his arms around your waist. His eyebrow is raised as though it were a challenge for you to test against him, but by the time that you gently hit the back of his head with your own helmet, he lets out a noise before you start giggling to yourself.

“In your own dreams, sweetheart, because I will make sure that I win tonight. I only let you win that first time around because I was going easy on you,” He chuckles and nuzzles your noses together just as he brushes the loose strands in front of your face away from your eyes, “I’ll make sure that you’re going to be the one that eats your own words.”

Winking at you and walking away from where you stood frozen a bit, you blinked back into reality and brushed off the heat that was escalating to the tips of your ears to get into your go kart. You noticed that Jeonghan was already buckled up in his as you knew that the rematch for your first date was going to happen in a few moments and you wanted to be sure that he wasn’t going to go easy on you this time around.

“You’re lucky we’re soulmates, you cheating snake.” You snickered to yourself before getting into your go kart and putting on your helmet for safety measures.

You were already buckled up into your go-kart and already revving up the kart so that you had the advantage of a boost at the beginning before the race started. Glancing back to where he was beside you, he throws another wink to you through his helmet as you playfully rolled your eyes at his cute banter before focusing on the race course that was in front of you before the green light flashed for you to start in a few seconds after.

“You freaking cheated.”

Both you and Jeonghan were now staring up at the scoreboard to see what your times were and the puff of breath that he had let out from beside you made you grin as you once again scored a faster time than him. Looking over towards him, he was still staring at the time incredulously before looking back at you with a frown on his face.

“I didn’t even cheat-”

“I even tried to cheat my way and do it mario kart style.” He frowned and you gave him a shocked look before frowning as well.

“What the hell, Jeonghan? You tried to cheat?” You say with a bit of feigned hurt in your voice to tease him and made sure that your fake tear up was believable when suddenly he lifted you up from the middle of your torso and carried you over his shoulder, “What the hell- Jeonghan put me down!”

“Nope, we’re going back home. I rather race you in mario kart and win than see this rigged timer.” He grins hearing the squeals and giggles that were leaving your lips as he was walking back to where his motorcycle was still parked.

He puts you down after a while and finally starts to drive you both back to the house that you had just moved into days ago since the spring semester ended about a month ago. It’s been at least two months since the night of the lantern festival as you thought about how things were as though they were in the right place and in the right pieces of a puzzle while you clung onto Jeonghan with the wind breezing in your ears.

You didn’t think that wishing upon the flower that night would actually bring him to you, nor did you think that the fortune from the rigged fortune telling machine would guarantee that he was your soulmate. However you were still grateful for the bells and red string that still tied you both together when you realized later that night that your string and bells with Joshua were no longer present.

You remember him telling you that night since you couldn’t fall asleep that he found his soulmate, and you were happy for him, as he was happy that you ended up with Jeonghan in the end of fate’s game.

The game of fate; a test for your heart.

A smile crosses your face as you knew that you were right where you wanted to be, just as Jeonghan parks the motorcycle right in front of your new home before you both hopped off of the bike to head back inside. You knew that you still had things to unpack and that pretty soon your furniture would pretty soon come in the next couple of days that were coming up, but it still felt like home with the stuff that already filled the house.

By the time that you walk inside with your hand in his, you make a beeline to your bedroom to crash onto your soft mattress, his weight making the bed dip a bit on the other side as he already starts to cuddle you on it. A quiet laugh escapes your lips as you turn to face him and you notice how his chocolate orbs seemed to sparkle even in the dark with the moonlight shining in through the window reflected off of them.

“I love you, Jeonghan,” You whispered quietly out of nowhere and smiled as he places a kiss on your forehead, however there was something that was on the other side of the wall that catches your eye before you could even hear him say the familiar three words back, “Wait, what is on the wall? Is that your fortune from the machine at the festival?”

Just seconds before he could even stop you from getting up, you were already up off of the mattress as you looked at the framed ticket and there was a gasp that left your lips as you finally realized what his ticket was that night. Rather than words that were scribed on the ticket like yours was, it was an image instead, one that had your face on it as you realize then that it was no coincidence that the machine was there that night.

So he knew that night that you were most likely going to be his soulmate by the end of the night.

“That’s me…” You breathed out quietly, feeling speechless as you knew that he was looking at you from where he must’ve been sitting on the mattress.

You turn around to confirm your thoughts as he nods in response, not saying as you went back to sit next to him on your bed as a breath of what seemed like relief while you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

“I didn’t want to tell you that night because I didn’t want to be too sure. It was still fair game, whether or not you had those fortunes and guides that led to me.” He says and you nodded before turning to face him, just in the split second where your faces were now just centimeters apart from one another’s.

“But I still somehow found my way to you, especially when I wished upon that flower at the festival. It almost didn’t make it, yet it still flew with the wind and led me to you. I think I was lucky that Wonwoo told me where you were so that I wouldn’t miss my shot and lose you.” You speak up and lean in just to place a soft kiss on his lips, one that you felt him kiss back against your on lips as a smile crosses on his face.

“I love you, Y/N, and I’ll make sure that fate and whatever stars that created our destiny sees that we’re meant to be.” He whispers quietly, placing one last kiss against your lips as you smile back at him when you both hook your marked pinkies together as a sign of the promise.

“Until the end.”

[secretshinigami]

marlboro nights.

Author: @fruitynear

For: @karl-the-stingray

Pairings/Characters: Matt/Mello

Rating/Warnings: T. Warnings: Minors smoking?

Prompt: Mello, who has been in Wammy’s house for like 6 months, gets a roommate named Matt

Author’s notes: I took the prompt very liberally but I do hope you like it <3 

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Six months after moving into Wammy’s House, Mello gets his first (and last) roommate; Matt. At first, it’s awkward. It’s a known fact of life that the adjustment time for a new roommate is always a bit awkward, and that is no less true for Mello and Matt. At first, they get into fights on a near-daily basis. Usually over dumb things like the volume of whatever game Matt is playing at the moment. These fights would very rarely escalating past a bit of wrestling, and even when itheyt did end with worse things like bloody noses, Matt and Mello never stayed mad at each other too long. 

In fact, Mello found it very hard to stay mad at Matt for any serious amount of time. Sure, he was annoying as hell, but he was also nearly as smart as Mello himself. Despite being deeply uninterested in the student ranking system, Matt was still only barely below him. Thankfully, Matt wasn’t fond of applying himself. Along with being smart as hell, Matt had a confidence about him that Mello could appreciate. On the other hand, that meant he took none of Mello’s shit. 

Naturally, they’d fallen into a friendship. After all, they did everything together, whether it be class, studying, eating, or staying up far past their designated bedtime to keep playing whatever game Matt had talked Mello into playing. Sometimes, if Matt were feeling especially kind towards Mello, he’d let the other boy win the game, just because he knew how much Mello enjoyed the simple act of winning. He’d considered the fact that perhaps he shouldn’t encourage these habits, but what Mello didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

One night, about two years after they’d been assigned roommates, Matt waltzes back into their room with a pack of cigarettes. 

“Look at what I got, Mels.” Matt grins, tossing the pack towards Mello after firmly shutting and locking their room.

“How the hell did you even get these?” Mello asks as he stares at the pack for a moment. They were barely teenagers at thirteen years old, so it didn’t make sense that Matt had a pack of cigarettes. Plus, those things were gonna kill him if he started them up, and their life expectancies already weren’t great.

“I’ll never reveal my secrets.” 

Mello shurgs, figuring Matt will end up telling him later on. Matt wasn’t very good at keeping secrets, not from Mello anyways, “Where are you even going to smoke these? Wammy has cameras everywhere.”

Matt smirks, “I hacked the cameras.” 

Mello’s almost drops. Matt knew what kind of trouble he would get in if Wammy or Roger found out what he’d done, “You did what?” 

“I figured out how to hack the cameras last night,” Matt explains, puzzling Mello as to how he can so casually talk about this like he’s talking about the weather knowing the consequences, “But don’t worry, I’ve left them alone for the most part. I just adjusted the angle of the one that overlooks that ledge on the roof.”

“You’re so dead when they find out.”

“I’m only dead if they find out. They’re not gonna find out, Mels.” Matt says, opening the window “Wanna come?”

“Of course I’m coming,” Mello grumbles, walking towards the window, “Someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Matt grins, “Grab your coat, it’s a bit cold.”

Mello rolls his eyes but grabs his coat anyways. It was sweet how Matt, a guy who could barely take care of himself, was always so concerned about Mello’s wellbeing. Someone hadn’t cared about him this much in a very long time. Not since his parents, anyways. It was nice. Really nice, actually. 

The aforementioned ledge is conveniently located outside their window and it only takes them a few moments to climb out of it, Mello first and then Matt. They sit beside the chimney, shoulders touching as Matt reaches into his pack and pulls out a cigarette at random. He places it between his lips, using a little green lighter he also definitely didn’t buy to light it. 

A silence falls between them and Matt leans back, laying flat on the roof as he casually smoked his cigarette. Mello was amazed he wasn’t coughing, but perhaps this wasn’t his first cigarette after all. He’d have to ask about that later. That thought bothers Mello for reasons he can’t quite explain, but when would Matt have even found the time to go smoke when he and Mello spend almost all their free time together?

“Do you you think we still would’ve been friends?” Matt asks after a few moments, tearing Mello away from his thoughts, “Ya know, if we hadn’t ended up here.”

“I don’t know,” Mello answers honestly because at this point he can’t imagine a life that isn’t like theirs. A normal life is a privilege they weren’t afforded, “Do you think we would?”

“I like to think so.” Matt muttered before taking another long drag, “You’re a really good person, Mels.” 

Mello feels his chest warm and he looks at Matt, and he can’t help but smile. Matt is laying in his back, face towards the sky but eyes closed as he takes the cigarette from his mouth, holding it out as an offering it to Mello. 

“Want some?” Matt asks, opening his eyes as his lips curl into a soft smile.

“That shit’s gonna kill you, Matty.” 

He takes the cigarettes anyways and Matt grins,  “Guess we’ll die together then, huh?”

“Wouldn’t be so bad,” Mello says, taking a short drag of the cigarette and only managing to cough a little, “Not if it’s with you.” 

Thankfully, Matt doesn’t say anything about Mello’s smoking. He does, however, absolutely light up at the admission from Mello, “You really think so?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Mello offers him a soft smile, fingers brushing against Matt’s as he hands back the cigarette. Matt pauses, looking at Mello for a moment with an unreadable expression before seemingly coming to a conclusion and grabbing the cigarette with his other hand, intertwining his fingers with Mello’s. 

“This alright?” Matt asks, voice barely above a whisper as he gives Mello’s hand a squeeze

Mello stares at their intertwined fingers for a moment. Back when his parents were alive, he’s always been taught that this kind of thing was wrong. Boys can’t love other boys, that’s the rule. But as he watches Matt smoke his nasty ass cigarette he realizes that maybe he does love him. He’s not sure, mostly because he’s not sure what love is supposed to feel like, but this? Holding hands with Matt on the rooftop. 

It feels right if nothing else, so he reaches out with his other hand, tracing some of the constellations the freckles on Matt’s face form until he’s cupping the other boy’s cheek. Matt smiles, closing his eyes again as Mello rubs his thumb over the smooth skin of his face. 

I want to kiss him.

The realization hits him like a fright train and Mello moves his hand up, running his hand through Matt’s slightly greasy hair. Still, it’s lovely in its own way because it’s Matt, and Mello loves Matt. 

“Hey, Matty?” Mello asks.

Matt hums, not bothering to open his eyes, “Yeah, Mels?”

Mello takes a deep breath. It’s now or never, “Can I kiss you?”

Matt’s eyes shoot open, seemingly searching Mello’s for any sign that he’s not being completely serious for ages. Though it is only seconds before Matt nods, offering Mello a smile and another squeeze to the hand he’s holding.

Mello leans in, both boys’ eyes closing as Mello inches closer to Matt. The fact that Matt’s lips are soft is the first thing he notices. Surprisingly soft, in fact, as Mello expected them to be at least partially chapped. But no, they’re lovely, and Mello finds it hard to pull away after a moment, even if his lips do taste entirely like cigarette.

“Wow,” Matt mutters when Mello pulls away, eyes fluttering open once more, “I’ve been waning to do that for ages you know.”

Matt nods and Mello laughs, “Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t think you liked me! Plus, you’ve got the whole catholic thing going on and I didn’t know how you’d react to finding out I’m gay.” 

“For what it’s worth, I really like you.” Mello says, not quite ready to say the big three words and for now that’s okay.

Matt smiles, leaning up and giving Mello a quick kiss, barely even a peck, “I really like you too.”

“Does this make us boyfriends?”

“I think so,“ Matt grins, before hesitantly adding, "Only if you want to be, though.” 

“I do.” Mello says quickly, "I really do.”

“Good, then it’s settled,” Matt grins with a wide smile, eyes shining as bright as the sun as he looks at Mello, “Then does my boyfriend wanna go in and play Mario Kart?”

Mello smirks, “Only if you’re prepared to get your ass kicked.”

“Anything for you, Mels.”

[tinisprout]

No Doubt in Us

Chapter Eight - Healing Day *written chapter below*

Fiance!Haknyeon x Fem!reader

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Synopsis: Life is great, you have your dream job, you finally got your first big break, and you are now engaged to the love of your life. Happier than you’ve ever been, you live life one day at a time. Then one day a terrible accident happens leaving you in a coma. Where you finally awake, everything is not as you remember. Amnesia takes away 3 years of your memory, forgetting your beloved Fiance. Faced with a reality that seems unreal, as your mind is stuck in a past with uncomfortable memories, your future with him is uncertain.

a/n: Sorry for the late chapter I've been very busy

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Chanhee was pushed through your front door by Kevin, followed by Jacob closing the door behind them. You stood in the center of the living room awkwardly as your friends got closer to you. Kevin and Jacob giving friendly greetings while you smile back at them in acknowledgment. You and Chanhee just eyed each other not sure where or how to start. Haknyeon waved Kevin and Jacob over and that was their cue to get out of there.

“Healing day! You two had something you wanted to say to each other, so we’ll give you some space,” Kevin says as he slaps Chanhee on his back and hurries to a Haknyeon winking at you in passing. Jacob taps the same place Kevin hit and nods at you as he passes. The three boys exit the house into the backyard. The inside is still visible which was perfect for Kevin to make sure nothing escalated into something worse. Now that they were outside they gave each other proper greetings, it had been a while since Kevin talked with Haknyeon face to face.

They caught up with Haknyeon, Jacob thought he seemed to be doing a lot better emotionally than he was before. They would see each other almost daily for dance class last week and Haknyeon always looked like his mind was somewhere else. Haknyeon was never good at hiding his emotions, although he always tried to seem energetic for the class, he was different. Jacob regretted not asking him about it, he thought it was something to do with you, he could only imagine how complicated things were at home, but he thought you guys would work something out. He didn’t expect that you weren’t seeing each other, he wondered if he asked about it, would the problem have been solved earlier.

Jacob asked Haknyeon if the two of you were good now. “Ah, I never said anything to anyone did I?”

“Yeah, we didn’t get an update after that. Spill the beans, bro.” Kevin dramatically states while quickly glancing through the glass door at you and Chanhee, checking body language.

“Sorry, the past couple of days have been a lot, but it’s good I think.”

“You think?” Jacob questions.

“Well I’m still technically her Fiance, but I’ve been demoted to the boyfriend title… uh wait we probably aren’t there yet, maybe just friend right now. But we are trying to date again.”

“You should be more hopeful, she mentioned something yesterday about you, but she didn’t tell me what happened. I’m going to get the truth from one of you.”

“Oh, nothing really happened, we just fell asleep,” Kevin squints his eyes at Haknyeon. “On the couch together…”

“Uh-huh, and why would that warrant any kind of reaction from y/n?” Haknyeon sighs, pulling out his phone from his pocket. Kevin and Jacob look at each other with a curious look. Haknyeon shows them the image that your father sent him yesterday. The two examined the picture of their friends essentially snuggling together on the couch with wide eyes.

“Wow,” was all Jacob could say.

“Putting the moves on her already. And who took that picture?” Kevin jokes and Haknyeon protests.

“I wasn’t trying to “put the moves on her”, we fell asleep and I guess that just happened. Her dad took the picture though, he sent it to me last night.” Kevin laughs at his answer while Haknyeon puts his phone away.

“And was that it?” Haknyeon stays silent, making the answer obvious.

“There’s more?!” Jacob exclaims, surprised by the fast progress between the two.

“Well, maybe I don’t really remember.” That was a lie. “I was half asleep when it happened. You should ask y/n instead.” Haknyeon nervously laughs trying to feign ignorance, but inside his head, he asks you for forgiveness.

“I’m in for a treat today,” Kevin says with a devilish smile, once again looking back to you and Chanhee, now hugging it out. He looks to Haknyeon, “Do you ever get jealous of Chanhee and y/n’s relationship?” Tilting his head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Haknyeon and Jacob turned to look at them, a smile plays on Haknyeon’s face when he sees that it’s going well.

“No, they’re just friends, more like siblings. There is nothing I should be jealous about. It’s different now though, I don’t have the privilege to love her in the way I did before. There are times I wish I could just hold her, but I shouldn’t, I can’t, not while she is still trying to figure everything out.” He had a miserable smile on his face looking at you.

“Okay, I didn’t ask that so you could make me sad.” Kevin and Jacob look at their friend with concern. “We gotta take you out some time soon, you’re too depressing, man.”

“Sorry? I wasn’t trying to be.”

“Don’t be sorry. I think things will change soon, she is bound to fall in love with you again.” Jacob says with conviction.

“You’re the third person to say that, maybe I should start believing that.” Jacob and Kevin both wrap their arms around Haknyeon giving him some reassurance and he thanks his friends. All of them jumped at the sound of the glass door opening.

“Am I interrupting something?” Chanhee says looking at the trio embracing and they laugh. You pop your head out from behind Chanhee, looking at your friends and Haknyeon laughing together. You didn’t realize it yet, but seeing him get along with your friends made him look a lot better in your eyes, you give him a little more of your trust.

“Glad to see everyone getting along,” you say, flashing a smile to them. “You guys can come back in.” Everyone walks back to the living room and Kevin asks everyone a question.

“Who’s hungry?” Everyone replies positively. “Perfect, then Haknyeon it’s your time to shine. Please go get some food.” Kevin then whispers in Haknyeon’s ear, that playfully evil smile on his face again, “I need to get the truth from someone.”

Haknyeon nods, knowing the interrogation to come. Their strange interaction had you and Chanhee curious about what was going on, while Jacob pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary. Kevin hands Haknyeon his keys any Haknyeon goes to get his wallet, saying goodbyes to everyone on his way out the door. Soon after he walks out the door, you get a text from, Haknyeon, saying, “I’m sorry.” You don’t understand his message but before you can text him back Kevin shouts.

“Interrogation time, Baby!” You and Chanhee are confused at Kevin’s sudden outburst. “Hope you didn’t think I forgot what you said last night. Spill the beans!” realizing what Kevin wanted to do, you faked ignorance.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? Cause Haknyeon says you would remember what happened.” You understood why Haknyeon apologized and you look at Chanhee and Jacob for help. Chanhee lifts his hand signaling that he wasn’t going to do anything. Jacob looked away, truth be told he wanted to know what happened too.

“Ugh, fine.” Everyone sits around the coffee table. You quickly explain the event in as little detail as possible and all the boys are shocked by your actions.

“Okay…,” Kevin holds back his smile through his clasped hands. “So how are you feeling about all that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did your heart pound?”

“Did you find yourself hoping more happened after the fact?” Jacob added.

“Have your feelings changed at all?” Chanhee chipped in.

“Well...,” you hesitate with your answer. “Did my heart pound because I was excited or anxious? I don’t know. Did I want something more to happen? No, it’s too soon for that stuff. I think I feel comfortable around him for the most part.

“There are times where he slips up, but he really is prioritizing my comfort. He is funny and silly that’s a bonus…. Final verdict, he’s kinda cute.” The big reaction you were expecting didn’t come, the room was drowned in silence.

“I feel like I’ve traveled back in time.” Kevin wipes an imaginary tear away.

“Am I missing something?”

“You said something very similar back then.” You look to Jacob in surprise at his answer.

“But that was her opinion after their first date. Things seem to be moving along well.” Chanhee says with a smirk on his face. You are unsure how to process this information.

“I- can we move on? I don’t know what to think right now.” You ruffle your own hair letting out a sigh.

“Alright, we’ll stop,” Kevin reassures. “But it’s time for some fun! Bring that switch out, we’re playing Mario Kart. You light up at the idea, that had been one of the things Chanhee briefly mentioned back when he showed you around the house. You never played it cause all the games were designed to be multiplayer and you figured it wouldn’t be that fun playing by yourself.

Playing was fun despite coming in last most of the time. You weren’t the one to be bad at games, that spot was reserved for Chanhee. There was no other explanation for how abysmal you were doing except, this must be part of the stuff you forgot. You had no recollection of having this game system or game, so this experience was new to you. The quartet continued to play happily.

Kevin’s phone buzzed while they were picking a different track. It’s a message from Haknyeon, saying he has the food and asking if he can come in. Kevin gives him the affirmative and one minute later he opens the door, carrying two bags of food. The game paused and everyone welcomes him back. You all decided to take a little break from playing to eat.

Everyone crowds around the coffee table conversing while eating, to your relief nothing seemed out of place, even with Haknyeon there. You were too scared to tell your friends about your fear of drifting from them because of your amnesia. You felt like as a person you had regressed, everything you heard about how you were before the accident seemed like you had everything figured out while right now you were unsure about everything. Three years of personality development were completely gone, you wondered were you even the same person. Right now though, you felt like your worries were silly, with your friends enjoying yourselves together, you were content.

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