#avoid milk for cats

[meowkats2024]

Can You Actually Give Cats Cow Milk?

The Milk Myth: Why It’s Time to Rethink the Saucer You’ve seen it in cartoons. A cat slurps milk from a shiny dish, purring in delight. It’s a familiar image—charming, even nostalgic. But here’s the truth: cow’s milk isn’t good for cats. In fact, it can cause serious digestive issues. Despite its cultural popularity, milk is not a natural or necessary part of a cat’s diet. While the creamy…

[marvelsmostwanted]

The Washington Post on what is “in” and “out” for 2025… please 💀

[theglizzardwizard]

Omari has a rotating cast of other wizarding students to help him through arc 1 and they're all united by deep personal issues and moral ambivalence.

[crescenthistory]

did i hear you say you were writing another animagus!reader x regulus where they cuddle at hogwarts in each their cat forms? 🥺🥺

you know what they say, don't believe everything you hear... except for that, that's actually true

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, copious amounts of fluff, established relationship, bsf!remus, background wolfstar, reader and reg are kinda goody-two-shoes, platonic physical affection

Note: read more about cat!animagus!reader's shenanigans with reg, wolfstar and james here & here

Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat

What a conundrum.

Remus should take this as an opportunity to be a good friend. You have spent almost two decades showing him exactly how to do that, playing the perfect part of the sister-he-never-had, loving and supporting him through life. For never turning your back on him, Remus is sure he owes you far more than what he can ever repay you, so he should try every single day. He should be a good friend.

But it was just too funny not to.

"At what point is it our duty to wake them up?" Sirius' voice whispered in his ear, shaking with mirth.

"I'm wondering the exact same thing." Remus dragged his words out to avoid making a decision. "How long do you think we can get away with?"

"I mean, they are already 15 minutes late to their Charms lesson, so we're dead men walking for not having said anything so far."

Remus is just able to tear his eyes away from you to glance sideways at Sirius, a too-fond smile already playing over his lips as he sees the exact mischievous look on his boyfriend's face that he expected. The look he fell in love with, not that Remus would be sappy enough to think about that right now. "So what you're saying is..."

"Leave it for a while longer?" Sirius grinned.

"Leave it for a while longer." Remus confirmed, whispering through a laugh, shifting his body further into Sirius' side as he lets his eyes fall back on you.

Well. On what he and Sirius knew to be you and Regulus, but what all other students in the library thought was just two cats sleeping in an armchair.

There was an elongated square of sunlight cast onto the middle of the seat by one of the beautifully decorated windows of the ancient castle, every cat's dream spot. The green velvet covering the seat of the mahogany chair was already riddled with fur from how long the two of you had been curled up around each other in it, white, grey and black hairs mixing together. Your forms might as well be mixing together too, fluid in a way that defied physics yet looked impossibly comfortable. Remus supposed you had to milk as much pleasure out of being an animagus as possible to make that whole mandrake leaf ordeal worth it. Though you could not answer even if he asked you right now, he was sure you at this very moment thought it was.

Remus' smile widened as he saw your chest rise dramatically as you breathed a sleepy huff, turning your head over slightly and burrowing it further into Regulus' plush neck. Your little cat bodies laid facing each other, arms around each other in a way he thought looked a little too much like a human hug.

It would be the absolute picture of serenity, two young things with no care in the world but each other – had it not been for the large clock ironically hanging right behind you, reminding you that you were not supposed to be here right now.

The four of you – five before James ran off the second he spotted red hair a few shelves back – had spent your two hours of shared free periods to read up together, for once actually doing a considerable amount of studying during it. Sirius was rubbing it in your faces, yours by consequence and Regulus' by design, that you still had one lesson left for the day when you abruptly stood up and demanded that you need a study break. When you then promptly dragged Regulus off into a corner, Sirius got the karma of a lifetime as he grew very concerned about what kind of break you would be engaging in. That was until the two cats lazily strolled back in and made themselves comfortable in the chair they now claimed as theirs.

Knowing you, Remus knew you hadn't intended on falling asleep, but maybe the fact that you did meant you really needed it. Yes, surely, you must have been exhausted and your body demanded a rest, so frankly he is quite an amazing friend for ensuring you listen to your health and your needs.

"Cats shouldn't be allowed to be that cute," Sirius all but grumbled as he looked at the two of them. "I should hate them on principle, but look at them Moony!"

"Quite literally no one is demanding that you hate cats on behalf of Padfoot, Siri."

"Padfoot is!" Sirius gave him a you can't argue with that logic look, but Remus knew he could.

"Ah, yes, my boyfriend the dog," he mused, cocking an eyebrow at Sirius who promptly reached out with his finger and pulled it back down.

"I could so give you a comeback to that, but I respect you too much not to say it in public," Sirius muttered and Remus couldn't fight his laughter.

Something moving in his periphery brought his attention back on you, seeing you shift even more into Regulus which caused him to begin stirring as well. Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, Remus whispered to you in his mind.

As always, you didn't listen to him, and ever so slowly Remus saw you peel one yellow eye open, blinking blearily at the room before turning your head back towards Regulus. The greyest of your four paws came up to gently pet at the black cat's neck, almost as if you were smoothing over the fur you had ruffled in your sleep. It made Remus' heart ache with love for you both, even as his stomach was slowly dropping.

A soft prrt! escaped Regulus before he instantly began purring and tightening his hold on you with his little cat paws, nosing his head against yours. A kind of softness Regulus rarely let himself fall into in public, though this was arguably a grey area.

It almost looked like you were about to be driven back into sleep by the vibrations moving through you from Regulus' chest. Remus noticed Sirius paying attention raptly as well, which was unfortunate.

Because when you shot up out of your seat with a small squeak, jumping as if startled as you looked towards the clock – now a good 30 minutes into your 45 minutes lesson – Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter. It earned him more than a few hushes from those around, but most importantly, it earned him your head snapping around to look at him with eyes that could rival a basilisk’s.

Considering Remus was already on a streak of making disloyal choices towards his loved ones, he didn't fight his instinct to stand up from his seat and back up when you ran and jumped onto the table right in front of Sirius' face with a hiss. You slapped at him with a clawless paw to which Sirius whispered something along the lines of "hey, knock it off, be cool" while trying to hold you at arm's length. You scowled at him as aggressively as any cat could, raising your back slightly before you arguably tut-ed at him and jumped back down.

Remus fought for his life to not laugh.

You turned around and ran over to Regulus who was still lazily stretching and gaining his bearings, not an ounce of care shown towards the near-assault of his brother. Nudging him with your head towards the end of the chair, he got the point and jumped down, already falling into his usual graceful mannerisms.

Together you scurried off back into your corner.

When you came back a mere minute later Remus swore there was no difference in your facial expression. Remus carefully walked around the table – where Sirius was still sitting with a petulant pout – hands up in surrender.

You crossed your arms, leaning your weight onto your right hip as you glared at your oldest friend, clearly expecting him to speak first. Behind you Regulus was strolling over, looking like he was trying really hard to be miffed but falling just short.

“How dare you,” you said – and it was a statement, not a question.

“In my defence,” Remus started, hands still up but so were the corners of his lips. “You two looked adorable.”

“That will surely hold up real well with the professor,” you scoffed.

“We didn’t make you fall asleep, princess,” Sirius grumbled to which you turned to him with a bitch please look Remus is fairly certain you picked up from Sirius.

“Apologies for expecting my friends to have my back. How stupid of me.”

“Very stupid indeed,” Sirius murmured as he took a sip of his coffee, grimacing when he found it to be cold. He nearly spilled some when Regulus gave him a light slap up the back of the head.

Remus figured it was time to pull out the big guns.

He manoeuvred his held up hands to be stretched out towards you instead with a rueful smile as he inched closer and closer. You had a moody expression still, eyeing him with suspicion, but you didn’t move out of the way. He dared make a small cooing sound as he brought you into a hug, coddling you like one would a child after they hurt themselves to keep them from crying.

“‘M super super sorry, lovie,” Remus half-muttered half-laughed into your hair as he rocked you a little bit. Your arms were still crossed against his chest, but you were leaning into him. 

“Don’t believe you, Loopy.” 

Regulus snorted at that and Remus looked up at him over his shoulder and the boys shared a look of humour and shared love for you that warmed his stomach. Though when Sirius nipped at Regulus’ sleeve to get his attention, the faux-miffed expression was plastered right back on the younger boy’s face.

Siblings, Remus thought and chuckled a bit into your hair.

“You laughing at me?” you questioned incredulously. 

“No, I’m laughing at our boys.” His response was quick to rid himself of any further accusations.

You instantly nodded against his shoulder. “Understandable.”

“Hey! Don’t bring me into this, amour.” Regulus' chiding tone was met with you uncrossing your arms at last, reaching a hand out behind you blindly, which he immediately took and squeezed with his own.

You let your other arm curl around Remus’ back. Forgiveness at last.

He pulled back to look down at you with a goofy grin, and was pleased to see you could no longer contain yours either. “You were really cute. Didn’t want to disturb you.”

You gave him a look. “Right, no laughing at our expense whatsoever.”

“Never.”

You gave him a light shove while you snorted, pushing him away from you. “This is what I get for my sacrifice for you?” you said as you shook your head at him not much unlike McGonagall would during detention.

“I would argue you got a pretty sweet deal with that sacrifice, doll, seeing as you can curl up with your equally sacrificial boyfriend and sleep in the library whenever.” Sirius nodded solemnly, while jutting his chin towards Regulus. “This one would never let that happen in any other form.”

“Oh, I’m sure I could’ve convinced him,” you replied, looking at Regulus with an almost salacious smile. As if to prove your point – or just to prove Sirius wrong – he came up to stand closer behind you, arms going around your waist. You leaned your weight back against him with a happy sigh.

“Disgusting,” was all Sirius offered.

You raised an eyebrow at him before turning your head sideways to give Regulus a short, sweet kiss.

“Disgusting,” he groaned once more, pressing the backs of his palms into his eyes.

“Karma,” you and Remus sing-songed at him at the exact same time in the exact same tone. 

Your eyes met in surprise before you both burst out laughing, any pretend fight seeping out of you as you both beamed at each other.

Siblings, Remus found himself thinking once more.

“Well, now that we don’t have a lesson to get to anymore, I suggest we get out of here,” Regulus sighed, squeezing your hips as if to underline his point.

“Where we heading?” Sirius asked as he swung his legs out to get up.

“I don’t know where you’re going,” you started. “But Remus will go hunt down a certain Head Boy and get him to make up some excuse to Professor Flitwick for why Regulus and I did not attend class so that our absence is removed from the records.” You put on your sweetest smile as you turned towards Remus at the last part.

“Regulus, what have you done with her?!” Sirius stage-whispered his accusation at Regulus who only responded with a certain impolite gesture.

“And why would James do that?” Remus drawls, certain that his entertainment was written all over his face.

“Oh, I’m sure he owes you for something, you figure it out.” You spoke as you tried to put your bag over your shoulder to leave, but Remus and Regulus both reached for it at the same time. They gave each other a look, trying to decide who will take the literal burden, before they both turned to Sirius and dropped the bag in his lap. He rolled his eyes at the both of them, but pulled the strap over his free shoulder nonetheless. 

“You are quite the minx, aren’t you?” Remus asked, going for chiding and landing somewhere along the lines of compliance.

“Learned from the best, Rem!” you cheered brightly, pressing quick smacking kisses on both his and Sirius’ cheek.

Before they could muster up a response or a reaction, you had already hauled Regulus down the halls of the library towards the exit with half-heartedly hushed giggles. The raven-haired boy looked over his shoulder right before you turned the corner with a barely-contained smile, inhibitions straw thin in your presence.

Remus understood him well.

He turned to Sirius with a pleased smile to find him already admiring his reactions from where he stood beside him.

“I get why they’re cats,” Remus mused as he interlaced their fingers, following the general direction you ran off to, ready to hunt down James and possibly claw up some furniture. 

“Because they’re adorable but also massive menaces?”

Remus breathed out contently. “Yeah.”

[w1ll0wray]

TOO STUBBORN TO PURR ft. jinx x fem!reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: suffocated by your parents trying to protect you 24/7–especially after a zaunite criminal had nearly exploded your older sister—you find yourself accidentally meeting a violent blue-furred kitty.

⊹₊⟡⋆ warnings: jinx x female reader, minors or men dni, smut, jinx!receiving head, upset stomach, bratty!jinx, reader is a kiramman, jinx is a kitty, fem!reader giving head, nsfw, pre shimmer jinx, she drank singed’s potion, they do it in her human form, reader is too sweet.

wc. 5.3k

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“Miss— You must go back home! It’s pouring out here.” Your assistant yelled out, following after you in the rain. 

You didn’t listen, stomping in your heels down the shops, wanting some alone time. Your assistant didn’t get the hint, following your mother’s orders. 

Ugh. You needed some space for once!

Turning in your heel, you scoffed, “Leave me alone! I’ll go home when I—“ 

Meow

Pausing, your head snapped to the little animal trying to escape the rain’s water droplets, its body quivering and pushing against the shops wall. Sensing your assistant about to speak, you held up a hand, a shine flickering through your eyes at the adorable blue kitty. 

Rushing to the cat, you bent down, dirtying your dress, “Hello there..” You smiled, stretching your hand out gently. The cat didn’t seem pleased, a frown etched on its face. When it took a step away, you squealed at the cuteness and left no room for the animal to escape. 

You scooped the kitty into your arms, ignoring the angry sounds it let out. Patting on its wet fur, you pressed its face close to your chest, humming a soft tune to shush it up. The cat had stopped resisting after a few meows, its body melting into you. 

You took that as your cue to walk back home. Once you had arrived home, dodging your mother in the halls, the kitty had fallen asleep in your arms. You gently placed the little cat on your silk bed covers. It flinched and awoke immediately, meowing loudly. 

Yelping, you tried to shush it up, “Shh, okay, okay.” The kitty stopped, curiously watching you walk across the room. Your maid soon entered the room, helping you undress. It felt satisfying removing the corset that suffocated you the whole day. 

Stripping to only your underwear, a light blue lace set, you shooed your maid away. As the door closed, you put on your navy sheer satin dressing gown. Humming a tune, you made your way back to your bed, smiling at the blue kitty cautiously watching you. 

Settling on the bed and resting your back against the pillows, you stared at the kitty still seated beside your legs, “Hm… you must be hungry.” You didn’t own cat food. 

Would the kitty like some cooked salmon?

You also needed to eat your dinner. 

You decided on sneaking into the kitchen, still trying to avoid your mother. Spotting the cooked salmon, you reheated the fish, grabbing some chocolate-chip cookies and milk for yourself. Hurrying down the halls, you were so close to reaching your door—

“Sister, I was looking for you—“ 

You jumped, whirling around. At the sight of deep blue hair, you sighed. 

Your sister, Caitlyn, frowned at the dishes you held, “That’s an interesting combination, truly.” 

Trying to cover your panic, you giggled, “Ah, you know… that time of month.” 

Her brows raised, “Oh! But sister, you detest fish.” Suspicion was bound to creep in. 

You shook your head, “I dislike any fish other than salmon.” You raise a finger to hover her face, “You should know that by now.” She scrunched her nose, visibly thinking. 

She then nodded, “Right. Well, I’ll be going out tonight.” You grinned, aware of the blush slowly settling on her face. 

“Is it a date?” 

Caitlyn instantly shushed you, forcing your mouth closed, “Shush! I don’t want anyone finding out.” You nodded, bidding her goodbye as she walked away. 

Once she’s out of view, you run into your room, hoping the kitty hadn’t escaped somehow. Spotting the blue cat, you lifted the tiny plate with salmon, “I got you dinner!” 

The cat sat up, jumping off the bed and taking hesitant steps towards the plate on the floor. It took a small bite and then meowed. You frowned, crouching down beside it—her— now that you’ve noticed.

The cat looked up at you before tipping the plate over, resulting in the salmon messily staining everything. You gasped, “Hey! That’s expensive salmon!” 

She meowed and walked away. What an expressive cat, huh. Well, at least she was entertaining in some way.  After cleaning after the kitty, you failed to find anything else for her. So, you sat down on the couch in your room, dipping the cookie in the milk and eating it. 

However,  the blue cat suddenly leaped onto the couch, watching you bite into the soft cookie. Baffled, you waved the cookie over her furry face, “Oh, now you want some food?” 

The cat meowed. 

“Well, this isn’t good for you, kitty.” You continued eating the desserts, amused by the cat trying to reach for them. When the meowing wouldn’t stop, you groaned, carefully placing her on your lap, “Fine. But you’ll onlyhave one bite.” 

Once you lowered the cookie to her mouth,  she immediately took a bite, messily chewing. Without warning, she scratched your hand and hurried off. 

Gasping, you grasped your hand, “Hey!” Blood trickled down your palm. She even took the cookie with her! Gritting your teeth, you stomped over the bed, where the cat had settled on. 

The cookie crumbs went everywhere! How could you possibly sleep in the bed with all the chocolate smearing the silk? What’s worse was that the cat had already gobbled down the whole cookie. 

Sitting down on the only clean part of the bed, you stared at the kitty trying to lick off the leftover chocolate. She must be hungry…

You jolted up, walking over to the glass of milk on your coffee table. Milk isn’t that bad for cats, right? 

After bandaging the scratch she had carved into your skin, you rushed back to the kitty. You gently placed the cup of warm milk. In a flash, she licked the milk, splashing you with how desperate she was. She did look malnourished, that explained a lot. 

And so, that day, a new furry friendship has blossomed. Or so— you thought. 

Your mother had caught on on the fact that a cat had started living under her roof and accepted that the animal were to stay unless kept under your supervision. 

You, with the excitement, bought a bunch of items and things for the cat. You bought her a luxurious cat bed, where she’d sleep in your room. However, quickly, you realized how spoiled the kitty was. 

She was vicious when it came to anyone else except you. When you had friends over for tea or chitchats, she’d lay on your lap, scaring your guests with her scrutinizing looks. You’d brush off their fear of her potential jumping on them with calm reassurances.

“Do not worry, she’s a good girl and knows it’s not proper to scare off guests.” You would chime, reassuring your friends that the snarling cat on your lap was, in fact, a sweetheart.

Because she was!

Contrasting with how it was at the start, ‘Kitty’, you called her, became extremely clingy. Whenever you had to go out and run some errands, she’d grip onto your dress and meow uncontrollably. Once, she even ripped your gown on the day you had a date planned! 

You never wanted to risk bringing her out, her lethal behavior could attract some unwanted attention from the enforcers. Even if she was a cat, they might scare her with their weapons, you thought. 

Around your sister, she’d have the worst meltdowns. One time, during tea time and gossip time with Caitlyn, Kitty jumped on the table and made all the milk drop onto Cait’s skirt. She would walk off even when you scolded her. Another time, you were petting her blue fur, scratching under her neck, spoiling her with affection until Caitlyn barged in, frustration radiating off of her as she walked over. 

“You forgot to attend the event last night?” She wasn’t nicely asking but rather demanding you answer. You were stunned by her furious demeanor, hesitantly answering, “I wasn’t feeling well.” 

To be fair, the event was important for the Kiramman reputation in Piltover. Your mother was part of the council for heavens sake and she even scolded you last night when she arrived back from the event. It had been an event to launch a search party for a wanted criminal and your presence there was excruciatingly important. 

You didn’t go. And yes, you lied to Caitlyn. The real reason was because Kitty somehow ruined all your potential dresses with colored paint. You presumed she got the paint from the arts room and spilled the magenta pink and neon blue paint all over the dresses laid out. 

You were agitated at first— actually expecting to attend the event this time. But, once you sat down on your couch, contemplating what to do, you simply gave up and removed your makeup. 

Kitty watched everything you did, her fangs revealing themselves when you ordered the servants to throw the dresses away. Once the disastrous dresses were gone, you crawled into bed, forcing kitty into your arms as you fell asleep. 

“Don’t lie to me. A servant told me what happened.” She sent a glare over to kitty, who enjoyed all the kisses she was getting from you. 

You paused, reducing the petting aggression, “It’s not kitty’s fault. The paint happened to be there, Cait.” You reasoned. 

Caitlyn, however, was not there for it. She crossed her arms, “Do you know how society perceives you right now?” 

You rolled your eyes, feeling Kitty snuggle closer into your warm touch, “I couldn’t care less—“ 

“—They think you’re badly tainting our image.” She cut you off, leaving you dumbfounded. You froze up, brows knitting at their audacity, “What— just because I didn’t attend one event?” 

Caitlyn rubbed the space in between her eyes, “It’s wasn’t an ordinary event!” 

You picked Kitty off your lap, putting her down on the couch and immediately jumping out of your seat, “I don’t care if it was about some wanted undercity criminal!” 

Caitlyn gritted her teeth, “You should care because we, our family, are expected to show up at that type of event.” Your mouth opened to speak but Cait cuts you, 

“Especially if it’s for the safety of Piltover. You know, since our mother is actually part of the council.” 

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her way. She dodged, catching the next one you send flying her way, “Learn from this experience and attend tonight’s event.” 

“I don’t want to.” You crossed your arms, frowning. 

She narrowed her eyes, pointing a firm finger at you, “You will. Besides, you might enjoy the thrill of discussing plans for Jinx’s capture.” 

You scrunched your nose, trying to remember the last time you heard that name, “Isn’t Jinx that terrorist who nearly killed you?” 

Cait nodded.

Oh, right! She’s the one who exploded all of Caitlyn’s coworkers at that fire a month ago. Thankfully, she failed at catching Caitlyn. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of such a menace walking around Piltover’s streets.

You sighed in defeat, letting your arms fall 

to your sides, “Ugh— fine. I’ll only attend because she almost killed you.” 

Caitlyn hummed in delight, nodding before leaving your room. That afternoon, your mother had bought you a gorgeous dress for the event. It was a soft butter-colored silk dress adorned with tiny flower designs. As you were doing your makeup, sliding the deep red lipstick over your lips, Kitty jumped onto your vanity. 

Jolting back, you huffed, “Kitty! Be careful. I don’t want to stain my dress.”  You lectured, petting her before resuming your makeup. 

However, Kitty took steps on your product filled vanity, making a foundation bottle topple over, nearly soiling your dress. You instantly bolted out of your chair, shrieking at the liquid dripping on your carpet. 

“You— Stop that!” You scolded her, swatting her off the vanity. Was she doing this on purpose? Did cats have supernatural instincts? 

You didn’t want to risk getting your dress splotched with any source of liquid and resorted to getting ready in your sister’s room. Kitty’s meows could be heard from the other side of the wall. Caitlyn’s room was right beside yours. Your sister didn’t own that much makeup compared to you, she was more into her studies than taking care of her appearance. You, obviously, took extra care, just like your mother taught you to. 

Your heart hurt every time you listened to Kitty’s sounds. She probably thought you were mad at her… 

When you come back, you’ll bring extra dessert with you to make it up to her. 

And unexpectedly, you enjoyed the event. Everyone was shocked to find the jewel of the family back out in society. You put on a bright smile on your face and it surprisingly lasted the whole night. 

Discussing about the attacks and the plans revolving around Jinx’s future arrest made adrenaline rush into your veins. Not the satisfaction of arresting her— but you were astonished to hear about how young and talented in creating weapons she was. Sure— she almost blew up your sister— but what she achieved at such a young age as a Zaunite was shocking. You wished to see how she looked like— but only Caitlyn responded with a vague answer.

“Blue hair.” 

The way Jayce and Viktor explained how much of a dangerous mastermind she was, you slightly wondered what ran in that girl’s head. Anyone you spoke to, would give you new information about her. 

At the end of the night, the event had closed off with Jayce announcing the money someone could obtain if they caught Jinx. 

Wow. Everyone was cheering, yelling that justice will be served. Beside you, you could tell Caitlyn was slightly skeptical about the plan. She never answered when you asked if she was all right.

Walking up the steps, you groaned at the feeling of your heels stabbing your feet. Your father and Caitlyn helped you up the stairs, Caitlyn occasionally asking why you’d even dare wear heels. Your mother just led the way, unlocking the door and keeping it open for you all. 

After kissing your parents goodnight and waving Caitlyn off, you gave your heels to a servant, “Get them out of my sight.” You were about to dismiss them before pausing. 

Slowly turning, you urged them closer, “Is this a bad time to ask for cookies?” They shook their head, smiling. 

They were used to that request. 

Once they gave you the chocolate chip cookies with a bottle of milk, you made your way upstairs. Smiling, you silently turned the knob of your bedroom door, turning around to close the door behind you. 

And when you turned around, you beamed, “Kitty, I’ve got your favorite!” 

…

“What. the. fuck.” You cursed.

Your eyes widened. You stumbled back, nearly tripping over your own feet. 

Oh my god.

Someone was in your room. Someone was sleeping on your bed and it wasn’t Kitty. 

Taking quiet steps over to your bed, a shiver skated down your spine. This isn’t Kitty. 

It’s a person! 

Trying to identify the person in the dim lit room, you squinted. They were snoozing under your covers, wrapped in your blankets. You immediately noticed the long blue braids cascading over the pillows. 

Your breath hitched. 

As soon as the sound escaped your lips, the snoozing silhouette in front of you woke up, moving in a flash. 

The plate full of sweets and bottle of milk flew out of your hold, hands pinning your wrists on top of your head against the bed. 

Your gaping eyes clashed with narrowed violet-blue ones.  Your body trembled in fear once you realized who this person might be. 

“If it isn’t little miss Kiramman.” 

You squirmed against her firm hold, trying to free yourself out of this obscene position. She clicked her tongue as you continued your attempts of escape. 

“Stop moving, damn it!” She pushed you further into the mattress, prompting you to shriek at the stretch. 

You glanced at her naked body, “Who are you?” You hoped it wasn’t who you thought it was. 

She maliciously grinned, giggling down at you like the criminal she was, “Its not that hard to think, is it?” 

“Jinx.” You gasped, your legs instantly moving to push her off. 

She only giggled, staring at you with an unreadable expression, “Mhm, that’s me, but…I liked Kitty too.” The way she bit her lip said otherwise.

You flinched, “You’re not Kitty.” You whirled your head sideways, trying to spot the furry cat. Sadness flowed in your chest at her disappearance. 

Your mind was soon clouded with a million ways to escape. The best one being to yell out for help. Caitlyn.

“HEL—“ A palm roughly pressed itself against your mouth, interrupting your pleas.  

“Ah Ah Ah… I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” She wickedly smiled, her bare body still pressed against you. Speaking of her body, your eyes trailed down to the sight of her breasts and….stop.

You redirected your attention on her face, her braids reaching the mattress beside you. Having enough, you gritted your teeth, “What do you want from me?— And why are you naked?” 

Jinx tsked, “I preferred the way you acted before.” Her body shifted on you. 

You tensed up, “You’re not Kitty.” That only resulted in angering the blue-haired girl, “Well— how would Jinx, the big bad criminal, know that you dance in your lingerie every evening?” 

Scoffing, you nudged her back with your knee, “You stalked me, that’s how!” 

She didn’t like that. 

“Please don’t kill me.” You pleaded.

Her amused gaze transformed into one of pure agitation, her eyes narrowing down into slits, the silence adding to the dangerous tension in the room.

The way her lips tightened in that half-pout half-scowl made every inch of your body scream at you to run. 

You couldn’t.

One simple move and she’ll kill you with some item in your room. Upon noticing her mouth curling into a snarl, you gulped, your gaze darting to the cookies and bottle of milk on the floor. 

The plate didn’t shatter. That’s why no one was here. 

“I won’t tell anyone you’re here. Please.” 

Shit. Think of something else you idiot! 

Jinx’s hands flexed at her sides, like she was about to grab or tear you apart. That was your last straw. 

Just bloody do anything. 

You plastered a sweet smile on your lips, trying to mask any sign of fear, “I got your favorite!” You cooed, biting your lip when the blue-haired girl blinked, her manic energy dissipating. 

You continued, “The servants prepared them just for you.” You nodded at the plate of cookies on the floor, some crumbs on the carpet. Jinx’s hold on your wrists loosened, her lips parting, as if to say something, but instead, she only tilted her head to glance at the cookies. 

You noticed the way she leaned forward, her posture hunched over you, her brows slightly furrowed. 

“The warm milk will help with that upset stomach of yours.” 

If she truly was Kitty, you knew how swollen her abdomen would get if she had an upset stomach. But obviously, you couldn’t specifically tell with her human body, so you caught on to her facial expressions. 

Jinx let out a sharp, bitter laugh, “I don’t have an upset stomach.” Her voice had turned tight, like it physically hurt her to speak. 

She’s stubborn. 

However, you felt her hands completely loosen their hold on your wrists. Immediately, your hands found themselves on her hips, “Let me take care of you.” You didn’t wait for her to respond, automatically switching your positions. 

The moment you straddled her, Jinx tensed up, “W—What are you…” 

You get off of her, rapidly grabbing the warm milk from the floor and crawling back up the bed. Jinx had a scowl on her face, skeptical eyes inspecting you open the lid. 

Trailing your gaze from the milk to the still very naked Jinx, you hummed, “I’ll get you some clothes. Here, drink this.” You handed her the warm drink. Jinx hesitantly took it, plopping it on the bedside table as you dug through your wardrobe. 

She was puzzled, brows furrowed in disbelief. You could practically sense her confusion as you pulled out some undergarments and a matching pair of silk pyjamas for her. This’ll do.

Walking back to the bed, where she laid, sitting up with her elbows, you showed her the set. Jinx snorted, but quickly frowned when you approached her, her eyes locked onto yours. “Why would you wanna take care of me?”

You stared down at her, tightening your hold on the clothes, “Sure, I don’t appreciate you nearly blowing up my sister to pieces,” You dropped the clothes on the bed, your hand wrapping around Jinx’s ankle. 

You yanked, pulling her down the bed until she hit the edge. Jinx let out a startled grunt. She lifted her head, about to fire off a remark, but you closed the space first, lowering yours to meet her gaze. 

Her eyes widened.

“But hey, there’s quite a thrill knowing Piltover’s most wanted has been…clinging to me.” 

Jinx stiffened, lost for words, before stuttering out a small, “I..I’m not— I wasn’t clinging—“ 

She sucked in a sharp breath when you slightly spread her legs. For a split second, you glanced at her pussy, the light coming from outside highlighting the contours of her folds. 

You snapped out of your trance, grabbing the underwear and helping her put them on. Once her hips lifted, you raised the lingerie, making sure it fit right. 

It kind of did.

Helping her with the pyjamas, you didn’t bother giving her a bra since hers were much smaller. You couldn’t deny the pit of warmth coiling in your stomach at the thought of her body. 

She nearly killed Caitlyn, you baboon!

Jinx sat up, her brows knitting together as you perched on the bed, “You serious?” she asked, voice laced with skepticism. 

You frowned, “I’m serious about what?” 

The blue-haired girl groaned, rolling in the bed beside you, as if she wasn’t laying next to a person who could fuck up her whole plan of staying low.

“Do you mean it?” She muttered, her body now faced sideways towards you, “You wouldn’t—“ Jinx interrupted herself with a whimper, wrapping a tight arm around her tummy. 

You got out of your lied down position, arm stretching out to place itself on her hand, “Here, let me.” 

Jinx eyed you suspiciously, uncertainty flickering in her gaze. However, the next jolt of pain to shoot from her stomach resulted in her gritting her teeth to avoid crying out. You noticed, clicking your tongue disapprovingly, “Stop being a stubborn brat.” 

You slapped her hand, hoping for her to move it— but of course, she didn’t. Jinx gripped her stomach, scowling, “Ugh. Stupid cold. Stupid stomach. This is dumb.” 

Rolling your eyes, you still tried to remove her hands, “Then let me help!” You whisper-yelled, starting to get worried about her condition. Jinx huffed, shaking her head, “I’m not weak!” She kicked a leg up in the air dramatically. 

You crossed your arms, watching her fidget with the silky fabric of the pyjamas. She slumped on her back, pale knees raised, feet pressing into the bed.

“Fine, I’m going to sleep.” You hoped she’d get the message that you were upset, but she didn’t utter a word. You tucked yourself beneath the covers, letting sleep finally creep in. 

“Nngh..-!” 

Your eyes snapped open from the groan you just heard. Rolling to the other side, your eyes widened at the sight of Jinx clutching her stomach, her whole body curled. 

Sitting back up, you glanced at the view outside the window, the only light coming from the moon still high up in the sky. 

“Ugh… stupid stomach..”

Your eyes darted to the suffering girl beside you, her face scrunched up. Letting your fingers ghost over her skin, you gently shook her shoulder. 

She woke up startled—but relaxed once she spotted you. Staring at her stomach, you pressed a warm hand on her lower tummy, “Have you eaten?”

Jinx pouted, “Yes, I did!” She forced out, wincing again. 

Humming, you rubbed the soft skin of her stomach, the silk pjs riding up to expose more flesh, “Then..what’s the matter?” 

Her lips parted, leaning into your touch, her head still resting on the pillow. Once you quirked a brow up, she responded with a low, “I got cold.” 

“You got cold?” 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

You raised your hands up in surrender, resisting the urge to smile at her pout. She yanked your hand back down to her stomach, muffling a whimper with her other hand. As you studied her, guilt soared through your chest. 

What could you do to help?

If this was a post-chill stomach ache, then what could you do to stop the pain?

An idea popped up, “Would you like a heating pad?” 

“No!” She cried out, shifting position but keeping your hand on her belly. Sighing in defeat, you leaned your head to get closer to her, “Well, what do you want?” 

Jinx swallowed, her throat bobbing. There’s been a shift in the air— something you couldn’t deny. Her gaze doesn’t waver, staying locked on you as you bent down even closer. Her lips twitched, but she doesn’t speak until your hum forced her over the edge, “You’re….warm.” 

A smile engraved its way up to your lips at her unusual bashful behavior. When she shifted under you, you cracked. 

Grabbing hold of her wrists, you pinned them on opposite sides of her head,  doe-eyes looking up at you with too much vulnerability. 

“You looking up at me like that drives me insane.” Your voice dropped to a husky whisper, grip on her wrists tightening. You felt the way her pulse fluttered against your palm. 

Jinx squirmed and it only made things worse. With a small nudge coming from her knee, your eyes narrowed, “I won’t know unless you tell me, Jinx.” 

Her body arched slightly, “Ugh, you, obviously!” She grumbled, wrists twitching under your grasp. 

You pretended to be confused, “Me? What of me?” 

Jinx sneered, the sharpness in her eyes making it clear she was two seconds away from strangling you, “You’re pissing me off!” She hissed, her foot trying to push you off. 

You instantly caught her ankle, a sickly-sweet smile coating your lips, “Ah…now I understand,” 

She was still agitated, that signature scowl plastered on her features, “Tch. I shouldnt have said—“ 

The words died in her throat the second you pushed her legs apart.

Her entire body stiffened, her scowl flickering—then vanishing completely. For a split second, she just froze, blue eyes blown wide. Giggling at her stunned expression, you started pulling down her pyjama bottoms, “Oh, what? You’re telling me you expected something else?” 

Jinx exhaled a nervous breath once you tugged off her undergarments. 

“I said I’d take care of you, did I not?” You spread her tone legs apart, exposing her glistening pussy. She immediately tried to seal them back— but you yanked rougher. 

Humming a satisfied noise, you dipped down, lacing your arms under her muscular thighs, “Now lay back and let me calm that upset stomach of yours.” Jinx sat up on her elbows, lips parted as you left kisses up her inner-thighs. 

Seeing her defy your commands, you tsked and threw her legs over your shoulders, forcing her to lie down and stare up at the ceiling. 

With that, your lips planted a kiss on her pussy. Jinx twitched, hands instantly landing on your hair. Her long nails scratched your scalp as you sucked her clit, letting your tongue slide over her folds.

“Shit—“ Jinx gasped, her thighs tightly clasped around your head. Humming against her pussy, your tongue moved in a circular motion, causing her eyes to roll back. She tasted divine— but you tried to ignore your desires and focused on her. She needed warmth; and that’s what you were giving her. 

She needed that release in order for it to work. Your pointer finger found its way on her sensitive clit, pressing down, rubbing in torturous speed. Her back arched off the mattress, lips parting to let out one particularly loud whine. 

Caitlyn surely heard that. 

Her breath hitched, legs shaking as her release crept closer. Head shaking to the side restlessly, Jinx’s hair strands escaped her braids, sticking to her forehead or messily covering the pillow. Wrapping your lips around her center, you peered up at the blue-haired girl trembling in bliss. 

Her cheeks were tinged with a deep crimson, eyes squeezed shut and droplets of sweat trickling down her upper body. 

She looked so beautiful. 

“I— I c…can’t!—“ She whimpered, her nails leaving crescent shaped moon’s on your upper back. She held on for dear life— sobs pouring out of her as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. 

Finally, she threw her head back, a shuddering, breathless cry spilling from her mouth. 

Rubbing the soft skin of her thighs, you calmed her down, slowly licking her arousal. She was trembling like crazy, even after a few minutes of silence, the high of an orgasm still lingering. 

Once her breathing had resumed its normal pace, you lifted your head from in between her legs, “All better?” Your palm rubbed on her lower tummy, grinning when she whimpered from your touch. 

She looked so vulnerable. 

You loved seeing her this way. The notorious criminal of Piltover had winded up in a Kiramman’s bed— weak under your touch. It gave you an ego boost. 

The way she was staring up at you, dazed and her brain completely fucked out, made your mind drift to different intimate things you could do to her. 

Jinx nodded, her glassy eyes locking onto you, “Yes.. I’m good.” Her voice was hoarse from the exertion. 

You giggled, letting her legs rest on the mattress, “You stubborn brat.” 

**********

Waking up the next morning, you found the space beside you empty. At first, you thought Jinx had actually dipped— but the little note with a messy handwriting on your bedside table said otherwise.

𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

𝘱𝘴. 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦!

~ 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺𝘤𝘢𝘵 ;)

Arriving to breakfast, you instantly picked up on the awkward atmosphere roaming around the dining room as you settled. 

Your mother avoided your eye, your father had a stupid grin on his face and Caitlyn..well.. she was definitely in a horrid mood. 

As a servant finished drizzling some honey on your waffles, Caitlyn pounced, “So, [name], I hope you slept well.” 

You paused, lifting your gaze from your plate, “I slept wonderfully, thanks.” 

Caitlyn’s utensil clattered on the table, her brows knitting together, “I sure hope so—”

Your father cleared his throat. You all darted your attention to him. He only shrugged his shoulders, “Cait, it has been a calm morning so far—”

Caitlyn slammed her hands on the table, eliciting an audible gasp from your mother, “Sleep is the most important part of the day and,” 

Your older sister pointed an accusing finger towards you, “She ruined it!” 

Your father nervously chuckled, shooting you a glance. Noticing his signal, you gently put down your fork, “Cait, I don’t understand—”

She ran a frustrating hand through her hair, “I have no idea how you sneaked someone in your bed last night but I had to endure all that noise.” 

You felt heat rush to your cheeks once you realized what she meant. 

Goddamn it, Jinx! 

Could she not have been any louder? 

You cleared your throat, “I’m sorry. I should have warned you.” 

Just speaking about the matter was embarrassing. The weight of your mother’s gaze was terrifying. You glanced at her for a split second before regretting it.

She clasped her hands together, eyeing you, “Dear, is she at least a successful young lady?

Yes, mother— she’s successful when it comes to blowing people up and causing havoc! 

creds to the dividers. if there’s mistakes, sorry

thank you sm for reading and sorry for disappearing loll my exams r killing me!😪 reblogs, requests and comments are appreciated :)

Idk if I’ll make a part 2 of this butttt other oneshots coming soon📣

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Post It - Part 2 - LN4

when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her DMs. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for.

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warnings: nothing heavy really. little talk about depression and therapy and too much partying but like, nothing traumatic. :) pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3.9k (a note: if you want to be added to the tag list, let me know but please please let me know if you want on the general tag list of just this fics list. if you don't specify, i will just put you on this fics list!!)

“So, are we going to talk about what that was back there?” Hannah corners you the moment you arrive in the Red Bull garage just as Liam is hopping into the car for the first practice session of the weekend.

Your eyes drop to the floor, avoiding eye contact with her. “Can we just pretend you didn’t see anything?” 

Hannah laughs but you see the hurt that flashes in her eyes. ‘Um, no we cannot because you failed to tell me you’re talking to LANDO NORRIS.” 

“Shh! Hannah!” You hiss, swatting at her bare arm while looking wildly around, hoping that no one else in the garage is paying attention to your conversation. “I was talking to him. Was. There’s a big difference.” 

Hannah levels a glare at you, her brow quirking, “Then why did Lando look like he was a cat with a dish of warm milk when I saw him walk past just now? The only time I’ve ever seen that man that happy was when they won the Constructors last year.” 

You roll your eyes, of course he was strutting around the paddock after getting you to agree to go out with him tonight. That man had no poker face. “I said I’d go out to dinner with him tonight.” You sigh, shutting your eyes so you don’t have to see Hannah’s reaction. 

Your friends brows furrow, confusing clouding her features. “What? Back up, I think I missed a few chapters here. When I left you looked like you wanted to strangle him. And what about the blonde? Allie or something?” 

Frowning you cross your arms over your chest as you turn towards the tv screens in the garage. The camera was fixed directly on the papaya colored McLaren 2 garages down. When it cuts to Lando pulling on his balaclava, you avert your eyes. You can’t escape him today, can you? 

“He says he can explain.”

Hannah snorts, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure he can.” 

You can’t help the laugh that starts in the back of your throat, shaking your head. “That’s quite literally exactly what I said.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were talking to him?” Your friend asks, her voice soft. 

“I don’t know.” You admit, cheeks burning with shame. “It just…happened. And then it stopped. And then, well, here we are.” 

Guilt sits heavy in your belly when you chance a glance at your friend. She doesn’t look hurt anymore, just confused and a touch of something else. Something deeper that you know probably feels a bit like betrayal. Hannah had been one of your first influencer friends you made when this life kind of fell into your lap. She was kind and not superficial like a lot of the other girls in your world could be. Your friendship with her felt genuine and you knew she felt the same way.

“Here we are.” Hannah echos, skepticism dripping from her words. “The only place in the entire world where you knew exactly where he’d be. Is that why you agreed to come on the trip with me? For him?” 

You turn to her then, everything clicking all at once.Your face goes pale with horror. “Hannah! No!” You gasp, ignoring the few heads that swivel in your direction “Oh my God, Hannah. I swear I did not accept your invitation with any other intent beyond hanging out with you. I swear."  

Hannah looks away then, cheeks flaming like yours were earlier. Your eyes flutter close and you reach out to pull your friend into a hug. “I mean, what am I supposed to think?” She whispers. 

Tugging on her hand you pull her into a corner of the garage where it’s a bit quieter. “I swear to you, H that’s not even remotely true. I honestly almost turned down the whole trip because I didn’t want to see him.” 

Hannah blinks away the watery tears that you knew had been threatening to spill. “Yeah?” 

You nod earnestly, “Yes, please believe me. I wanted to come with you more than I didn’t want to see him. I thought maybe I could just avoid him the whole weekend. Please, don’t think that I was using you to get closer to him.” 

Hannah knows you well enough to be able to read you pretty easily. She regards you for a few moments before nodding. “Okay, fine.” 

Relief washes over you. “You believe me?” 

Hannah shrugs, “You genuinely did look like you wanted to strangle him back there for a few minutes so…” 

You snort, rolling your eyes. “How many people in this paddock and I had to be saved by a boy wearing bright orange.” 

“It’s papaya.” Hannah corrects, earning a swat on her shoulder from you. 

“I hate you.” You shoot back but it’s useless and you both end up dissolving into a fit of giggles, once again pulling several glances in your direction, including the glare of Christian Horner himself who looks like he’s about to toss you both out of the garage any moment. 

Both of you immediately stop laughing seeing the eyes of the Red Bull boss on you, chuckles continuing under your breath. You’re both quiet for several minutes, watching as the tv screens show Liam rounding one of the corners followed closely by Max in the other Red Bull car. 

Hannah is the first to break the silence. “This whole thing is a bit…messy, don’t you think?” 

“I know!” You groan, dragging the palms of your hands over your face. “But he wants to explain and…” You pause, giving Hannah a sidelong glance as she waits for you to continue. “I kinda want to hear what he has to say?” 

Hannah levels a glare at you and you can almost feel the way she wants to roll her eyes at you. “That’s fine, but please don’t let him explain his way into your bed tonight.” 

“Hannah!” You gasp before you both dissolve into peals of giggles, much to Christian Horner’s dismay. 

celeb.influencer.gossip posted

celeb.influencer.gossip out favorite american influencer @/yourusername was spotted in China today at the start of the F1 race weekend. While she arrived with Liam Lawson's girlfriend Hannah St. John, a few eagle eyed fans caught her talking to (and hugging) McLaren driver Lando Norris. According to a source, two looked a little...awkward at first but by the time they parted, they looked a little more...friendly. user9198 her and lando would make such a cute couple tho >>>user200 he has a girlfriend tho??? or am i making this up??? >>>user222 allegra? nah, she only hangs around for the clout. L always looks miserable around her user111 shes so pretty >>>user222 FR

Candles flicker, soft and golden, in the low light of cozy hotel restaurant later that night, casting moody shadows across the entire space. From his spot at a corner table, tucked strategically away from the bustle of the rest of the restaurant, Lando watches you approach as the hostess leads you towards him. He had spotted you the moment you walked up to the hostess stand, your hair tumbling down around your shoulders in loose waves, knee high boots clicking against the wide planked mahogany flooring, tiny black sweater dress hugging every curve so dangerously you should probably be arrested. 

The restaurant you’re meeting him in tonight is the one directly next to the lobby of the hotel several of the teams are staying at this weekend for the race. As a result, it’s a bit busy with teams getting their dinner before heading up for an early night in preparation for tomorrow’s main race. Lando had requested a quiet table near the back tonight though, not wanting this important conversation he knew needed to happen interrupted by anyone. The restaurant itself was dimly lit, tables draped in creamy white linen with candles providing the main source of light. Flecks of gold dotted the black marble walls that absorbed most of the harsh light filtering in from the lobby just outside. 

The moment your gazes connect, Lando’s mouth goes dry at the smile that hitches up at the corner of your lips, painted a deep scarlet shade tonight. You struggle not to drop your eyes to the ground under his intense scrutiny, somehow managing to maintain eye contact with him. The look he’s giving you though borders on predatory, like he’s already planning how slowly he can consume you tonight. 

Your stomach flips delightfully at the way he smiles at you when you get closer. When he stands you can see he’s wearing a sinfully well tailored suit, clearly intent on impressing you tonight. 

He doesn’t hesitate to reach out and take you in his arms the moment you’re close enough, the hostess making a polite retreat without another word. The warmth of Lando’s body settles over you like a heated blanket and you melt into him without really even meaning to. It seems as though you’re powerless against anything once he touches you. 

“You came.” 

Lando holds your chair out for you, encouraging you to sit before he rounds the table to sit himself. You grin, taking a quick sip of water, hoping to beat the parched throat you’re suddenly dealing with. The way Lando’s eyes appear darker than you’ve ever seen them in the low light of the flickering candles has butterflies waking up in your belly. 

“Of course I came. I told you I would, didn’t I?” You look at him, eyes narrowed a bit. If you didn’t know any better you’d say Lando looked a little nervous, anxious almost. It was a far cry from the man you knew from your hours long FaceTime dates a few months ago. His shoulders were hitched up a bit and you could tell he was a bit tense. Something in you wanted to do anything you could to sooth the little crinkles between his eyes that felt like they were a result of some deep rooted anxiety. 

Lando rakes his fingers through his curls, desperately trying to get a hold of his nerves. The way you looked tonight, the way you smiled at him like he hadn’t nearly fumbled what had started back in February with you both, the way you had actually showed up to hear him out. It was all a little too much for him to wrap his mind around. 

He clears his throat, thankful for the bottle of wine he had ordered the moment he sat down. He pours you a glass, relieved when you don’t tell him you prefer something else. 

“Congratulations on getting pole today.” You say before lifting your wine glass to your lips. The rich notes of cherries and something earthy explode across your tongue as you take a deep sip of the red wine Lando had just poured in your glass. 

Lando’s blush deepens, his eyes dropping from yours down to the linen napkin in his lap. He scrubs at the back of his neck. “Thanks, we’re pretty locked in this weekend.” 

“Fastest practice laps and pole for the sprint race? Sounds like it.” 

Lando nods, “The car is good this year.” 

“That’s what they say.” You murmur, taking another sip of wine. 

Silence stretches between you after that, both of you knowing there are things that need to be addressed. Lando doesn’t want to talk about Allegra now and you’re not entirely sure you’re ready to hear the story, not ready to believe what he’s got to tell you. Both of you know it needs to get out in the open though if you have any chance at getting past this and giving your undeniable chemistry that sparks just beneath the surface any chance of growing into something more. 

“So…” You start, swirling the crimson liquid around in the large wine glass. “You said you could explain.” 

Lando clears his throat before taking a drink of his water. He knows he’s going to need a clear mind to walk through what a disaster his life had turned into over the last year. 

He inhales deeply, steadying his nerves and preparing for the worst.

“After my last breakup, I went off the deep end a little.” He begins, his memory flickering back to the countless nights spent drinking the pain of the breakup away the best he could. There had been countless photos and videos of him absolutely obliterated online during the offseason two years ago. 

You sit quietly, allowing him to take the time he needs. You can tell from the way he sits forward slightly, body angled towards you, that he’s struggling with something. You’ve seen that anxious body language reflected in your own mirror countless times. 

“I was getting a lot of negative press coverage and McLaren was getting concerned. My image, my brand, everything took a big hit. I struggled at the beginning of last season and the press chalked it up to my partying. They weren’t wrong, but there was more going on.” 

“I’m sorry, Lando.” You say, your fingers itching to reach out and touch him. 

He shakes his head, “Don’t be. I was being self destructive and it was costing the team. Zak called me into his office one day and told me he expected me to my shit together or else he was going to terminate my contract.” 

Your eyes go wide. The implications of what Lando says are huge. You don’t know a ton about Formula 1 but you do know that Lando is good at what he does and for Zak to threaten to fire him when he was one of the best drivers they’d had in years was a big deal. 

Lando shrugs. “I deserved it.” He says, reading your expression perfectly. “So I hired a PR manager that worked independently from McLaren. At first it was great, I just listed to whatever he said and did what I was told. I stopped going out and drinking, focused more on work, got therapy.” 

“That’s great, Lan.” 

He nods, pausing to look up at the waitress that had come over to take your order. For a brief moment, the story stops and you take the chance to digest what he’s told you so far. You’re not sure how he got from working on his image and life to…Allie but you still wanted to hear the whole story. 

When the waitress leaves you alone once again, Lando pops a piece of bread in his mouth, buying himself some more time. He’s never told anyone the entire story before. Not in the way he’s about to tell you. Not even Max F knew all of the details. 

“It was for a while. Then my image started to recover and I won Miami and Zandvoort. Rich, my PR manager, started to see that things were getting better and started coming up with other things to bring me more positive attention, saying that we had successfully recovered my image but it was time to take it to the next level.” 

You had a feeling this was where Allie was going to come into play. 

“So he introduced me to Allegra. Said being seen with a down to earth, pretty girl would do wonders for my image.”  

Ah, there is was. 

“Allegra? I thought her name was Allie.” 

Lando chuckles, “She insisted I call her Allie in private and in front of our friends. She uses Allegra professionally though.” You nod but stay quiet, encouraging him to go on. “Rich introduced us and wanted us to hang out. He had her go to some event I was hosting in London and then she suddenly ended up in Ibiza at the same time I was there with Max and some of the boys last summer.” 

You raise a brow, surprised at the tone Lando’s voice has taken on. Detached, almost resigned to the fact that his story isn’t something to be proud of. 

“People spotted us together and, as I’m sure you know, once social media got a hold of the story it kind of became this whole thing.” 

“But you never refuted it.” You say quietly, wondering why he had allowed it to go on for so long. “You kept going along with it.” 

Lando shrugs again. You weren’t wrong and he has spent a lot of time since you had ghosted him trying to figure out why he had just allowed the charade to continue for so long. “I liked the attention?” His cheeks go crimson at the confession. 

Your eyes soften at his words. “That’s not a bad thing, Lando.” You say. Losing the internally battle you’d been fighting since you sat down, you reach across the table to brush your fingertips over the back of his hand. His skin is warm, hands calloused from hours in his car. 

“She just kept coming to Monaco, wouldn’t even ask if I was free. I know it was Rich telling her to go, that being seen with me was as good for her as it was for me. And she was nice, for the most part. Once she was here and I accepted it, it was fine but then…” He drops the rest of the sentence, a small smile quirking up at the corner of his mouth. 

“But then?” Your heart hammers against your ribcage, fast as a sparrow. 

“That TikTok of yours popped up on my FYP the night of the livery launch and I was a goner.” He smiles at you, soft and tentative, trying to gauge your reaction of his confession. 

The frown that tugs at the corner of your mouth isn’t what he had been expecting. 

“But you didn’t end…whatever it was you were doing with her, Lando.” You say, frustration edging into your voice. “You continued to allow her to come to Monaco and were seen with her the day after we had one of our longer calls. I was mortified but so beyond happy I hadn’t told anyone about you. That’s why I ghosted you!” 

Lando scrubs his hands down his face, a soft groan escaping his lips. “I know, I know. I’m an idiot, okay? The lead up to this season has been insane. Did you know Drake bet $5 million dollars on my to win the Drivers Championship this year? Drake! I just…” He sighs, sensing that he’s losing this battle with you all of a sudden. “I just made a mistake, okay? I was scared and we were really hitting it off and then you stopped responding-” 

“Because I thought you had a girlfriend, Lando!” You say, heaving a sigh out of pure exasperation. 

“I know. I’m so sorry.” Lando leans forward, capturing your hand in his once again. You hate how good it feels, having him touch you. “I fucked up and the moment I figured it out I fired Rich and ended things with Allegra. I can show you the text messages if you don’t believe me.” 

You sigh again, shaking your head. “I believe you.” You murmur, voice soft. “I believe you but I don’t know if I can trust you, Lan.” 

His eyes go wide, an earnest look sitting there on his face. “Tell me what you need to trust me then, I’ll do whatever it takes. Those hours we spent on FaceTime together, the text conversations? Those were some of the best moments I’ve had in a really long time. You asked me to tell you everything and I did. Just…” Lando drops his head into his hands before letting out a small groan. “Just give me a second chance?” 

You don’t know what truly does it for you in the end. Maybe its the way he effortlessly explained everything that had happened before he met you, the way he looked so defeated when you argued with him, the way you’d been searching his face all evening for even a hint of anything but honesty and still found nothing. Maybe it was the way he had looked at you when you had first saw him from across the restaurant tonight, like you were the only person in the entire universe that even mattered. Maybe it was the fact that you wanted to believe him and deep down, you knew that you could trust him. 

Whatever it was though, whatever little bit of truth that came from Lando’s mouth had you nodding your head before you really understood what your body was doing. “No more lies. No more PR stunts” You start, smiling when Lando’s head whips up, eyes searching yours as if he’s trying to understand what you’re saying. “I will not be your dirty little secret, Lando. I won’t be another pretty girl spotted out with you but never discussed. I don’t want to be another ‘unconfirmed fling’."

For a moment, Lando doesn’t say anything. He just blinks at you like he can’t quite process what you’ve just said. “Anything.” He breathes after several beats. “There’s no way I could ever keep the fact that I bagged you a secret, baby.” You laugh, light and airy, sending a shiver of pleasure down Lando’s spine. His eyes darken slightly as he reaches across the table to tangle his fingers with yours. “No more lies, no more flings, nothing. I fumbled you once and I’m sure as fuck not going to make that same mistake again.” 

“Don’t make me regret giving you another chance, Norris.” 

If you hadn’t been in the middle of a very crowded restaurant, Lando would have gotten up form his chair and gotten on his knees in front of you. He didn’t care that he was being a total simp or that this was probably moving way too fast. If you two had even half the chemistry in real life as you had while you had been talking on the phone a few months ago, he knew this was going to be good. It was going to work. 

Lando looks at you, sly grin sliding across his face. You clock the change in his demeanor instantly. Narrowing your eyes, you tilt your head to the side. “What’s going on in that cute little head of yours.” 

“Watch the sprint from McLaren’s garage tomorrow.” 

The way he says it leaves no room for argument but you still find yourself laughing at the absurdity of it. “In my Red Bull gear?” You tease. 

Lando scoffs, signature cocky grin once again finding it’s way onto his tanned face. “No, you’d have to wear something papaya.” 

“Oh my God!” You exclaim, giggling at the look Lando shoots you. “You really do call it papaya instead of orange. I thought Hannah was fucking with me.” 

Mock outrage crosses his handsome features and you have to tamp down the urge to reach over and kiss him he looks so adorable. “What? No. We take our papaya very seriously at McLaren, thank you. Don’t mock the papaya!” 

“You’re insane.” You say though a fit of giggles, enjoying the way the air between you has shifted into something lighter, more flirty, for the first time that night. 

“Certified, my love.” He winks and you roll your eyes. “But, why were you talking to Hannah about me?” 

“I called you ‘the boy in orange’ and she corrected me, told me it was actually papaya and not orange.” 

Lando leans back in his chair, locking his fingers together behind the back of his head. “I knew I liked that girl.” 

He stares at you for a few moments as the waitress brings you your food. The second you’re alone again, he’s leaning forward again, capturing your hand in his once again. “So, is that a yes?” 

“People are going to talk.” You warn, singsonging the last word. 

He shrugs, “Let them talk.” 

This felt like a step in the right direction. You both knew that if you turned up in the McLaren garage, rumors would start to swirl, people would start to talk. The test would be to see what Lando would do when confronted with the rumors and you knew if you showed up in the garage tomorrow, someone would start asking questions sooner rather than later. 

You regard him over the rim of your wine glass for several moments before smirking. “Fine. Let them talk.” 

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genre: its leehan, ofc its FLUFF, friends to lovers trope, loud leehan !! attempt on golden retriever x black cat trope pairing: friend!leehan x afab!reader wc: 3950 warning: chaotic, lame jokes, hmm lmk if i forgot anything !! listen: apple cider — beabadoobee, perfect pair — beabadoobee

you never really noticed leehan before.

sure, you knew he was part of your friend group. you knew he was the loud one, the one who somehow had endless energy no matter how late you all stayed out. you knew he had a laugh that made everyone else laugh with him, even if they had no idea what was funny. but beyond that? nothing. you never had a reason to talk to him, and you never thought about changing that.

it wasn’t like you were avoiding him—there was just never a need. every gathering, every hangout, every chaotic group chat interaction, leehan was just there. always talking to someone else, always laughing at something stupid, always moving from one conversation to another like he physically couldn’t sit still.

and you? you preferred to stay on the sidelines. observing, commenting only when necessary, giving rei and eunchae unimpressed looks whenever leehan did something particularly dumb, which was often.

like the time he tried to balance three cups of bubble tea in one hand while dramatically reenacting some anime fight scene with woonhak. predictably, all three drinks ended up on the floor.

“dude,” jaehyun had sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “this is why we can’t take you anywhere.”

“no regrets,” leehan had declared, completely unbothered as he wiped milk tea off his sleeve. “the scene was worth it.”

or the time he climbed onto a shopping cart in the middle of a parking lot, insisting that sungho push him at full speed.

“this is a terrible idea,” you had muttered to rei.

“he’s going to break something,” rei had agreed.

both of you had been correct. he crashed into a curb ten seconds later, and you had simply stepped over his sprawled-out form on the pavement, unimpressed.

“so dramatic,” you had muttered as you passed.

“so heartless,” he had groaned in response.

but despite all of that, you had never actually spoken to him. not directly. not one-on-one. you existed in the same space, floated around the same conversations, but your worlds never really collided.

and you thought that was how it would always be.

until tonight.

it started with a simple realization—both of you were leaving jaehyun’s house at the same time. you wouldn’t have thought much of it, except that when you turned the corner, leehan was still there. walking in the same direction. with you.

but before that, the night had been nothing short of chaos.

jaehyun’s parties were always like this—loud, messy, and somehow both the best and worst decision at the same time. the living room was packed, music loud enough to shake the floors, and the friend group was scattered across the house, each involved in their own brand of mayhem.

wonyoung and eunchae were doing dramatic reenactments of k-drama confession scenes on the couch, taking turns being the heartbroken lead. rei was recording them, hyping up their performances while sungho kept yelling, “oscar-worthy! pure art!”

meanwhile, taesan and woonhak had somehow started an impromptu dance battle, with jaehyun acting as the referee. leehan, true to his nature, was right in the middle of it all—hyping them up, throwing in ridiculous dance moves of his own, and laughing so hard he nearly fell over.

“i don’t know whether to be amazed or horrified,” you muttered, watching as leehan attempted to moonwalk but somehow ended up looking like a malfunctioning robot.

rei, standing next to you, snorted. “knowing him? both.”

at some point, someone suggested a game of truth or dare, which quickly devolved into chaos. woonhak ended up wearing a ridiculous hat made out of plastic cups, jaehyun was dared to text his professor something absolutely unhinged (thankfully unsent at the last second), and leehan?

leehan, of course, had to take things up a notch.

“i dare you to confess to the person you find most attractive here,” woonhak smirked, clearly expecting chaos.

leehan didn’t even hesitate.

he turned, dramatically sweeping his hair back, and locked eyes with you.

“you,” he declared, pointing directly at you.

silence.

then, laughter exploded around the room as everyone hooted and cheered, assuming it was a joke. you, however, just blinked at him, unimpressed.

“you’re not funny.”

“no, but i am committed to the bit,” he shot back, grinning. “also, you should feel honored.”

“oh, so honored,” you deadpanned.

somehow, between all the chaos and ridiculousness, time flew by, and soon enough, people started heading out. and that’s when you found yourself in this situation—leaving at the exact same time as leehan. you wouldn’t have thought much of it, except that when you turned the corner, leehan was still there. walking in the same direction. with you.

and then he kept walking. and walking. through the same streets. past the same convenience stores. down the same subway stairs.

you eyed him suspiciously as you both tapped your train cards in sync. leehan, however, just looked amused.

“are you following me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“i could say the same thing to you.”

he let out a laugh, light and easy. “guess we just have the same route home.”

you hummed, unconvinced. but then, as the train arrived and you both stepped into the same car—then sat in the same row—your skepticism turned into sheer disbelief.

“you have got to be kidding me.”

leehan grinned, resting his chin in his hand. “this is kinda funny, though.”

“no, it’s weird,” you deadpanned.

“or maybe it’s fate.”

“don’t push it.”

but then it got weirder. because when you both got off at the same stop and started walking again—this time in perfect sync—it became undeniable. when you reached your apartment building, you could only stare as leehan casually pulled out his key.

“wait. you live here?”

leehan laughed, unlocking the front door. “you sound so horrified. yeah, i live here.”

“since when?”

“for, like, a year?”

you groaned, running a hand through your hair. “this is insane. i have never—not once—seen you here.”

leehan just shrugged. “guess we were never meant to meet. until now.”

“that’s actually creepy.”

he shot you a playful glare. “you’re ruining the moment.”

and just like that, it started. what was supposed to be a one-time coincidence turned into an unspoken routine. you and leehan started walking home together. started taking the train together. started stopping by the convenience store for late-night snacks, where he’d insist on paying even when you threatened to strangle him with a pack of ramen.

“leehan, put the card down.”

“why? i like treating my friends.”

“okay, but i don’t like being treated.”

“that sounds like a you problem,” he said, successfully tapping his card before you could stop him.

you huffed, grabbing your drink from the counter and stomping out of the store. leehan followed, barely suppressing a laugh.

“you’re so dramatic.”

“and you’re an idiot.”

“an idiot who just paid for your snacks.”

somehow, someway, you became friends.

which, apparently, was the most shocking thing to everyone else.

“you and leehan?” wonyoung had stared at you like you’d grown a second head. “you guys are friends now?”

rei had been even more dramatic, clutching her chest like she was about to faint. “the walking golden retriever and the resident black cat? unbelievable.”

“it’s not that weird,” you muttered, stabbing at your lunch with your chopsticks.

“no, it is,” taesan confirmed, shoving a chip into his mouth. “leehan gets along with everyone, but you? you don’t just ‘get along’ with people. you tolerate them.”

“thanks for that.”

“anytime.”

sungho narrowed his eyes. “wait, so you guys really hang out? like, outside of group stuff?”

rei gasped. “wait, wait, wait. have you ever laughed at his jokes?”

you rolled your eyes. “i’m not heartless.”

“so that’s a yes,” woonhak smirked. “wow. history is being made.”

leehan, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered. “you guys act like i tamed a wild animal or something.”

jaehyun nodded. “because you kind of did.”

“seriously, though,” eunchae piped up, eyes gleaming with interest. “do you guys ever, like, talk? or is it just comfortable silence?”

“both,” leehan answered easily, nudging your side. “sometimes she lets me ramble about random stuff. sometimes we just exist in peace.”

rei leaned forward. “and you actually enjoy that?”

leehan just grinned. “it’s okay. i like black cats.”

“it’s okay. i like black cats.”

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“it’s okay. i like black cats.”....

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“it’s okay. i like black cats.”

this shouldn't bother you, right? at least, that's what you’ve been telling yourself for the past 10 minutes… no, 20 minutes, as you stared at yourself in the mirror. face flushed, red as a tomato.

it was stupid. it was just leehan being leehan—annoyingly charming without even trying. he probably forgot he even said it. meanwhile, you were standing here, gripping the edges of the sink like it had personally wronged you.

“this is stupid. get yourself together,” you muttered, lightly smacking your own cheeks before splashing cold water on your cheeks, as if that would help. 

except it didn’t. because the moment you stepped out of your room, your phone buzzed with a message from leehan.

[leehan]: convenience store run?

you stared at the text for a solid five seconds. you could ignore him. pretend you were already in bed. but your feet were already moving before you could think twice.

[you]: fine. be outside in 5.

when you got downstairs, leehan was already there, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket, a familiar grin on his face. “you’re five minutes early.”

“i like to be efficient,” you mumbled, walking past him toward the store.

he fell into step beside you, chuckling. “so efficient that you took twenty minutes to text me back?”

“i was busy.”

“busy staring at yourself in the mirror?”

you stopped in your tracks, whipping around. “excuse me?”

leehan blinked innocently. “what? i just figured, you know, considering how red you were earlier—”

“shut up.” you picked up your pace, pretending your face wasn’t burning again.

leehan laughed, easily catching up. “you’re fun to tease.”

“i hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

unfortunately, he was right.

at the store, you went straight for the snack aisle, grabbing a bag of chips and your usual drink. leehan, as always, hovered behind you, dramatically inspecting his options.

“hmm,” he mused, holding up two different ice cream flavors. “do i want strawberry or mint choco?”

“strawberry.”

he gasped. “wow, no hesitation.”

“because mint choco is disgusting.”

he clutched the mint choco to his chest, looking genuinely wounded. “you wound me.”

“good.”

leehan pouted before tossing both ice creams into the basket. “guess i’ll have to get both, then.”

“or you could just make a better life choice.”

“this is a personal attack.”

the next day, the unspoken routine continued as if nothing had changed. but you swore leehan was watching you a little too closely when you met at the station.

“you look extra grumpy today,” he commented, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets. as usual.

“thanks,” you deadpanned.

he grinned but didn’t push further. instead, he just walked beside you, the easy rhythm of your steps falling into sync like always.

as usual, you stopped by the convenience store. but this time, something felt different. you blamed it on last night’s stupid moment, on the way your brain kept replaying his words like a broken record. because suddenly, standing next to leehan under the fluorescent lights, everything felt… hyper-aware.

“what do you want?” he asked, already reaching for his wallet.

“i can pay for myself,” you said, shooting him a glare.

“yeah, yeah.” he waved you off and grabbed a basket, throwing in his usual snacks. then, without thinking, he plucked a carton of banana milk from the shelf and tossed it in too.

you blinked. “why are you getting that?”

he looked at you like you were asking something obvious. “because you always get banana milk.”

you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. because—oh. he noticed?

“stop looking at me like that,” he teased, nudging you with his elbow. “it’s just banana milk.”

except it wasn’t. not really. it was something small, something dumb, but it still sent your heart into a quiet little panic.

this was bad.

this was really, really bad.

because of the fact that you kind of liked it.

which was a problem.

—

jaehyun’s house was packed again, music thrumming through the walls, the air thick with the scent of food, alcohol, and too many people crammed into one space. you weren’t even sure what the occasion was this time. knowing jaehyun, he probably just felt like throwing a party for no reason.

you had just arrived, barely setting foot in the living room, when wonyoung and rei ambushed you.

“oh my god, look who finally decided to show up!” wonyoung beamed, linking her arm with yours. “and here i thought you’d become too busy with your new best friend to hang out with us.”

rei snickered. “right? they’re practically attached at the hip now.”

you rolled your eyes, shaking them off. “not this again.”

“you’re not denying it, though,” taesan said, popping up from behind you with a knowing grin.

before you could snap at him, your eyes caught sight of leehan on the other side of the room, laughing at something jaehyun had said.

your stomach did something weird. you ignored it.

jaehyun noticed you staring and smirked. “hey, look who’s here.”

leehan turned his head, his eyes immediately finding yours.

and then—he winked.

you nearly choked on air.

rei and wonyoung let out a synchronized ooooh.

“okay, you guys are insufferable,” you muttered, heading straight for the kitchen, desperate for something—anything—to distract yourself.

but leehan was fast. before you could grab a drink, he was suddenly beside you, leaning against the counter like he hadn’t just almost made you collapse five seconds ago.

“you’re late,” he said.

“and you’re annoying,” you replied, popping open a soda.

leehan just grinned, stealing the drink right from your hand and taking a sip.

“hey—”

“mmm, refreshing,” he sighed dramatically, handing it back to you with an infuriatingly smug look.

you narrowed your eyes. “i should poison you.”

“aww, you’d miss me.”

“debatable.”

you took a sip from the same can, too caught up in glaring at him to realize what you’d done. but the second you did—when you felt the ghost of his lips on the rim—you nearly dropped it.

leehan saw your reaction, and that stupid grin of his widened.

“oh?” he teased. “flustered?”

“shut up.”

“you totally are.”

you needed to get out of here. fast.

but as the night went on, escaping leehan became impossible. somehow, he was everywhere—pulling you into games, making sure you were on his team during random challenges, always finding some way to be in your space.

it didn’t help that the others were having the time of their lives watching it unfold.

“oh, come on, just admit it,” jaehyun said at one point, slinging an arm around leehan’s shoulder. “you two have something going on.”

“yeah, it’s called friendship,” you deadpanned.

“nah,” taesan interjected. “i’ve never seen leehan act this way with anyone else.”

rei nodded enthusiastically. “he literally follows you around like a puppy.”

wonyoung gasped. “oh my god, he’s a golden retriever boyfriend in the making.”

leehan, unbothered, just nudged you playfully. “see? i told you i like black cats.”

you ignored the way your face burned.

—

later that night, after hours of pretending everything was fine, you finally managed to slip away from the chaos. you grabbed your jacket, heading for the door.

and then, right on cue, leehan appeared beside you.

“leaving already?”

“yeah,” you muttered.

“i’ll walk with you.”

you frowned. “aren’t you staying over at jaehyun’s?”

he shrugged. “changed my mind.”

you eyed him suspiciously but didn’t argue. and so, just like last time, you left together.

and this time, as you stepped out into the quiet night, something had shifted.

the walk back to your building was different this time. quieter. more charged.

a few months ago, leehan had been just another name in the friend group, a background character in your life who never had any real reason to cross paths with you. but now? now he was walking beside you like he had always belonged there, his presence as familiar as the crisp night air wrapping around your skin.

and maybe he did belong there.

you weren’t sure when it had happened—when he’d started showing up in your thoughts even when he wasn’t around, when the stupid things he said began lingering in your head longer than they should. you weren’t even sure when the sound of his laugh had become something you liked hearing, or when the way he looked at you started making your chest feel too tight.

but it had happened. somewhere between the teasing, the ridiculous dares, the way he always seemed to be near you even when he didn’t have to be—it had happened.

and now you were here, walking home together, fingers grazing every few steps.

you pretended not to notice. he pretended not to, either.

but you both did.

the city hummed around you, neon signs flickering in the distance, the occasional car passing by. it was late enough that the usual bustle of the streets had quieted down, leaving just the two of you and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the pavement.

you reached your building, stepping toward the entrance, but then—

leehan stopped walking.

you turned to him, brow raised. “what?”

he looked... different. not in the usual smug, teasing way. he was shifting his weight slightly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, his gaze flickering between you and the ground like he was debating something.

and then—

“…do you want to come over?”

you blinked.

“…huh?”

his ears were turning red. red.

he cleared his throat. “w-we can, uh… eat? and have a movie marathon?” his words came out rushed, like he was afraid he’d forget them if he didn’t say them fast enough. “o-or, uh… i don’t know, whatever you’d love to do. online games?”

your lips parted slightly, caught off guard. leehan—confident, annoying, always-has-a-snarky-response leehan—was nervous.

nervous about you.

his fingers curled inside his sleeves, his usual teasing grin nowhere to be found.

and that was when it hit you. the way he always found you in a room. the way his insults had softened into something closer to fondness. the way he never actually seemed to mind when you called him annoying.

he had been holding back.

and maybe, just maybe—you had been, too.

you took a step closer, tilting your head. “leehan.”

his throat bobbed. “yeah?”

your lips twitched into a smirk. “silly, of course i’d love to come over.”

before he could fully process your words, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the entrance of the building.

“and while we’re at it, we’ll talk about how we don’t like each other that much.”

leehan let out a strangled noise. “huh—wait—”

you ignored him, swiftly entering his passcode like it was your apartment, pushing open the door. “hurry up, we’re wasting time.”

he stood frozen for a second, blinking at you, before breaking into a wide grin, shaking his head in disbelief. “you’re unbelievable.”

“unfortunately.”

you plopped onto his couch like you lived there, grabbing the remote, already scrolling through movie options. leehan sat beside you, close—closer than usual.

and this time, neither of you pretended to ignore it.

the movie played in the background, its soft glow casting flickering shadows across the dimly lit room. but neither of you were watching. not really.

leehan sat beside you, slightly tense, like he was aware—of the space between you, of the way your knees brushed when you shifted, of the fact that this wasn’t just another night hanging out. this was something else.

you, on the other hand, acted as if everything was normal. because if you thought too much, if you acknowledged the weight in the air, you weren’t sure what you’d do.

but leehan was staring. you could feel it.

“if you keep looking at me like that, i might start thinking you actually like me,” you muttered, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you.

leehan didn’t even flinch. “what if i do?”

you paused mid-chew.

slowly, you turned to him, raising a brow. “what?”

his expression was unreadable, but his fingers tapped absently against his knee, a nervous habit you’d only recently started noticing.

he inhaled, exhaled, then shrugged. “just saying. maybe i do.”

you stared at him, waiting for the punchline. some stupid joke, a teasing smirk—something to make it feel less like he was turning your entire world upside down.

but nothing came.

he just looked at you, quiet and steady, like he’d already made peace with whatever was about to happen next.

and suddenly, all those months of playful arguments, of lingering glances, of almost-but-not-quite moments came rushing back at once.

you hated him. except, you didn’t.

“you’re messing with me,” you said finally, but your voice lacked the usual bite.

leehan shook his head. “nope.”

“…seriously?”

“seriously.”

your heart was doing something weird. like a stuttering engine, skipping beats it wasn’t supposed to.

you scoffed, trying to mask it. “wow. what a plot twist.”

“right?” leehan hummed, leaning back into the couch. “who would’ve thought? me, liking you.”

“so tragic.”

“a real disaster.”

but despite the words, despite the banter, neither of you laughed.

you could still feel his gaze, waiting... waiting for you to say something.

but what were you supposed to say?

that your heart had been beating like this for weeks now? that you had started looking for him in every room before you even realized it? that you kind of liked being the first person he teased, the first person he looked at when something funny happened, the first person he always, always sat next to?

ugh.

this was so unfair.

so, instead of answering, instead of dealing with the mess he’d just dumped into your lap, you grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at him.

leehan blinked. “…seriously?”

“seriously.”

a beat of silence.

then, he smirked. “oh, you’re so dead.”

before you could react, he grabbed a pillow and launched it at you, knocking you back against the couch.

“leehan!” you shrieked, throwing another handful of popcorn in retaliation.

what followed was a full-blown war; popcorn flying, pillows swinging, laughter filling the small space between you. the movie played on, forgotten, as you both devolved into something ridiculous and childish and stupidly happy.

somewhere between dodging an incoming pillow and trying to wrestle the remote from leehan’s grasp, you tumbled forward, colliding into him—too close, too warm, too real.

your breath caught.

so did his.

neither of you moved.

his hand was still wrapped around your wrist. your knees were pressed against his. your face was this close to his, close enough to see the way his lips parted, just slightly.

the teasing, the laughter, the noise...it all faded.

for a second, the world stilled.

“…you’re not gonna hit me again, are you?” leehan murmured, voice quieter than before.

“depends,” you said, but it came out softer than you meant it to.

his gaze flickered down, just for a split second.

then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. “you like me.”

you scoffed, pulling back. “delusional.”

“you so do.”

“good night, leehan.”

“admit it.”

you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him again before standing up. “sleep well, best friend.”

“oh my god.”

“bye.”

leehan’s laughter followed you as you walked toward the door, his voice light, teasing but different now. like he knew something you weren’t ready to admit yet.

and maybe he did.

either way, it didn’t matter.

because as you stepped out, your heart still racing, you realized—this wasn’t the end of something.

it was the beginning.

© hancorys, 2025.

[marsprincess889]

Vedic astrology observations

Part 7

Feminine archetype and appearance focused

Preface

In general, yoni animals of big three(especially moon's) nakshatras play a huge role in how a person looks and what they embody. Two people who share one or more yoni animals in big three might look similar, even if all the nakshatras are different. Also, for example, if someone has Uttara Phalguni in big three, and another person has Krittika or Uttara Ashadha(other two sun nakshatras) and Uttara Bhadrapada(U.Phalguni's yoni match), then they will likely have similar appearances and nature too. Both of have them have a Sun nakshatra and a Cow yoni nakshatra in big three. This is one of the interesting ways to look at the bigger picture while interpreting.

Bharani girls/women look divine in high fantasy/period(especially medieval)/mythical inspired looks. Long hair, headbands/diadems, low contrast/ethereal coloring, dresses that show the body/skin but don't hug it tightly, flowy fabrics. Unique pieces in general are best for them. They should avoid modern trends that are too constricting and structured. Their faces tend to have a unique beauty too so they should think outside of what's generic to see their own true essence. Also, their eyes are usually the best part of their face, they have a look of anticipation, innocence and fire in them. Makeup should be serving that beauty of their eyes, and their lips have a unique shape too, the sides of it are pulled downwards, but they're rarely too thick. Too much makeup in general is detrimental to them. They should not be afraid to appear delicate. Everything about how Bharani women should be styled must be focused on embracing and nurturing their natural beauty. They really should not try too hard. Looks should fit the person, not the other way around, that is true for everyone but especially for Bharani girls/women.

Pushya, Uttara Phalguni, Uttara Bhadrapada, Revati(?), Krittika, Rohini and Mrigashira might feel good/look good in a "milkmaid" look/aesthetic. What's interesting is that all of these nakshatras are associated with cows. The first three nakshatras listed might embody that aesthetic more. One of Pushya's symbols is the cow udder, so is Revati's. Pushya's fully in Cancer, and has associations with milk and nurturing. Saturn has associations with agriculture. Uttara Bhadrapada is another Saturn ruled nakshatra and its yoni animal is the cow, although it might lean towards more etheral looks than the sheep/goat yoni Pushya, due to it being in Pisces. Uttara Phalguni's milkmaid look might be more earthy. Mrigashira and Rohini can sometimes wear this look, due to them being in Taurus. Three fourths of Krittika is also in Taurus, and it's another goat/sheep yoni nakshatra that has associations with nurturing, but not as much as Pushya.

^^ To expand on the Cow yonis from above, they look really good with braids(so does Mrigashira but for different reasons). Cow yonis should lean into "traditional",natural clothing. That really allows them to show their femininity. They look really good with their hair down and with clothes that are comfortable. Like, they might look the best with a hoodie or a simple jacket and slightly discheveled hair. Big ballgowns also look amazing on them, as well as regal attire. They also might wear/incorporate elements that has personal significance to them, usually in relation to their close loved ones/family/community, a family heirloom or something that shows where their loyalty lies. (Please tell me this makes sense)

Cat yonis usually have medium to high contrast coloring, especially Ashlesha. Eyeliner looks divine on them, so does lipstick, usually with a rich red or pink color. Punarvasu might look ethereal and perfect in softer shades though too. They're the ones from the two more likely to have low constrast in coloring. I'd say if Punarvasu is light pink, Ashlesha is red. Punarvasus also have mixed/warmer tones than Ashlesha. They both might look good in Silver but Punarvasus should also try wearing gold(Jupiter's color). Punarvasu might look amazing with no lipstick at all too, but lip gloss or moisturizer is still desirable. They both also usually have really nice skin. If not, taking care of its health might really transform their appearance. Lastly, I think these two nakshatras look better if they feel a certain sense of control over their lives😅😭 hear me out. Like how Cats usually bathe themselves(but still smell nice???😭) and have a private, sort of weird and adorable "self-care" routine, these women approach everything in a careful, gradual but determined way, and I think that they need to settle into certain ways of taking care of presenting themselves. They need to feel a sense of safety and assuredenss in it on some level. They need to feel neat and tidy.

Rat yonis on the other hand have low to medium contrast. Purva Phalguni might have lower constrast than Magha. They look best in gold rather than silver. Purva Phalguni is one of the nakshatras that can benefit from having and sticking to staple looks/pieces, so they should not be afraid to do that. Similar to Bharani, they should avoid excess makeup too, but if they truly enjoy something, no matter how camp it seems, then they should go for it, with some discernment. Overly controlled looks are also not the best for them. Maghas usually have bold/noticable hair and they should lean into it. Usually these people don't fuss about appearance in details, but rather go for big statement pieces, like a big gold bracelet or chuncky earrings.

Tiger yonis, unlike cow yonis, will benefit from trends/structured and modern looks. Chitra especially is the nakshatra that likes to fit into certain aesthetics, but I'd advise them to avoid natural looking clothes that fit Cow yonis so well. Instead they should go for tight tops, shorts, tighter dresses, punk rock, fitted garments. If Cow yonis look good in big ballgowns, Tiger Yonis should go for formal dresses that are not flared but still look classic. Vishkhas should wear smudged eyeliner(my opinion lol). A little intensity and fierceness looks really good on Vishakhas but they should avoid excess otherwise like plague. Chitras might have a liscence to overaccessorize sometimes but Vishakhas do not. Also, Chitras can lean into softer/coquettish aesthetics but Vishakhas should aim for something more simple but intense and fierce, and they should not be afraid to mix feminine and masculine elements.

Jyeshta women have a very specific look. Their eyes are rich and intense, usually brows and eyelashes help with the intensity. These women might look really good with earrings, especially round-shaped ones, or a round necklace, given that Jyeshta's symbol is a round talisman. Their eyes are deep and piercing, but not really sharp, their shape could be soft. They could also have doe eyes but the ones that have intelligence, wisdom and worldly depth reflected in them. Dark hair flatters these women a lot, especially if they have Jyeshta moon or ascendant, but that's not a rule. Overall their look is intense, mercurial but regal. Their image should showcase their integrity. Any clothing that seems a little too frivolous or childish is not for them. They could find that they enjoy wearing quality but comfortable pieces that look simple. They can definitely play around with style though, given that they're a Mercury nakshatra, and can look good in something more "excessive". However, I've noticed that, even then, Jyeshta women still prioritize minimalism on some level. If they wear something more "out there" it must be once in a while, just to symbolically display their power. A lot of the times their most excessive outfits are not that excessive to others.

Punarvasu might be another nakshatra that makes its female natives look good in longer dresses. It's a very feminine nakshatra, despite being ruled by a masculine planet. Generally, cat yonis have distinctive faces. Punarvasu, being the soft one out of those two nakshatras, as well as having connection to spirituality and "godhood", influences appearance in a very unique way. These women might benefit from wearing long, soft, flowly garments that cover the body, maybe even a cape or a veil pulled backwards, but the face should be visible. It gives a "divine", "goddess-like", supernatural element to their appearance, which is true to their essence.

Vanar yonis are another pair of nakshatras that are more ethereal looking. They should avoid compact/structured garments and should not be afraid to wear anything oversized, within reason. Shravanas generally tend to be a little longer and slimmer, due to it being in the Saturn-ruled Capricorn, but they don't have the Venusian fierce, Aphrodite look that Purva Ashadhas have. Instead, they're smoother and colder, almost too subdued/neutral than their yoni consorts. Purva Ashadhas can have a more robust bone structure and look "healthier", but their etheriality can have an "earthly"/material element to it unlike Shravana, if that makes sense. This is also the yoni type that can get away with wearing anything weird: the type of choices that make you scratch you head and think "why would anyone go for this" but they somehow look fine and sometimes even good on them. This applies to Shravanas more. Quirky makes them look and feel good. Vanar means "being from other dimensions". According to vedic, they live in forests. Their yoni animal is literally not an actual common "animal" as most think of them, although "Vanar" has been interpreted as "Monkey". It's not inaccurate exactly, since these natives usually do have slightly protruding ears(like elephant yonis) but I think tossing out the origin of the word leaves out an important association.

[dragongirlie56]

Overworked 💤 (Idol!Jinu x Girlfriend!Reader)

Summary: Reader wakes up in the middle of the night to find that her boyfriend Jinu wasn’t in the apartment. Again.

Word Count: Around 1.6k

Note:

I literally wrote most of this fic this morning

I’m working on your guy’s requests as we speak! I just had random inspo for this so I needed to get it out lol!

I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

Info:

-Derpy turned into a small house cat. He’s still blue tho.

-Huntrix defeated Gwi-ma and all Saja boys survived :)

Warnings:

-Not Beta Read

-Stupid managers

-Fatigue? I guess

-Nothing else to my knowledge

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A set of paw prints pulled you from your dreamless state. Your eyes fluttered open to darkness. You squinted, waiting for your eyes to adjust before glancing down to see Jinu’s cat, Derpy, kneading your stomach. Once he was satisfied, he nestled into your warmth; a low purr emitted from him. A sleepy chuckle escaped you as you scratched him behind the ears—he flicked his tail in content.

”Hey Derp.”

You let out a sigh before reaching over to your right. Your eyebrows furrowed as your hand grasped cold sheets. Your eyes flicked up to the alarm clock on his nightstand. The time blinked back at you in red, reading 12:45 in the morning.

Not again, you thought with a frown.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep. You were trying to stay awake to at least say hi to your boyfriend before he’d be gone the next morning for rehearsals and recordings.

For the past few months it’s been hectic. Jinu worked until twelve almost every night to ensure that the Saja boys could release their album by the start of next year. You understood he was passionate about his music and his group, wanting to do his best to get their sound out there.

But you knew Huntrix wasn’t treated by this; Bobby would never allow Mira, Zoey, and Rumi to be overworked to such measures. But the Saja Boy’s manager, Justin, only cared about numbers, charts, and winning awards. Not for their wellbeing or selfcare. Anger spiked through you. The amount of times you wanted to barge in there and smack him in the face was too many to count. You couldn’t even be in the same room as him without sending him a stink eye every five seconds.

And to make matters even worse, you couldn’t even remember the last time you went on a proper date with Jinu. His schedule was that bad.

You would always support him no matter what but this was excessive.

An arid cough itched your throat and you swallowed, wincing at how dry it was.

“Sorry buddy.” You picked Derpy up to place him in your spot before slipping on a pair of socks and making your way to the kitchen.

A yawn escaped you, making you tear up. You glanced at the photo on the fridge of you and Jinu at the aquarium, laughing to yourself when you remembered he was jumpscared by one of the sharks swimming in the glass beside him. He was so carefree that day holding your hand as you jumped from exhibit to exhibit, eager to see all of the sea creatures.

Shaking your head, you grasped the fridge handle and opened the door. You instantly spotted your favorite juice peeking behind one of the milk cartons you bought this morning… Well, yesterday morning. You grabbed the bottle and a glass before pouring the juice inside.

You shut the fridge door and swished your drink from side to side before sipping it.

A click sounded followed by the creak of your front door and you looked up. You took another sip of your juice, leaning back against the counter as you listened to keys jingling and the set of footsteps tapping against the wood floor.

Jinu appeared from the hallway, unaware of your presence.

He reached up to run a hand through his dark hair.

“How was work?”

He froze halfway through, glancing up at you. His eyes searched yours before he let his hand drop to his side, leaving his hair to stick up a bit. “Fine…” His voice was low. Tired.

He dropped his bag near the couch, avoiding your gaze. ”I thought I told you not to wait up for me. You need to rest.” You raised a brow at his last sentence and he winced lightly.

”I need rest?”

”Yes.” He nodded slowly.

You set your drink on the counter—the clink of the glass hitting the counter echoed through the apartment—before folding your arms against your chest. “Jinu.”

He glanced back at you before averting his eyes once more. His shoulders were slouched slightly and he blinked one too many times like he was willing the sleep away.

”You’re exhausted. You need to set boundaries. Tell them you’re not going to be there past four in the afternoon.”

“It’s fine, really… I’m fine.”

You stared at him as if he’d sprouted wings—he might as well have at this point. ”Jinu. It’s one in the morning. One! And you’re expected to be back there at six and to fully perform on only five hours of sleep? Tell me how that’s fine because it isn’t.”

He hid his hands in his pockets as his gaze swept the room. “They won’t… I can’t…”

A sigh left you as you walked over to him. You lifted his chin and held his face in your hands. His brown eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into your touch. ”Jinu, my love, you’re working more than twelve hours a day. That’s illegal. They’re overworking you. I mean look at you! You can barely stand up straight.” Which was true, you could feel him start to lean to the side.

He sighed with his eyes still closed. ”Okay. Yeah. I’m tired. But they’re going to say no.”

“I’ll talk to them. Give Justin a piece of my mind.”

He opened his eyes, a whisp of a smile on his lips. ”As much as I’d love to see that, I don’t think it will work. He’s not going to listen to you.”

You didn’t want him to be right… but you also doubted Justin would listen to you. Not to some woman yelling at them to give her boyfriend a break. Yeah right. He’d call you crazy and summon security to take you away like the jerk he was.

”I could talk to Rumi, see if Bobby can get you into their record label. You know you guys wouldn’t be treated like this. Or maybe all five of you need to say something. Get a new manager. I’m sure the others are exhausted too… In fact I know they are. When we all went to lunch the other day, I saw Romance fall asleep face first in his soup. And when I was watching your rehearsals last week, Baby mixed up his lyrics. He never does that.” You traced the faint remains of his demon markings on his cheek. “The point is, you can’t run on energy drinks and get less than three hours of sleep. None of you can.”

His eyes widened slightly. ”How did you know about the energy drinks?”

”You sent the receipt to my email and I saw you buy eight the other day. And you’ve been putting it in your coffee.”

A grimace appeared on his face. “I didn’t think you saw that.”

You pulled him into a tight hug. Tears pricked at your eyes as you rested your cheek on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.

You held each other in silence, listening to the faint buzz of the fan in your bedroom.

His heartbeat thudded in your ear. “I want you to know I’m not mad at you, I'm mad at your stupid manager. I can’t bear to watch you tire yourself like this anymore. It hurts me to see you taken advantage of. That I can’t do anything about it but watch you be treated this way. To watch you come home exhausted every night.”

His hand came up to cradle the back of your head. “I know…” His words were quiet. “You are doing something, you know. You’re here right now and it means everything to me.” He took a breath. ”I’ll… I’ll talk to the guys. We’ll figure something out… maybe we can go talk to Rumi tomorrow.”

You nodded. ”Good idea.”

“I’m sorry for… putting you through this.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. It isn’t your fault-”

A meow interrupted you from the side. You and Jinu pulled away slightly to turn your heads toward the sound. Derpy was sitting on the counter, swishing his tail from side to side with a sad look on his face.

“Hey bud.” Jinu reached out to scratch the blue cat behind the ears. “Miss me?”

He meowed again which made the two of you chuckle.

”He definitely did.” You smiled lightly. “Time for bed?”

He glanced down at you with a small smile. “Yes please.”

“Your wish is my command.” You grin widened as you grasped his hand and led him toward your shared room. He let go of your hand to change into his pajamas and you hopped onto the mattress, snuggling into your blanket.

“I’ll call off tomorrow. Say I got sick,” Jinu voiced.

“Sounds good to me.”

He emerged from your closet in his pajama pants—which were covered in music notes and microphones—before laying down beside you.

“Not a word,” he said. “I already get enough about it from Rumi and Mira.”

You chuckled, making a zipping motion above your lips before opening your arms. He settled into your embrace, hiding his face in your neck. He let out a sleepy sigh when you ran a hand through his hair.

“I love you.” He mumbled into your skin. “Thanks for caring.” His voice cracked and his arms tightened around your waist.

You kissed the top of his head. “I love you too. I’ll always care for you.” You rubbed his back. “Always.”

You both slept through the night in the safety of each other's arms.

And with Derpy’s protection of course.

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[cs-fox]

Hybrid AU TF141 - a request from a poll I did a while back ❤️

- if hybrids are allowed in the military, I’d assume they were picked because of their superior combat ability. These are not animals, these are soldiers, chosen for their heightened senses and special abilities that give them an edge over normal humans.

- and I bet they’d be so surprised when a normal human joins their taskforce. What was this all about? Surely this human couldn’t have skills equal to theirs?

- after a long time of avoiding this new recruit and her strange smell, slightly friendlier and more curious avian Kyle decides to engage.

- you’re actually quite nice, at least at the surface, and strangely not bothered by the hybrids too much. There’s a couple of scars on your form that makes Kyle wonder but he knows better than to ask.

- the big werewolf, Soap, is next. He sniffs you, actually sniffs you - big, bristly snout nuzzling into your armpit exactly like a real dog. You think it’s pretty adorable till he shifts back, when you realise there’s suddenly a bulky Scotsman with his arm around you - and a wolfish grin on his face.

- then there’s Price, an aging sheepdog, with a beard akin to his animal counterpart. His dark, beady eyes are kind, but seem to hold a lot of knowledge, and unnerve you every time they fall on your form.

- finally, Ghost. He’s a kind of shapeshifter, for use of a more mundane term, because of his parentage. There’s wolfish ears atop his thatched blonde head but shadows leak from his imposing form like dry ice.

- he almost doesn’t say a word when he approaches, simply observing, as you rock on the balls of your feet awkwardly.

- ‘Um - hi. I’m - ’ ‘Y/N.’ he says, with an unreadable look. ‘I’m Ghost.’

- ‘Well, it’s an honour,’ you tried, attempting reverence, but you didn’t see any change in his demeanour.

‘Mhm.’

His eyes were so powerful, you swore they were boring holes in you, trying to suck your soul out through your mouth.

‘I mean - being able to work with this team. It really is.’

The man didn’t even move, until you made some lame excuse and all but ran off down the corridor back to your quarters, where you stayed for the next hour, a little thrown off by the huge skull-masked man.

You only opened the door when you heard scratching - a small noise, like a tiny animal was begging to be let in.

Because Ghost, despite his stony exterior, had taken to you straight away. You were a kind of light to him - friendly, kind, and a little bit oblivious… even so, he couldn’t resist trying to get a peek inside your quarters - after all, being a shapeshifter had it’s uses.

When the door cracked open, there was a slim tortoiseshell cat, with beautiful dark eyes. You gazed at it in wonder - how did a cat get into the barracks?

It mewled softly, and you scooped it up, grunting slightly at its unusual weight.

‘C’mon baby. I’ll see if I have any food for you.’

Having to gulp down warm milk was all worth it in the end for Ghost, after all, it wasn’t such a torture if it meant he got to spend the night in your bed.

[hoe4sports]

If you ever miss me, remember that I’m only as far away as you pushed me.

Is this the comeback we have all been waiting for?

-

You hadn’t seen Alexia in two whole years. Almost 730 days without locking in with her eyes or seeing her brown roots in the gym. Not in person anyway.

Sure, you had seen her. The internet makes in impossible to avoid someone as admired as Alexia Putellas. Her names was plastered in headlines both scandalous ones and more casual Barcelona related ones. Her name was everywhere; headlines, award ceremonies, pictures with fans and tiktoks popping up in your feed every now and then. But her eyes held a truth that you couldn’t bare to look into.

But then here she was again. Not on the internet in an interview or a reel; but less than 10 meters from your face. The pair of you, reunited at last in a locker room.

Your hands clumsily scrabbled to tie your cleats, trying your best to avoid her gaze at all costs. Your arrival was still fresh, only a few weeks out in your contract but somehow you had managed to avoid her. The tension in the air felt rock solid; unspoken words and memories you had placed in the very back of your mind. The potential lifelong partnership that went down the drain.

“I didn’t know that they were signing you when they mentioned looking for a winger.” Alexia sighed, rubbing her neck.

Your eyes didn’t make it off the floor, steadily trying to burn a hole for you to fall down into.

You laughed, shrugging your shoulders.

“Well, perhaps it’s a small world, no?” You replied, unsure of what to say offering her a small smile while still staring into the floor.

“A cruel one that is” Alexia whispered, almost so silent that you couldn’t hear it.

Her snarky remark was abruptly punished by your eyes rapidly staring up at her. It was the first time you had properly looked at her. She still looked the same; a few more wrinkles and perhaps more tired. Or rather exhausted.

“You know that Barcelona is my home, you could’ve gone anywhere else!” Alexia hissed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Like where?” You challenged, raising your brow at her.

“Arsenal? PSG? Lyon? Your old club?” Alexia said, lifting her hands up in frustration.

“Do you think everyone swims in contracts and offers from other clubs? God Alexia, you are still so self-sentered; it’s embarrassing to watch.” You hissed back, feeling furious that she couldn’t even respect you as an athlete.

The second the last word left your lips, you stood up before banging your locker shut and stomping out on the field. This wasn’t just about the stupid transfer. It never was. It was so much more, and Alexia was not going to be allowed into your head.

The first few weeks of training were brutal to say the least. Not the physical part of training, but whenever you had to be involved with alexia. Every pass felt like a pass of pity and every word of encouragement felt ironical.

Just like two cats can learn to live together, you slowly learned to play nice at practice. Stolen glances from Alexia in the gym, water breaks close to another where none of you walked away and one morning; a coffee.

“Coffee; with milk just like you used to like it” she said softly, something about her voice had changed.

“Well, used to is the keyword” you said, mentally rolling your eyes while your voice came out angrier than what you intended it to.

Then it all came back to you; your last argument.

She yelled, you didn’t.

She slammed the door, you stood still.

She broke a picture frame, you picked up the pieces.

She spewed out every word she could remember, you waited.

Waited for the yelling to stop, for the relationship to end. Until silence was the only thing left between you.

A few days later in the hallway, Alexia walked towards the direction which your were leaving.

“I didn’t stop loving you” Alexia confesses, desperately searching for your eyes.

“Then why did you let me walk away?” You followed up, feeling the headache growing.

“I didn’t understand that you wanted me to stop you” Alexia explained, feeling embarrassed over her lack of empathy she had shown you years ago.

There the problem was. She never asked or fought for you: she always assumed. As if letting you slip out of her grip, was less damaging to her ego then putting in the work to keep you.

Now, you were both here. Two professional athletes, teammates; same path but different journeys.

She watched you play from the bench, as if her skin remembered what yours felt like under the sunset on the Barcelonian beaches.

But you? You made sure to stay in your lane. Never as much as a toe out of line.

Whenever the media asked, the fans asked, the team asked: “how is it to play with your ex?”

You smiled politely even though you wanted to scream over how your goals were hidden in the shadow of your ex girlfriend.

Always replying with, “it’s just football”.

But the truth was harsh, it crept under your jersey like a million ants trying to carry the weight of a sinking ship.

The harsh truth was that she only saw you clearly after she had lost you.

Then one night, staying behind after a match; you met her in the doorway.

“If you ever miss me” she whispered, holding in a sob.

You cut her off.

“Remember, I’m only as far away as you pushed me.”

-

P2 here.

[sleekervae]

Lucky Cat ☆ Clark Kent

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Pairing: clark kent x fem!oc

Warnings: mentions of murder, some insults thrown at a dog, mentions of sex

Word Count: 1.5k

They meet the way most good stories start: inconveniently.

She’s reading at a coffee shop table she absolutely did not pay for when Clark stumbles in, wet from the rain, holding a broken umbrella and a pair of fogged-up glasses.

He apologizes as he bumps her table. She doesn’t even look up. Just mutters, “Charming,” and turns the page of her book with passive-aggressive intent.

He says sorry again—twice—and retreats to the corner, dripping quietly. She only glances at him once: to clock the broad shoulders, the ruined button-down, the sheepish way he shrugs at the barista. Cute, she thinks. Annoyingly so.

The second time they meet, she’s locking her bike outside the Daily Planet—illegally, technically—when he comes around the corner carrying a box of donuts and two coffees. He blinks at her. She blinks back.

“…Hi,” he says, like he’s surprised to see her again.

She narrows her eyes. “We’ve met?”

“I tripped into your table last week. In the café.”

She considers that. “Oh. Yeah.”

Pause. “You were very wet.”

His ears go pink. “Right. That.”

They end up sharing the donuts. He likes the jelly-filled. She prefers the plain, no-nonsense ones. He offers to walk her home. She scoffs, “Do I look like someone who needs an escort?”

But halfway there, it starts to rain again. She doesn’t protest when he holds his umbrella over her head.

Being with Clark Kent is… weird at first.

He’s sweet. Painfully sweet. He shows up on time. Texts back in full sentences. Remembers her favorite kind of tea and brings it over when she’s having a bad week. She thinks he might be too nice to be real.

She keeps her distance at first, emotionally. Pulls away when he reaches for her hand in public. Makes sarcastic remarks when he compliments her. Won’t admit that she waits for him to kiss her goodnight on the stoop and feels sick if he doesn’t.

She’s affectionate when she wants to be. Selectively, as Clark puts it with a small smile. But when she does let him in—curling up beside him on the couch, letting her fingers tangle in his hair, pressing her cold feet against his calves in bed—he lights up like a goddamn sunrise.

He’s so much warmer than her. Physically, emotionally. He wants to talk about feelings. He asks how she slept. He reads the articles she sends and writes her notes in the margins. She, in contrast, is the kind of person who would fake her death before admitting she misses someone.

She knows it. He knows it. He loves her anyway.

She never says much about how she feels. Not in words. But she learns the way he likes his cocoa.

It starts one December night after a long flight for him and a long day of overthinking for her. He looks exhausted, eyes soft, shoulders relaxed for the first time all week.

She hands him a steaming mug.

He sips. Pauses. Sips again. “Is this… is there cinnamon in this?”

She shrugs, avoiding his gaze. “Just thought it might be nice.”

What she doesn’t say is that she’s been practicing—quietly, determinedly—trying different ratios of cocoa to milk, warming it low and slow the way he’d once done while half-asleep. Trying to get the foam just right.

Clark takes another sip. Smiles. “It’s perfect.”

She bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too hard.

When she finds out he’s Superman, she doesn’t scream or cry or punch a wall.

She just looks at him across her kitchen, arms crossed, and says, “Well, that explains the heat you throw off in bed.”

Clark’s stunned silent. It’s not the reaction he expected.

Then she says, “You’re paying for the next four takeout orders. That’s the emotional labor tax.”

He agrees instantly.

What she doesn’t say—what she won’t say—is that she’s scared now. That knowing he’s Superman makes the fear feel real and constant and lodged in her chest. Because she’s always been cautious with her heart, and this is like falling for a live wire.

But he never gives her reason to doubt him. He tells her when he has to leave. He comes back every time. And when she wakes up in the middle of the night alone, she’ll find a handwritten note next to her pillow.

“You were sleeping too beautifully to wake. I’ll be back by sunrise. Yours always, C.”

Krypto is a whole thing.

Clark brings him over once, sheepish and hopeful. “He’s friendly,” he insists.

She narrows her eyes. “He's a nuclear drool machine with a cape.”

But she doesn’t hate the dog. Not really. Not after he curls up by her feet and falls asleep during a true crime documentary binge session. Not after she wakes up from a nightmare and finds him pawing gently at her door like he knew.

She never calls him “her dog.” Not even once. But she does buy him a raincoat and complain loudly when Clark forgets to put it on.

Clark makes her breakfast for dinner the first time she has a meltdown.

It’s nothing huge—a bad day, too many deadlines, too much of her brain telling her she’s a mess no one should love. She doesn’t tell him all that. She just texts: Don’t come over. I’m not good company tonight.

He shows up anyway, carrying eggs and toast and strawberries, wearing that soft blue hoodie she secretly loves. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. He doesn’t push.

He just cooks.

Later, when she’s curled up against his chest with crumbs in the bed and her face tucked into his neck, he murmurs, “You don’t have to be good company. You just have to let me in.”

Their sex life is slow to build. Not because he isn’t eager (he is, painfully so), but because she’s careful.

But once she trusts him—once he touches her like she’s made of constellations and makes her come undone just by whispering her name—it gets intense, fast.

Clark’s a giver. He worships. He ruins her in the softest, filthiest ways: long sessions, slow mornings, hungry nights where his hands don’t leave her skin for hours. He listens. Learns. Loves every part of her, even the ones she used to keep hidden in the dark.

He murmurs things like, “You’re so beautiful like this,” and “Let me take care of you,” and “I could spend forever right here.” She makes fun of him for it—then clutches his shoulder when he presses deeper and whispers it again.

She never knew sex could feel like this—like a conversation, like a prayer. Like being seen.

She’s obsessed with true crime documentaries. Clark doesn’t get it.

“Why do you want to watch serial killers while we eat dinner?” “Because it’s soothing.” “It’s not.” “You’re just a farm boy with a hero complex. Let me have my niche.”

He sighs. Grabs the popcorn. Watches the first one. Says it’s disturbing. Watches the second. By the third, he’s yelling “It’s always the husband!” and rewinding to catch clues.

She never says it out loud, but it’s her favorite ritual: him behind her on the couch, arms around her waist, his chin hooked over her shoulder, both of them invested in some stranger’s murder trial like it’s their job.

Now?

Now she wakes up to the sound of Clark making pancakes on Sunday mornings, Krypto curled at the foot of the bed. She groans, rubs her hand over her face, and mumbles, “You’re too cheerful. It’s illegal.”

He kisses her cheek. “I plead guilty.”

She still rolls her eyes at his dorky charm. Still pretends to be annoyed when he picks her up bridal-style after dinner just because he can. Still grumbles when he hums while folding laundry.

But she loves him. God, she loves him.

And sometimes, when he’s asleep—hair a mess, breath even, hand still curled around hers—she whispers it into his chest, soft and shaky:

“I never thought I’d get this lucky.”

Clark, even half-asleep, always smiles.

[sashiavi]

What would Catboy!Sebastian do if I ended up carrying his kittens though 😳?

You already knOw where my mind went to </3

CW : Pregnancy | Lactation | Descriptions of pregnant belly | possessive behaviour | lmk if I miss any ♡

CatBoy!Sebastian who finds himself at the farm house far too many nights in a row, skulking about behind his mother's back. He couldn't help but come back, not with your ever so stimulating company.

CatBoy!Sebastian would be thrilled to know youre late and that he is the father - it's a new big step in his life, finally something that instils a weighty comfort in his otherwise chaotic life.

CatBoy!Sebastian who insists he will stick around to father his child, even going to the bounds of marrying you and permanently moving in to be around you on a more consistent basis.

CatBoy!Sebastian who brings home trinkets and food for you - much like how a normal cat comes home with a bird or a mouse - He feeds you, keeps you warm, goes out on adventures (to Piere's) to hunt supper (buy groceries) so he can provide for you.

CatBoy!Sebastian who avoids eating sashimi around you when you're unable to eat it yourself </3

CatBoy!Sebastian is overprotective, barely allowing you to set foot off of the Farm's property line, let alone have you work around and harvest crops and animal goods.

CatBoy!Sebastian who's always less than a step behind you, hand inching to your lower back in public.

CatBoy!Sebastian who hisses and growls at even his best friend Sam when he fears the blonde's friendly touch may get a little to close to you.

CatBoy!Sebastian who watches his Kittens poke and move around in your belly in awe.

CatBoy!Sebastian who noses at your full and swollen tits, already dribbling sweet and creamy milk through your tops.

CatBoy!Sebastian who can't help but suckle up on your pretty, achey nipples, swallowing down your milks with a soft and happy sigh.

CatBoy!Sebastian who's tail swishes from side to side while he nurses on you, ignoring your concerns that there won't be enough for his Kittens.

CatBoy!Sebastian who grinds up into your gushy pussy, pretty milk dribbling down your tummy, pooling around his cock as he fucks you. He watches your tits bounce and leak, paws at your growing belly, laps at your skin.

CatBoy!Sebastian who can't stop breeding up your cunt over and over again, enthralled with the picture of your thighs stained in his sticky cum and your creamy milk.

CatBoy!Sebastian who runs you a warm bath, grooming and pampering you oh so sweetly, pinching and twiddling your breasts, dexterous fingers shoved in your slick hole.

CatBoy!Sebastian who does everything to keep you and your pretty, swollen tummy in his sight..

(What I'm saying is that he's a wHORE)

Ugh now I'm thinking about how Puppy!Sam would up his guarding behaviour while you're swollen up with his Pups </3

[riveriki]

your laces are untied

PAIRING… student! Ni-ki x student! reader | GENRE… fluff, romance, cutesy| TROPE… bf x gf | WC… 1.0k

The bell rang, echoing down the school hall like a starter pistol. Lunch.

You closed your locker and turned around, only to find Niki standing there, holding a juice box and a smile.

“Strawberry or mango?” he asked.

You reached for the mango, but he pulled it back slightly, teasing. “Mango, huh? Basic.”

“You bought it.”

He grinned and handed it over. “Only because I knew you’d pick it.”

You both walked out toward the courtyard, where the benches were slightly warm under the sun and everyone had scattered into their friend groups. The usual. You and Niki always sat near the tree, just far enough to avoid the noise, but close enough to hear it if something entertaining happened. Like Jungwon’s dramatic reenactments of teacher meltdowns.

Niki stretched out, legs extended like a cat, and poked your shoulder with his juice straw.

“Wanna skip sixth period?”

You squinted at him. “We have math.”

“Exactly,” he said, tossing his head back. “Let’s go get ice cream instead. It’s hot.”

You shook your head, laughing. “You literally failed the last test.”

“Only because I was thinking about you the whole time.”

You smacked his arm with your notebook, but he caught your hand and held it. Just like that. No dramatic music. No slow motion. Just fingers in fingers like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Your heart did the thing it always did around him. It fluttered and dropped at the same time. He was ridiculous, annoying, and sometimes too loud in the hallways—but also the only person who remembered what snacks you liked and could tell how your day went just by looking at your face.

“You looked tired this morning,” he said, still not letting go of your hand. “Stayed up late?”

You nodded. “I had that stupid bio project.”

“I told you I’d help.”

“You said, and I quote, ‘Science is a scam.’”

“It is,” he said, dead serious.

You rolled your eyes. “Still. I got it done.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder. “You’re smart. It’s annoying.”

“You’re smart too,” you said, even though he probably wouldn’t believe you. But he was. Maybe not in the academic way, but he noticed people. He knew when your mood dipped even before you did. He remembered anniversaries like the day you first became friends, or the day you confessed with shaking hands behind the school gym.

“You wanna hang out after school?” he asked suddenly. “I found this arcade near the station. Thought it looked fun.”

You smiled. “Only if I get to beat you at Dance Dance Revolution again.”

He made a fake gasp. “That never happened.”

“It literally did. You tripped over your own shoelace.”

He looked down at his sneakers, then at yours. “Funny. Yours are untied right now.”

You blinked. “Wait, wha—”

Before you could react, he bent down and actually started tying your shoelace. You looked around, mortified. “Niki!”

“What?” he said, all innocent. “It was a safety hazard.”

Your face flushed as people walked by, barely noticing, but still.

He tied it slowly, deliberately, and when he stood up, he looked a little too proud of himself.

“There,” he said. “Boyfriend duties complete.”

You stared at him. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Damn right I am.”

You both sat in silence for a moment. The kind of quiet that didn’t feel awkward at all. Just easy. Soft.

A breeze blew past, and your hair tickled your face. Niki gently tucked a strand behind your ear without saying anything. Like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

“You always do that,” you mumbled.

“Do what?”

“Touch my hair like it’s a normal thing.”

He leaned in a little. “It is a normal thing.”

You looked down at your shoes. Still tied.

He nudged your arm. “Hey.”

You looked up.

“I like you. Like... all the time,” he said. “Just so you know. Even when you're mad at me. Even when I suck at math. Even when your shoelaces are a mess.”

Your face broke into a smile you couldn’t stop.

“I like you too. Even when you drink all my milk carton without asking.”

“That was one time!”

“Twice.”

“Okay, maybe twice.”

He squeezed your hand.

The bell rang again.

“Math?” you asked.

“Ice cream,” he replied.

You both stood up at the same time, walking away from the building with no real destination, just the warmth of the sun, mango juice, and your hand in his.

And really, that was more than enough.

[r0-boat]

Hello there! Can i request a Lycaon nsfw with a fem neko reader?

if its not too much trouble, maybe like a slight prey/predictor with some biting??

Von Lycaon Headcannons with a Cat Thiren!S/O

Von Lycaon x Fem!Reader. Hi I went a little crazy...

Cw: Nsfw, biting, size kink, knotting, heats/Rutts, predator/prey, breeding.

You're so small. So tiny and cute, Lycaon always catches himself staring at you, and he must desperately pull himself away. But this is normal. It is usual for Von Lycaon to be so enamored with you that he's practically attached to you by the hip. However, recently, it's been different. Some kind of scent clinging to you makes him drool; it's sweet yet savory, faint yet strong. When it hits his nose, he gets dizzy and wants more. He could feel himself beginning to salivate at the delectable scent, which he had to stop himself from doing. He can't be drooling on the job or in front of you.

The urges bubbling up inside him are beginning to scare him. The images of your tail wrapping around his hand as he pulls your body into him, His big hand gently petting your small ear before choking you while he makes you scream on his cock. Making you mew and cry out when he sinks his teeth into your body is as clear as crystal.

He's always had thoughts about having you underneath him, like any man would. But this wasn't just sexual desire. It was more than that something primal and deep, something that turned him into more of an animal. He's always taken pride in self-control but now, every time he looks at you, he wants to throw it all away.

He understands now; He has been on his own suppressants for as long as he can remember; maybe that's why he's having such a primal reaction to your scent. He was so careless to avoid you. He's still holding back even now as you knew and beg him to touch you, fuck you. This tail is wagging, and he's drooling, but he's still gentle as he asks you if you're sure. You just want his knot inside you, and you command him to claim you. "As you wish," He growls as he takes you into the sheets, grabbing you full force to manhandle your body. Fully letting go of all restraint.

He feels terrible for trying to avoid you, But he feels like that. He's almost at his limit, And he is scared of what he might do to you if he slips even once. But you had other plans, feeling the heat in your core bubble over. You needed him more than ever since your first heat is in forever. It's going to hit you like a truck, and you need him.

Sure, the two of you had sex before, but this was different. Von Lycaon was always a gentleman in and out of bed making sure to treat you like glass. Which you loved however, this is not what you needed. Every Thiren knows that heat/rut sex is very different from the regular thing.

His big hands grab at your wrists; His red eyes glaze down at you like a piece of steak. You could hardly even recognize him in this desperate and feral state, and you loved it.

He has full control over your body, moving you like a rag doll until his naked hips are against yours. His hard monstrous cock is ready to penetrate you with force. You're already so wet from your heat. He doesn't need to prep you. Part of him doesn't even want to.

Your tiny cunt squeezes around his massive knotted cock as you hear him pant incoherent words, "Fill you up." "Mine." "So perfect." He growls about his big knot filling you up as he digs his teeth into your shoulder, his claws digging into your hips as he forces you deeper, causing you to take his knot.

Feeling you milk his cock with every vise grip squeeze your calm coating his cock; von Lycaon howls as you feel spurt after spurt of pent-up cum.

He's still coming even after the two of you finish. Who knows how long he needed this? Even as you lay there, Your heat satisfied, for now, he's not done his knot deflates, but his cock is still hard. He holds you close to his chest, letting out a whimper as he mutters in your ear, "I-I feel it... My rut, why is it here? "

[sylusgworl]

HOT AMERICANO ft. sylus

content: alternate universe, implied f!reader, fluff, sylus is a bit of a bully n overbearing, reader works at a coffeeshop, sylus can't flirt for the life of him, so he just uses intimidation and hopes for the best kinda xx

a/n: so, i just kinda wrote this at 3am and idk it made sense when i was typing it, idk if it makes sense now, so uh just leave it or take it *cries*. wc. 974 . rbs are very appreciated <3

m.list

your days have been monotonous for a while. wake up, get ready, off to your job, then get back home.

it really put you in a bad mood for some reason.

at 8:30 you'd reach the coffee shop, spend six hours there dealing with grumpy costumers and a low paycheck, then you'd come back home, exhausted, only to repeat the same thing the next day.

you thought you'd never get a break from the stillness, stuck in a never-ending loop, waiting to break the curse.

“hi, what can i get you?” you politely ask the umpteenth costumer, your gaze not even raising from your feet as you wait for them to answer.

“an americano. hot.” a magnetic voice reaches your ears, so captivating you feel compelled to raise your eyes and meet its owner.

the man doesn't look over thirty. his slender finger tap on the table, while his eyes are locked on you. ruby eyes.

you feel so small under his gaze, feeling piecered by thousands of daggers.

the fascinating stranger wears a leather jacket, black, that compliments his fair complexion and silver hair.

“cat got your tongue?” you're suddenly pulled out of your in depth analysis.

your face flushes, as you stagger, muttering a “oh yes. it'll be ready in a bit?”. it sounds like a question, even though it is not supposed to. you want to smack yourself. what a good way to ruin your reputation, caught red handed as you're gawking at a random stranger.

except he's a fine looking stranger. extremely fine.

he hums in response and you excuse yourself, almost sprinting as you quickly shift behind the counter.

you finally put yourself to work, except you now feel a pair of eyes studying you, watching your every move. you think you're just imagining things. except, when the coffee is ready, as you place the cup in front of him, you meet his indecifrable gaze.

“here,” you mutter and almost shove it against him. his eyes hide a hint of amusement, although you can't tell much by his illegible countenance.

you turn around, ready to leave, when he calls out to you, “you got me the wrong order, sweetie.”

you don't like how the pet name makes you feel, at all. you inhale, exhale, then plaster a smile on your face, “let me see, you asked for a hot americano?”

“yes i did. i don't think an americano has any milk, does it?”

you freeze. your eyes meet his, then slowly glide down at the cup. latte art is the first thing you notice. oh no.

with a mortified expression, a chain of apologies leaves your mouth, as you try to take the cup awa from the table. what a day.

“leave it as is. when do you finish work?”

“in thirty minutes,” your answer is involuntarily instant.

“i'll drink this,” he points at the cup, his hard features now molded into an entertained expression. you notice the corner of his mouth is slightly raised upwards.

“but in exchange, you have to meet me as soon as your shift ends,” his tone is beguiling, is invitation even more. but you don't understand the reason for it.

“it's not a problem for me to remake your drink, sir. it'll be on the house,” you try to wiggle your way out.

but the bemused look doesn't leave his face, as he pushes his upper body forward, reading your name tag.

“miss [last name], looked inappropriately at a customer, mixing up his order and wasting his time,” he says, his tone stern, not loud nor quiet.

heat spreads out on your cheeks, as you bite your lip nervously, doing your best to avoid his eyes.

“alright,” you say. you're too tired to even ask for the reason why he wants to meet you. maybe he wants to beat you up, then quietly dispose of your body. he does have the look of a gangster.

probably, he'll even call his sidekicks to do the job. you chase that though away, biting your inner cheek.

either way, you're not too upset about your supposed approaching death.

“good girl,” your heart makes a leap. you nod and run off, hoping and praying he hasn't noticed your reaction.

you hope time freezes.

except what feels like an eternity finally comes to an end, and you find yourself out of the coffeeshop door.

he's leaning against a car, one that you couldn't buy even if you saved up all your paychecks for ten years.

you nervously approach him, feeling out of place.

“you’re here,” he walks towards you, until only a few inches separate you two.

you look up to meet his eyes, before involuntarily stepping backwards.

“i don’t bite, kitten,” he says, lowering his head to meet your height.

“so,” you clear your voice, “may i know what you need me for?” you ask him, averting your gaze. you don’t care if you sound too brusque, you can’t wait for things to get done quickly.

a chuckle leaves his lips. “oh, you’re decisive. i like it,” he says, the last words almost whispered to the wind, as he takes a small paper from his pocket and scribbles something on top of it with a pen.

“here, take it,” and you grab it right away, almost enchanted.

“i don’t think we can do anything today, i hope next time you won’t be trembling as much as today, i prefer it when you’re fierce, kitten.” he turns around, “oh, and i’ll be waiting for a message,” he finishes.

time doesn’t allow you to find words of rebuttal.

he turns around before you can formulate an answer and drives away, leaving you and your piece of paper.

your eyes slowly look at it, heart thumping fast, and still refusing to believe the last interaction was real.

04 xxxx xxxx

— sylus qin

he left you his number.

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