#unexpected duo but I love it so much

[melodiousoblivionao3]

😡hug me back😡

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando and Fisi pictures that I like and enjoy a normal amount (pt. 1: 2005)

[designernishiki]

I feel like I liked yakuza 5 a lot more than most people for some reason

[heich0e]

"so... how's work?"

you accidentally click the edge of your wine glass against your teeth as you tip it back, jarred by the strange question from the man standing at your side. you swallow the tiny mouthful of wine you manage to sip, turning to look at suna in bewilderment.

"work?" you ask him incredulously. "why are you asking me about work?"

suna rintarou doesn't care about what you do for work. truthfully speaking, you're not sure he even knows what you do for work—you certainly don't remember ever telling him, and the memory would stand out quite starkly considering all you ever seem to do when you run into him is bicker with him uselessly.

suna is a friend of a friend. or a friend of some friend's ex. or something. all you know is that every so often the two of you end up at the same social event, and there's something about the guy's face that just... makes you want to pick a fight.

and he has yet to turn down your instigation.

your friends all think it's funny—like you're some kind of comedy duo, and this is your special bit—but you don't see the charm in the slightest. you suspect they've started inviting you both to events just to have some entertainment.

"what?" rintarou asks, fiddling with his cellphone in his hand—pinching it between his thumb and his ring finger while he twirls it with his index. "i'm not allowed to ask about work? isn't that normal small talk for a christmas party?"

you're a little taken aback by his words. first of all, because he's right (which you hate). second of all, because he seems strangely defensive about it.

"normal for other people, maybe," you mutter, more to yourself than anything, before taking another tiny sip of wine. you swallow it, but somehow it doesn't help the dry feeling in your mouth. you're not sure you like this particular wine, you think, as bitterness clings to your tongue. "work is... fine."

suna perks up beside you at that, and you feel his eyes on your profile like he's waiting for you to go on.

"things get, uh... things get slow this time of year, so I'm mostly just answering stupid emails and ordering gifts online while i sit at my desk." you swirl the glass of wine in your hand, watching the way that the light catches in the deep red surface. "my section chief has kids and loves the holidays, so she's been pretty checked-out lately, herself. makes it easy to get away with slacking off."

you risk a glance over at him, and are somewhat dismayed to find him listening intently.

"must be nice to get a little break," he offers.

"yeah, i guess," you reply. your words are in agreement with him, but still your brow furrows.

what the fuck is going on?

you look around the room, as though checking for a hidden camera, or some other sign that might give away what the hell this guy's motives are. but around you is simply a room of friends enjoying each other's company—sipping drinks; eating finger foods the hosts had been carefully set out to graze on; chatting amongst each other about their lives, their holiday sweaters, their work.

everything seems totally normal, other than what's transpiring in the quiet corner where you and suna rintarou find yourselves standing side by side.

"how is... your... work?" you manage to ask, though it sounds as though the question is pulled from you with considerable effort. stiff and strained in every way a question so innocuous doesn't have any right to be.

suna laughs a little under his breath, masks it with a clearly fake cough, and then rests his hand over his mouth. he's smirking. you know he is. he's revelling in every second of your discomfort like the twisted little freak he is.

you're about to tell him as much, but he cuts you off.

"it's good," he replies to your pained question with an unexpected sincerity. "we're coming up to the half-way point in the season, so training is still pretty intense. we do get a day off for the holiday though."

right, he's a volleyball player. you'd learned that upon your first meeting, before your opinion of him was quite so hostile. you remember thinking at the time that he looked like a volleyball player—tall, lean, with big hands that made the beer can he'd been holding look almost laughably small in comparison.

you glance down at those hands again, still idly fidgeting with his cellphone. he's not drinking a beer tonight, and you wonder if maybe it's because he's in the middle of his season.

you think about asking him.

but you don't.

suna seems to be waiting for you to say more, but when you don't, he continues on the conversation himself. "i thought about taking the train to hyogo for the day, but it wouldn't really make sense just to go visit for a few hours."

you take another sip of your wine. you decide that you do not in fact enjoy it.

you hum a bit, ditching your mostly full glass on the edge of a table that rests within reach. "tough to just make a day trip, especially since the weather's so..." you trail off, gesturing vaguely with your now empty hand in a way that's supposed to indicate the unreliability of the winter climate.

suna laughs.

you look at him in confusion.

"the weather?" he asks you, rubbing at his mouth again like he trying to hide the expression underneath his fingertips. it might work if his eyes didn't crinkle at the corner when he smiles. "we're talking about the weather now?"

your lips part indignantly at his jibe. he's the one who'd initiated this hellscape of small talk, and now he had the nerve to chide you for it?

"oh, i'm sorry," you guffaw, feigning remorse, "is there some pressing matter you'd rather discuss?"

rintarou dips closer to you from his greater height, and the fact that he's so much taller than you are only irritates you more.

"there is actually," he says with a nod.

"oh, yeah?" you roll your eyes, gearing up for a fight. you turn to face him properly, tilting your chin up to meet him eye to eye without wavering. "and what's that?"

"are you aware that we've been standing under mistletoe for the entirety of this conversation?"

you slowly look overhead.

like something out of a horror film, you find that for once in his life (or at least the few months you've known him) suna's chosen to say something factual. overhead, a little bundle of mistletoe has been affixed to the ceiling with a piece of tape that seems to barely be hanging on—the decoration at risk of falling at any moment.

you feel sick.

"so what?" you ask him, swallowing down that feeling of dread and maintaining (what you hope is) an air of indifference.

"so that means we're supposed to kiss," he tells you matter-of-factly, almost a bit pointedly, like he can't believe you didn't know.

"i'm aware of that," you hiss. "i don't, however, bend to the whims of plants, as a general rule."

"weird rule," he remarks, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

you feel a throb of irritation behind your eyes.

"you're the one who came over here to bother me," you point out. "if you knew there was mistletoe hanging up there, that means this is your fault."

suna shrugs a bit.

you keep going, your pulse thrumming beneath your tongue and fanning the flames of irritation churning in the pit of your stomach.

"if anything, that makes you the weird one for coming up with some scheme to trick me. we're not children. if you wanted to kiss me so bad you could have just aske—"

"can i kiss you?"

what?

"i asked if i can kiss you," rintarou says, and you're not sure if that means you voiced your thought aloud or it was just plainly written across your face. he inches closer to you, and though you would usually shift away to accommodate for the intrusion, the table where you'd discarded your glass of wine keeps you mostly trapped in place. pinned. cornered. "you said that if i wanted to kiss you, i should ask. so, i'm asking if i can kiss you."

why?

suna sighs after a moment of contemplating the look of abject shock on your features, slumping forward and resting his forehead on the wall beside your head, caging you against the wall with his lanky frame. you can't breathe with him this close—too startled by the proximity and the warmth radiating from him to even think about drawing air into your lungs. too confused by this entire situation to meet your basic human needs.

"you really don't get it, do you?" he asks quietly. he's so near that you feel his words more than you hear them—especially since they were spoken so quietly just next to your ear.

"get what?" your own voice sounds distant—sounds strange—to you when you finally manage to speak.

suna pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, and you're shocked to see just how pink his face is. he looks mortified—and desperate—as his eyes find yours. he tilts his face towards you, and when he speaks again you feel the warmth of his breath break against your lips.

"you're the only person in this room who i'd enjoy listening to talk about the weather."

and it's not until much later, when the lingering bitterness from the wine has been replaced by something much sweeter (though entirely unexpected) on your tongue, that you realize rintarou was the only person in the room tall enough to reach the ceiling.

a/n: for nana, who forced me to write this entirely against my will but whom i love dearly in spite of it

[crheativity]

Mc/Yuu that when given genuine affection from their friends such as a small gift or just being told that they enjoy being around them, they just get really quiet and look at their friend with shock and disbelief, tearing up a little bit and just going "...oh..." in a real small voice.

Bonus points if they're not usually emotional like this.

It would be fun if it was the overblot gang since they just got some gifts themselves, or maybe ADeuce duo...idk man, I just want some wholesome friendship, I feel like there aren't enough fics like that in this fandom-

WARNINGS: Can be read as platonic or romantic, some of these might be longer/shorter than others, all of them care about you but (almost) all of them are bad with Emotions. also there are slight references to book 6 in Idia’s section if you squint

COMMENTS: AWH this is such a cute idea! And yes, there should definitely be more wholesome, platonic fics! Also, sorry these are short D:

Wait, crap, you’re tearing up? He just got you a present- are you okay?? He’s low key worried about you, unsure if this is just you being extremely excited about his (amazing) gift or if there’s something else going on. Either way, he’s quick to figure it out and reassure you as best he can. He’s torn between feeling bad about making you cry and being happy you liked his present so much. Either way, he pulls you into a hug and rubs patterns into your back until you feel better.

You’re crying?! Ohhhh crap oh crap oh crap- he doesn’t know what to do! Was his present that bad-? Once you reassure him and tell him you love it, he relaxes a little bit but is still clearly distressed. He isn’t very good at figuring out why you’re reacting this way, but his genuine care for you shines through and helps you feel a little more comfortable in his own way.

Wh-what?? Did he do something wrong-? He did a bunch of research, so he had assumed that this gift would be something you’d appreciate, not tear up over! Riddle is. Confused. And scared. He’s new to this whole “having friends” thing, and he thinks very highly of you, so the thought of messing up is pretty scary. He’s at quite a loss of what to do. When you reassure him and tell him you’re okay, he’s very relieved. He makes a note of how much you appreciated the gift and is determined to do more for you. If he has to get used to having friends, he wants you to get used to receiving the affection you deserve, too.

Awh, come on. You’re seriously tearing up over this? He ruffles your hair affectionately, giving you space to process your emotions while staying nearby. He doesn’t quite get what all the fuss is about - all he knows is he got you something and then you “exploded into tears” (you did not, he’s exaggerating). He sits with you until you feel better and tries to think of ways he could give you stuff without you “freaking out” like this. Maybe some money left in your pockets would be a good idea…

As soon as you tear up, he wants to go hide in his octo-pot. He knew it, it was a stupid idea. He should’ve gone with the other present idea, maybe then you’d be less disappointed. If you even still want to be friends with him after this. The moment you explain that you’re really happy, however, his mood does a complete 180, attempting to both comfort you and gloat a little at the same time. He would pat you a little awkwardly on the shoulder, wanting to express he appreciated your vulnerability. He’s definitely making notes on things he could spoil you with.

He freezes. Dang, he thought it was something you’d like. If not, that’s okay, he did keep the receipt. You can take it back to the store and get a refund if you’d- oh? You liked it? He’s another one that would try to comfort you and feel smug at the same time. The thought of making anyone but particularly you so happy is a little jarring to him, and your way of expressing emotions is definitely unexpected, but he’s glad he got you this. Maybe he’ll get you something better next time.

For once, Vil is speechless. For a moment he just kinda stands there in surprise, before sweeping you into his arms for a hug - completely ignoring how his clothes might crinkle. He didn’t think you would react that way, and - although he’s pretty sure you’re happy - he wants to comfort you anyway. Once you confirm you’re actually happy, he thinks your reaction is sweet and endearing and pure. He’s definitely buying you more things if this is your reaction to it,

The moment you say “oh” and start to tear up he’s internally going say sike rn. Bro was not prepared for Emotions. He can hardly handle his own feelings, why’d fate dump him with someone else’s?! Especially since they belong to someone he cares about. He’s not real good with other people, let alone taking care of them. He wishes Ortho was here - he could google Top 10 Ways To Comfort A Friend Who Randomly Starts Crying. Idia kinda just ends up patting your entire head awkwardly and saying “there there” through his tablet. He knows it’s pathetic, okay?

He’s utterly confused. He followed the Human Customs of buying a gift for someone you care about, why are you displaying a negative reaction? Was the gift not satisfactory? Lilia said this would be enough, although perhaps he should’ve gone with his original plan and bought you significantly more. Were you perhaps disappointed? Once you reassure him, he almost laughs. He thinks your reaction was very cute, he will be buying you significantly more things. Prepare yourself.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[riririnnnn]

More random things in Blue Lock I find endearing:

-> Telepathy

There is something really sweet about knowing someone so well that you don't even need to verbally speak to them. The above panel is just so heartwarming—I really want what they have.

-> Mothers

I'm so happy that Mothers in this Manga actually look like Women who are Mothers to a High School-er and don't just look like High School-ers themselves.

You might say, "Oh, but it's only a few lines on their faces that make them look old!"

...

And that's point—it's easy af to make characters who actually look like Mothers and yet there are so many Mangas out there who fail to do this.

If you know, you know.

-> Hi-five!

Just look at them. Just look. Just. Look. At. Them.

Do I need to say something else?

It's the main reason why I don't want Neru to get out of NEL—I want more of these cuties to interact!!

-> Frenemies in U-20

The above interactions are so wholesome, you know. Like, it's very hard to explain, but the above scenes are just so heartwarming to me.

Rin was trying to cheer up Isagi in his own cold ways!

While considering how Isagi was so adamant on crushing Rin at the start, it's just so precious to see him being the first one to go congratulate Rin for his goal with a freaking HUG! And it just wasn't a normal hug, it was a DIVE-IN!

Boys please resolve your issues.

-> Two Duos

The way Reo looks at Nagi with concern and the way Yukimiya's arm is stretched out to give Isagi some kind of support—everything about this is pure wholesome.

Nagi-Reo was expected, but Yukimiya-Isagi was something unexpected.

Also the way Nagi is just: (O x O)

LOL.

-> Meanwhile this idiot (affectionate)

I hate this Bastard (I love him). He is such a menace. I'll smack him (I'll smooch his forehead). I'll whoop his ass if I get a chance (For real).

Did he just fly down from somewhere though?

Hey there, Chigiri.

-> Ubers PT - 2

You know, if you think over it, then Ubers have the most random ass characters together—

A tyrannical King

A 15 years old weeb

A glam can-be vogue model

A womaniser

A wannabe womaniser

And Lorenzo

and yet they are the team that feels the most family-like.

I adore them so much.

-> Unfaithful gentleman

When the Blue Lock-ers Vs U-20 was happening in the Bowling area, he was the first (and only) one who went to the registration counter—this behaviour just screams, "CAPTAIN!"

But on a second thought, I think his ahh just wanted an excuse to talk with the ladies behind the counter.

I just know he is such a smooth talker that you'll melt like a butter in a hot pan.

Someone get his ass!

-> Trust

It's one of those things that only a handful of people can understand and that is Kaiser trusting Ness to cut his hair.

Further, the way Kaiser opened up about himself feels bittersweet when you think about his backstory.

I hope those theories that revolved around Ness leaving Kaiser for Isagi never comes true.

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Part: 1, 2, 4.

[mylovesstuffs]

Objection, Your Honor ! – Lee Chan

Genre: Non-idol au, legal au, detective-prosecutor au, workplace romance and enemies to lovers

Pairing: Dino × fem!reader

Content: Office romance, crime-solving duo/trio, tension, banter, flawed characters, detective/prosecutor dynamic, explicit sexual content MDNI! strong language, intense arguments, suggestive comments, making out, lotssss of kissing, Dino is cocky, reader loses her patience 99% of the time

Word count: 8657 words

A/N: Had to add the word razor every chance I got, lol. I expanded this picture of him with ai since it didn’t fit before. I changed his hair strands, skin, and stuff—and even his eye lenses myself meticulously (not ai). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and please reblog :( and happiest birthday to our Dino! He’s amazing just the way he is—so full of energy, talent, and charm that he never fails to inspire us all. I hope this year brings him nothing but happiness, success, and moments where he feels truly proud of everything he’s accomplished. He’s one of a kind, and the world is brighter because of him. I’m still waiting for him to give me a chance, though...

The slam of the file against your desk was so loud it nearly toppled your coffee mug. You flinched but didn’t look up immediately. No, acknowledging theatrics only fed the beast. Instead, you calmly capped your pen, setting it down with deliberate precision. He hated when you did this—acted like you had all the time in the world when he came storming in.

“You’re welcome for the heart attack,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You exhaled slowly through your nose before finally glancing up. There he was, Detective Lee Chan—better known as Dino, the human embodiment of caffeine and stupidity. His tie was undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he had that same infuriating smirk plastered on his face, as if he’d just solved the mystery of the universe.

“Detective,” you said with a polite nod, lacing your voice with as much fake sweetness as you could muster. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this… unexpected visit?”

“I brought you a gift,” he said, sliding the file closer to you. “A slam-dunk case. You’ll love it. All the evidence is right there. Can’t miss.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Last time you said that, I spent three weeks untangling jurisdiction issues. Do you even know how many late nights I had to pull because of you?”

Dino wasn’t actually an idiot no matter how many reckless decisions he makes. His instincts were razor-sharp, his record impeccable, and annoyingly enough he was usually right when it mattered. Last month, for example, his so-called ‘gut feeling’ about a drug ring being connected to a string of convenience store robberies was spot-on. His lead cracked open a case that had stumped everyone else for months. But damn if his delivery didn’t make you want to strangle him sometimes.

Dino, unbothered by your skepticism. “Yeah, but we nailed that drug ring, didn’t we?”

You hated when he was right and he knew it. “Fine,” you muttered, pulling the top file toward you and flipping it open. A mid-level burglary case, nothing too flashy at first glance. But as you skimmed through his notes, it was tight, methodical, and annoyingly thorough—you spotted the potential for something bigger.

“This better not be a ‘just trust me’ situation,” you said, glancing up at him. “If I’m staying late over this, it better pay off.”

He grinned, pushing off the desk. “Relax, Prosecutor. You know I don’t miss. This one’s airtight.”

And the thing that frustrated you most was that, you knew he was probably right. Dino didn’t swing unless he knew he’d hit the target. But it didn’t mean you had to let him bask in the glory without making him sweat first.

Now you opened the next file flipping through the pages. But this time the further you read, the deeper the pit in your stomach grew. And not in a good way. This wasn’t a slam dunk. It wasn’t even a half-hearted layup.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, shaking your head as you thumbed through the mess of paperwork. “You interrogated the suspect without a lawyer present?”

He shrugged. “He didn’t ask for one.”

You gave him an exasperated look. “You didn’t inform him of his rights properly, did you?”

“Details, details.”

“And this eyewitness? The one who conveniently claims they saw the suspect fleeing the scene? They’re twelve, Dino. Twelve.”

“Kids are observant!” he protested.

“They’re also notoriously unreliable in court. Oh, and let’s not forget this,” you said, holding up a grainy surveillance photo that looked like it had been taken with a potato. “Is this your so-called smoking gun? Because it could literally be anyone.”

Dino, arms crossed, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just presented you with a flaming dumpster fire disguised as a case. “You’re missing the point.”

“Am I?”

“Yes!” He sat up, his chair scraping against the floor. “The point is, this guy is guilty. I know it. You know it. Hell, even he knows it. Why are you so hung up on the technicalities?”

“Technicalities?” you repeated, your voice rising despite your best efforts. “You mean the law? The thing we’re both supposedly here to uphold?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, spare me the lecture. Do you even care about justice, or is paperwork your true love?”

Your jaw tightened. “Do you even care about rules, or is your brain just made of air?”

The words hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot. For a minute, neither of you spoke, the tension between you crackling like a live wire.

There was a reason the firm always paired you with Dino for the cases no one else could touch, the ones buried under decades of dust or tangled in enough red tape to suffocate an entire department. It wasn’t because you liked each other—oh, God, no. The mere sight of Dino’s cocky smirk had you fantasizing about slamming his face into your meticulously organized desk. And you were pretty sure your obsession with the rulebook made him consider hurling you off the nearest courthouse steps.

No, the firm didn’t stick you together because you worked well; they did it because you got results.

Dino was a wildcard in the courtroom. He was reckless in a way that somehow always paid off. He’d bend every rule in the book, dive headfirst into risks that no sane professional would take, and then, just when everyone thought he was about to crash and burn, he’d pull off a result so airtight it left no room for appeal. To him, the law wasn’t some sacred structure but a weapon to be wielded, a chessboard where his unpredictable moves kept everyone including you on edge. But then there was you: the polar opposite. Where Dino thrived on improvisation, you thrived on preparation. Every motion you filed was flawless. Every precedent cited, every objection raised, was calculated. You built cases brick by brick, layering facts, timelines, and evidence until there was no room for doubt. You didn’t gamble, didn’t deviate, didn’t take risks. You didn’t need to because your method was bulletproof.

So, of course, throwing the two of you together was a recipe for war. You didn’t just clash; you collided like two freight trains on a collision course. Dino would rush into a strategy meeting late, armed with some half-baked plan, reeking of coffee and audacity, while you’d already drafted three versions of the closing argument. You’d roll your eyes at his recklessness; he’d scoff at your obsession with boring technicalities. It wasn’t just your approaches that set you off, though. It was the way he got under your skin. Dino had this uncanny ability to needle you in just the right way. He’d make some offhand comment about your obsession with color-coded spreadsheets or the way you probably alphabetized your sock drawer and you’d feel your blood pressure skyrocket. But you weren’t innocent, either. You knew exactly how to press his buttons, whether it was calling his brilliant-but-illegal idea juvenile or quietly rephrasing his arguments in court to make them admissible without giving him credit. And yet as much as you hated each other, the firm couldn’t stop throwing you together. Those cases where everything was on the line, went to you and Dino. Why? Because for all the throat-slitting arguments, for all the nights you spent slamming doors and trading insults that could scorch earth, you delivered. Together.

It wasn’t pretty. Your fights were the stuff of office legend. Once, he stormed into your workspace at 2 a.m. after you’d rejected one of his leads as ‘inadmissible garbage.’ You’d stood toe-to-toe, voices raised to the point that security came by to check if someone was being assaulted. Another time, you’d shredded one of his witness strategies so thoroughly in a meeting that the room fell silent. Dino didn’t speak to you for three days after that which, honestly, was the most peaceful stretch of your career. But whenever you were on a case together, something just clicked. Dino’s instincts and risk-taking cracked open doors that no amount of careful planning ever could. Meanwhile, your meticulous follow-through turned his madcaps into something actionable. It was maddening, really. He’d drag you into situations so precarious they felt like career suicide, and you’d spend hours, sometimes days, pulling everything back from the brink. But in the end it always paid off.

Take the Serrano case, for example. A cold case involving a missing heiress, dismissed as a dead end by everyone else. Dino had dragged you into some dilapidated motel off the interstate to interrogate a retired cop. The guy’s statement wasn’t even admissible, and you told Dino as much, several times, in increasingly colorful language. But damned if Dino didn’t come away with a critical piece of information: the location of a long-abandoned storage locker. The locker led to evidence, which led to a confession, which led to a headline-making conviction. And as much as you hated to admit it, the case would’ve gone nowhere without his reckless brilliance. Of course, Dino never let you live it down. “You’re welcome,” he’d say, that shit-eating grin plastered across his face as if he hadn’t nearly given you an ulcer.

The truth was, you couldn’t stand Dino because you saw what made him dangerous: he was too smart for his own good. He didn’t play by the rules because he didn’t need to. He could charm his way out of trouble, think on his feet, and pull victories out of situations that should’ve been unwinnable. And that terrified you, because it made you question everything you believed about the law, about order, about the system you’d built your entire career on. And Dino couldn’t stand you because you represented everything he hated: authority, rigidity, rules. He thought you were too stuck in your ways to see the bigger picture, too concerned with ticking boxes to actually fight for justice. He saw your meticulousness as a cage, not a strength. You didn’t see eye to eye, you barely saw each other as human but when it came to the job, you were a fucking force of nature. And that’s what made working with Dino so antagonizing. Because for all the fights, all the late-night shouting matches, there was a small, annoying part of you that knew you wouldn’t want anyone else by your side in the trenches. You both respected each other. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but deep down, you knew Dino wasn’t just reckless; he was brilliant. And he knew you weren’t just a stickler for rules; you were a goddamn powerhouse in the courtroom.

So, the firm kept throwing you together, because when you weren’t busy trying to rip each other’s throats out, you were unstoppable. And that was the most infuriating part of all.

“I care about catching culprits,” Dino said finally, his voice quieter but no less intense. “That’s my job. And I’m damn good at it. So maybe you could try trusting me for once instead of nitpicking every little thing I do.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. There was something about the way he looked at you, equal parts frustration and something you didn’t want to name or maybe it was just you. “You think I don’t trust you?” your voice low. “This isn’t about trust, Dino. We need to do it the right way. Because if we don’t, the culprits walk. And that’s on you.”

He didn’t respond immediately, just held your gaze, his dark brown eyes searching yours. It was maddening, the way he could make you feel like the bad guy when he was the one who barged in here with his half-baked case and his cocky attitude.

Finally, he stepped, grabbing both files off your desk. “Fine,” he said, his tone clipped. “You want it done your way? Have it your way. But don’t come crying to me when this guy slips through your fingers.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving you alone in your office with nothing but the sound of your own ragged breathing and the faint smell of his cologne lingering in the air.

God, you hated him.

…Right?

Two

The crime scene smelled like damp concrete and stale cigarettes. The flickering fluorescent light overhead made the whole place feel like a bad noir film except the lead detective was a walking disaster, and you were too pissed off to even pretend to care about aesthetics.

You arrived late, thanks to traffic and Dino conveniently forgetting to send you the exact location until the last minute. When you finally pushed through the throng of officers, there he was, doing exactly what he wasn’t supposed to do.

“Are you kidding me?” you snapped as you stormed over, heels clicking sharply against the cracked pavement.

Dino was leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, arms crossed, smirking at the suspect he’d cornered—a wiry guy with a nervous tic and shifty eyes. The kind of guy whose lawyer would have a field day with this.

“Prosecutor,” Dino drawled, straightening up when he saw you. “Glad you could join us. You missed all the fun.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you bit out. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like?” he said, gesturing to the suspect, who looked like he wanted to melt into the wall. “I’m getting answers. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Your jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “You’re not supposed to be interrogating him yet! We don’t even have his lawyer present—”

Dino cut you off with a dismissive wave. “Relax. He waived his right to a lawyer.”

You turned to the suspect, your voice controlled but wanting to cut throats. “Did you actually waive your right, or did he pressure you into saying that?”

“I—uh—” the guy stammered, his eyes darting between you and Dino like he was watching a tennis match.

“Don’t answer that,” Dino interrupted, stepping in front of the suspect like some overprotective guard dog, which you kinda agree with since he is a dog. “You’re not his lawyer.”

“And you’re not a fucking prosecutor!” you almost shouted, stepping closer, practically nose-to-nose with him now. “Detective, do you have any idea how much you’ve jeopardized this case? This isn’t some TV cop drama where you can just rough someone up and hope it sticks!”

Dino’s smirk widened, which only made you angrier. “You’re so uptight, I’m surprised your shoes don’t file complaints against you.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from the guy who probably keeps a bail fund in his back pocket,” you sneered. “And for the record, I’m shocked you haven’t been arrested for stupidity yet.”

He laughed, low and irritatingly amused. “You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?”

You felt your face heat up, though whether it was from rage or the way his voice dipped just slightly on the word cute, you refused to analyze. “Don’t,” you warned, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t you dare try to turn this into one of your pathetic jokes. This is serious, Dino. You’ve completely screwed my angle for the prosecution!”

“And what angle would that be?” he shot back. “Letting this guy lawyer up and walk out the door before we can get anything useful? You’re too busy playing by the rules to actually win.”

“You think winning means cutting corners and breaking the law?”

“I think winning means putting culprits behind bars,” he said, his voice hard now. “But hey, maybe that’s just me. What do I know, right? I’m just the reckless idiot who actually works the streets.”

Oh, God, you hated him. And right now, you hated him even more for standing too close, for taking up too much space in the already suffocating air between you. Your heart pounded so loudly it drowned out reason, a deep, thrumming beat that you were sure he could hear. You prayed he couldn’t, but Dino always noticed things he wasn’t supposed to. It pressed against your skin, heated and unrelenting, until it felt like the walls might cave in from the sheer force of it. He didn’t move, of course. He never did. And you couldn’t decide if you wanted to step back to get some air or close the too-small space entirely, if only to finally shut him up. It was never just about the law with him, never just about his tendency to play fast and loose with the rules while you meticulously dotted every i and crossed every t.

You glared at him, the tension crackled between you like a live wire, sharp and dangerous. For a split second, you wondered what would happen if you closed the already too-small space between you.

Would he flinch? Would you?

His eyes darted to your mouth for the briefest of moments, a flicker, gone almost as soon as it happened. But it was enough. Your breath caught, and your stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with anger.

Fuck.

No. Absolutely not.

You took a deliberate step back, breaking whatever the hell that was. “We’re done here,” you said, your voice clipped. “And don’t even think about pulling this kind of shit again, or I swear to God—”

“Relax, babygirl,” he said, holding up his hands to mock. “I’ll play nice. Scout’s honor.”

“Like you were ever a Boy Scout,” you muttered, brushing past him. As you walked away, you felt his gaze linger on your back, heavy and unrelenting. It made your skin prickle in a way you hated.

-

The precinct’s parking lot was quiet except for the muffled sounds of traffic in the distance and the faint buzz of a streetlamp overhead. You had barely made it halfway to your car when you heard footsteps behind you, quick and purposeful.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” Dino called out, his voice carrying easily through the still night air.

You stopped, gripping your bag tighter before turning around slowly, your expression set in stone. “What do you want now, Dino? Haven’t you ruined enough for one day?”

He strode up to you, hands in his pockets, that damn smirk plastered across his face like he had all the energy in the world to piss you off. “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe, Prosecutor. Wouldn’t want you tripping over your own self-righteousness in the dark.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. “Touching. Truly. I’m overwhelmed by your chivalry, Detective”

“Yeah, well,” he said, stepping closer, “someone’s gotta look out for you. You’re too busy being uptight to notice when you’re walking into traffic.”

You glared at him, your pulse spiking as he invaded your space yet again. “Funny coming from the guy who bulldozes through cases like a goddamn wrecking ball. Do you ever stop to think, or is ‘consequences’ just not in your vocabulary?”

Dino smirked, his voice dropping to a cocky drawl. “You’re good at running your mouth. Maybe someone should put it to better use.”

The words hit you like a slap, heat rushing to your face before you could stop it. “Excuse me?” you snapped, stepping closer, practically daring him to repeat himself.

“You heard me,” he said, tilting his head, his eyes dark and glinting under the streetlight. “Look at you—so sure you’re in control. So convinced you’ve got everything figured out. But you’re just begging for someone to put you in your place.”

Your breath hitched, fury, sharper and hotter—coiling in your chest. “You think you’re that someone?” you hissed. “Please. You couldn’t handle me if you tried.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “You think you can handle me?” He leaned in, close enough that you could smell the faint trace of his cologne, something woodsy and infuriatingly intoxicating. “You’re cute. I could bring you to your knees before you can even blink. And I’d love to see you there.”

The audacity of him, the sheer arrogance, sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through your veins. “You’re delusional,” you spat, shoving at his chest, though it felt more like swatting at a brick wall. “I wouldn’t kneel for you if my life depended on it.”

Dino grinned, sharp and predatory. “You talk a big game, but you’re all bark and no bite. Face it, you hate that you can’t control me.”

“I hate that you exist,” your voice shaking with anger.

The space between you crackling with an energy that was equal parts infuriating and magnetic. His eyes bored into yours, daring you to look away, to back down, but you refused to give him the satisfaction.

Finally, you stepped back, breaking the spell. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of your chest. “Stay out of my cases, Dino. This is the last time I’m cleaning up your mess.”

He laughed, low and unrepentant. “Sure thing, babygirl. Whatever you say.”

You whirled around and marched to your car, your hands trembling as you unlocked the door. As you slid into the driver’s seat, you could see him pulling his middle finger up at you. That bastard was going to be the death of you.

Three

The morning was already too early, and you were fighting the urge to strangle the first person who dared speak to you. The courtroom smelled like the stale coffee that had long gone cold, and the air felt thick, like it was waiting for something to go wrong. You had a long day ahead, one that started with you walking into the courthouse, still wiping sleep out of your eyes trying to make sense of the case that had already given you a goddamn headache.

You reached your desk, scanning the papers in front of you, mentally prepping for the battle ahead you were about to step into. Not today though, today you were placing your trust in your colleague, Prosecutor Jeonghan.

"Morning, hotshot!" Seungkwan's voice cut through the haze, a little too chipper for the crack of dawn. Your bestie aka the only person who could somehow manage to brighten the darkest corners of a place like this. He grinned as he plopped into the chair next to you, tossing a coffee your way. "You ready to face the disaster that is Dino today?"

"Is anyone ever ready for that?" you muttered, rubbing your temples as you took a sip. "I don't even think I can handle his nasty face right now."

Seungkwan's eyes gleamed. "Oh, come on, you love it. You just won't admit it."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t respond. You both knew it wasn’t that simple, but for the sake of today, you weren’t going to unpack the mess that was your relationship with Dino. It had enough layers to rival an onion, and right now you didn’t have time to cry over the metaphorical scent.

"Alright, you two," Seungcheol, the chief officer assigned to the case and both of your close friend, chimed in with a grin as he entered, stretching his arms. "Get ready for some fireworks. Dino's already pissing off the defense lawyer out there. And honestly, Jeonghan looks proud."

Jeonghan was a menace, no doubt about it, but he was also a goddamn genius. He was the kind of prosecutor who could make you question your career choices every time you shared a courtroom. He wasn’t just a menace; he was a finely tuned madness wrapped in a tailored suit, armed with a smirk that said, I know something you don’t. And he probably did. If there was anyone you’d trust to handle something when you couldn’t or just flat-out refused—it was him. He had the kind of street smarts you couldn’t teach, an instinct for reading people that felt almost psychic at times. Jeonghan wasn’t loud or brash like Dino, but his calm, almost predatory confidence was just as hot. He wasn’t just clever, he was deviously resourceful. If evidence didn’t align perfectly, Jeonghan would find a way to weave it into a narrative that made the jury sit up straighter, lean in closer and eat out of his hand. He didn’t play dirty, not technically, but he’d push right up against the edge of what was permissible, flashing that gremlin smile like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Witnesses loved him, judges respected him, and opposing counsel fucking feared him. And rightly so. Jeonghan didn’t just know the law—he understood the game behind it. He could charm the pants off a room full of skeptics, make them see the story he wanted them to see, and by the time they realized what he’d done, the verdict was already sealed. It wasn’t just skill, it was an art form, and Jeonghan painted masterpieces every time he stepped into the courtroom.

Pairing him with Dino was like setting a match to gasoline. Dino’s reckless energy, combined with Jeonghan’s calculated cunning, created a dynamic so volatile it was a miracle the courthouse hadn’t burned down yet with their play. And of course they got results—high-profile convictions, airtight arguments but working anywhere near them felt like trying to wrangle wild animals while they smugly watched you struggle. Jeonghan was a brilliant menace.

Opposing counsel hated going up against you, Dino, and Jeonghan—a nightmare trio they couldn't outrun. And your firm adored the chaos you three brought to court because, no matter how unconventional the methods, you always delivered wins. You were the dream team they loved, and everyone else feared.

Of course, Dino was already making waves and teaming up with Jeonghan. But now it was only a matter of time before he turned this courtroom into his personal wrestling ring, but the last person he wanted to tangle with? You.

The doors to the courtroom slammed open with a force that could’ve been felt from a mile away. Dino walked in and right beside him was Jeonghan. You could already hear the sound of your blood pressure rising just by the sight of him. He had that look in his eyes, the one that meant he was about to do something ridiculous, something reckless, something that would make you regret ever agreeing to work with him in the first place.

"Morning, sunshine!" he called out as he passed by your table. “Hope you’re ready for this shitshow. You sure you don't want to be the one to put this case to bed?”

You shot him a look that could’ve frozen hell over, narrowing your eyes. "You're not gonna win this case, Dino. Not if charm’s the only thing you’re bringing to the table. Leave it to Jeonghan"

“Oh, don’t drag me into this,” Jeonghan chimed, “I’m just here to look good and clean up your messes later.”

“Careful," he smirked, leaning forward on the back of your chair, his breath hot against your ear. "I might actually win this case with my charm alone. He trusts me."

Jeonghan snorted. “I trust you to do one thing, Dino. Create chaos. Which is great for me, really. Makes me look even better when I swoop in and save the day.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you gritted your teeth. “Maybe if charm was evidence, you’d be a star witness. And Jeonghan, let’s not pretend you’re not just here for the applause."

Though the snide remark hung between you and Dino like smoke, thick and suffocating as he flashed that cocky grin of his, god, it was maddening how much you wanted to punch it off his face. But there was no time for that. You were in a courtroom, surrounded by a crowd of people who didn’t give two shits about your personal grudges. They were just waiting for the show to begin. And right now, the show was all about Dino and his charming ass.

The judge entered, and the room fell into a hush as the proceedings began adjusted to the presence of authority. But that didn’t stop the tension from simmering, especially at your table. Jeonghan handled the case with the precision of a surgeon. Every argument he made was razor-sharp, every point calculated to perfection. Watching him in action was like witnessing a masterclass in courtroom strategy. You felt a swell of pride, not that you’d ever admit it out loud, of course. Jeonghan didn’t need the ego boost. Then there was Dino. While Jeonghan worked the courtroom with elegance and finesse, Dino seemed hellbent on bulldozing his way through the defense with pure, unfiltered madness. Subtlety? Restraint? Professional decorum? Not Dino’s style. Instead, he was practically throwing barbed comments that bordered on outright insults. The poor defense counsel looked like they were ready to crawl under the table. And the judge was not having it. Dino had already earned himself two warnings within the first twenty minutes, and judging by the way the gavel slammed down after his latest stunt, he was this close to being thrown out. But did that stop him? Of course not. This was Dino we’re talking about—a man who seemed to thrive on walking the razor-thin line between brilliance and complete courtroom anarchy.

You sat back, arms crossed, watching the spectacle unfold. Jeonghan remained the picture of calm, seamlessly pivoting between making his case and finely cleaning up Dino’s messes, all while maintaining that smug composure. It was clear why you trusted Jeonghan to handle things when you weren’t in the mood or the mental space to deal with the circus. Unlike Dino, Jeonghan knew how to work a courtroom without turning it into a WWE match.

-

The courtroom cafeteria was unusually crowded today. You sat at the corner table, papers spread out in front of you, pretending to focus on work but really just avoiding small talk. The last thing you needed was to deal with someone interrupting your already thin patience.

That was, until Jeonghan slid into the seat across from you, his signature gremlin smile firmly in place. He looked too smug for someone who just wrapped up a grueling morning session in the courtroom. “What?” you asked, not bothering to hide the irritation in your tone.

“Relax, I’m here to bask in my own brilliance,” he replied, helping himself to the coffee you had been saving for yourself. You watched as he sipped it like he’d earned it, the audacity rolling off him in waves. The worst part was that he had earned it. Jeonghan was the only person in the firm who could win a case and steal your coffee in the same breath, and somehow, you wouldn’t want to slap him for it. Well, not entirely.

Just as you were about to retort, Seungcheol appeared, dropping a folder on the table with a thud. He looked like someone who had been wrangling a circus all day, because that's exactly what working with Dino felt like. “You’re welcome,” he said without preamble, flopping into the seat beside you. “I just spent the last hour keeping Dino from getting held in contempt.”

You snorted, finally peeling your eyes away from your notes. “That’s a full-time job.”

“He’s a trouble,” Seungcheol muttered, running a hand down his face. “And somehow, I’m the one who gets roped into damage control every time.”

Jeonghan leaned back, clearly amused. “Oh, please, as if you don't bully him enough.”

Before Seungcheol could argue, Dino appeared for the briefest moment, swaggering past your table. He shot you a grin that was one part arrogance, two parts trouble, and called out, “Don’t miss me too much!” as he disappeared into the crowd.

You didn’t even bother responding. Seungcheol groaned. “See? That’s what I’m dealing with.”

Jeonghan laughed softly, shaking his head before turning back to you. “Anyway, how’s your prep going? Or are you too busy glaring at Dino to focus?”

You rolled your eyes, shoving your notes into a folder. “Prep’s fine. Unlike some people, I don’t need to cause a spectacle to win.”

Jeonghan just grinned, and Seungcheol, despite his exhaustion, chuckled. The dynamic was exhausting but damn, did it work.

The case in front of you was messy, layered with too many moving parts. Fraud, bribery, and a corporate paper trail so convoluted it felt like the legal equivalent of untangling Christmas lights. But somehow, between you, Jeonghan, and, yes, even Dino, things were starting to click. Slowly. Painfully

Jeonghan had already pointed out the glaring inconsistency in the timelines. The CEO of the accused company had claimed to be in Beijing during a key transaction, but Jeonghan’s eye caught a discrepancy in a hotel invoice. The CEO had, in fact, checked out two days earlier than he’d testified, meaning he was likely back in the city, orchestrating the whole thing. It was the kind of detail that could unravel a defense if played correctly. You had pieced together a pattern in the financial documents. The bribes weren’t direct transfers, too obvious for someone this slick. But they were funneled through fake consulting fees paid to shell companies. Shell companies you’d traced back to one of the CEO’s close associates. And Dino, well, credit where it’s due, the guy was a bloodhound when it came to witnesses. He’d managed to corner a junior executive who had been ready to deny everything until Dino dropped a few too-specific details about her involvement. Turns out, she had been the one handling the encrypted emails. Dino had gotten her to crack, and now she was teetering on the edge of flipping. Honestly, his ability to charm, intimidate, and outmaneuver people in the same breath was too impressive.

Seungcheol leaned back, rubbing his temples as he reviewed the stack of papers in front of him. Even he had to admit it was a strong case, and Seungcheol rarely handed out compliments. “This might actually work,” he muttered, almost to himself.

You glanced at Jeonghan, who was already scribbling something onto a legal pad, his mind a thousand steps ahead as always. Across the room, Dino was on the phone, probably sweet-talking the junior exec into handing over more details.

Four

The precinct always smelled like stale coffee and paperwork—if paperwork had a smell, that is. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was home. Or, at least, the kind of home where you constantly wanted to throw someone through a window. And today that someone was Dino, like he wasn’t a full-grown ass man but a goddamn trouble magnet with a badge.

The day had already been a shitshow. Another interview, another suspect who thought they could outsmart the system or worse, you. And it didn’t help that Dino, of all people, had been in the room, throwing in his little side comments like he was auditioning for a buddy cop movie. By the time you stormed out of the interrogation room, you were one bad comment away from losing your badge and your mind.

You headed straight for the coffee machine, the ancient beast that churned out something vaguely resembling caffeine. The cups were paper-thin, the sugar was always clumped, and the cream, if you could call it that, came in those little pods that looked like they expired sometime in the 90s. But it was coffee, and you needed it.

God, you needed it.

Just as you finished pouring your first cup and reached for a sugar packet, he appeared. You didn’t even have to look. You felt him like a storm cloud rolling in, all smug energy and shitty cologne.

“Rough day?” Dino’s voice was way too cheery for someone who had spent the last two hours watching you get stonewalled by a suspect.

You didn’t even glance at him. “Fuck off, Lee.”

Dino laughed, that low, grating chuckle that made you want to slam the coffee pot over his head. “That’s no way to talk to a teammate.”

You turned to glare at him, your hands still gripping the coffee cup like it was the only thing keeping you from committing a crime. “Teammate? You sat there and let me handle the entire interview while you played with your pen like a goddamn child.”

“I was observing,” he said, slanting against the counter. His first two buttons were unbuttoned, his shirt slightly wrinkled, and yet he still managed to look very confident. “You had it under control, right?”

“I had nothing under control, thanks to you, Detective.” you snapped. “Next time, maybe try contributing instead of sitting there like a pretty little statue.”

“Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” Dino smirked, and you wanted to throw your coffee at him.

Before you could fire back, Sergeant Mingyu walked in, a towering figure with an easygoing grin. He took one look at the two of you and burst out laughing.

“Jesus Christ, you two are at it again?” Mingyu said, grabbing his own cup and shaking his head. “It’s like we're watching a rom-com, except way more violent.”

“There’s no ‘rom’ here,” you said through gritted teeth, narrowing your eyes at Dino. “Just an idiot who doesn’t know when to shut up.”

“What can I say? I’ve got a thing for dangerous women.”

“Dangerous? The only thing dangerous here is you trying to do your job,” you about to fist up.

Mingyu nearly choked on his coffee, laughing so hard he had to set his cup down. “God, Dino, you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But seriously, she’s gonna bite your head off one day.”

Dino shrugged, unbothered. “Eh, I can handle it.”

“You think you can handle it,” you muttered, turning back to the coffee machine to pour another cup.

Mingyu leaned closer, still grinning. “You know, watching you two is the best part of my day. You’re like fire and gasoline.”

“Yeah, well, one of us is about to get burned,” you said, shooting a pointed look at Dino.

That stupid smirk never leaving his face. “Alright, alright. I’ll back off. For now.”

“Good,” you said, taking a sip of your coffee and praying it would be enough to get you through the rest of the day.

Mingyu’s voice broke. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two actually like each other.”

You glared at him. “Drink your coffee, Sergeant, before I throw it at you.”

He just laughed, shaking his head as he walked away. And you just finished your coffee, trying to shake off the heat rising in your cheeks. It’s just caffeine, you told yourself. Definitely just the caffeine.

-

It was late. Too late. Everyone else had cleared out hours ago, leaving you with a mountain of work and the ghost of Detective Lee Chan's incompetence haunting your every move. You stared at the stack of reports in front of you, each one messier than the last. Half of them didn't even make sense. Who wrote "suspect maybe had a knife, or maybe it was a gun, unclear" in an official report? Oh, right-fucking Dino. If he spent half as much time actually doing his job as he did annoying the shit out of you, you might actually get some sleep tonight.

But no. Here you were. Alone. Stuck cleaning up others' mess like always.

The door opened, and you didn't even have to look up to know who it was. That air had a very distinct energy, and it was currently barreling toward you at full force.

"What the fuck, Prosecutor?" Dino's voice cut through the silence, relentless. "Why the hell haven't you signed off on the reports?"

You didn't bother looking up. "Maybe because they're a fucking disaster, Detective."

He stalked over to your desk, his presence looming, anger radiating off him in waves. You could feel it, hot and suffocating, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of looking rattled.

"They're fine,” he snapped, planting his hands on the edge of your desk and leaning in. His scent hit you, the lingering smoke of too much coffee. "You're the one holding up the case.”

You finally looked up, meeting his glare head-on. "Fine? Fine? Half of these reports read like they were written by a drunk toddler. Did you even try?"

Dino's jaw tightened, and for a second, you thought he might actually explode. "You know what, Y/N? Fuck you. I've been busting my ass on this case while you sit here with your red pen, nitpicking every goddamn detail like it's a fucking college essay."

"Fuck me?" You shot out of your chair, slamming your hands on the desk as you leaned forward to meet him halfway. "Fuck you, Dino. Maybe if you spent less time playing the charming jackass and more time actually doing your job, I wouldn't have to clean up your mess."

His eyes narrowed, his mouth curling that only fueled your rage. "You love cleaning up my messes, admit it. Gives you something to bitch about."

"Oh, I hate you so much," you hissed.

"Not as much as I hate you," he shot back, his words a challenge, his tone daring you to push further.

You were too close. You could feel the heat radiating off him, see the way his chest rose and fell with each angry breath. Your heart was pounding, your blood boiling, and suddenly—

You kissed him.

It wasn't planned. It wasn't even conscious. One second, you were glaring at him, ready to rip him apart in chicken shreds, and the next, your lips were on his, hard and unforgiving. He froze for half a second before kissing you back just as fiercely, his hands flying up to grip your waist as if he'd been waiting for this moment all along.

"What the fuck are we doing?" Dino muttered against your mouth, his voice breathless but laced with that same infuriating cockiness.

"Shut up," you snapped, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer.

He kissed you harder, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a way that made your stomach flip. "I'd rather kiss a cactus than deal with you, but here we are."

You pulled back just enough to glare at him. "You'd deserve the cactus."

"Yeah? Well, I'll shove that cactus down your throat if you keep talking," he shot back as his hands slid lower, gripping your hips like he never wanted to let go.

"Try it," you countered. "And I'll bury you six feet under."

"God, you're insufferable," he growled, but his lips were back on yours before you could respond, hot and demanding, his fingers digging into your sides.

The insults didn't stop. Neither did the kissing. It was a mess, angry, chaotic, and so satisfying. Every argument, every moment of pent-up frustration, every goddamn thing you hated about him poured into each kiss, each bite, each touch. And for once, Dino wasn't the only disaster in the room. But as your back hit the desk and his hands tangled in your hair, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

So this is what it feels like to lose your fucking mind.

You barely registered the edge of the desk digging into your lower back as Dino's lips worked against yours, rough and demanding. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your spine, tugging you closer like he couldn't stand even the fraction of space between you. And you were just as bad. Your fingers clawed at his hair, pulling hard enough to make him groan, a deep, guttural sound that sent a shiver down your spine. His groan vibrated against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. You pulled his hair harder this time, relishing in the pained sound he made. But it wasn't enough.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, his breath hot. "You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?"

You didn't even hesitate. "Right back at you, Detective."

His laugh was low, dark, and entirely too cocky, but you didn't have time to bite back because his mouth was on your neck now, teeth grazing your skin in a way that had your knees threatening to give out. You hated him. You really did. But god, he was good at this. Too good.

"You're killing me," he moaned against your neck, his voice filled with desire. "The fuck kind of witchcraft are you doing right now, huh?" His lips moved up to your jawline, teeth nipping slightly.

"Is this what you do with all your coworkers?"

Dino pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "Only the ones who drive me fucking insane."

You rolled your eyes, but it was hard to keep up the attitude when his hands slid under your blouse, his palms aggressive and warm against your skin. He kissed you again, slower this time, but no less intense. Like he was savoring the moment or maybe just savoring your complete and utter loss of control. Bastard.

"God, I can't believe I'm doing this with you,” you muttered, breaking the kiss long enough to catch your breath.

"Trust me, sweetheart," Dino said, his voice low and teasing as his thumb traced lazy circles against your clothed nipple. "The feeling's mutual."

You opened your mouth to retort, but whatever snarky comment you had died on your lips as he leaned in again, his hands tightening on your waist. There was something about the way he kissed you—messy, desperate, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to fight you or devour you whole.

The desk creaked beneath you as he pressed closer, his hips slotting between your legs like he belonged there. You could feel his hard cock through his pant, could hear the hitch in his breath when you tugged at his tie to pull him even closer and pressed yet another kiss. He moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened it fervently. His hips rolled forward instinctively, grinding his hardness against you. The desk shifted under the force of his movement, scattered papers fluttering to the floor. Breaking the kiss abruptly, Dino's hands slid down to grip your hips, lifting you effortlessly onto the desk. He then again stepped between your spread thighs, intentionally pressing his clothed erection firmly against your core. He unbuttoned your shirt one-handed, pushing the material off your shoulders. His mouth dropped to capture one peaked nipple while his hands unzipped your pants slowly, pushing them down your hips along with your lace panties. He spread your thighs wider, settling between them. It was too much and not enough all at once.

"You're gonna regret this tomorrow," you said, your voice shaky but defiant as you pull him into another kiss.

Dino smirked, his lips swollen and pink, his eyes dark that made your stomach squirm. "Probably," he admitted, his fingers brushing against your clit, "But right now? I don't give a fuck."

The honesty in his voice caught you off guard, and for a second, all you could do was stare at him, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumline. But then his lips were on yours again, and whatever rational thought you'd been holding onto was gone, swept away in the chaos that was Lee Chan.

And honestly? You didn't give a fuck either.

Five

The morning after was a mess. Not because the office was chaotic, although it was but because every time you looked up, Dino was there. And every time you looked at him, you remembered.

His hands on your waist. His lips on your neck. The way he smirked at you, like he knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving you insane.

You hated him. You really did. Except, you didn’t.

He didn’t seem fazed at all. He waltzed into the precinct, throwing out cocky smirks and one-liners like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t been pressed against your desk, fucking, the night before, completely at his mercy. Bastard.

“Morning, Prosecutor,” he said, leaning against the edge of your desk in the common shared office with your colleagues, with that infuriating grin. His tie was slightly crooked, and his hair looked like he’d run his fingers through it one too many times. You refused to notice how good he looked. Absolutely refused.

“Detective,” you replied not even looking up from your papers, your tone colder than the coffee you hadn’t had time to drink.

“Sleep well?”

Your pen snapped in half.

Seungkwan, strolled by at that exact moment, taking in the scene with a raised eyebrow. “Am I interrupting... something?” he asked, his tone dripping with implication.

“No,” you said quickly.

“Yes,” Dino said at the same time.

Seungkwan looked between the two of you like he was watching the world's most entertaining soap opera. “Right,” he said slowly. “Carry on, then.”

As soon as he was gone, you turned to Dino, your glare sharp enough to cut glass. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just saying good morning. Is that a crime now?”

“Don’t push me,” you warned.

“Or what?” he countered, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “You’ll kiss me again?”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a split second, you saw it—the implication behind his smirk. But then it was gone, replaced by that same cocky grin, and you wanted to murder him all over again.

“Go to hell,” you muttered, shoving past him.

“See you there, sweetheart,” he called after you.

The tension only got worse as the day went on. Every time you crossed paths, it was like a live wire sparking between you. He’d brush past you in the hallway, his hand grazing your arm just enough to send a shiver down your spine. Or he’d lean over your shoulder to look at a file, his breath warm against your neck, and you’d have to fight the urge to deck him or kiss him.

By the time the case finally wrapped up that evening after three months of struggling, you were ready to explode. The courtroom had been a war zone, with the two of you throwing out arguments like grenades to the defense. But it worked. The case was a win, and you should’ve been celebrating.

Instead, you found yourself alone in your office, staring at the note on your desk.

File this under: cases where I was right (and you were hot).

You crumpled the paper in your hand, your jaw clenching, but a smile still crept through your cusses. Of course, he’d leave something like this. It was so... Dino. Cocky, smart, provoking, and always managing to get under your skin. Before you could even think about what you were doing, you stormed out of your office, the crumpled note still in your hand. You found him sitting in his office, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Seriously?” you snapped, holding up the note.

He looked up, his grin immediate. “What? I thought it was cute.”

“Cute?” you repeated, your voice rising. “You think this is cute?”

“Admit it,” he said, now standing up and stepping closer. “You smiled when you read it.”

“I did not,” you lied, your pulse racing as he closed the distance between you.

“Liar,” he said softly, his voice teasing but his eyes deadly serious.

You didn’t know who moved first. Maybe it was him, maybe it was you. All you knew you were pressed against the wall, his lips crashing into yours.

It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was messy and desperate, all teeth and tongues. His hands gripped your waist like he was afraid you might pull away, and maybe you would’ve if you weren’t so darn tired of fighting this. Fighting him.

“Still hate me?” he asked against your lips, his voice breathless.

“So much,” you managed to say, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Good,” he said, kissing you again. “Wouldn’t want to ruin the dynamic.”

And just like that, the war raged on.

The end.

[siilent-wanderer]

Stuck With Yu

Summary: When unexpected circumstances bring Jimin and Y/N closer, tensions melt into understanding, and buried feelings begin to surface.

Genre: fluff, minor tension (for the plot)

Word Count: 1.3k words

Yu Jimin (Karina) x aespa 5th member! reader

A/N: happy new year and happy minjeong day! this is just a little foundation story set years before Between Us, Unspoken

Jimin and Minjeong had been an inseparable duo since their trainee days, a pair that the rest of the aespa members joked might as well be telepathic. But then Y/N entered the picture.  

Y/N was the last member added to the aespa lineup just a few months before their debut. She worked harder than anyone, determined to prove she belonged. Y/N was talented and quick to adapt, but it wasn’t lost on Jimin how effortlessly she seemed to charm everyone around her — especially Minjeong. Y/N and Minjeong’s shared love for witty banter and late-night snacks quickly bonded them, leaving the leader to watch from the sidelines, a sour feeling bubbling up in her chest she couldn’t quite name.

At first, Jimin told herself she was just protective of Minjeong. They’d been through everything together, and now this newcomer was taking up all of her attention. It wasn’t Y/N’s fault, but Jimin couldn’t help but notice how Minjeong seemed to gravitate toward her during practices. Jimin tried to brush it off. Maybe Minjeong was just being friendly; Y/N was a new SM trainee after all. But small things started to bother her.  

During one practice, Jimin was standing by the mirrors, reviewing the choreography when she overheard Minjeong and Y/N laughing by the water cooler.  

“You have to teach me that slang you were using earlier!” Minjeong said, leaning closer to Y/N.  

“You mean ‘no cap’? I thought you already knew it!” Y/N teased, nudging Minjeong playfully.  

Jimin tried not to look, but the scene played over and over in her mind as she practiced, her steps suddenly feeling heavier.  

That night, Jimin sat in the dorm living room with Aeri and Yizhuo, her mind still replaying the moment.  

“You’re being really weird lately, unnie,” Yizhuo said, squinting at Jimin. “What’s up with you?”  

“Nothing,” Jimin replied quickly, though the edge in her voice betrayed her.  

Aeri exchanged a glance with Yizhuo. “Does it have anything to do with Minjeong spending so much time with Y/N?”  

Jimin’s head shot up. “What? No!”  

But the smirks on her members’ faces told her they didn’t believe her.  

And the more Jimin tried to avoid thinking about Y/N, the more Y/N seemed to be everywhere.  

One evening, Jimin walked into the dorm living room to find Y/N sprawled out on the couch with Minjeong and Yizhuo, laughing over some reality show.  

“Yah, you’re literally crying,” Minjeong teased, handing her a tissue.  

“It’s so funny!” Y/N managed between giggles, her eyes crinkling at the corners.  

Jimin lingered in the doorway, watching Y/N. She had always thought Y/N was pretty, but there was something captivating about how natural and unguarded she was in moments like this.  

The realization made Jimin’s chest tighten, and she quickly retreated to her room, shutting the door behind her.  

It all came to a head one evening during practice. Jimin was struggling with a particularly difficult move while Y/N and Minjeong were huddled in a corner, going over their harmonies for a new song.  

“Let’s try that part again,” Minjeong said, leaning closer to Y/N. “I think you nailed it that time.”  

Jimin’s frustration boiled over. Dropping her hands to her hips, she snapped, “If you two are done whispering, can we focus on practice?”  

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to her. Y/N looked startled, and Minjeong frowned.  

After practice ended, Jimin grabbed her water bottle and stormed out of the studio, her emotions a tangled mess.  

The next morning, Minjeong cornered Jimin in the kitchen.  

“Unnie, what’s going on?” The younger asked, her voice soft but firm.  

Jimin shook her head, focusing on making her coffee. “Nothing’s going on.”  

Minjeong crossed her arms. “You’re obviously upset about something, and it’s affecting Y/N too. It’s been a year since she joined us, unnie, and she thinks you still don’t like her.”  

Jimin froze, guilt washing over her. “That’s not true.”  

“Then maybe you two should spend some time together and clear the air,” Minjeong suggested. “I set up a bonding day for the three of us tomorrow. It’ll be fun!”

Jimin arrived at the amusement park, only to receive a text from Minjeong at the last minute:  

“Sorry, unnie! Something came up, but you and Y/N should still go. Have fun!”  

“And don’t think about asking the others. Aeri unnie’s parents are in Korea and Ning has a schedule 😊”

The leader groaned, stuffing her phone into her pocket. She spotted Y/N by the entrance, looking hesitant.  

“Hi unnie,” Y/N said, giving Jimin a small wave.  

Jimin sighed. “Minjeong bailed.”  

“Yeah, I got the text too,” Y/N replied. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, unnie.”  

Jimin hesitated. She could just leave, but something in Y/N’s tentative expression stopped her.  

‘It’s been a year since she joined us, unnie, and she thinks you still don’t like her.’

“Let’s just go,” Jimin said finally.  

The first hour was awkward. Y/N tried making conversation, but Jimin’s replies were short and stilted.  

But as they moved through the park, something began to shift.

At the bumper cars, Y/N laughed so hard after accidentally slamming into Jimin’s car that the leader couldn’t help but crack a smile.

At the arcade, things started to really thaw.  

Y/N challenged Jimin to a shooting game, and to her surprise, Jimin was fiercely competitive.  

“I’m not losing to you,” The leader said, her lips twitching into a smile as she aimed.  

“Bold of you to assume you have a chance,” Y/N shot back, grinning.  

By the end of the game, they were both laughing, the tension between them finally easing.  

Over snacks, the leader found herself genuinely enjoying Y/N’s company. The younger was easy to talk to, her humor lightening Jimin’s mood.  

And by the time the sun began to set, Jimin had let her guard down completely.

As the day wound down, Y/N suggested they ride the Ferris wheel. Jimin hesitated — it felt too sentimental — but eventually agreed.

Halfway through, the wheel came to a halt, leaving them suspended at the top.  

“Seriously?” Jimin muttered, looking out at the city below.  

Y/N laughed nervously. “At least the view is nice.”  

They sat in silence for a moment before Jimin spoke. “I owe you an apology.”  

Y/N glanced at her. “For what?”  

“For... how I’ve treated you,” The leader admitted, her voice quiet. “I was jealous. Minjeong and I have always been close, and when you joined, it felt like I was losing her.”  

Y/N’s expression softened. “I never wanted to come between you two.”  

“I know,” Jimin said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But today made me realize it’s more than that. I think... I’ve been avoiding you because you make me feel things I wasn’t ready to admit.”  

The younger wasn’t sure if she heard her properly, “What was that, unnie?”

Jimin hesitated, her cheeks flushing. “Nothing. I’m just really glad you’re here,” she said softly, her gaze fixed on the skyline.

A small smile played on the younger girl’s lips. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

Jimin’s heart was pounding, but she still found the courage to say what she really meant. “No, I mean… I’m glad you’re here. With me.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, an exciting feeling creeping up her veins. Before she could respond, the sky lit up with fireworks, the bursts of color reflecting in their eyes.

“You know, unnie, you’re a lot softer than you let on,” Y/N smiles.

Jimin chuckled, her heart racing. “Don’t tell anyone.”  

Their gondola started moving again, but something had changed. The air between them felt lighter and brighter, filled with endless possibilities. For the first time, Jimin felt like she wasn’t falling behind — she was falling for someone, and Y/N was right there to catch her.  

A/N: ok def not the best work, but I’m such a sucker for amusement park dates. I still have ideas that come after this one (e.g., jealous jimin?) so someone pls tell me if that would be interesting

[sturnshood]

𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨.

dealer!chris x innocent!reader

warning— contains: mention of drugs (marijuana), angst, slight sugar daddy vibes, pet names (doll, good girl.) enjoy. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

yours and chris' relationship was such an unexpected duo. chris, the most well-known and most reliable dealer in the L.A. area, and you, the sweet, quiet girl that had never even gotten anything such as a parking violation. you two were polar opposites, which is exactly why chris fell in love with you as quick as he did. you met at a party a few years back, that you didn't even want to be at, being dragged there by a couple friends who went specifically for a re-up. you let your friends go off to do their thing and you, in your true fashion, stayed back and as far away from the crowd as you could possibly get. you definitely stood out like a goddamn sore thumb, and chris clocked it right away.

and that's how you found yourself here today, sat in chris' lap while he thumbs through a stack of cash he'd made at tonight's party.

"someone gave me an extra twenty." chris chuckles, a cocky little laugh that you'd grown so fond of. he pulls the bill from the stack and tucks it into the small bag slung over your shoulder. "s'yours. you know the drill." he adds, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

"you can't give it back to them? it was probably an accident. what if they needed that for gas, or for food, or—" chris cuts your rambling off immediately by gently gripping your chin, directing your line of sight to meet his gaze, "if they needed it for somethin' like that, they wouldn't be buyin' my shit. they'll live." he crooned, brushing the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip. that immediately shushed you and reminded you to let him handle the dirty work. he found how caring and sweet you were for even the dumbasses that kept him in business. it was endearing, really.

"maybe they did it on purpose, though. thought my girl was pretty and gave me a lil' extra for managing to bag the prettiest lil' thing around." chris mutters, his thumb now tracing away from the outline of your lower lip, to rest against your jaw. "you're good for business, doll. y'should be proud."

you roll your eyes and shake your head in disbelief that that would even be a possibility. however, the thought was a nice one. he knew damn well that a thick percentage of his clientele were already high off their asses when they came up to him. the extra cash was simply a miscount on their part. maybe you shouldn't feel all that bad.
 
"made about a grand tonight. looks like you're about to have a nice new set." chris grins, bringing the hand that was once holding your chin, to your hand. he picked it up, tilting your fingers down to look over your already manicured nails; pink french tip, your go-to set.

you didn't need to get your nails done again. it'd only been a couple of days since your trip to the nail salon and they were still in perfect, pristine condition. "or you could just save it. i don't need anything, baby, you know that." you sigh, resting your hands against your chest. he spoiled you. a little too much for your liking, but you always appreciated it so much. he shook his head and placed your hand gently back against his chest where it was before. "save it for what? i dragged you to this party, you deserve somethin' nice, my treat." he was relentless and was not going to take no for an answer. he never did when it came down to him spoiling you rotten. it drove you crazy sometimes, but you knew so much better than to argue with him. 

"well, then save it and pick somethin' out for me next time you're shopping." you shrugged, gazing down at him with a warm smile. his head craned back to rest against the back of the couch, giving you a full and better view of his face. he was too pretty for his own good. it was just a bonus behind his business; he was charming and handsome and it worked wonders. your eyes lowered to his neck, noticing his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. "ah, that reminds me. was out the other day and saw a lace set with your name written all over it. deep red, a lil bow right here..." he lifted a hand and pressed his index finger against the small space between your breasts. "if i bought it, would you wear it f'me?" 

your cheeks immediately burned red hot, his words unleashing a hoard of butterflies in your stomach and chest. of course you couldn't say no. "i'd wear it for you." your response earned a low, content hum from chris while his hands found a home against the small of your back. he pulled you forward, inching you a little closer to him. "can't say no to me, can you, doll?" he smirks, slipping a hand beneath the hem of your shirt to rest it against your lower back.

just as you opened your mouth to respond, a voice rang from behind you calling out to chris. another customer. chris rolled his eyes and lifted his head to look over at your shoulder at the person behind you, "ay, man, it's a little fuckin' rude to interrupt me while i'm havin' a conversation." chris snapped back, practically snarling at the guy. chris' eyes immediately found yours and he gave your back a small pat with both hands, "you sit here and be good, yeah? ain't done gettin' you all worked up."

he's such a tease. you let out a dramatic sigh and climb off of his lap, flipping to sit on the cushion beside him and cross your arms over your chest, eyeing him with clearly flustered cheeks. "go on, boss man. i won't move a muscle." you hummed, lifting a leg to cross it over the other. he stood up and turned to look at you over his shoulder flashing you a smug grin, "good girl."

♯┆note from the author.ᐟ please do not repost this and label it as your own.

© sturnshood

taglist: @mega-munchforchris / @purpledragon222

requests are open!

[hemmingsleclerc]

I love you, I'm sorry┃charles leclerc

charles leclerc x fem!reader

there will not be a part 2!! This is super messy, sorry abt that but I just discoverd gracie and loved her!! Also english isn't my first language so if there's a mistake let me know pls

No hate towards alex, I love her

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[sparkleyun]

Always been you

pairing: riki x fem!reader genre: fluff, angst (happy ending!) synopsis: Over the past few months, your friendship with Riki has grown, turning the two of you into an inseparable duo. But when an unexpected mass of feelings within you shifted, the lines began to blur, and you were left confused and afraid. You struggle to make sense of it, unaware that Riki is facing the same thing. wc: 4.7k warnings: none

You lean back in your chair, the soft buzz of the people inside the coffee shop complimenting the peaceful ambiance you find yourself in. It's one of those quiet, cozy afternoons where everything feels a little slower, a little more peaceful. You've come here to read and unwind after a long week, but there's a familiar face across the table from you, and suddenly, the book in your hands has lost all of its appeal.

Riki is sitting across from you, his fingers absent-mindedly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. He's always been like this. Quiet, a little reserved, but regardless... easy and fun to talk to. There's something calming about him, the way he listens intently when you talk, as if every word you say matters. It's not like he has to try either, it just happens naturally. And for that reason, you've found yourself gravitating toward him more often, even though you didn't expect to.

You try to focus on your book again, but your eyes keep drifting to him. He's wearing an oversized hoodie as he usually does, his black hair falling messily over his eyes. It's hard to ignore how adorable he looks, even when he's not trying.

"So," he says suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. "Have you picked a movie for the weekend yet?"

You look up, surprised by the question. "Movie?" You blink a few times, trying to catch up with him. "I didn't know we were planning a movie night."

"Well, we've talked about it, right? You, me, and the whole group, you're the one who picks the movie this time around, remember?"

"Oh." You smile, setting your book down. "Yeah, we did mention it a while ago. I guess I just forgot with everything else going on."

Riki's lips curve into a small smile. "You're not going to bail on us, are you? We need you there to pick the movie, you probably have the best taste out of everyone."

You smile back at him, your fingers lightly tapping on the table. "I'll make it, and I'll also manage the popcorn this time around." You say teasingly, reminiscing how he somehow burned the popcorn last time you two hung out.

"I'm offended." he says, dramatically clutching his chest. "I make perfect popcorn almost every time."

"Sure you do." you tease again, raising an eyebrow. You love this side of him. The silly, lighthearted side that always seems to appear when you're around.

The comfortable silence returns after that. It never feels awkward. Instead, it's like the space between the two of you is filled with a muted understanding. You sip your coffee, watching him fiddle with his cup, and for a moment, you can't help but think about how long you've known him for.

You can't pinpoint the exact moment your friendship with Riki begun. It wasn't like a sudden thing. It was more of a slow, steady warmth that gradually grew until you found yourself spending all your time with him and telling him every detail of your life. It was those little moments: his thoughtful comments when you spoke about your day, the way he'd listen intently when you shared something personal, the small smiles and shy glances that made your heart flutter without explanation.

And yet, you never quite knew where to place all of it. Was it just a friendship? Or was there something more, something you couldn't quite put into words?

"So," he begins again, his voice softer this time, as though he's considering his words carefully. "Have you been… okay lately?"

The question catches you off guard. You look up from your book, finding his gaze steady and serious, which is a little unusual. He's usually much more playful.

"Yeah." You say, though there's a hint of hesitation in your voice. "I've been fine. Just… a lot going on, you know? School, stuff with my family, just the usual."

"I get that." He nods, his gaze never leaving yours. "But you've been looking a little stressed lately. Are you sure you're good?"

You chuckle, slightly unsure. "I'm fine. Really."

Riki leans back in his chair, studying you for a moment. There's something about the way he's looking at you right now. It's gentle and thoughtful, it makes your heart beat a little faster. It's not the teasing, casual glance you're used to. Before you can fully process it, he breaks the silence again.

"If you ever want to talk about anything," he says, his voice low but sincere, "I'm here, okay?"

You feel a wamrth spread through you after hearing his words. "I appreciate that." you reply, giving him a soft smile. "It's nice to know I can count on you."

He nods, a smile tugging at his lips. "Of course."

The conversation shifts after that, but something lingers between you both. You're not sure what it is yet, but it's almost like you can physically feel it, as if something suddenly changed in the friendship you've built over all this time. You can't quite understand why it's happening right now of all times, it's so frustrating.

But regardless, as the conversation continues, you find yourself smiling more, your heart fluttering at his presence. You laugh at his silly jokes and listen intently as he talks about the upcoming weekend plans. But in the back of your mind, there's this nagging feeling. You don't know if it's just in your head or if it's something he feels too, but whatever it is… it was bittersweet. Scary but also exciting.

The afternoon drifts on, and the coffee shop begins to fill with more customers. The soft clinking of cups and murmurs of conversation surround you, but you hardly notice. All you can think about is the quiet moments between you and Riki, the way his words seem to linger just a little longer than they should, the way he sometimes can't get his eyes off you, the same way you can't get yours off him.

You try to push those thoughts aside. It's nothing, right? It's just friendship.

───

The night before the movie hangout, Riki is a nervous wreck. He's pacing back and forth in his room, trying to figure out how he's going to survive tomorrow without completely embarrassing himself. He's always been good at hiding his feelings, keeping everything inside, acting like nothing's wrong, but lately… well, it's harder. Much harder. And the whole reason he's so anxious is because of you.

You've been on his mind nonstop since that afternoon at the coffee shop. The way you smiled at him, the way you seemed to genuinely care about how he was doing. He couldn't shake the feeling that there seems to be something more between you two. He wanted to ask you what you thought and tell you how he felt. But he couldn't just come out and say it, could he?

And that's why he's standing here now, pacing like a nervous wreck. Because he needs help. He needs advice. And there's no one better to ask than his best friends, Jake and Heeseung. They've been through everything before. Relationships. Crushes. Awkward moments. They've survived it all, and if anyone can guide him through this mess, it's them.

With a deep breath, Riki grabs his phone and shoots a quick text to Jake.

Hey, you busy? I need help.

A few minutes later, Jake replies

Yeah, what's up, is something wrong?

Riki takes another breath. He really hates asking for help, but he knows it's necessary if he wants to figure this out. His fingers hover over the screen before he finally types:

It's about a girl. One I'm kind of… into.

Ooooh, someone's got a crush. Spill, dude.

He rolls his eyes, but a nervous laugh escapes him. This was a mistake. Maybe he shouldn't have started this conversation. But before he can back out, another text pops up.

Details, Riki. I need more than that. Who is she? What's going on?

He hesitates for a moment. He feels ridiculous but the longer he thinks about it, the more he realizes just how clueless he is when it comes to relationships. He bites the bullet and types:

It's y/n. We've been hanging out a lot lately. She's… really amazing, and I think she could like me too, but I'm not sure. I don't know how to… make a move.

Another few seconds pass, and then the reply comes. He can sense Jake grinning from the other side of the phone.

Dude, you've got to stop overthinking this. She likes you. Trust me, she wouldn't be hanging out with you so much if she didn't. But if you want my advice, tell her you like her. Don't knock it till you try it. Just be honest about your feelings.

Riki bites his lip, reading the message. He nods to himself, but Jake's advice doesn't exactly make him feel less nervous. Just the opposite, in fact. The idea of telling you how he feels, of actually putting himself out there… it feels terrifying.

Before he can respond, another text comes through. This one from Heeseung, who he texted desperately while waiting for Jake's reply.

Oh, it's y/n? What a susprise... I would've never guessed. He says sarcastically, knowing Riki has been talking about you nonstop for the past few months.

Riki lets out a groan. Very funny, but I'm kind of freaking out right now. I think I'm going to make a fool of myself if I try to confess to her.

No way, dude. You're overthinking it. Look, if you're friends with her and you genuinely care about her, just be yourself. The worst thing you can do is act like someone you're not. It's okay to be nervous. It's okay to be unsure. But be honest about how you feel. If she's as great as you say she is, she's going to appreciate the fact that you care enough to be vulnerable.

He reads the message twice, trying to absorb what Heeseung said. There's something about his calm, steady way of thinking that helped Riki feel a little better. Still, the idea of actually telling you how he feels… it seems like an impossible task.

He types back, So… should I just tell her? Like, tomorrow at the movie night?

Why not?

Riki stares at the text. His heart rate picks up again. He's not sure if it's excitement or fear, but the thought of opening up to you is making him feel a little dizzy. He has to admit Heeseung is right. If he doesn't say something, he'll regret it. He's never going to know what could be between you if he doesn't take the chance.

But what if you don't feel the same way? What if everything changes and he ruins the friendship?

Jake's message pops up again, as if he's reading Riki's mind. Worst case scenario? She doesn't feel the same way. But at least you'll know, and you can move on. Best case scenario? She feels the same way, and it's the start of something.

He lets out a breath. He knows what he has to do. He knows it's time to stop running from the truth and to just be honest.

He sets his phone down, feeling a little better but still nervous. There's no turning back now. Tomorrow, at the movie night, he's going to do it.

He's finally going to tell you how he feels.

───

The evening had arrived. The living room is filled with sounds of laughter and chatter as everyone settles in for the movie night. Your friends gather on the couch, snacks are being passed around, and the sound of the opening credits begins to roll. The air is light, it's the kind of night that makes you forget all the stress of school and life for a while.

But as you settle onto the couch, your thoughts keep drifting back to Riki. He's just a few feet away, chatting with the others, looking more nervous than usual, which you found odd, but decided not to question too much. You can't help but steal glances at him, your heart fluttering every time he looks your way. It's crazy how much of a mess he makes you feel just by being near you. You've tried to ignore it, tried to convince yourself it's nothing more than friendship, but every time he's around, you can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there could be something more.

You try to shake off the feeling and focus on the movie, but just as the opening scene begins, you notice Riki subtly stand up, his eyes flicking over to Jake and Heeseung, who were both standing in the corner by the snack table.

Curious, you watch as he motions for them to follow him. They exchange brief glances before nodding, and then they all step out of the living room, disappearing down the hallway towards the kitchen.

You don't think much of it at first, but then a small thought tugs at you. Why was he pulling them aside? It's not like he's the type to be secretive, but you can't help it. You slip off the couch and quietly follow them, making sure your feet are making as little sound as possible against the floor. You move carefully, not wanting to get caught. You peek around the corner, just enough to hear their voices more clearly but not enough for them to see you.

"Dude, are you sure about this?" Jake's voice is low but serious. "I mean, you've got to be prepared for whatever happens."

"I know, I know," Riki replies, his voice a little strained. "But I'm not going to know unless I do it, right? I just… I don't know what to say to her."

You freeze.

"Her?" You feel your heart skip a beat.

Her?

You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until you exhale in a rush. Riki clears his throat, and you hear him shift on his feet. "I just love her so much but I also don't want to ruin our friendship, you know?"

You lean a little closer, feeling a sense of dread building up inside you. Who is he talking about? You glance over at the kitchen doorway again, making sure they haven't spotted you yet. You can hear the sound of the fridge door opening, followed by the clink of bottles. It's as if time has slowed down, and all you can focus on is Riki's voice.

"Look, dude," Jake says, his tone softer now. "I know you're freaking out. But at some point you'll have to be honest with her unless you want someone else to do it before you."

"I know." he sighs, sounding frustrated.

Heeseung chimes in. "If she didn't feel the same way she wouldn't be hanging out with you all the time. You can't go a day without texting her and she can't either."

"Yeah, but what if I'm wrong? What if it's all just in my head? Maybe she just really likes me as a friend."

The air feels thick as Riki's words settle in your chest, and something tightens in your stomach. You didn't realize it, but hearing those words makes something inside you ache, and it's a feeling that you can't ignore. You never expected this. Her...he's talking about someone, and it's not you. And even worse, you've got no clue who he's even talking about.

Or so you thought.

You swallow hard, fighting the sudden wave of sadness and disappointment. You try to steady your breathing, your heart pounding rapidly. Of course he likes someone else. Why would it be you? You've only been close friends. You're just… you. The girl who's always hanging around, the one he can talk to, laugh with, but never someone he would look at like that.

Your mind races, thoughts spinning in a blur. Maybe it's someone from school. Maybe he's been talking to her for a while now and you just didn't know. Maybe he's already planning on asking her out tonight. That's why he's acting so weird. That's why he's been so quiet, so distant lately.

You feel a lump building up in your throat, the sting of tears threatening to spill. You force yourself to breathe slowly, trying not to let the sadness overwhelm you. You try to keep your footing steady, but everything around you feels like it's tilting.

You pull back from the corner, moving as quietly as possible, and slip back into the living room. You sit back down on the couch, but you can't focus on the movie. You can't focus on anything. The room feels too loud now. The chatter, the laughter, the flickering images on the screen...none of it matters. All you can think about is how Riki likes someone else, and how much it hurts, even though you only figured out how you felt about him after hearing him talk about her.

You keep your head down, willing yourself not to cry. You don't know if anyone has noticed your change in demeanor, but at the moment, you don't care. All you want is for the night to end so you can go home and forget about the overwhelming, bitter feeling in your chest.

Meanwhile, Heeseung, Jake, and Riki are still in the kitchen, completely unaware that you overheard everything. Riki stands there, still fidgeting nervously, trying to sort through his thoughts while his friends offer their best advice.

"Just do it, man." Heeseung says again. "Like Jake said, worst case scenario, she says no. You'll get over it. But at least you'll know."

"I know." he says, still sounding unsure. "I'll… I'll figure it out." And with that, he returns to the living room. Jake and Heeseung remain in the kitchen for a few more minutes, finishing their drinks and chatting a bit more, eventually returning to the living room as well.

The rest of the movie night feels like a blur. You do your best to hold it together, but the weight of everything you overheard is pressing on you. The sounds of laughter and excitement around you seem distant, like you're trapped in your own little bubble of hurt. Riki hasn't been as talkative as usual, and you can't help but wonder if it's because of her. Every time you look at him, your heart clenches painfully, and you hate how it feels.

You try to avoid his gaze, sinking further into the couch. Every glance feels like a reminder that you're not the one he's thinking about.

And then the movie ends, and people start trickling out of the living room, grabbing their coats, chatting about plans for next time. Riki seems distracted, his fingers fidgeting with his phone, his eyes darting around as if searching for something, or someone.

You try to slip away quietly, not wanting to be noticed, but just as you're about to grab your coat, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey." Riki's tone is hesitant, and you freeze. You don't look at him right away, afraid that if you do, you'll lose all the composure you've managed to hold on to.

"Hey." You reply quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. You can't look him in the eye.

There's a long, tense silence before he speaks again.

"Can we talk for a second?"

You nod, though your heart is already racing. You follow him into the hallway, away from the others, your mind spinning in a thousand directions. What does he want to talk about? Is he going to finally tell you about whoever this girl is? Does he know you overheard everything?

As you step into the hallway, he doesn't say anything right away. He just stands there for a moment, looking at you with a strange mix of apprehension and something else. Then, he looks down at his hands and takes a deep breath.

"You uh… you seemed off tonight..." he begins carefully, his words deliberate, like he's trying to read the situation. "I just wanted to ask if everything's okay."

You swallow hard, not knowing how to answer. How do you tell him that you've been quietly dying inside since you overheard his conversation earlier? You look at the floor, shifting your weight nervously.

"I'm fine." you reply, trying to keep your voice steady, even though your heart feels like it's about to burst. You don't want him to see how much it hurt. You can't let him know that you've been hurting, that would be selfish...

However, Riki doesn't seem convinced. He takes a step closer, his face full of concern. "Are you sure? Because honestly, I thought you were mad at me. Did I do something?"

A tight knot forms in your stomach, and you feel the urge to tell him everything. How you overheard him talking about another girl, how his words made you feel like you weren't even a thought in his mind. But instead, you find yourself shaking your head, refusing to let the truth spill out.

"I'm not mad." You say quickly, your voice quiet. "I just… I don't know. I've been thinking about some things."

He furrows his brows, still not quite understanding. "What kind of things?"

You bite your lip, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. You don't want to keep pretending like you don't know what's going on, but you can't find the courage to admit what's really eating at you. Instead, you push it down, and, without thinking, you blurt out, "I heard you talking to the guys earlier... so, you like a girl? How come you never told me? I thought we told eachother everything."

His eyes widen, and he suddenly seems like he's been struck by a realization. For a moment, he doesn't say anything. He just looks at you, his expression shifting from confusion to something closer to panic.

His mouth opens slightly, as though he's about to speak, but the words aren't coming. You can see the shock on his face, and you don't know what to make of it. Was he ever planning on telling you he had a crush?

"Wait… You think-" he starts, but stops himself, visibly processing everything. Then, he steps closer, his voice low and nervous.

"No." he says, his eyes now locked on yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. "There's no other girl."

You blink, confused. "But you said-"

"I wasn't talking about someone else," Riki interrupts gently. "I was talking about you. I've been talking about you this whole time."

The world seems to stop for a second, and your heart skips a beat as the realization hits. You feel lightheaded, your mind spinning. So after all, he did like you. All those words he exchanged with his friends were about you.

You stand there, frozen, unsure of what to say or how to react. He watches you, his face full of concern now, his gaze searching your face like he's waiting for some kind of answer. He couldn't read you, he didn't understand what you could possibly be feeling right now.

"So, when you were talking earlier-" you say, your voice shaking with confusion and a little bit of disbelief.

He reaches out and gently takes your hands in his, pulling you slightly closer. His touch is warm, and the way he holds you makes your heart race even more.

"I was talking about you." he repeats softly, his voice full of sincerety. "I didn't mean to make you think I liked someone else. It's always been you, even when I couldn't understand what I was feeling, I knew I felt something more for you."

You blink up at him, your mind still struggling to catch up. All this time, you had been hurting over a misunderstanding. You thought he liked someone else, but it was you that he liked.

"Well...I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you either, sorry."

His eyes soften as he takes in your words, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I'm sorry you had to hear that the wrong way. I didn't want to hurt you. I just… I didn't know how to say it. I didn't know how to tell you that I like you- no, that I love you. I've been trying to figure out how to do this right, but I was too scared of messing everything up."

Your breath catches in your throat. Love? He loves you?

"I… I don't know what to say, I-" you whisper, still reeling from the shock of it all.

Riki interrupts again, his voice full of nervousness. "I just… I want to know if you feel the same way. Please."

Your heart is racing now, your emotions overwhelming you in the best way. The feeling of warmth, of everything finally clicking into place, is so intense that it almost makes you feel dizzy.

"I'm so incredibly in love with you." You finally admit, your voice trembling with the weight of your words. You hadn't realized that you didn't actually tell him the truth about how you felt, it was all too much to handle.

Riki pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly, as if he's afraid to let you go. You let yourself sink into him, the rush of relief and joy flooding your chest. This was it. This was what you'd both been waiting for. No more confusion, no more wondering.

"I'm so glad you said it." he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I've been dying to hear those words."

You both pull away from the hug, still holding each other, you look at him, and his eyes are softer than ever, the kind of look that makes your heart flutter with every passing second.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks.

"Of course." you respond, trying to fight back a smile, almost as if you already knew what he was about to ask.

He shifts, his hand slipping into yours once again, holding it gently. "I know it might be a little… soon, but now that we've got all that out of the way…"

You raise an eyebrow, already feeling your heart race again.

He takes a deep breath, his smile never leaving his face. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You can't help but feel the fluttering in your chest grow stronger. You can see the nervousness in his eyes, the way he's holding his breath, waiting for your answer.

You step closer, a little laugh escaping your lips, and give him a small but firm nod. "Yes, Riki, of course I will."

Relief washes over his face, and he smiles, the only smile that always makes your heart skip a beat. "Really?" he asks, his voice full of disbelief but also so much happiness.

"Really." you reassure him, squeezing his hand, unable to stop the smile on your own face from growing.

Before you can say anything else, Riki leans forward, his lips brushing softly against yours, a sweet kiss that seals everything in place. It's slow and tender, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like nothing else in the world matters.

When you pull away, his forehead rests against yours, and you both stay there for a moment, savoring the quiet comfort of finally being together with no doubts in your mind after all it took to get here in the first place.

He looks at you with a stare full of love, no words needed, just one simple expression that speaks for itself.

His voice suddenly interrupts the silence "Would you want to stay the night? Like, sleep over? I don't want this night to end. I want to keep talking to you...keep being with you."

The way he eagerly asks his question makes your heart melt all over again. And undoubtedly, you felt the same way. All you wanted was to be in his arms and talk to him, like you always did. But this time around there was no more anxiety about your feelings, you were completely at ease.

"Yeah." you say with a soft laugh. "I'd love that."

Riki's face beams with happiness, and before you know it, you're both heading to his room, where the night continues exactly as expected. Filled with quiet conversations, laughter, and soft touches. Truth be told, neither of you felt ready to let go just yet, even when you tired yourselves out. You couldn't help but fall asleep in each other's arms, like you've always dreamed, like he's always dreamed too.

[soleilpinto]

DRS = Defining Relationship Status?: Oversteering into Love (Live) °‧🫐𐙚⭒

“Defining Relationship Status Zone” 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐

Synopsis: Motorsport fan and model, Y/n, and her thirst-filled tweets about Franco catch his attention, sparking a hilarious online banter that goes viral. As their playful exchanges become real connections, fans and media can’t get enough—will their chemistry survive offline?

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Slowburn, (Slight) Angst

AU: Social Media AU!

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Thirsty ahh reader (again), swearing, unserious jokes and unserious behavior, inaccuracies bc lets face it, even if you are an F1 you still get things wrong (😭)

Note: I did NOT expect the amount of support this would get when it’s still my first au, thank you guys so much, it means the world to me! as always don’t forget to like + reblog!

DRS Masterlist. (PREV. / NEXT.)

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littlefoxhermes come see me soon babyy

— ynbardot counting on it!

francolapinto so pretty ey?

— francopinto ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

It was a slow, uneventful day, so you decided to liven things up by hopping on Instagram Live. You figured it’d be a good way to chat with your followers and share where you got your favorite jewelry pieces.

“This nameplate necklace?” you said, holding it up for the camera. “One of my friends got it for me when we went to Manhattan for my birthday. Isn’t it cute? She knows me too well—it’s literally my favorite thing ever.”

The chat lit up with comments asking about your other accessories, and you happily started sharing little stories about each piece. But soon, something unexpected caught your eye.

“Wait—guys, what? Franco is in here? Stop joking!” you said, narrowing your eyes at the screen in mock suspicion. “I’ll literally cry if you’re lying to me.”

Before you could even process the flood of comments confirming it, a message from Franco appeared: “Just here for jewelry recommendations 😏.”

Your laugh caught in your throat, and you tilted your head at the screen. “Oh… well, this is awkward. Hi, Franco~” you said with a playful smirk, leaning closer to your phone. “Trying to upgrade your accessory game, huh?”

The chat was in chaos, spamming reactions faster than you could read, but Franco wasn’t done. Another comment popped up: “Nah, just needed an excuse to say hi to my favorite model.”

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks burning as you tried to keep it cool. “Favorite model? Ha, ha. You probably say that to all the girls you meet, am I right?”

“Only the ones with nameplate necklaces and cute smiles,” he shot back. You swear you choked on your saliva, but you regained your composure when you were reminded of the thousands of people in your chat.

The comments were losing it now, a mix of “OMG” and “GET A ROOM” flooding your screen. You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“Alright, Franco, if you’re gonna crash my Live, at least drop some real accessory tips,” you teased. “What do you know about jewelry?”

“I know the best accessories are ones you don’t have to buy,” he replied. “Like a certain necklace with MY name on it?”

Your jaw dropped, and you pointed at the screen in mock outrage. “Okay, that’s it! Get out of my Live!” you said through your laughter, though your blush gave you away.

As the playful banter continued, you couldn’t help but wonder: why was Franco on your Live in the first place? Was it pure coincidence, or had he been keeping tabs on you? Either way, one thing was clear—he knew exactly how to steal the show.

@fc4333 guys we’re finally getting the williams and y/n crossover we’ve been begging for 😭🙏

@colapintoes WILLIAMS PLS GIVE US THE CONTENT WE’VE BEEN BEGGING FOR

@racerbardot franco and y/n, the duo no one expected but got anyways and now we’re getting the crossover we’ve always wanted

@ynargentina not to mention franco accidentally joining her live 😭 poor guy was probably stalking her and ended up clicking her story

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williamsracing 🧉

ynbardot franco posts anything, and suddenly i’m an expert in appreciating the finer things in life

— felizpinto I’M CRYING

— ynbardot PLEASE LEAVE ME BE

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

Heyyy are you requests open?? I have 2 requests for 2 different characters! Recently I just discovered the Ron Weasley Lore and I’m just like why was I sleeping on Ron!!! But could you write something about Ron. Maybe like sorta like glimpse of their relationship throughout the HP years and an aftermath. Ik it’s super long but I love your writing!!!

I’ll send the send one separately cause this one is too long now 😂

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synopsis: ever since first year, ron never liked you—probably because you were hermione’s best friend. but somehow, through years of teasing, misunderstandings, and one very stupid yule ball, feelings got messy. now, years later, you’re telling your daughter all about how her dad was completely clueless content warnings: slow burn, miscommunication, mutual pining, ron being absolutely clueless, angst with a fluffy ending, slight jealousy author's note: thank you so much for requesting, darling ♡

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first year .ᐟ

You and Hermione hit it off immediately – you’re both brilliant, maybe a bit too good at charms and way too nosey. The two of you become an inseparable duo, and Ron? Well, he’s not impressed. He rolls his eyes every time you and Hermione get into a lively debate or excitedly huddle up to compare notes.

“Do you ever stop talking?” he huffs after one particularly long conversation about broomstick history. You give him your best glare, and he just smirks, calling you a “walking library.”

Yeah, he’s not on your favorite people list either.

second year .ᐟ

Somehow, Ron’s teasing just gets worse. He sits next to you in Potions and constantly pokes at your side, whispering, “Did you know you snore when you sleep?”

“I do not!” you protest, swatting his hand away.

“Sure, sure,” he grins, leaning back smugly. “Better ask Hermione if you’re not convinced. Or maybe everyone in Gryffindor – they probably heard you all the way up in the boys’ dormitory.”

He even pulls your pigtail one day during Herbology, making you squeal in indignation. He laughs, but you notice Hermione is side-eyeing the whole scene, trying (and failing) to hide a smirk.

third year .ᐟ

It's the start of term, and you notice something. Ron’s grown taller, his hair’s more auburn than red in the sunlight, and when he laughs – it’s oddly... nice?

You shake the thought out of your head and give him a harsh glare for no reason as you slam your bag down beside him at breakfast. He jumps and gives you a wide-eyed look.

“What did I do?” he mutters, genuinely looking confused as you stomp off in a huff.

Hermione raises her eyebrows at you later. “Are you sure you don’t have a thing for him?” she teases, barely able to keep her laughter down.

“Absolutely not!” you protest, feeling your cheeks heat up.

fourth year .ᐟ

The Yule Ball is coming, and Ron’s been annoying you even more than usual – something about him asking Padma sends you into an unexpected spiral of jealousy. And then, to top it all off, you overhear him fuming about someone dancing with Viktor Krum, and it all clicks in the worst way.

“Oh, of course he likes Hermione,” you mutter to yourself, feeling your chest ache as you walk away before he can say anything else.

The next day, Ron finds you red-eyed, sitting by the lake. He and Harry ask if you’re okay, and in a burst of frustration, you shout, “You two are absolutely clueless!” before storming off.

Ron scratches his head, looking at Harry in complete bafflement. “What did I do?”

fifth year .ᐟ

By now, you’ve decided the best way to deal with Ron is to just... not deal with him at all. You start spending more time with Luna, who offers you the peace and acceptance you need. Ron, however, notices the shift.

“Since when are you and Loony Lovegood so close?” he mutters one day, his tone more annoyed than curious.

“Since I found out she’s a better friend than you,” you snap back, not even sparing him a glance.

Harry raises his eyebrows at Ron, while Hermione sighs, clearly fed up with the tension between you two.

“Honestly, Ron, are you ever going to sort this out?” Hermione whispers later. But Ron just shrugs, as though he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to sort out.

sixth year .ᐟ

This year, you make a brave decision: move on from Ron. And Draco, of all people, catches your eye. The two of you start dating casually – it’s friendly, flirty, and you like his mischievous sense of humor. But when Ron catches wind of it, he’s absolutely fuming.

“You’re dating Malfoy?” he demands, storming up to you one day in the library.

“Oh, now you care who I’m with?” you retort, rolling your eyes.

Draco smirks, stepping beside you with a cool, “Problem, Weasley?”

You and Draco part ways amicably by the end of the year, but Hermione nearly loses her patience with Ron’s grumbling. “For Merlin’s sake, Ron! She’s single now,” she all but yells at him. “Stop sulking and do something about it.”

seventh year .ᐟ

Finally, it’s here – the year everything changes. Between the chaos of the war and the danger lurking around every corner, Ron finally realizes his feelings. He catches himself watching you more than usual, every smile and laugh searing into his mind.

One night, he pulls you aside, eyes downcast. “I... I’ve been a git,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper.

“What was that?” you tease, crossing your arms.

Ron’s cheeks turn red, but he continues, “I’m trying to say... I’m sorry. For everything.” His voice softens, vulnerability flickering in his gaze. “And... I’ve missed you. Really.”

You bite your lip, the old pain and confusion melting away. “Well, it took you long enough to realize that,” you whisper, offering him a small smile.

Ron lets out a shaky laugh, then reaches for your hand. “Can I... would you... go to Hogsmeade with me? Maybe?”

“Maybe,” you reply, and with a teasing grin, “If you buy me a Butterbeer.”

He grins back, squeezing your hand tightly. And as you walk back to the castle, Harry shoots you both a knowing, smug look, while Hermione just shakes her head, finally relieved.

aftermath .ᐟ

“Dad, you were so clueless!” your daughter exclaims, eyes wide as she stares between you and Ron.

Ron lets out a bark of laughter, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Oi! I was not clueless!” He glances at you, chuckling. “Right, love? I mean, you were just as lost!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Because I distinctly remember somebody storming up to me in the library, fuming about Draco Malfoy.”

Ron’s cheeks turn a shade of red as he leans back, giving a sheepish grin. “I was just looking out for you. Malfoy had an… attitude.”

Your daughter’s giggles fill the room. “Dad, I think you just didn’t want Mum dating anyone else!”

“Okay, maybe there was a bit of that,” he admits, winking at you. “But your mum wasn’t exactly clear either. I mean, there were days she’d stomp off before I’d even said ‘hello!’”

“Oh, that’s true,” you say, giving a playful sigh. “All because of a certain Gryffindor boy with no clue how to express his feelings.”

“Hey!” he protests, throwing his hands up in surrender. “I was just busy fighting off trolls, acromantulas, and basilisks, you know? Didn’t exactly leave time for romance.”

Your daughter grins, eyes twinkling. “And then what, Mum? When did you finally realize Dad was totally in love with you?”

You exchange a knowing smile with Ron, your hands automatically finding each other. “Seventh year,” you reply softly. “After everything we'd been through, he finally told me how he felt.”

Ron squeezes your hand, his thumb brushing over your fingers. “And she finally stopped running off every time I came near her,” he teases, looking down at your daughter. “And then, we just… never let go.”

Your daughter beams, resting her chin on her hands. “You guys are so cute.”

Ron laughs, giving her a light nudge. “Oi, enough with the ‘cute!’ Now, do you want to hear about the time your mum hexed me because she thought I called her a know-it-all?”

“Oh, yes!” she cries, practically bouncing. “Tell me everything!”

And with that, you and Ron launch into another one of your Hogwarts stories, the laughter of your little family echoing warmly through the room.

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙a long time coming | CL16˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: charles leclerc x famous!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, childhood friends to lovers

warnings: none just some angst literally minimal

summary: in which, after setting you up with another man, your childhood best friend finally realises that you're the one

a/n: lovelovelove this plot idea hehe ty for requesting

request!!!: famous reader who also happens to be Charles Leclerc's childhood friend, she has a crush on him but he's kinda oblivious to it so he tries to help set her up with another driver but then he realizes he actually likes her so he has to sabotage all the wingmanning he’s done and they end up together.

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user1 omg she's so cool and pretty

user2 i dnt get how she's single 😭

user3 same i still ship her & charles sm

user4 omg me too thought i was the only one

user5 nah there's basically a club atp

user6 ppl always bring up charles on her posts this isnt even abt him 🙄

charles_leclerc where was my invite?

yourusername must've got lost in the post

charles_leclerc and i thought we were friends!

yourusername & that's on u

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yourusername ❤️❤️

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user7 omg she's sooo hot

user8 gf vibes 👀

user9 go off photographer

carlossainz55 she's hot

charles_leclerc 🤔

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yourusername posted a story

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charles_leclerc wag era?

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user10 DATE? WITH WHOOOO

user11 omg i hope with charles 👀

user12 so beautiful omg

user13 i wish i was u

twitter ->

instagram ->

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 unexpected surprises

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user19 OH MY GOD

user20 that's y/n...

user21 IT WAS CARLOS

user22 WHAT THE HELL

user23 charlesyn shippers found dead everywhere

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user24 OMGGG HI Y/N

user25 she's so gorgeous

user26 obsessed with this duo actually

user27 world's sexiest couple award goes to....

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user28 omg omg are they dating or what

user29 soft launch hmmmmm

user30 no charles anywhere to be seen

user31 she traded one ferrari for another 💀

user32 downgrade much

user33 hot girl af

carlossainz55 photographer creds?

yourusername hmmm 👀

user34 omg so cute

user35 they must be spending a lot of time tgthr!!!

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yourbff well hello

pierregasly ????? an update would be nice

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user37 URMMMM????

user38 charlesyn shippers everywhere cheered

user39 ARE WE BACK

user40 omg we are so back

user41 the way she's looking at u....pls say u finally bagged her officially

messages ->

txts between pierre & charles !!!

txts between your bff & you !!!

txts between carlos & you !!!

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pierregasly creds to me

yourbff no me

carlossainz55 no me

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yourusername no let them speak

user42 omg i wish i knew what happened

user43 URM HELLO

user44 IT'S REAL OH MY GOD

user45 FINALLYYYY

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user46 AWW SO CUTE Y/N'S MOM

user47 everyone is a charlesyn shipper even if they arent

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yourusername i love you oh my god..

charles_leclerc je t'aime mon petit ange

THE END ❤️

[aurenflare]

my favourite things about unravelled so far (these made me cry laughing)

HUGE SPOILERS BTW!!!! if u don't have the tag blocked this is a BIG PSA

shannon included the ritz cracker meme, like, eight years too late. mad respect

alvar fucking loves pancakes. go off king. i'm excited to see where this develops

lord cassius using the alias cass lordson. unironically.

keefe now canonically owns taylor swift merch.

keefe now canonically owns taylor swift merch with a line from anti-hero.

keefe now canonically owns taylor swift merch with a line from anti-hero, a song released in 2022. timeline who?

i'm sorry that part made me cry.

the only discernibly canadian thing that keefe does is consume what i assume to be a 40-pack of timbits. what an icon.

keefe says the phrase "foster-feels" aloud and in public

alvar is into skincare. completely unexpected. completely in character. 10/10 no notes

keefe and alvar being the dynamic duo we all need and deserve. they're so useless and get nothing done. love them so much <3

alvar calling keefe roomie. i'm in love with their dynamic btw

sorry um needed to mention cass lordson again

also taylor swift

cassius canonically being a cheeto enjoyer

keefe's entire interaction with the gay british jogger. i learned this man's entire life story in 3 pages and i'm so happy i did.

cannot wait to see what happens next because this is an absolute ride. omg

[lerokpaw]

🐉Dragon grass 🐉

You lit incense, but you didn't even think what it would lead to

!!!nsfw !!! !!! 18+ !!!

! All characters 18+!

Female reader

Sorry english don't my first language. But I hope you enjoy it 🐉

Status : Couple Y/N - Perfect (The head of a dilapidated dormitory)

A small heat source in the form of a green firefly lit the way for one of the most mysterious people in Twisted Wonderland or for you Tsunagotaro/Mal Mal/Malleus. His task at the moment was to see your face, or rather a smile on it. But first of all, to invite you on a little evening date. You and the future king of the Valley of Thorns have been dating for about six months and one of his favorite pleasures was to see you in a good mood, and if his favorite combo in the form of you, gargoyles, your love and beautiful art, which he saw in all of the above, were collected in one place and at one time, then Malleus was literally melting with love. And in the sky you could see how the stars were shining brighter. Wandering in his thoughts, the Dragon discovered that he nuzzled your door, while accidentally touching the bell with his horn, and he notified the resident of the Dilapidated dormitory of his majesty's presence. Hearing rapid footsteps on the stairs, the so-called Tsunagotaro moved away from the door and waited for your face to appear in its crack.

-Hello, Mal Mal! -"Greetings, my dear," horned smiled with his trademark gentle smile.

-Oh, listen - She slightly covered the already small gap as if to show that he does not have to see what is behind it. But now Malleus' interest has only grown.

-Yes, honey?

-I understand that you probably came for me on a date, but I'm a little unprepared… And could we sit here in the dorm today?

-I dare not refuse my dear couple this request, - he bowed familiarly You laughed a little

-Then come on in, I'm sorry, I'm a little at home.. I'm going to run to the kitchen for ice cream and return it, go to my room for now.

-Ice cream? Won't you need any help? - he already imagined how his favorite dish would be on his tongue.

-It's not worth it! Come into the room! - I was already shouting from the kitchen. The old wooden floorboards and stairs creaked under your boyfriend's feet. He was slowly moving deeper into the dorm when he felt a pleasant and sweet smell in his nose. Approaching your room, he realized that this fragrance was coming from there. When he entered, he saw Grim, who also exchanged a glance, but no longer friendly

-"Henchman, you brought that Tsunagotaro again without my knowledge! Malleus just narrowed his eyes and smiled at the furry creature.

-Don't go make-up, please, if something doesn't suit you, then go downstairs - she shouted through the whole dorm

-I'll actually go to the Adeuce duo then! At that moment, the monster ran out the door and pointedly slammed it -Sorry, Small, for this performance - she said calmly as she approached the room

-It's okay, I understand, my dear

-Your ice cream

-Thank you very much

Sit on the bed Have you started noticing how your boyfriend's pale face is starting to turn purple?

-Honey, are you hot?

-what? Oh, I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what's going on.. Am I just not used to it?

-Hmm, do you have an allergy to herbs?

-As far as I know, no, why? - now he was interested in what was happening to his body.

-Well, I just lit incense.. And I thought maybe they made you feel bad.

he approached you slowly and carefully, trying not to scare you off

- Can I smell you? -N-an unexpected offer- you blushed slightly - but I don't mind - you pushed the hair that was lying on your neck to the side, as if trying to tie it into a bunch

-Thank you - Mal said almost in a whisper and approached your neck inhaling the armat and now his previous sensations have doubled. As if waking up, he jumped back.

-I just don't know… It seems to me… - after these words, he attacked you with a sensual kiss. You've kissed before, but this… It was something that foreshadowed something more. After you stopped getting enough air.

-As if I want all of you - finally the thought was complete.

-What!? I'm sorry!? He abruptly leaned back from you

-Oh, I'm sorry.. I just.. I don't know what came over me Malleus rubbed the back of his head confused

-No! It's not that I'm against ours.. Continuations.. You started gesturing actively

-It's just me.. I didn't expect you to. Similar actions

-Hmm really? Malleus said, approaching you with a slightly mischievous smile and half-open eyes.

-Y-Yes! I am.. Sorry. I'm a little nervous.

-Maybe then you're not ready? I'll understand.. I won't insist - he gently took your hand and kissed it gently

-I didn't say that! It's just… this.. Nervous

-Are you afraid of me? -No! I love you very much! And as you can see, when you're so close to me, I don't push you away. Because I'm not afraid..

-Then I'll try to be gentle... Malleus smiled at you tenderly and ran his hand over your cheek You're blushing

- You always know how to embarrass me. Tsunagotaro gently ran his hand down your neck and ran his fingers a little over the top of your pajamas. He pressed his nose against your shoulder and inhaled the fragrance, his pupils sharply narrowed

-Darling? - He said in a slightly trembling voice

-What is it?

-Are you sure you agree to what happens next? I won't be able to restrain myself..

-Yes.. Just be gentle to start with You felt his smile appearing on your skin. It was important for him to hear the permission from your mouth. Now small spikes and a tail began to show on his back. Although it wasn't visible through his clothes yet

-Good...- he slowly began to take off your shirt. After he took it off, he said

-Darling.. I didn't think your kind had such cute gadgets..

He pointed to his chest and gently kneaded it with his hands

-Tell me if it hurts you. even in his lust-intoxicated state, he tried to take care of you. -M?!

She turned her head away, blushing

-Except yours.. Is there no view of them?

-There is, but I never paid attention to it…

He leaned against the chest area with a languid look and began to kiss her slowly and sensually.

-Mm.. The taste is as incredible as the smell ~

After his words, you whimpered softly while he kissed you and smiled, and his hands slowly made their way to the area below your stomach. Now Malleus was slowly sliding towards your stomach and was already kissing you there.

-Mm~ My rose.. Will you let me go on?

-Yes.. Oh sure The horned fairy grinned and his hands pulled the elastic of your night pants a little, gently pulling them off you. After that, your underwear became his barrier to your wonderful taste, he puffed up a little from this fact. But he continued to slowly spend his hands removing this obstacle, while feeling like you were already wet. Pushing your legs apart a little, the scent of your arousal hit him right in the nose and the smell of incense gave him even more strength to continue.

-It really looks like rose petals.. - he said, spreading your vulva

-Mm!? Where.. How? Where did you find this comparison? - She said, looking at him with one raised eyebrow

-Well.. He massaged it a little with his fingers and looked down intently.

-It's a little awkward..

-What could be more embarrassing than my position in front of you?

-Hehe, you're a darling.. Once.. When I was younger, I became interested in the topic.. Mating. And I asked Lilia what it was like.. Well, he told me that "everything is so beautiful for women that I look like rose petals" Frankly, I did not believe him, and I did not quite understand what he was talking about. But now that I see it all in person.. His words make sense

-Well, that's an interesting comparison..

-Do you think so?~ - he said in a seductive tone when his face was between your legs, where he slowly ran his tongue between the folds -Mh!? - you jumped a little out of surprise, thereby hitting him a little in the nose with your hips

-Honey, calm down.. Otherwise, I'll go crazy before I give us pleasure~ I'm already holding on with all my strength so as not to eat you.. That smell.. Intoxicating~ - Malleus tightened his grip on your legs, scratching them a little with his claws, starting to run his tongue up and down.

-Mmm~

-That's what I wanted to hear, my rose ~ -

He mimicked the movements of his tongue in your petals. Quickly finding the middle, he rushed there. Each time, his movements became more violent, as he quickly began to lose his composure. Listening to your moans, he couldn't hold back his own mooing, thereby sending you impulses that didn't help you not melt in his grip.

-Ah! - From his accidental sharp thrust, you moaned and mechanically moved your hands to his horns. With these actions, you finally pulled the trigger from the dragon, who was now furiously beating his tongue at you and your petals

Driving in like that for a couple more minutes, you felt a wave of pleasure begin to catch up with you. Malleus felt your back begin to arch and your legs to shake.

-Mm~ Have you already?

-Don't talk.. Ah! Go on..

-Hehe - you felt his smile tremble in you

-Mmm~Ah! - when he hit you with his tongue the last time, you sprayed him in the face, squeezing between his legs. The dragon rose slowly, carefully releasing your legs. His eyes were sparkling with a green light, and his whole face was in your netar. He licked his face and approached your already breathless face.

-Malleus.. phew..

-Yes, my rose ~ before you say it, I want to say that you are magnificent both in taste and aroma, as befits a flower ~

-You.. The dragon is too greedy..

-Naturally ~ - he gently tucked your hair behind your ear.

-Phew..

-Are you ready to continue? ~ - Malleus is clearly pissed off after your taste

-WHAT!? We just did..

-Hehe, this is just the beginning, I want to feel your nectar not only on my lips ~

-You.. You're vulgar! - you got up and hit him with a pillow

Ahaha, darling, but you like it ~ He stopped you by grabbing your hand - And since you're already so active, I can continue~

The incense finally burned out.. But the smell of "Dragon Grass" has long filled the whole room..