#okay bye nice to meet you

[hozaloza]

Me after someone lectures me about using the word 'delulu'

Clown

I'm not a clown because I misused the word "delusion" I'm a clown because I preform stupid acts on purpose with no shame.

That's my job.

To do stupid stuff

I'm sorry my obsession with Thomas hurt your feelings 😔/j

Okay fr though. Delulu seems to be a separate word from delusion. Same idea, but different context.

Delulu seems to be more for tame subjects

Delusion is this definition

It could be possible delulu is an offensive term, but I wouldn't know that, why would anyone?? Please, if I say something that could be offensive, can you inform me nicely?? I have no social cues half the time, so I don't always get whats right or wrong. I'm also stubborn and have anger issues, so being nice honestly helps me out on the long run.

Alright, ty for coming to my ted talk

(This is SBG related, so...)

[shalpilot]

HOLYYH SHIT

[everlastingspring143]

Hello! I am new here, so this is my first post hahah~

I'd like to try writing fics for Stray Kids or just share bits and peaces of my life, but at first, I'll try to get used to the way Tumblr works :Dd

Hope you have a nice day ! ^^♡

[finelinevogue]

kisses will make it better

summary - you think you’ve made aaron upset so decide not to tell him when you’ve been in a car accident

pairing - aaron hotchner x gf!reader

word count - 3k

Today was shit.

Like really terrible.

It was one of those days where nothing had gone right and you felt like the universe was caving in on you. From missing a meeting due to traffic to getting harassed by your boss again, there was nothing that had technically gone right.

Which is why you were calling Aaron on your drive home, because you knew he would make it better.

It was dangerous to rely on someone to make you feel better, but he was your person and there was no one you would rather speak to than him.

“Hotchner.”

You smiled as he always answered the phone the same way.

He said that people wasted time by looking at the caller ID rather than just answering the phone, so you were used to him never answering the phone any other way.

“Hi love.”

“Y/N?” He questioned and you had to chuckle.

“Who else would be calling you ‘love’?” You laughed.

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Um,” You looked at the clock on your car dashboard, “Nearly 11PM.”

“Yeah, it is. Look, you know we’ve got a really busy case right now?” He sounded pissed off and it made your heart drop.

“Yeah, I just thought…” You gulped to swallow back the oncoming threat of tears.

You didn’t want to cry over something so trivial as making your boyfriend upset, but when you had had a day as bad as yours anything was a possible trigger. Especially when Aaron was supposed to be the person to listen and comfort you.

“So I need to sleep and I need this phone line to be open for the police detectives.”

You could hear what he wasn’t saying; ‘Don’t call me’.

“Okay.”

“Alright, bye.” And he hung up.

It felt kind of pathetic to cry, but the tears kept falling.

You sniffled as you let out a few shaky breaths. Your eyes tried concentrating on the roads but your tears were sort of blinding your sight.

Your bad day had just gotten even worse.

The one person you knew would have cheered you up had to go and let you down. It wasn’t really his fault. He did have a really big case at the moment that was really stressful, so any sleep he could get was important, but it would’ve been nice to just speak to him for a few minutes.

You pulled down the sleeve of your jumper over your hand so you could wipe away the tears from your eyes.

You were thankful to be stopped at a red light.

Leaning over into your glove compartment you picked out a packet of tissues and took one out so you could blow your nose. Crying always led to a runny nose.

Maybe you’d done something really terrible and that was why the world was taking it out on you. But what had you done?

Except for this morning, you were always on time for work. You put up with endless sexist and gross comments from your boss. You worked really long nights and early mornings just to get the work done. Working as an assistant for a CEO wasn’t as glamorous as it sounded, but it paid the bills.

So why did you deserve to have such a shit day?

That’s what you were hoping Aaron could have answered.

Now you had only gone and upset him too.

The light turned green and you gripped onto the tissue as you took a hold of the steering wheel to turn left.

There were bright lights.

A car horn sounded.

Your feet slammed hard on the breaks.

There was an almighty crash.

And then it all went black.

<.><.><.>

“Miss. Miss, can you hear me?”

Your head felt so heavy and your chest felt tight.

Your eyes were slow to open, but when they finally did they felt so heavy - as if they were being weighed down.

Then you noticed the blue and red flashing lights against the pitch black of night and the paramedic that was leaning into your car to talk to you.

She had a stethoscope pressed against your chest and kept calling out to you for a response.

Slowly it was all coming back to you.

“Miss, answer if you can hear me.”

You nodded your head slowly.

“Okay good.” She said, “You were in a car accident. Do you remember what happened?”

Instead of responding you let the tears fall. Now you were coming back around and things were coming into focus you started to feel how much pain you were in. The seat belt must have stopped you from flying through the front window, but it had definitely bruised your entire chest and rib area in the process. That’s why it was probably painful to breathe.

The lady ducked back out of the car then.

“She’s pretty shaken.”

“We need to get her to a hospital. She could have internal bleeding.”

“Okay let’s cut her out and slowly transport her to an ambulance.”

“Have you asked who we should call?”

Their voices were all a blur as your eyes grew heavier again. The tears in your eyes were making your focus blurry again. It hurt to even cry.

Aaron was going to be so mad.

He was on such a busy case and the last thing he needed was to hear his girlfriend had been in a car accident - a bad one at that. You promised yourself then that you would tell the emergency response people that you didn’t have any emergency contacts. You didn’t need Aaron coming down here.

Not that you didn’t want him, because God you did, but more that you didn’t want to add any extra stress for him.

He had a hard enough job as it was without looking after you too.

He needed his rest, so you would do this alone.

<.><.><.>

Garcia was hurried as she approached Hotch’s office.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” Morgan asked from his desk as he watched his friend rush past.

“It’s Y/N.” She said and that’s when Morgan noticed the tears in her eyes.

Morgan shot up from his desk, as did Emily and Reid who had overheard the conversation. They didn’t ask questions, but did follow Garcia to Hotch’s office to listen in. It was clearly serious if Garcia was upset.

Garcia didn’t even knock before entering.

Hotch looked up from his desk, clearly unimpressed with the lack of knocking until he saw the looks on his team’s faces - especially Garcia’s.

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asked, clicking the lid on his pen.

“Sir, you know how you asked me to set up that system where if any immediate family relatives of ours were admitted to hospital then they’d flag on my system so we’d know?” She asked.

Hotch stood up immediately.

“Is Jack okay?” His heart sank.

“Yes, Sir, he is.” Garcia looked distressed still, “But Y/N was in a major car accident last night. Drunk driver hit her side of the car. Caused her car to be sent spinning across the road where it was then hit at the rear by a lorry.”

Hotch went pale. He felt like his heart had stopped beating.

“When?” Hotch picked up his phone.

No new messages.

Why had no one contacted him about this?

He was your emergency contact. He should have been notified about this.

“Accident happened last night at about 11:15. I only got the notification when I came in this morning, Sir.”

“She’s been in the hospital since 11:15 last night?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Where is she now?”

“I had a look and… seems like she’s been in surgery for most of the night.���

Hotch had heard enough. He was ready to go now.

“Prentiss and Morgan. Go to the police station and find out what you can about the accident. I want that drunk driver ID’d.” Hotch ordered and they both left the room immediately.

“Call us if anything changes, Hotch.” Morgan added and Hotch nodded.

Reid…” Hotch said.

“I’m coming to the hospital with you.” Reid said for his boss.

“I need you here to work the case with Dave.”

“Hotch, this will probably be the only time I say this… but no. I’m coming with you and no doubt Rossi will too. Y/N is our friend too.” Reid argued back and Hotch didn’t have to say anything else for everyone to know that he was grateful for it.

Hotch needed the support and he knew you would need it to.

Screw this case.

Family was more important.

“Garcia…”

“I have my computers scanning security footage as we speak, Sir.”

“Good.”

“Go get our girl, Sir.” Garcia said and Hotch wasted no more time before exiting his office.

<.><.><.>

“You can’t blame yourself, Aaron.” Dave said as he drove the car to the hospital.

Aaron had wanted to drive but Dave had disagreed. It would’ve been dangerous for him to drive at a time like this.

“I spoke to her 15 minutes before the accident, Dave.” Aaron said, his composure slowly breaking.

Dave didn’t add anything to the conversation because he knew this was Aaron’s way of opening up as to why he felt so guilty.

“I told her not to call because my phone needed to be open for the police detectives to call me.”

“You were sleep deprived Aaron.” Dave argued.

“That’s not an excuse.”

“Maybe not, but it was the truth.”

Aaron kept his gaze on the road in front of them.

This car journey had felt like the longest twenty minutes of his life. Then he thought about how long you must have been alone in your crumpled car until someone arrived - how long that must have felt. How scary that must have been.

“I can’t lose her too.” Aaron said.

“You won’t. She’s got a strength in her that not everyone does.”

Aaron wanted to smile at that because he knew it was true, but it was hard to smile when he didn’t have a clue what state he was about to find you in.

<.><.><.>

Aaron stormed into the ER.

He did a quick sweep of the room and walked to the front desk. His hands gripped the front desk like it was the only thing keeping him standing up.

“Y/N L/N.”

“I’m sorry, Sir?” The nurse questioned.

“I’m here to see Y/N L/N. She was brought in late last night from a car accident.” Hotch explained.

“Let me see.” The nurse typed away on her computer.

Rossi and Reid came up behind Aaron as they also waited to hear what the nurse had to say.

Aaron’s team was like a family to him, which meant they were also a family to you. The team had taken a liking to you ever since they had seen how much you had positively impacted Aaron’s life. They had never seen him smile so much as when he was around you. You brought out the best in him and the thought of losing you meant losing their boss too.

“Are you Aaron Hotchner, Sir?” The nurse questioned.

“Yes.”

The nurse smiled sympathetically, “Miss L/N specifically told the doctors last night that we weren’t to contact you.”

“W-what?” Aaron furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m her emergency contact.”

“We’re aware, Mr Hotchner.”

“S-so what?” Aaron tried to calm himself down because he knew it wasn’t the nurses fault, “That’s it?...”

“Miss L/N told us not to contact you, Mr Hotchner, so we didn’t. However, now you are here I don’t see any reason to hold you back any further. Just sign this ‘sign in’ sheet, please.”

“Thank you.” Aaron said honestly, feeling both a wave of relief and anxiety.

Why had you told them not to call him?

Well, he knew why…

It was starting to feel like this was his fault. Doubts creeping into his mind as to whether he was the right person for you. It felt like no matter what he did, no matter how happy he became, he would always be tested in some way.

<.><.><.>

Reid and Rossi had gone to buy you flowers, leaving Aaron in the room alone with you.

It had been a shock to see you at first.

He hadn’t really prepared himself for how you might look, but he definitely hadn’t expected this.

You were bandaged like a mummy. Your head had a thick bandage wrapped around. Your hands were littered with plasters and gauze from where tiny bits of shattered glass had cut into your skin. He couldn’t see your chest but he had no doubts that the entire area would be black and bruised.

It made Aaron feel sick seeing you like this.

<.><.><.>

When you finally came around you felt lighter than you had before.

There was no seat belt cutting into your skin and you could breathe a little easier too. The bed you were laid in was really comfortable and someone had clearly dimmed the lights in preparation for you waking up.

Your eyes opened to find yourself in a hospital room.

The small window to the right told you it was a new day because it had been nighttime the last time you had seen the sky. Whether it was the next day or a couple of days was difficult to guess.

You looked down from the window to the small table.

There were six bunches of flowers of all different varieties. All of them had cards underneath them and you were eager to know who they were from.

The one that had a mathematical joke on had to be from Reid. The one that was covered in pink glitter was definitely from Garcia. The one that was clearly handmade had to be the work of Jack Hotchner. That one made you smile.

Your eyes went to the other side of the room where there was a chair facing your bed.

It was empty.

You knew who had been there, though, thanks to the blazer and red tie draped over the back of it.

Just as you started thinking about Aaron, you could hear your two favourite boys approaching.

“But I want to give the giraffe to her now, dad.”

“Ssh, ssh. We have to be quiet now bud, okay? Y/Ns sleeping.”

“But she’s been sleeping all day.”

“That’s because she’s poorly.”

“Oh, okay.”

Aaron and Jack entered the room a moment later, leaving the door open.

“Y/N!” Jack screamed in excitement when he saw that you were awake. He shuffled himself out of his dad’s hold until he was on the floor and running over to your bedside.

Aaron was ready to tell Jack off until he saw that you were in fact awake.

“Jack, careful.” Aaron said when his son started climbing on the bed.

“He’s okay.” You assured them both.

“Dad said you’re poorly.” Jack said.

“I guess I am.” You smiled at him.

“Does this hurt?” He pointed to the bandage on your forehead.

“A little.”

“Dad can kiss it better.” Jack explained like he was the certified doctor working in this hospital. It made you and Aaron laugh, which was probably the best form of medicine anyways. “Won’t you dad?”

Instead of giving a yes or a no response, Aaron came over to you and placed a kiss on top of the bandage. You couldn’t feel his lips, but his presence was enough to make you a little bit emotional.

He smelt like home and his closeness was so warm that you felt comforted.

Aaron kept his face close to yours as pulled away. He looked at you and noticed your teary eyes. His thumb reached your cheek to softly pad over the skin there - no doubt to check that you were really here and okay.

“Hey Jack, why don’t we go and get a chocolate bar for Y/N, hmm?” You heard Rossi’s voice behind Aaron.

Neither you or Aaron made a move from each other to check. Rossi must have taken Jack from the room because it went so quiet then.

Aaron kept his gaze on your eyes and you could see the sadness lost within them.

You hated to see him so sad. It was your weakness.

“I’m…”

“If you say you’re sorry I’m going to be really upset.” Aaron said quickly to cut you off.

You nodded, crying a bit more now.

“Thank you for coming.” You said instead.

“Don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. I’ll always be here.” Aaron moved to perch on the bed beside you, careful not to bump into any sore part of you.

“How did you even know?”

“Garcia.”

“Of course” You smiled. Aaron smiled because you smiled.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for being an asshole last night.”

“Aaron, love, I can see that you’re beating yourself up over this but it wasn’t your fault. Yes, you were kind of an asshole. I did need you last night, but you definitely didn’t cause this and I know you know that.”

“You’re too lovely.” He responded.

“I just won’t have you blame yourself for something you had no control over.”

Aaron nodded, “I’ll never not answer the phone again.”

“Okay.”

“But you have to promise to never block me as an emergency contact again. You hear me?” He said sternly.

“I do. It was kind of stupid of me.” You rolled your eyes thinking back now.

“Yeah it was.” Aaron gave you a small smirk, glad to hear you were okay enough to make a joke or two.

“I just didn’t want you to worry.”

“Honey. I’m going to worry whether or not you are actually okay.”

“When I told the nurse to not call you she asked whether you were a crazy ex of mine.” You chuckled.

“You’re an absolute menace.”

“A menace that’s going to need lots of kisses to nurse me back to health.”

“Oh yeah?”

“That’s what Dr Jack said.” You shrugged.

“I better get started then.”

[hearts4mica]

Darling never grow up

Imagine l Jon looking up to Batsis like an older sister and her reciprocating and Damian not liking sharing his sister.

Platonic! Jon Kent and batsis

Masterlist Part 2 Here!

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——————————————————————————— The first time Jon went to the Wayne Manor was after school. Alfred drove them home to “do a proyect” to hang out.

The first time Jon met you was in the kitchen where you were grabbing some ice cream.

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You felt someone watching you, so you turned around expecting that someone to be Damian cause that person was silent but when you turned around-

It was a small child well not that small- a short child around Damian’s age.

He looked at you. He had big blue eyes, he was staring directly into your soul. Just like those people with blue eyes do, he had a baby face.

You had never seen him in your whole life.

“Hello there uhm what is your name hun?” You ask curiously.

Was he another child Bruce adopted?

“Im Jon! Damian’s bff- ‘BFF’ means Best Friend Forever if case you didn’t know!” He said excitedly.

Wow. He was a really extroverted kid quite the opposite of Damian he reminded you somehow to Dick. Big blue eyes, extroverted- maybe being extroverted was a rule to have blue eyes?

In Jon’s side well he had never met you before. He didn’t even know that Damian had an older sister! He only knew his brothers.

You blink you didn’t know Damian had friends. Not in a mean way obviously but he always seemed so closed about this subject.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Jon. Are you perhaps looking for Damian?”

“Nope just looking for water!” He answered happily.

“Oh well let me help you then”.

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In that moment Jon decided that he was adopting you as his older sister.

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Some time after Jon flew home, you went into Damian’s room.

He was laying down on his bed reading some random book he probably stole from Jason.

“Soo?” you ask with a small smile on your face

“So what?” [name] be specific.” He says in a bored tone not taking his eyes off his book.

“You have a friend! Dami you listened to my advice! Im soo happy for you” you throw yourself onto his bed and hug him.

He sighs annoyedly and hugs you back. You knew he wasn’t annoyed tho. He loved you as much as you loved him

“It’s not a big deal-“ “Yes it is Dami! Now tell me everything!”

“You’re as annoying as Grayson when he found out”

“So everyone already knew but me?!- oh! my poor heart!”

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The next time Jon came over was for a sleepover.

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There was a knock on the door. You were the closest to the door so you went to open it.

There was Jon wearing his superman pajamas holding a small plushie and a blanket, you let him into the Manor and welcome him.

You tell him that Damian is currently showering so he decides to hang out with you in the meantime.

“So how’s school Jon?”

“It’s really good! And everyone is nice and teachers teach well and- lunch is well eateable i guess” he starts rambling but you don’t mind he somehow reminds you of your brothers

“Im glad you like school” “Yeah me too!”

“Jon what are you doing here?” Damian walks into the room wearing his themed pajamas Dick bought for him.

“Oh im just hanging out with [name]! Telling her sbout school and teachers and food and work an-“

“yeah okay we get it Jon let’s go we have things to do” Damian grabs Jon’s hand and drags him to his room

“Bye [name]!” He frantically waves his hand goodbye.

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“Your sister is really nice Damian! I really like her!”

“Mhm”

“Why didn’t you tell me like ever you had a sister! We could share sisters?!- i mean i don’t have one but yeah why don’t you share?”

“Share? What?- No.”

“No what?”

“I am not sharing my sister Jon.”

“Why not?!” Jon pouts

“She is my sister get one yourself!”

“Sharing is caring!”

“I don’t care for you”.

“So not true! We are BFF’s”

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The next time he comes over to the Wayne Manor he brings you a small gift

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“Hello [name]! I made this for you!” He gives you a small bracelet that said ‘Sis KW’.

“What does Sis KW mean Jon?”

“It mean Sister Kent Wayne!”

“Oh?- That’s really cute Jon! Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes i did” he says seeming really proud of his creation.

“Sister Kent Wayne?!” Damian grabs the bracelet “Jon! she is my sister! Not yours you idiot!

“Damian don’t be rude! I already have 4 brothers 1 more wouldn’t make a big difference!.” Grabs the bracelet back. “Its a nice gesture. Thank you Jon i’ll definitely wear it.”

Jon smiles “Thanks [name] you’re the best!.”

“Jon . A word.”

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“You can’t give my sister a bracelet! And even less one that says Sister Kent Wayne! And you dare to put the W of Wayne on the second place! After Kent?!”

“Why not? It’s not like it says [name] Kent! I added Wayne there!”

“Because she is not your sister!”

“Three words! IDC!”

“Those are letters!”

“IDC!”

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[chaoticwriting]

Streamer Danny

Everyone has a hobby or something they like to do. For Cass, that is watching Danny's stream. She doesn't know why but Danny's voices are very soothing and pleasant to hear. And it's not even just her that thought that. Every single one of Danny's fans say the same thing.

It is also a plus that Danny always talks using simple English. It makes it easier for her to learn how to speak and even read. Her favorite streams are the streams where Danny just sits and chats with the viewers. Not to say she doesn't like the other contents but there is just something nice to hear him answer her questions about himself.

No. She totally doesn't have a crush on that guy Steph. He doesn't even know her. How can she have a crush on someone that she never met before.

One thing she takes notes is the concerning things Danny sometimes says online. Like how he is half dead. Or something about a creepy godfather or something. Cass tries to look into him more with Tim's help (No Tim. She doesn't have a crush on this guy. And it's not creepy at all to stalk his personal information like this.) but finds practically nothing online about him except for his streaming channel and his hometown being somewhere in Illinois.

Danny also sometimes brings in guests to either interview or play video games with. There is Tucker, tech geek. He apparently is the one that sets up Danny's devices so that he can stream easily. Then there is Sam. His ex-girlfriend best friend. They talk about a lot of things mostly plants and ecosystems. There are also his sisters. Ellie is also a recurring guest. She often comes on stream and shares her travel experience and tips when traveling. Then there is Jazz who works as a psychiatrist at Arkham. And also is apparently working part-time for Red Hood.

Cass almost goes crazy when she hears that. She contemplates going to Jason to blackmail ask Jason to introduce Danny to her. Cass barely hesitates and the next thing anyone knows, Cass is inside Jason's apartment sitting on his couch nibbling on the freshly baked cookies Jason has on his counter.

Jason: *Walks out from his bedroom* Wtf! Where the hell did you come from?

Cass: *Stares*

Jason: Uggh. What the hell do you want?

Cass: Do you know Jazz?

Jason: *Tense* Why do you want to know?

Cass: Introduce me to her brother.

Jason: Danny? Why the hell do you wanna meet her?

Cass: A fan.

Jason: A fan? A fan of what? Wait. Danny did do the live streaming shit. Are you talking about that?

Cass: *Nods*

Jason: Whatever. Just don't fucking enter my house like that next time. I will call you to tell you when he is free.

Cass: *Smiles* Thank you.

Jason: Yeah yeah.

-Other place-

Danny: And that's it for today's stream people. I think I can stream again tomorrow but let's see if plans can keep up with change.

Chat: We want you to sing!

Danny: I will think about it in the next stream. Anyway see you later guys.

Chat: Bye!

Turning off the stream, Danny tiredly releases a sigh. Danny doesn't know why everyone wants him to sing. As far as Danny remembers, his voice has always been okay at best. He remembers getting mocked by Dash and his group when they participated in a choir when they were 10. Since then, Danny swears that he will never sing again.

What Danny likes though is dancing. Especially, ballet. He always likes the way the dancer expresses their emotions through body movements. The way they express anger, sadness, happiness and even love. When he becomes a ghost, he gets even better at reading those using ghost speak. Danny dreams of one day being able to dance in front of an audience of hundreds.

Opening a video platform website, Danny searches for a specific ballet group that he encounters. The group has a specific dancer that is amazing at expressing her emotions through dance.

Danny watches longingly hoping he could one day dance like that, or even dance with her. Suddenly a knock comes from his door.

Jazz: Hey, Danny. Can we talk?

Part 2

[gothamite-rambler]

Tim talking to his younger self

Tim traveled back in time and found his younger self, a new Robin. Seeing his younger self’s bright eyes, genuine smile, and living parents calmed Tim. He wasn’t angry or resentful, just calm. The younger Tim perked up at the sight of his older self.

Young Tim: Wow, you’re me! I didn’t think this would ever happen!

Adult Tim: It’s… happening.

Young Tim: You look so cool! We didn't get any taller?

Adult Tim (shaking his head): No, sorry.

Young Tim: That's okay in this case. We still look cool. We should probably not hug or shake hands, it might cause a time rift.

Adult Tim: That's what I've been thinking too. It's best to avoid any physical contact anyways, I don’t have long here. I have to hurry back to my time. Um, it was nice meeting... me.

Young Tim: That’s fine. I just have one question, my parents, will they ever be proud of me as Robin? Will Batman be proud of me? I don't want to disappoint any of them.

Adult Tim: I'll be honest when I tell you this... They’re going to be proud of you. They all love you and while this is going to sound cheesy, you'll always have a family that makes you feel... sane. I promise.

Young Tim: That’s all I needed to know. When you get back make sure to do something funny with Dick. Say it's from past Tim. I’d say “see ya around,” but I’ll be you. So… bye?

Adult Tim (smiling with a wave): Bye.

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Later, when Tim returned to his own time, he sighed contentedly after meeting himself. Dick walked over and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Dick: So, did you freak out seeing a baby-faced you?

Tim: Nah. I gave him some tips for life and told him something he needed to know.

Jason (teasing): That you wuv us?

Tim (lying): No! I told him to invest in Apple when he gets older.

Jason (eavesdropping while reading): You fool. You should’ve told him to invest in a couple of ETFs. That advice probably went over his head. Because you're both idiots.

Dick: Jason, read the Iliad silently if you don't have anything nice to say.

Tim (shrugging): He's fine. I’m glad I was nice to myself. And Dick, I love you.

Dick: Aww, I love you too.

Tim: Nut check.

Tim punched his older brother right in the groin, causing the ironically named Dick to whimper in pain and hunch forward. He groaned, but it earned a laugh from Jason.

Tim: That's from past Tim.

Jason: That’s family, right there. Always gotta hurt you to show they love you.

Dick silently agreed as he staggered over, knocking Jason out of his chair and flicking Tim on the forehead before pulling him into a hug.

Dick: You guys are assholes!

Tim: That’s just another way of saying we’re brothers. I love it.

[frudoo]

i'm so inlove with your elementary school au!!! i think of substitute teacher!reader coming to school for the first time looking all out of sorts and having to go to the nurse's office because "she fell" on her way to work and Simon just narrowing his eyes at that bruise :(

You and me both anon. You and me both.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/one reference to murder but nothing dramatic. A little bit of blood and mentions of labor.

The school is larger than you expected, with multiple wings and connected buildings. It would be overwhelming if your heavily-pregnant predecessor wasn’t waiting for you outside of the lobby. You wave at her shyly and she beckons you over with a wide smile. It falters slightly when she sees you up close, a nasty scratch cutting across your cheekbone.

     “Bit of a fall, love?” Mrs. Matthews asks gently.

     “Just clumsy,” you shrug, quickly trying to take the focus off of yourself. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person!”

     “Ah, you as well! Let me show you around before the children get here,” the woman beams, motioning for you to follow her inside. 

     The interior looks exactly like what you’d expect from an elementary school. There are dozens of posters displaying inspirational quotes and laminated graphics of crayons, pencils, and notebooks adorning the walls. It’s charming, playful and innocent—just the type of environment you crave surrounding yourself with. An escape from the hell you reside in every day of your life. 

     Despite the size of the school, it’s fairly easy to get around. Mrs. Matthews proves to be a great tour guide even though she has to take a few breaks to catch her breath between waddles through the hallways. 

     “That’s pretty much it, darling! The other teachers aren’t here yet, but they should be soon enough. Do you have any questions?”

     “No, ma’am,” you smile politely.

     “Wonderful! Principal Price’s office is right down- oh, love, you’re bleeding,” she winces, pointing at the cut on your cheek. 

     “I’m seriously fine-”

     “Nonsense; follow me to the nurse’s office. Simon’ll get you all fixed up,” Mrs. Matthews insists, placing her hand on her lower back and shuffling intently in the other direction, stubbornly ignoring your protests.

     “He’s a big man, but I promise you, he’s a sweetheart. You’ll be in good hands,” she hums, knocking on the nurse’s door. “Now, I’m pretty sure I’m in labor, so I’m gonna call my husband to come pick me up. Ah, Simon! This is the new substitute. O-oh my! Yes, okay, the baby is coming, bye-bye now!”

     As quickly as she can in her state, Mrs. Matthews rushes back outside the lobby, cell phone pressed against her ear as she explains the situation to her husband. You stare back at her open-mouthed, your shocked trance only broken by the sound of the nurse chuckling with amusement from behind you. 

     “We thought ‘er pregnancy would slow ‘er down,” he grins, shaking his head fondly. “She was supposed t’be on bed res’ a week ago. Bird stresses ‘er poor ‘usband out.”

     “I can imagine,” you giggle, turning around to face him.

     Mrs. Matthews was right—this dude is enormous. You have to tilt your head up just to look him in the eyes. Fleetingly, you allow yourself to recognize that he is a very handsome man.

     “Simon,” he introduces himself, shaking your hand gently. 

     He glances down at the ring on your finger and bites the inside of his cheek as you tell him your own name. It’s just then that he notices—or decides to address—the wound on your cheek. 

     “Wha’ ‘appened?” Asks Simon, ushering you into his office with a careful hand on your upper back.

     “Oh, I took a little tumble on the way here,�� you tilt your head in a convincing gesture, praying he doesn’t ask any more questions as you sit on his couch. “Just clumsy.”

     “Righ’. Clumsy,” he repeats slowly, but as he kneels before you with an alcohol wipe and a butterfly bandage, he doesn’t bother to hide the suspicion in his narrowed eyes. “This migh’ sting a bit, lovie.”

     You sit perfectly still for him, fighting back every urge you have to wince when his hands near your face. The last thing you need is for an outsider to be let in on your little situation. God knows your bastard of a husband would drag your ass to another city or, mercifully, put you six feet underground. A little pained gasp leaves you as Simon swipes the alcohol wipe over the cut, and he murmurs out an apology in response. His fingers nimbly place the bandage on your cheekbone, making sure the wound stays closed.

     “All set,” he grins shortly, taking off his gloves and holding out his hand to help you up. 

     “Thank you, Simon,” you breathe, adjusting your cardigan with the hand he doesn’t have in his grasp—as a matter of fact, he won’t let go. “Wha-?”

     “Why are ya wearin’ a sweater in the summer?” He asks bluntly. 

     “I-I thought it might get cold during school hours, I just wanted to be prepared-”

     “Sweet’eart,” he warns in a soft tone, squeezing your hand encouragingly. “M’no’ the fool ya may think I am. Y’can tell me the truth.”

     You fight back tears, refusing to make eye contact. 

     “Can you just guide me to Principal Price’s office?”

     Simon stares down at you for a moment before letting out a slow sigh, nodding. 

     “Yeah, lovie. Follow me.”

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Hello! I've discovered your blog and I must say, I've fallen in love with your writing style! I literally spent all night reading all your Saja Boy drabbles, HE'S, scenarios, etc! And I want to request one.

Reader is dating the Saja Boys, but they haven't gone public so that Reader didn't get harassed online by stans and fans alike. But when some girl gets just a little too close to their man, Reader gets a little jealous *ahem* possessive.

Also, if its not taken yet, I'd like to claim 💋 as my Anon emoji please! And I'd also like a Buisness Class Airline ticket!

The Boy Is Mine—

2.4k words; Saja Boys x Reader

Masterlist | Requests paused!

Honestly? You would deal with the stan hate if it meant you could beat the fans off your boyfriend with a stick (metamorphically (probably)).

A/N: First of all . . . WELCOME kiss anon!! HI thank you so much for requesting. And I'm so sorry it took me this long to fill out your request. I was struggling a little bit with it and then I kept getting more and more so I took a break from yours to fill out Radio Silence and that took a while and—okay now I'm back. Still, I hope you enjoy.

Jinu—

You liked to think you were a forgiving person, sharing your boyfriend with the world and everything. At first, it was funny to know all the people that wanted him, and gratifying to know that you’re the only one that had him.

Then came the people that liked to push the envelope. Then it wasn’t so funny anymore.

As Jinu’s partner, you always had an invitation to their shows. Of course you did, why wouldn’t you? Always in the front, always able to watch him shine. And boy did you love it; you swear that every time he hypnotized the crowd, he was entrancing you again, too.

Well, this show in particular had a backstage event for some fans, and you watched from the wings after the show as a few fans swarmed about. It was amusing to watch them fawn and coo over the Sajas—well.

At least until one approached Jinu in a certain way.

“Jinu! hello,” she beamed, her fingers already playing in her hair. “You’re so much prettier in real life.”

Okay, not the strangest thing you’ve heard a fan say to him.

“Thank you,” he played his part; you smirked, knowing that the fans would never know how much of a dork he really was. “Do you want a picture?”

“Yes, please!” She posed with him, and Jinu smiled for the camera. Except he cringed a little because her arm wrapped around his waist. And not in the ‘light’ way.

You blinked, unsure if you were seeing this properly. Who did this girl think she was??

Still, Jinu braved through the photo, going to pull away; she let go. Though, she also leaned in, looking up at him like he was emitting sparkles and sunshine.

Jinu’s smile got a little tighter. Your eyes narrowed as she spoke quieter, and you were a bit too far away to hear the conversation. Still, she began to stand up a bit more, and Jinu took a step back.

He looked like he was ready to escape.

Okay. Time to intervene.

“Jinuu, hey,” you slid up to him, your arm dangling over his shoulder. He glanced at you, unsure of what you were playing at, but grateful all the same. “You know, Baby was looking for you.”

He almost visibly deflated in relief, his own arm snaking around you. “Oh, he probably wants to talk about that new song.” Riiiight. “It was nice meeting you! Thank you for your continued support. Okay, bye—”

Jinu practically dragged you along. You snickered as he made a quick escape, not even glancing back at the (likely fuming) girl. “You’re welcome,” you grinned.

“Yeah, thank you. Except you’re going to have the entire pride after you,” he huffed.

“Worth it.”

Abby—

His whole shtick was literally his abs, you should have expected this to happen eventually.

The both of you had been in public (incognito mode), walking hand in hand for a while, just minding your business; as a couple might do. But you were reminded of something that caught your eye—you had to double-check that storefront. You had already started moving, and Abby instinctively came with you, but you stopped him.

“No, it’s okay. It’ll just be second.”

He frowned, but let you go, anyway; the warmth of your hand lingered in his palm. “Be careful.”

“It’s a few yards away max,” you brushed off.

“That doesn’t mean I want you to be any less safe??”

You threw him a smile over your shoulder, waving as you approached the glass display.

Your eyes scanned it for a moment, looking at all the different items. Not what you were looking for, despite your hope. You popped into the store quickly just to make sure, and you were right; it wasn’t there. That was fine, you could just get it online.

As you walked back out, though, something else grabbed your attention. This random girl, talking to Abby. Obviously, you could live with that. You watched from a distance, letting the fan have her moment like they always got to, but you immediately zoned in when you noticed her getting a little too close.

Brushing his arm, laughing too close, that way she leaned in to ‘hear him talk’. You could just see it on her face. And you couldn’t even be mad, because Abby was fine and it wasn’t common knowledge that he was in a relationship with someone. With you.

But that didn’t make you hate it any less.

Especially when she had the audacity to reach for his abs.

Before anyone knew it, arms were curling around Abby’s waist, your hands conveniently placed against his abdomen. Your head rested against his shoulder blade in that way you knew always made him melt. “I’m back, lovely.”

You didn’t have to see him to hear the grin in his voice. “Hey. Did you find what you were looking for?”

“No, but that’s okay,” you tilted your head, meeting eyes with that girl. 

The look in her eyes was nasty. It brought you great content. “Hey, you must be a fan, right?”

“Yes, but I was just finished, actually,” she casted a fake smile to the pair of you, and you could see the faintest eyeroll as she turned to walk away. “Nice to meet you, Abby.”

And she strutted away. Abby chuckled, pulling you back around to see him. “Don’t tell me you were jealous?”

You only shrugged. “‘Jealous’ implies she has something that I don’t. It’s the other way around, really; I prefer the term ‘territorial’?”

“Sure, that’s better,” he began pulling you along again, not letting go of your hand. “I wonder how many rumors just started.”

“Plenty, hopefully. I need them to know they can’t be on you like they used to.”

Mystery—

Honestly, Mystery was itching for an opportunity to not hide you.

Because no matter what it was, Mystery did not care about people’s opinions. Not when it came to his behavior, his nature, not even you. The only reason you were hiding it in the first place was because you didn’t want to be outed too soon.

Now, here you were, in public, holding hands. It was obviously Mystery—his hair is periwinkle? Lavender? And he just has a certain style about him that can’t be robbed. Anyway, it’s clear he’s with someone, and some girl came up anyway.

No biggie. They usually just asked for a photo and / or an autograph, or something. 

Not this one.

She immediately reached for Mystery’s face, going to brush his hair out of his face. You couldn’t even help it. Before you knew it, your hand had shot out to grab her wrist. “Huh?”

Seeing his face was your thing. You intended on keeping it that way.

“I know I didn’t just see you reach for his face, girl,” you sighed, the disappointment evident in your voice. It was clear she literally hadn’t noticed you, her gaze trailing up and down your form. Landing on your entwined hands. It was then that realization struck her.

“Please,” she murmured, “please, no.”

You had to swallow a surprised noise, not expecting the reaction. You dropped her wrist. “I’m . . . sorry for your loss??”

You gently pulled Mystery away, glancing back as the girl let out a choked cry. Damn. That’s tough.

She dropped to her knees on the middle of the sidewalk.

“Yikes . . .” you winced, feeling the slightest sympathy. It was that bad that she fell to the ground?? “That's kind of crazy.”

Mystery only followed, glancing back at the girl. “. . . Does this mean I don’t have to hide you anymore??”

“Is that all you took from that?”

“Well, you didn’t deny the accusation.”

You let him have his antics; he didn’t have to look at you to know you found him amusing. Still, he pulled you closer.

Romance—

One moment. You left for one moment to go to the bathroom, and now some girl was giving him goo-goo eyes. The funny thing? She was leaving the bathroom when you entered it. You smiled at each other.

Traitor.

At first, you just observed. You know, nine times out of ten it’s just a fan, and fans could be crazy, but he was used to handling that. You let her have her five seconds with him.

The illusion that they have a chance, etcetera. It was part of his brand, being ‘Romance’ and all.

But you didn’t like the way she was looking at him.

There was just something about the way she smiled, the way you noticed her eyes flicking over his face, the way she played with her hair, her little giggle that gave you the urge to check her. 

Romance’s eyes widened when he felt lips brush his cheek, a nice, sticky mark the shape of your mouth lingering on the skin there. You laughed, wrapping your arm around him.

“Hi! You’ve been busy,” you smiled at the girl, only getting more smug as her jaw dropped. Romance immediately caught on to your behavior and shook his head. You were jealous? How amusing.

“Yes, we were just talking about our last show,” he explained, his hand sneaking around your waist. Well, if you weren’t going to have any shame . . . “She caught some of the merch that was thrown by barricade.”

“Oh, maybe we saw each other,” you beamed. The woman only blinked.

“Um . . . yeah,” she nodded, in utter disbelief of the scenario she’d found herself in. She stared for a moment unsure of how to continue. “Right, it was nice to meet you, Romance.”

And with that, she had turned to leave.

“Wait, you don’t want a picture—?” He called out after her, but she wasn’t listening. Instead, she whipped out her phone, typing furiously at the digital keyboard to who knows what on whatever platform.

Romance let out a huff of a laugh, looking down at you through the corner of his eyes. “I never thought you could be catty.”

“Catty? I have no idea what you’re referring to,” you feigned innocence, continuing on your walk together with a satisfied pep in your step. Mission accomplished.

“You know all the fans are going to be after you, right?”

“I can afford to pay the piper this time.”

Baby—

You were out with Baby. Doing what? Getting food of course!

. . .

You don’t just sit and eat food all the time, you swear. But when people are hungry, they’re hungry. And why not enjoy something you need to live, right? So the pair of you were out and about, scouting for something to eat (hey that rhymed a little).

“We should get something . . . spicy,” Baby contemplated, his finger tapping against his chin. You gave him a concerned look. 

“All you do is eat spicy stuff. The bad kind. You’re going to burn a hole in your stomach lining or something.”

“That’s the goal.”

You flicked his shoulder, and Baby only snickered. The both of you approached a little street food section of the street, your mouth watering just slightly as your eyes locked on a specific stall, and you immediately started beelining towards it.

“Are you kidding? That’s not spicy at all!”

“I want to be able to taste my food, Baby,” you laughed, turning to face him for just a second. Just so he could see your grin, just so he could roll his eyes and smile back. “You go get what you want, and I’ll meet you back here at . . . that table,” you pointed.

He shrugged, drifting off to go find some food.

Fifteen minutes later, you were waiting impatiently at the table. Was fifteen minutes a long or short time? It depends on the food, but you’d think that because of the area it’d be quick. You wanted to eat before it got cold, and you needed to take a picture of your combined spread.

You know, like you always did.

It wasn’t long before you saw your boyfriend walking towards the aforementioned table, looking vaguely annoyed with that trained Saja expression on his face. Just as you were wondering what could have pissed him off, you noticed the girl in tow.

She was a pretty girl, and she seemed way too happy. You could tell it was a fan—the lovesick kind.

Great. You just wanted to eat.

Baby didn’t even bother to set his food down, knowing you were probably going to have to go after being spotted, anyway. The fan was practically radiating sunshines and flowers in his presence. You shot him a questioning look, and his only response was to give you that practiced, cutesy maknae smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. The fan finally noticed you.

“Excuse me,” you said to the girl, trying to be as nice as possible despite your own slight exasperation. “Do you mind if you leave us alone? We’re just trying to eat.”

Baby couldn’t exactly say that—not in the way he wanted to. So you had to do it for him. In about five seconds, you watched several expressions cross over her face; surprise, shock, realization??

Of course, as all fans do, she made assumptions. And in this case, her assumptions were correct. Even so, your request didn’t have the desired effect. Instead, the girl looked you up and down, then between you and Baby . . .

And blushed??

“Um, sorry,” she looked away, her gaze occasionally flickering back to you. Not Baby. You. “I just wanted a picture—”

“Did you want me to take it for you?” You offered, raising a brow. Usually the interaction would be over faster that way. She shook her head fervently, pulling out her phone to snap it selfie style.

“Could you come, too?”

You looked at Baby, Baby looked at you. The same perplexed look on your face. The fan backtracked. “Okay, not to be creepy or anything—! Can I just . . . you’re pretty, okay.”

The woman flustered a little more as you let out a little laugh, standing on her other side so she could take a picture. Her face was clearly a bit red, but she took the picture anyway and then shot off in some direction. “Bye, enjoy your food!”

Of all things, you . . . weren’t expecting that.

“. . . I guess you have your own fan,” Baby teased.

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A/N: Honestly?? I was struggling with this a few days ago, but it didn't come out so bad! I hope you enjoyed 💋 anon, and I hope to see you soon <33 Sorry again that it took so long!

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Between the Lines of Control

Author's note: This has been in my draft for the longest time. Those whiteproofs do something to me ISTG. AND HIS WAIST??? IM ON THE FLOOR. Please do note that this is taking place in 2024. I do welcome feedback or any thoughts! Enjoy~ Bye-um~ Description: You’ve been wound tight for weeks—snapping at your team, barely holding it together. The last thing you need is him. Max Verstappen. Your friend. Your ex. The one man you swore was off-limits. But he heard what your assistant said. And now he’s here—to help you relax. And when he gets his hands on you? He’s not letting go until you’ve come undone—again, and again, and again. Warnings: Smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving & m receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, face sitting, dirty talk, teasing, praise & light degradation, Max being cocky and in control, possessive tension, unresolved feelings, ex-lovers to friends to lovers? again, emotional release through sex, smut with plot, mild voyeuristic undertone (he overhears her), reader discretion advised—consume responsibly. Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence

"You've been frustrated for these past few weeks and you need to release it!" Kathleen, my assistant, exclaims as she slams her folder onto the table.

"Well, how nice of you to finally join us," I replied without looking at her, continuing to scroll through the data on my screen.

"You see! This is what I'm talking about! You being a mean, sarcastic bitch to everyone!"

Now I looked up at her, raising my eyebrow. "What are you on about now, Kat?"

I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

"You have been tightly wound up for weeks. You go off on someone for the tiniest thing and almost bite their heads off!"

I scoffed. "Well, if everyone did their jobs right, I wouldn’t have to bite anyone’s head off, now would I? I’m just doing my job as per usual."

She crossed her arms. "That’s the issue, Y/N. You’re not behaving as usual. Yes, you’re usually a bitch—but the good, understandable kind who wants things to run smoothly. But now you’re just mean and rude regardless. You made someone cry with just your stare the other day! Even Sam agrees."

She gestured toward Samantha, my other assistant, who was sprawled on the sofa with a tablet in hand. Sam looked up and simply nodded. That settled it. If Sam agreed, I had no case to argue. Out of the three of us, she’s the calm and rational one.

I sighed again and slumped in my seat, turning back to Kat. "I guess you’re right. I’ll go to a spa or something during the break before Canada’s race week. I promise to take a break and relax, alright?"

"Yeah, good! Do that and also make sure you get laid!"

"WHAT?!" I yelled in disbelief as Sam rushed to shut the door.

"Like I said, you’re too tightly wound. You need to have sex to unwind."

"I can’t believe you just said that to me!"

"Okay, let me ask you something. When was the last time you got laid?"

To prove her wrong, I decided to answer. "Not that it matters, but it was before Derek and I broke up."

She paused. "So about six months ago? Oh my god, no wonder you’re like this! Sam, we need to find her a man to get her laid ASAP!"

"Excuse me! But I’m right here! I don’t need to get laid. Besides, I’m too busy to even go out and meet someone."

Kat just looked at me like I was dumb. "We’re currently at Monaco’s F1 track. Look around us! You’ve got your pick of crew or drivers."

I stood up angrily. "I am not sleeping with any of my drivers just because you think I’m frustrated!"

But that went right past her head.

She tilted her head. "I know you’ll probably kill me, but maybe you can ask Max? I mean, I know y’all have history together, but I think he’d be the right one to help you out. You’re very close to him."

"Stop! I’ve heard enough!" I said, furious and shaking. "You crossed the line with Max, Kathleen."

I had to get out. I needed air.

"Y/N," Sam said gently. "Kat may have said it the wrong way, but we’re worried about you. You can’t keep going like this or you’ll burn out. Please, just think about it."

I walked out.

We used to date a long time ago. Max and I.

It started fast and ended quietly. We drifted apart but somehow managed to remain friends. Over time, that friendship turned into something deeper. Comfortable. Familiar.

Now, we’re very close friends. That’s how it’s been for the past four years. And I don’t wish to change that.

A call from Sam interrupted my thoughts. "Hey Y/N, umm where are you? There’s only 40 minutes to the Quali. We’re already at the monitoring suite."

What?

I glanced down at my watch and realized I’d been sitting out here for an hour. "Shit. Okay, I’m coming now."

I rushed back. Kat and Sam were already there, thankfully with my stuff.

"Y/N, I want to apologize for earlier," Kat whispered as I entered. "I was just worried. I hope you can forgive me."

I sighed. I could never stay mad at either of them for long. I hugged her and whispered back, "Try that again and I’ll feed your heart to the dogs."

She gasped in mock horror as I turned to the rest of the staff. "Is everything set up? Can we head down to the garages?"

Nods all around.

After checking in with Checo, we made our way to Max’s garage. I stopped.

Max was standing there in his white fireproofs. The fabric clung to his toned body like a second skin, highlighting every dip and curve of muscle. The sleeves were tied around his waist, revealing a slim, defined torso.

The urge to touch him was sudden and overwhelming.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Yup," I lied. "Thought I forgot something."

Max turned and smiled. I smiled back and walked up to him.

"All okay, Max? Ready to drive?"

"Me? I’m always ready to drive," he grinned.

I laughed and shook my head. "Alright then. Talk to me about your data."

We ran through the numbers. As he zipped up his suit, I got lost in the motion, in the way his hands moved. I couldn’t stop staring.

"Hey Y/N, you okay? You seem distracted."

"Huh? Yeah, sorry. Lot on my mind. What were you saying?"

He smirked. "We should catch up during the break."

Something in his tone—something about the glint in his eyes—made me think he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Sure. Let’s do that. I’ll see you later."

As I left, Kat was grinning at me. I flipped her off.

After Qualifying, I went to deliver the data to my boss. The drivers were walking back toward the suites.

That’s when I saw him.

Max had unzipped the top of his suit, letting it hang low on his hips. He lifted his fireproof shirt to wipe his face, revealing his slim, pale waist.

A sudden urge to touch his waist and wrap my arms around it overcame me. A sudden need clenched between my thighs.

I needed him so badly it hurt.

I ran. Straight to my private paddock suite.

I slammed the door shut behind me and collapsed onto the sofa bed, heart pounding.

I couldn’t stop thinking of him—his waist, his smirk, the way he looked at me.

My hand slipped under my sweater, unhooking my bra. The other slid into my skirt, fingers brushing over my soaked panties.

I closed my eyes, biting back a moan as I pressed against my clit.

The soft click of the door locking sent a shiver down my spine.

My head snapped up.

“Max?” I breathed, frozen halfway—my hand still hidden beneath my skirt, the other pulling at my sweater.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just tilted his head slightly, letting the door close fully behind him. That trademark smirk curled over his lips. Dangerous. Knowing. Possessive.

“Don’t stop now, schat” he said, voice low and purring like a predator who had just found his prey. “Continue for me, Y/N.”

My lips parted, a small breath hitching in my throat. I should’ve said something—should’ve told him to leave, but my body refused to move. The heat pooling between my legs only intensified under his gaze.

“Y-you heard me?” I asked, flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

His gaze dropped for a split second to my skirt, then back up to my eyes. “I heard everything. Your assistant said you couldn’t stop thinking about me. That you were desperate.” He stalked closer. “I had to see it for myself.”

He stopped just in front of me. I was still sitting on the edge of the sofa bed, breathless, panties damp, my fingers trembling against the soft cotton of my skirt. He crouched down to my level, hands resting on his knees as he looked up at me through thick lashes.

“Let me see,” he said, voice husky.

I swallowed hard. Then slowly, I shifted back, spreading my legs slightly, baring the soaked strip of black lace beneath my skirt. His eyes darkened instantly.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “All that for me?”

I nodded, biting my lip.

Without asking, he reached forward and slid a single finger along the damp fabric, teasing the length of my slit through the lace. I gasped, hips arching toward his hand.

“You were already touching yourself when I came in,” he murmured, slipping his finger under the edge of the panties, now brushing directly against my soaked folds. “So wet… all for me. Naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

I whimpered as he found my clit and circled it slowly, deliberately.

Then he leaned in, lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “You wanted this. Let me give you what you need.”

Before I could answer, he was already pushing me gently down onto the sofa bed, sliding my panties to the side fully. The sound of my skirt rustling up over my hips filled the room, followed by the wet sound of his fingers spreading me open.

“Keep your eyes on me, Y/N,” he ordered, voice low. “I want to see your face when I make you fall apart.”

Then he dipped down between my thighs, and the first flick of his tongue against my clit made my back arch off the bed. It was slow, deliberate—devastating.

“Max—oh my god,” I gasped, gripping the sheets, legs already trembling.

He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my core. His hands slid under my thighs, pulling me closer to his mouth as his tongue worked in long, relentless strokes, punctuated by soft sucks and tight circles that made me cry out.

I was already close—too close. But when he pushed two fingers inside me while keeping his mouth latched onto my clit, it was over. The orgasm slammed into me like a wave, hips jerking up as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop—just worked me through it until I was breathless and boneless beneath him.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth glistened with me. He wiped it with the back of his hand and then leaned over, kissing me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“That was just the start,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

He stood, pulling the rest of his suit off and letting it fall in a heap. My eyes roamed over him, from the defined lines of his abs to the hardened length of his cock standing proudly between his thighs. My mouth watered.

Max caught me staring and smirked again. “On your knees, Y/N.”

I slid down to the floor obediently, knees brushing against the soft carpet. His hand cradled my cheek as I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock before licking a slow stripe along the underside.

“Fuck…” he growled, head falling back slightly.

I wrapped my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks as I took him in deeper. His fingers threaded into my hair, gently but firmly guiding my pace.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, thrusting slowly into my mouth. “Your mouth was made for this.”

I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, but he didn’t stop—only pulled back slightly and pushed back in. “You can take it,” he whispered. “Just a little more.”

I gave him everything. I wanted to wreck him, just like he was wrecking me.

When he pulled out with a wet pop, I looked up at him, lips swollen and breath ragged.

“Bed,” he ordered, grabbing a condom from his wallet as if he’d come prepared.

I got on the sofa bed, lying back and spreading my legs as he joined me. He rolled the condom on and then hovered over me, eyes locked on mine.

“Last chance,” he whispered. “If we do this, everything changes.”

I reached up, pulling him down by the neck. “Then let it change.”

He entered me in one smooth, hard thrust, stealing the air from my lungs. My legs wrapped around his waist as he began to move, each stroke deep and perfect.

“God, Max—”

“You feel better now?” he panted into my neck. “This what you needed?”

“Yes… yes, fuck yes,” I cried out.

He fucked me like a man starved—like he’d been thinking about this for years. Maybe he had. Maybe we both had.

Every thrust, every kiss, every whisper against my skin chipped away at the walls I’d built around him. Around us.

And when we came together, the tension that had been strangling me for weeks finally snapped, leaving only bliss and the warmth of his body wrapped around mine.

But it still wasn’t enough.

My body ached in the best way, pulsing and tender—but beneath the aftershocks was a new, desperate craving. I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I shifted beneath him, pressing my hands to his chest. “Max…” I whispered, breath still shaking.

He hummed, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide. “What is it, schat?”

I rolled us over, straddling him slowly, my thighs still trembling as I settled on top. “I need more.”

His hands gripped my hips instantly, eyes dragging over my body like he was seeing me for the first time all over again.

“You sure?” he asked, voice dark. “You’re already dripping and ruined.”

I leaned down, lips ghosting over his ear. “Then ruin me more,” I whispered. “Fuck me again, Max. Fuck me raw.”

The growl that tore from his throat was pure hunger. His hands tightened on my hips, and I felt him throb beneath me—still hard, still ready.

I rose up, guiding him back inside me without hesitation, and gasped as I sank down, the stretch making my eyes roll back. He was deeper like this, and I wanted all of it.

Max’s hands roamed, gripping my waist, sliding up to my ribs, then down to cup my ass as I rode him with slow, deliberate rhythm. Every grind dragged a moan from both of us, my body still trembling but hungry for more.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he groaned, eyes locked on where we were joined. “So needy… so desperate to be filled.”

“You make me like this,” I panted, leaning over him, my forehead pressing to his. “You… it’s always you.”

His hands shot up to my waist and suddenly he was thrusting up into me, meeting my movements, snapping his hips so hard and fast it knocked the breath from my lungs. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked me from underneath—deep, raw, relentless.

“Say it again,” he growled.

“It’s always you,” I gasped. “Only you.”

We lost ourselves in it—flesh against flesh, sweat-slicked and desperate. I rode him harder, chasing that final release, and when it hit—when we both shattered together again, bodies colliding and spasming with pleasure—it felt like everything else faded away.

All the walls. All the rules. All the pretending.

Gone.

I collapsed onto his chest, boneless and dazed, his arms coming around me instantly—tight and protective.

The tension that had been strangling me for weeks finally snapped, leaving only bliss and the warmth of his body wrapped around mine.

We lay in silence for a while, the weight of everything hanging between us.

“Kat’s going to be unbearable after this,” I muttered against his chest.

Max chuckled, brushing a kiss into my hair. “Maybe. But she was right, wasn’t she?”

I sighed. “Yeah. She was.”

He pulled me tighter, voice soft now. “So what now?”

I looked up at him. “Now… we stop pretending this is just friendship.”

[tom-whore-dleston]

Lot of Funny Business

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds x f. reader

Word Count: 2.4k

This fic includes: sorta spoilers from Thunderbolts*, smut (barely plot), Bob is a dom, heavy making out, dry humping, spanking, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, doggystyle, missionary, pussy slapping, cum tasting, interrupted orgasm, cunnilingus (from the back 🤭), couch sex, cum swallowing

Summary: You and Bob show the Thunderbolts that you can be trusted to hold down the Tower together without supervision.

Notes: Request no. 1 of Build-a-Bob Workshop complete 🤗Thank you @taivantaylor for the request! In the process of working on the other requests I’ve been sent so far, but don’t worry babes, I see every single one and I’m so very excited to write them 🥰😘

request:  Choose Me : Bob x fem!reader Hear Me: 15 minutes- sabrina carpenter Stuff Me: smut Dress me: Shoes - unresolved sexual tension Accessories - “youre wearing way too many clothes for what i have in mind” orrr “i had a very nice dream that started like this”

“Now, we’ll only be gone for 15 minutes. Don’t destroy the place, please,” Bucky called from the elevator door. Ava, Yelena, John, and Alexei had already huddled into the lift while Bucky held it open. They were on their way to a briefing with Valentina and Mel, which you and Bob both knew would take way longer than 15 minutes. It took Bucky the same amount of time for him to go over the rules you and Bob had to follow while they were gone.

“Don’t worry, we won’t!” You shouted after Bucky, eyes still focusing on your Nintendo Switch. Your legs were sprawled over Bob’s lap as he pretended to busy himself with a book he took from Bucky’s bookshelf. His face looked unbothered and blank to the team, but the side eye he gave you along with the quirk of his lip basically told you he’d rather destroy something else.

“Bye, be good, okay, Bob?” The quiet man sitting with you on the couch turned towards the team, flashing them a jolly smile and a thumbs up. He turned back to the book as your teammates disappeared behind the elevator doors. 

As the elevator dinged, Bob tossed the book behind him, not caring where it landed and you dropped your gaming device on the arm of the couch. In an instant, you climbed onto Bob’s lap, desperately attaching your lips onto his while wrapping around him like a koala. Bob caressed your lower back as his soft lips danced in sync with yours. You squeezed your legs tighter around his hips, clothed groins rubbing together in a heated delight.

“God, I thought they would never shut up and leave,” you breathed against Bob’s mouth. 

He smirked into your kiss. “I know right? They act like we can’t behave ourselves.” His lips trailed to your jaw, grazing his teeth along your jawline. “They think we’re children or something.”

“Well, if they saw me on top of you like this, then of course they’ll think we can’t behave ourselves.” You giggled as his aftershave tickled your neck. “But, I don’t care. They can watch us all they want.” Bob stilled underneath you, a darkness stirring inside him. A lustful kind of darkness.

“Someone’s a bad girl today,” Bob noted with a husky voice. His crotch grew harder against your wet center. You bit your lip, seeing Bob’s baby blue eyes turn a stormy blue.

“First, you lay your legs on my lap, trying to act all sweet and innocent in front of the others. Then, you rub up on my dick with those sexy legs of yours. I bet you knew how hard you were making me. Wanted to see me come in my pants. Little tease, you.” A large hand whacked down on your ass, causing you to yelp and rub against Bob more. 

“Now, you tell me you want me to fuck the shit out of you in front of our friends, is that right, baby girl?” His voice was raspy and low in your ear. “Tell me you like being a bad girl for me.”

Your mind was fuzzy as his words and hot breath against your ear put you under a spell. “Yesss.”

Next thing you know, Bob cupped your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. Bob raised an eyebrow, a sinister smile painted on his face. One of the perks of teasing Bob’s brains out was seeing him unleash his dominant side. He was always careful and gentle with you, making sure to never go past your or his limits. Yet, with him, you weren’t entirely opposed to testing how far he could take you.

“Get on the floor, baby. Need you on your hands and knees.” You immediately followed his orders. Without leaving his spot from the couch, Bob wasted no time in spanking you three times painfully close to your pulsing cunt. He continued, “Now let’s try that again, baby girl. Tell me you like being a bad girl for me.”

“Yes, Bob, I love being a bad girl for you!” Your delicate whimpers were music to Bob’s ears, yet he craved more.

“That’s my baby girl!” A finger traced up your slit, the soaked fabric pulling a wicked smirk from Bob. “You’re wearing too many clothes for what I had in mind.” With that, he swiftly yanked your shorts down, moaning upon the sight of your bare ass and dripping pussy.

Your voice yanked him out of his trance. “Better hurry up, Bob. The gang will be back any minute now-”

Smack!

“C’mon baby girl, you know they’re full of it! Any interaction with Val and Mel is gonna be at least an hour. I’m gonna take advantage of this alone time with my girl.” You almost missed the hint of romance in his words before he flipped that switch again. “Besides, if I remember correctly, you said something about not caring if they caught me worshipping you like the goddess you are.” Those words alone were enough to shut you up.

Bob ripped his shirt off, his abs glowing in the fluorescent light. Then, he pulled you flat against his chest, gripping one of your boobs while the other hand flew straight to your clit. He muttered a ‘fuck this’ before tearing your shirt off you and returning his hands back to where they were.

“Love how these tits feel in my hands! Especially when I do this.” His fingertip flicked against your nipple as he simultaneously rubbed tight circles against your nub. You threw your head back against his shoulder as you moaned and squirmed for him.

“F-fuck, Bob! S-so fuckin good!” You whined pathetically as your boyfriend tormented you with his hands alone. All you could do was cling onto his meaty thighs to ground you from making a mess on the tile.

“I know, baby girl,” Bob cooed, lightly kissing your sweaty temple. “Bet you can’t wait for me to fill this pussy up, huh?” As he spoke, he playfully slapped your clit, causing your breath to hitch. 

“Jesus, Bob! Just fuck me already, please, baby, please!”

Bob chuckled, bringing his now drenched fingers to his mouth, savoring your juices on his tongue. He placed you back on your hands and knees, except this time, he pushed your upper body against the floor slowly. As you’re pressed against the hard cold floor, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband, dragging his pants down until his cock whipped out from behind the fabric. 

“You really are my bad little girl. But I can never say no to you.”

Without further exchange of words, Bob tapped his cock against your entrance before inserting the tip inside you. He heard you hiss from the sudden stretch, soothing you with quiet shushes and pets against your back.

“I know, baby, I gotchu. I’ll be gentle with you.” Bob slowly shoved himself further into you, listening to your pain turn to pleasure. Once he was halfway inside you, he started thrusting back and forth, clasping his large hands on your hips. You rested your cheek on the ground to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend fucking you from behind. He looked absolutely delicious with his mouth slightly open and pouting and his eyebrows knitted, causing creases in his forehead.

“Like seeing how good I fuck you? If only they could see how sexy you look for me.” Bob slammed into you over and over again until he bottomed out inside you. Feeling him fill you up entirely made you cry out, your breath fogging the glass floor. Your walls clenched around his length as if it were life support, causing him to curse loudly.

“God damn, baby! Keep gripping me like that and you’re gonna make me come.”

You backed up into his thrusts, rolling your hips in a circular motion. The moans Bob let out were straight out of a porn video, which egged you to increase your movements on him. You both got so lost in the sounds of your faltered breathing and slapping of skin that you both almost missed a phone call from Yelena. Stopping your motions, you both listened as an automated voice sounded from the intercom notifying you that Yelena was calling. 

“Answer call.” You groaned loudly, annoyed that your friend couldn’t let you have an orgasm without checking in on you. A holographic screen popped out from the middle of the living room, showing sound waves of Yelena’s voice from wherever she was.

“Hey, guys! How y’all doing?” The Russian spy asked, unaware of the situation you and Bob were in. While you spoke for you and Bob, your boyfriend took it upon himself to gingerly pull out of you, causing you to wince from the loss of contact. Luckily, he immediately replaced his cock with his tongue. You gasped, jolting forward, but Bob pulled you back against his face, pinning you in place as he licked the desire from your hole.

Yelena stopped whatever she was talking about with you. “Everything okay over there?” You were unable to conjure a coherent sentence as Bob lapped your pussy.

“Uh- Yeah. Just..playing Mario Kart with Bob.” You began to awkwardly laugh before it was cut off by a gasp. All thanks to Bob and his skillful tongue. “And it’s getting intense.” A faint ‘fuck’ escaped your lips as Bob sucked your clit, the tip of his nose brushing against your opening.

“Okay, now play nice you two!” Yelena responded, still not picking up on what was going on through the call. If only she knew how you and Bob were playing at that moment. “Sorry, it’s taking so long, but you know Val. All talk and no action. We’ll be back soon, though. Promise.”

Thankfully, Yelena ended the call before you could let out another whimper. Without warning, Bob scooped you up off the floor, tossing you onto the couch with ease. He couldn’t help but smirk at how drunk he got you from eating you out.

“Well, now that that’s over…” Bob pinned your hands above your head while lining up his cock at your entrance. “Where were we?” He flashed a quick smile before roughly thrusting into you until his balls were pressed against your ass. Your mouths fell open simultaneously, relishing the feeling of you both connected again. You pulled him close to you, sealing your lips against his as if he were an icy glass of water you craved in the middle of a scorching desert. Bob pounded into you as you tangled your fingers in his damp curls.

You separated your lips from his, praising him for good he made you feel while you stroked his scalp and pushed him further into you by wrapping your legs around him. His tip poked that spot deep inside you that always had you rolling your eyes and shaking like a leaf. Bob knew the effect this had on you, which motivated him to focus on that spot until you were screaming his name like a prayer. And he was more than focused. Determined even to send you to the edge.

“Yes, Bob, don’t stop, baby! Make me come, please! I’ll be good, I swear. Just wanna come so bad.” You were a blabbering mess and so so close to that sweet release. All Bob had to do was whisper filthy things in your ear while angling your hips up to penetrate you deeper.

“Come for me, baby girl! Fuck, wanna feel this dick get all wet and sloppy from you. Look so good taking me so deep like this. Bet you’ll be feeling me deep until I fuck you next.” Bob’s dirty talk paired with him holding you at an angle was the perfect mixture to get you falling down the pit of pleasure. He started chasing after his own release as you throbbed around him, coating his cock with your wetness. 

“Oh god, I’m gonna come! Open that mouth for me, baby.” You lazily opened your mouth for him as he pulled out again to hover over you, jerking himself off until spurts of cum dropped into your mouth. You slowly swallowed his load little by little as he panted for air with his thighs on either side of your head. Bob crashed onto the couch next to you, curling next to your warm, sticky body. 

“See? We were perfectly fine without supervision. Bucky and Yelena need to leave us alone in the Tower more often.” You kissed his nose while twirling a strand of Bob’s hair with your finger. 

Bob giggled, “I agree. We can be as loud as we want and no one can tell us to be quiet.”

“Let’s just hope we don’t get interrupted again.” You added. There was a moment of peaceful silence, aside from your heavy breathing and heart beats. Bob sat up, stretching his limbs before gathering your clothes together. He helped you off the couch and into your clothes before you did the same for him. You both shared a loving kiss before resuming to the couch with Bob spooning you. 

While you were cuddling, he watched you play Animal Crossing, mimicking the villagers’ gibberish and placing little pecks from your temple down to the crook of your neck. In the midst of your laughter, you heard the elevator door ding and your team members filed out the door. You and Bob attempted to fix your posture on the couch but they all looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Geez, you two, save that for the bedroom,” John remarked, shaking his head.

“Leave them alone, Walker.” Ava lectured. “At least their clothes are still on.” Bob curled his lips inward, fighting back a snort.

“Anyways, who’s hungry?” Alexei boomed out of nowhere. “I’ll cook for team tonight.”

“Starving!” You and Bob both said in unison. His eyes were on you instantly and you avoided his gaze as your cheeks grew warm.

Yelena smiled, “Mario Kart that intense?” You and Bob nodded together. 

“I won…a lot!” Bob lied, yet still implying that he did win something that only you would have known.

“Well, at least we know that you guys can be left alone without the Tower burning down,” Bucky commented before walking away with the others. You finally met Bob’s eyes and he gave you a knowing grin before you grinned back.

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[himasgod]

Hi!

How are you? I hope you're okay. Well, this is the first time I've asked you for something, so I hope I'm doing the right thing… Anyways.

How about a story where the only way to Yuu/reader's heart is through food, but not just any kind of food, but homemade food, not fast food, not restaurant food, just homemade food? Imagine the boys discovering, either through a casual conversation with the reader or through Grim, that the only way to your heart is through food, because, for you, food represents a form of love, one in which feelings and emotions come out transparently and sincerely.

This story could be for both dorms and overblot + kalim, just thinking about the food the boys will prepare makes me hungry.

I hope my request didn't bother you, and I apologize for any spelling errors. Have a nice day/afternoon/evening.

Bye!

OVERBLOTS + KALIM X READER

Where they find out that the way to your heart is through home-cooked food.

When he hears from Kalim—loudly—that the only way to your heart is through homemade food, Jamil nearly drops his spoon.

"What? Yuu likes homemade food? Like, emotionally likes it?? Like—falling in love likes it??"

He wants to scream. Because food is his thing. Cooking is his chore, his comfort, his language—but he’s never done it for love. Always for duty. Always because someone expected it.

Now, the idea that you’d cherish a meal he made with intention—just for you—makes his heart skip a beat and his stomach twist.

So he stays up late one night in the Scarabia kitchen, making a dish his father once made for his mother during festival season: stuffed vine leaves with lemon, turmeric rice, and sweet tahini-drizzled dates.

The moment he places it in front of you, he does not meet your eyes.

“This isn’t a big deal,” he mutters. “It’s just something I made. You can throw it out if it’s not your taste.”

But then you try it. And close your eyes. And smile.

“This tastes like someone missed me before I even left.”

Jamil stops.

You look up at him gently. “Did you make this with your heart?”

His voice is low. Raw. “…I don’t know how to make it any other way.”

Malleus doesn’t understand at first.

“You prefer homemade food… over grand feasts? Even over royal delicacies?”

You nod. “Because homemade food carries emotion. If someone makes something with love, you can feel it in the taste. It tells you you’re cared for.”

Malleus becomes quiet after that. Thoughtful.

That night, he visits Lilia.

“…May I ask you to teach me to cook something… simple?”

The next few nights are a saga. Things are burned. The Diasomnnia kitchen is almost destroyed. Sebek has a meltdown. But Malleus persists.

Eventually, he brings you a single, quiet offering: a small bowl of barley porridge sweetened with honey and fruits—a common fae breakfast.

“It was my mother’s favorite,” he says softly. “Lilia told me she usually made it, once, before she… before the end. I’ve never tasted it. Until now.”

You sip the warm spoonful, and your throat closes up with feeling.

“Malleus,” you whisper, voice trembling, “this… is beautiful.”

His gaze softens—more tender than you’ve ever seen it.

“If food is a way to your heart, then allow me to offer mine first. One dish at a time.”

“Oh! You like homemade food? THAT’S AMAZING!! I love making food for people!!”

Kalim’s the one who runs full speed toward your love language without hesitation. He doesn’t even blink. His whole soul lights up with the idea of cooking for you—not because it’s a strategy, but because it’s pure joy.

He shows up the next day with a whole spread: lamb biryani, stuffed flatbreads, saffron rice with raisins, and a homemade rosewater dessert. Everything’s hand-cooked with a little too much enthusiasm and not enough restraint (he may have set off the dorm smoke alarms three times).

He watches you dig in like it’s the best moment of his entire life.

“You actually like it?!”

“It’s… incredible,” you say between bites. “Wait, did you make all this yourself?”

“I had some help from Jamil, but I really tried to do the important parts!” He leans in, grinning. “I wanted you to know I care. With every bite.”

You're about to respond when he just blurts out: “I’d cook for you every day forever if you let me!”

You choke. Grim laughs. Kalim beams. Jamil sighs in the background.

He panics. Absolutely loses it when he hears from Grim that you only open up to people who feed you something homemade.

"They must be joking—homemade, here, in NRC? That’s entirely unsanitary without proper kitchen regulations! You can’t just cook anything—"

He gets flustered. Because what if you don’t like his food? What if it’s improper? What if it has a lot of sugar?

Lots of sugar...

But you mention once, offhandedly, that your favorite kind of food is when someone makes something they ate growing up. A comfort dish. Something from childhood. And that makes Riddle think of strawberry tarts. Before everything changed.

So he makes you one. Follows the old recipe not from his mother’s strict cookbook, but from memory.

When he hands it to you, it’s in a porcelain dish with little red ribbon tied around it.

He doesn’t look at you directly when you taste it. But your eyes light up, and your expression softens, and Riddle feels something in his chest crack wide open.

“You made this just for me?”

“…Yes. I thought… well, if it’s your love language, then it should be done right, shouldn’t it?”

And suddenly, he’s not as scared of breaking the rules as he used to be—at least, not if it means winning your heart.

Internal screaming.

He overhears it from Ortho, who cheerfully tells him, “Yuu says food is their love language! Homemade food especially! You should make them something!”

SYSTEM ERROR: PANIC MODE ACTIVATED

“ME?! Cook?! Are you trying to make me perish in fire and humiliation?!”

Idia spends three days researching recipes on deep cooking forums and “how to not burn your dorm down”.

He programs a tiny kitchen assistant bot. He tries and fails to make something edible five times.

But eventually… he remembers a meal he used to eat: miso-butter ramen with soft egg and nori strips. Something warm and soft and kind. So he makes it. Shaking the whole time. Heart racing.

He doesn’t give it to you in person. He leaves it outside your door in a sleek bento box with an embarrassed little note:

“⚠️ WARNING: Contains feelings. Eat at your own risk. Is this too much cringe?–Idia”

You eat it. It’s clumsy but perfect. And you text him one word after:

“Home. <3”

He doesn't respond for a full ten minutes because he’s lying on the floor having a full-blown meltdown—but it’s the good kind.

Later that night, you find a pixel heart flashing on your phone.

You say homemade food equals love, and Vil hears:

“If it’s made with thought, emotion, and care… that’s what matters to me most.”

At first, he’s horrified. Not because he disagrees—but because he's never allowed himself to cook anything imperfect. For Vil, food is calories, presentation, discipline. Feelings? That’s… far too vulnerable.

But then he sees you. The way your whole face lights up when Grim gives you a sloppy sandwich he threw together with help from Trey. The little smile you get when someone talks about their family recipe.

He starts thinking: Have I ever cooked for someone without a camera crew or an aesthetic in mind?

So he visits Epel’s family cookbook. He goes rustic. Unpolished. Just him. He tries to recreate something his father made for him when he was young and sick: potato soup with dill and cream.

When he brings it to you, it’s in a plain ceramic bowl. No garnish. No edible flowers.

He clears his throat. “It’s… not glamorous. But it’s mine.”

You take one spoonful and exhale like you’re home.

“Vil,” you murmur, eyes shining, “this tastes like someone wanted me to feel safe.”

He’s silent for a long time before saying softly, “That’s exactly why I made it.”

At first? He scoffs. "Tch. Food? That's easy." But when you clarify—not takeout, not dining hall food, definitely not something a servant made—his expression falters.

“Homemade food,” you say quietly one afternoon, helping Grim finish his bowl of stew. “You can tell when someone put care into something. It’s… honest.”

Leona doesn’t say much in response. But that night, he sits awake in the botanical garden, tail flicking. The next few days, he’s just gone. Vanished between classes. Ruggie says he’s been in the kitchen wing of the dorms. That’s weird. No one ever uses those.

Eventually, he shows up with something in a wrapped container. It smells like a dish from the Sunset Savanna— stew, if you're not mistaken.

Leona thrusts it toward you. “Here. Eat it. Or don’t. I don’t care.”

But he watches. He definitely cares. You taste it. It’s a little salty, a little smoky. The meat’s tender. The spices are strong but familiar. It’s clearly not professional quality—but it’s his. You glance at him, and for once, he doesn’t look smug. He looks nervous.

“It’s… perfect,” you say softly. “You made this?”

Leona shrugs, ears twitching. “Told ya. Easy.”

But the smile tugging at the corners of his lips gives him away.

Azul takes this personally. He prides himself on having everything—the Mostro Lounge, the service, the charm, the business sense. And yet, you don't fall for any of that?

“Oh no, no. They want homemade food? I can do that,” he mutters, spiraling into business-planning mode.

At first, he thinks he can buy it. Hire a good chef to cook in the Lounge’s back kitchen. But when he tests the idea with you, you immediately frown.

“…Did you make this?”

Azul’s face freezes.

“Homemade means from the heart, Azul.”

The next time he tries, he doesn’t tell you. But he spends hours in the kitchen, burning his fingers, cursing the oven, covered in flour. Jade walks in, offers to help. Azul glares. “This is something I need to do myself.”

Eventually, he presents you with a beautifully imperfect serving of seaweed soup and grilled rootfish—a Coral Sea traditional dish.

“It was something my grandmother used to make,” he says softly, hands trembling as you take a spoonful.

You blink, surprised. “It tastes like the ocean. But… comforting.”

Azul exhales, suddenly sheepish. “That’s exactly what she used to say.”

You smile, eyes warm. “Thank you. This means more than you know.”

[redc0ree]

Keys to Your Heart

Kris Dreemurr x GN Reader 4k Words Desc: You're forced to take piano lessons from Kris for a month. Tags: Fluff, Pre Canon, Misunderstandings, Author doesn’t know how to play piano, Reader is mentioned having parents, Crushes CW: None

You sighed as you lay idly in your room, waiting for your family to come back from some sort of neighborhood meeting.

Apparently, in a passing conversation, Toriel mentioned to your family that her kid used to play piano. One thing led to another, and you eventually received a phone call from your family letting you know that you had to take piano lessons from the Dreemurr’s kid.

“It won’t take that long,” You tried hard to make out their voice through the sea of surrounding sounds; the other side was strangely loud.

“It’ll only be for a month, then you can quit.” 

You wanted to tell your parents to screw off, that you weren’t interested in learning. But you remember the promise you made to them that you'll pick up an actual hobby this year. Plus, a month didn't seem that long compared to years of nagging.

“...I guess so.” You cautiously agree to their terms as you stare up at the ceiling.

“Your first lesson will start tomorrow after school, okay? Great then, love you, bye.” They hang up, but not before you’re faintly able to hear club music in the background.

You sigh as you turn off your phone and place it on your nightstand, somehow already beginning to regret your agreement.

You always had a small crush on Kris Dreemur. It was never anything serious, though; it was one of those crushes that you develop just to keep yourself entertained, the ones that never last more than a year. They were silent and mysterious enough that you could project all you wanted onto them, a blank slate of an identity. It felt weird that you were going to have to spend time with them, let alone have them at your house to teach you piano.

But it was time for you to put your feelings aside and get shit done.

—

You try to find Kris the next day at school to talk about the lesson plan, but you’re too swamped with work to find the time. You had to finish all your homework in class, considering you wouldn’t have as much time after school that day. When you came home, you tossed your backpack to the side to sit at the piano. You laid your hands along the tiles, grazing your fingers just enough to feel the smooth ivory under your fingertips. Your mind wandered, back to when the piano was gifted to you by an old family friend for your birthday. When you told them that you didn't know how to play, they simply told you that you'll learn someday.That was eons ago; you never found the time to learn as the piano slowly picked up dust over the years. But better late than never . You thought.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a ring at the front door; it looked like Kris was already here.

You listened in as your parent greeted them. You give an awkward wave as they approach you, quickly retreating your hands to your lap. “Umm…Hi.” You didn't know why you felt so sheepish all of a sudden. They looked identical enough as to how they presented themselves at school, except only now could you really see them up close. You noted the small dark circles under their eyes, or at least from what you could see through the curtains of their deep brown bangs.

They give a small nod back, looking into the distance. “Nice to meet you.” Their voice was something that you rarely had the chance to hear. It was low and hushed, unenthusiastic. You felt sympathy rush through you; it looks like you weren't the only one who got forced into this by their family.

It made you feel better somehow.

The first lesson was basic enough as they helped you become familiar with the keys, and you watched as they effortlessly played. Whenever you tried to copy their moves, however, you always messed up. You tried to laugh it off, but frustration slowly began to bubble inside you as you made yet another mistake after basic mistake. “Sorry I'm making this so difficult. You groan in frustration, slouching your shoulders.

Kris had an empathetic look on their face. “Don't worry about it… I was the same way when I was learning. Just- keep practicing and you'll figure it out.” You could tell they were trying to make you feel better. In truth, it didn’t work. You silently wondered just how much your family was paying to have them put up with you. You knew you had to cooperate if you wanted to get yourself through this.

“Alright.” You take a deep breath and try again.

The first few days were nothing out of the ordinary; the two of you spent that time getting familiar with the notes and basic scales. The agreed-upon schedule was every other day after school that you'd spend time together, no more than an hour. Though you were able to learn basic information about Kris through small talk, you noticed how they kept their distance throughout, like they always had somewhere better to be.

You couldn't blame them.

—

One day Kris came with their backpack; it was unusual, but you didn’t question it.

“I think it might be time for you to learn your first song. I brought sheet music.” They pulled out a binder and took out multiple crumpled, worn-out papers. You could tell they’ve been used for a long time. “What do you want to play?”

You sit in bewilderment as they suggest that you know any beginner-level songs. “I, uh—I’m not sure; I don’t know any songs yet.” You look around, chuckling awkwardly.

You could see their face flush slightly in embarrassment. Looks like they forgot just how little time they’ve been teaching you for.

“Right…” They picked out a piece of sheet music. “I guess we could do a nursery rhyme or something, like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

You felt slightly nervous as you played the keys. It took a while, but you eventually got a basic hold of it.

As the lesson came to an end, Kris turned to ask you something. “Would it be okay if I did my homework here for a bit?” You froze. They were getting permission from you.

“Uhm—yeah! Of course!” Your hands fumble as you point to the couch situated behind you. “Feel free to sit wherever." 

You silently watch as Kris picks up their backpack and sits down to where you pointed.

That was where you usually did your homework. 

It looks like you had to do your work upstairs; it felt too awkward to sit next to them on the couch.

—

The next day at school you give Kris your social media. It was their idea for you to start sending them recordings of your practice sessions to track your progress. Today wasn’t a lesson day, so when you went home, you recorded a short playing of a song you were learning. They replied with a simple thumbs-up emoji. It was a small gesture, but it made you smile. It slowly became a routine, with you going after school to record short minute-long videos of you playing piano. Kris always responded, usually with an emoji or a small one-word message. The feedback wasn't very constructive, but it still made you feel good.

—

It was the last week of lessons, and you made significant progress in your piano skills. You were now able to play basic nursery rhymes without making too many mistakes.

“I think we can move you onto something more challenging.” Kris places a sheet of paper on top of the piano. “Here, it’s an old song I used to play at the church.”

You take the sheet and look at the notes, silently humming the tune to yourself. It was slightly longer than what you were used to.

Kris sat next to you, giving you the key to start. As you start the song, Kris plays along with you from the other side of the piano.  There were a few mistakes at first, but Kris' playing helped you get yourself back on track.

Your final tries had you play from memory for the first time, without the sheet music to guide you. Kris gives you a nod of reassurance as they place their hands on the keys. You start, closing your eyes as you let the keys guide you through the sound… It felt natural. You didn’t notice it at first, but Kris stopped playing halfway through.

They were focusing on you. 

A sigh of relief escapes as you press your fingers against the last note. You open your eyes to see Kris staring at you, a semi-proud smile to themself. “That was great.” They nod.

You felt your face heat up. “It was nothing, really…” you say sheepishly. 

“You’re a fast learner.” Their eyes were genuine.

“...But your positioning is off, can I?” Kris asks, standing up and stepping behind you. You quickly nod without hesitation nor thinking.

You tense up as they lay their hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you into position. “You need to sit up like this.” Your body memorizes every second as their guidance trails down your shoulders onto your hands, encasing them.

“...your hands need to be positioned like that.” Kris’ fingers were cold to the touch; shivers ran down your soul.

“Don't shake so much either; you need to be confident.” They mumble as they give a gentle squeeze to your wrists. Through your daze, you notice their nails, chipped with black nail polish. You felt hot, your face was hot, and Kris was definitely hot. You mean —what???

“Did you get that?”

You couldn’t focus on a single thing Kris was saying; all you could pay attention to was how close they were as they guided you from behind. You heard white noise as the sound of your heartbeat echoed inside your head.

“Mhm… uh-huh, yeah, yeah—thanks.” Your words jumble together as you silently thank the universe they couldn’t see how heated your face was. You could’ve sworn they were doing this on purpose. 

They couldn’t have known… Could they?

“Good.” Their hands were still on you, touch lasting a few moments longer than it should have, but they eventually backed up. Holy fucking shit . It took everything inside you not to explode at that very moment.

The rest of the lesson went as usual, but your mind kept going back to that specific moment. The feeling of their hands still lingering on you. After the lesson ended, you stormed to your bedroom to silently scream into the nearest pillow you could find.

Your crush on Kris was getting worse by the day. What once was just a figment of your daydreams was now crashing into your life at full speed. They were the cold, weird kid next door. It wasn't possible that they liked you back… It shouldn't be.

That motherfucker was being paid by your family to torment you.

You lift your face up from the pillow; in the corner of your vision, you spot something. It was a small apple-shaped keychain you got as a prize from an arcade some months ago.

You pick it up, and you decide that tomorrow would be a good time to test your theory out, get your feelings out of the way through rejection. It'll be the best for the both of you.

—

You didn’t consider yourself religious; you haven't since you were little—so your parents took it as a surprise when you suddenly told them you wanted to go to church on Sunday. They obliged, taking you with them for the first time in years. You decided to take out your church clothes to wear something nice. 

As you sat in your seat, you fidgeted with the keychain in the small velvet box it was included with. You couldn't help but hold on tight– as if it was about to slip away from you any moment now. Somehow, it felt heavier in your hands than it did last night.

After an hour of various sermons and songs, you could finally stand up to look around for Kris, who was nowhere to be found. You spotted Kris’ mother at the juice table, however– who gave you a smile and wave as you walked towards her.

“Hi, Miss Toriel.” You try your best to be friendly.

“Nice to see you here, child. How have your lessons with Kris been?” She smiled. Her breath smelt faintly like wine.

“Good, good. I’m actually learning a lot more than I thought I would.” You nodded, pouring a cup of juice for yourself.

“That’s great to hear! I’d love to see you two play together someday.”

“Uhh yeah…” You awkwardly chuckle. “Me too.” 

“Speaking of Kris…” You turn the conversation around. “Have you seen them anywhere?”

“Hm…” She furrowed her brow as if she needed to recall her memory. “Kris went outside to take a phone call half an hour ago; they should be finished by now.”

“Okaygreatthanks-”

You quickly excuse yourself and rush out the door to continue your search for Kris. Outside, you scoured around the perimeter, but they were nowhere to be found. You sigh. They must've ditched the service early or something.

Right as you were about to turn back inside, you spotted a figure emerging from the forest surrounding the shelter. You took cover behind the church walls, peeking in like some kind of spy.

It was Kris.

They looked surprised to see you as you suddenly appeared, like they were caught in some kind of act. They quickly turned off their phone and shoved it in their pocket. “Uhm…” You could do nothing but stare at Kris for a moment, feeling yourself shrink under them. “Hey Kris,” You look around, past the woods. “What are you doing out here?”

They look away. “... needed to take a break where it’s quiet…” They mumble as they put their hands in their pockets.

“Yeah, I understand that feeling.” You give a small smile, choosing to ignore how painfully suspicious they were acting at the moment. “I, uh…” You jolt back to the script you rehearsed as you almost forget your reason for being here in the first place. “I wanted to give you this.” You hand the present out to them. “It’s for all the stuff you taught me.” God, you hope that didn't sound corny.

Kris’ eyes become wide open. A slight flush appeared on their cheeks as they took the small box. There was a long pause in the air as the keychain sat in their palm, like they were mentally deciding which words to choose.

After what seemed like forever, they finally spoke. 

“Thanks.” Kris said indifferently, quickly shoving the keychain inside their pocket. You could only watch as they opened church doors to head inside.

Thanks…

That's all they had to say.

You froze in place as your hand instinctively went up to your chest. You didn’t know why your heart stung— it was just a shitty gift worth 2 bucks; of course they wouldn’t care. 

Maybe you just thought they'd appreciate the gift a bit more, that they'd treasure anything you'd give them. But who were you to think that they needed anything from you? Disgust runs through your body. Kris wasn't some type of dilemma for you to rescue, they never were.

You crush the plastic cup of juice in frustration, tossing it in the bin with full force. You were lucky service was over.

At home, you sighed as you covered your face in your hands. You felt so stupid. It turns out they didn't like you, great—now you could finally move on with your life and stop living in delusion. You look at your calendar, tomorrow will be the last week of lessons. 

That gave you some reassurance.

—

Kris wasn’t at school the next day. You wondered if that phone call from Sunday had anything to do with it. You wanted to message them to ask if you’d still be meeting, but you restrained yourself. You needed to give them space; they could text you if they wanted to. Plus, their absence was enough proof that they probably weren't willing for lessons today. Once school ended, you skipped the piano and headed straight towards your bed. You knew you had to practice, but something made you want to skip today.

Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the absence of Kris.

A few hours of being on your phone pass by and you hear the doorbell ring, followed by the sound of your name being called. You were surprised, you weren't expecting anyone. As you came downstairs, you could silently hear the sound of the piano being played. 

It was the song you were learning.

Kris was already sitting at the piano, seemingly waiting for you. They looked up as they noticed you, they had dark circles under their eyes.

“...Hi Kris.” You couldn't help but fidget with your hands as you walked over to them. ”I kinda assumed we weren’t doing lessons since you weren’t at school today.”

Kris places their hand behind their neck. “... yeah, I was busy with something…” They mumble, sounding like they were being put on the spot. “Sorry for not giving you a message. If this is a bad time for you—”

“Kris…” You don’t know why, but your heart felt heavy. “If you want to stay here, you can.”

You watched as their gaze softened by your words. There was something different about them today. They looked more tired than usual, their hair was out of place. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but you knew you couldn't for whatever reason.

Kris hesitated a bit before asking. “Do you have anywhere I could charge my phone?” They ask as you sit down and take your seat next to them on the piano. That's when you notice something. The apple keychain, the same keychain you gave to Kris was attached to their phone. 

Kris must’ve noticed how surprised you looked; they turned their eyebrows in worry. “Why do you still have that?” Your words come out harsher than you wanted them to.

“Because you gave it to me.”

Oh.

You couldn't help but start laughing. “This whole time, I thought you didn’t like it!” You say as Kris stared in confusion.

It looked like they weren't happy with your assumption. The corners of their mouth tilt downward for just a moment… “Why did you think that?” There was hurt in their voice.

“I… don’t know.” You feel embarrassment creeping in. “I jump to conclusions easily, I guess.”

There was a pause in the air.

Finally, Kris broke the silence. “I'm… Sorry for the way I acted on Sunday…” Their hand came up to cradle the back of their neck. “I was in a hurry; I should’ve—”

You cut them off. “Kris. You don’t need to apologize.” You place a hand on their shoulder out of instinct, forgetting any anxiousness you’d otherwise feel at touching them.Their mouth opens for a moment, like they wanted to say something—but they stay silent, giving a breath out in relief.

Despite the time you were spending with each other, it felt like you knew absolutely nothing about them. It was like there was a giant glass wall between you two.You realized that you felt the urge to hug them, to tell them that everything was going to be okay. But that was weird; you were weird. They’re your piano teacher, for crying out loud. They’re only doing this so they could get paid by your family.

But you were tired of all this guesswork, it felt wrong to push these assumptions onto them. You wanted to know Kris, the real Kris: their favorite songs, what made them laugh, everything you could because you could tell they were hurting.

“Hey…” You give them a soft smile. “Do you think we could do something else today? Like—just relax?”

Kris stays still for a moment, and you immediately start to regret your question. You put your hands down, preparing yourself for whatever excuse they were going to come up with for not hanging out with you.

“...I’d like that a lot, actually.” There's a slight flush in their cheeks. “What do you want to do?”

Your eyes widen. “Uh—maybe we could watch a movie?” You point to the couch behind the both of you.

Kris follows your gaze. They give a small nod.

—

You both sit on the living room couch with a large blanket comfortably smothering you.

You give Kris the remote, letting them pick what the two of you watch. They enthusiastically decide on some gory slasher film about a bat-wielding murderer. In truth, you were scared shitless. But you tried to play it cool as they press play.

You keep yourself mostly composed for the majority of the movie, but as the main character peeks around the corner, you feel a cold hand graze up against yours. You almost jump out of your seat, and the hand quickly backs off. 

You look over to your side to realize it was just Kris, looking embarrassed. They interlock with your fingers. Their hands were cold, but they slowly warmed up over time. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the feeling of their skin on yours, but your heart was basically beating out of your chest the whole time.

“Don’t worry…” Kris mumbles, looking straight at the screen. “I’ll tell you when it’s coming.” You held on tighter as the killer jumped from around the corner, only for the main character to pull out their gun for the final blow.

You give a sigh of relief as the credits start rolling. The movie was over, but you were still holding hands with Kris.

“Maybe I should’ve picked something else…” There was a guilt in their voice.

“I actually kind of liked it… It wasn’t as scary as I expected.” You lied; you were actually going to have to sleep with the lights on for a full week.

“Right…” They didn’t seem to believe you, and you could’ve sworn they were definitely trying to hold back a laugh. “You should pick the first movie next time.” Their cute smile makes you blush.

Next time.  

Kris wanted this, you realized. Your heart flutters at the idea of a potential next time, spending more and more time together like this.

The next few hours were spent watching different films of various quality. You noticed Kris’ slightly crooked teeth whenever they laughed, it was endearing. Their hands slowly warmed up over time as you held them in yours. Sometime during the movie marathon, your head ended up lying against Kris’ shoulder, they only gave you a tender stare as you lay up against their sweater. 

It felt natural.

The clock eventually hits midnight, and your parent comes downstairs to tell the two of you to sleep. You look over at Kris, asking if they needed to call their parents. “It's fine…” Their voice was slightly pained, as if an unpleasant memory just crossed their mind. You decide not to pry into it, telling your family that Kris is going to sleep over for the night. The night was spent just taking time to talk with each other. Talking about piano and the shitty movies you just watched. You laughed with them like you’ve done this for years. 

It felt nice. 

Kris felt nice.

Eventually, it was time to go to sleep. You watched Kris as they fell asleep next to you. Their long lashes gently fluttered, and their chest moved up and down as their mouth stayed slightly parted. It was nice seeing them so peaceful. 

You didn’t think about tomorrow, you could only think about the smell of Kris’ apple shampoo as you slowly drifted asleep by their side.

AN: Had this fic sitting in my docs for the longest time, so I just decided to hit post or else I’m gonna be editing endlessly. This is the first x reader fic I've posted publicly, so there's a few mistakes here and there. I still hope it's at least readable and somewhat enjoyable. I also wanna clarify again that I’ve never played an instrument in my life, so I sincerely apologize for any pain this fic might cause to actual piano players. 

I'm still deciding what I want this account to be about, so if you have any requests/questions my asks are open! ^^

[multicohn]

summary: fans have been asking for lando’s gf to appear on stream with him and she finally gives in

warnings: none

pairing: fem! reader x lando norris

genre: fluff

face claim: no one

author note: y/n is bad at video games in this, sorry if you’re good at them

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lando had never been more excited to start streaming and it definitely showed as he greeted fans with such excitement they’ve only seen from him after a good race. meanwhile, y/n sat beside him ( out of shot ) and nervously fiddled with her fingers.

“today-“ he clapped his hand together and y/n jumped which made him look over and laugh a little, “-sorry, so, i got a special guest with me and gave her a bit of a fright” lando then pulled y/n chair into view which made the stream chat explode

“FINALLY”

“Y/N ON STREAM OHMYGOD”

“YES (SHIP NAME) CONTENT WE LOVE TO SEE IT”

y/n smiled and waved to the camera while lando loaded up the game. he discussed that she would be playing a few games by herself and that he’s just here for moral support, y/n leaned into him before reading some comments out loud as they waited for the game to load.

“how did we meet?” lando coughed and looked away embarrassingly as y/n smiled

“he needed a jump start and i was the only one with cables, he said he’ll buy me a coffee as a thank you and had the employee write his number on the bottom of my cup-“ y/n started laughing, “-i didn’t even know and threw the cup away, but we met again and this time i needed a jump start. he asked why i hadn’t called and i was like ‘i don’t have your number’, ‘i had the café guy write my number on the bottom of your cup’, ‘oh, i didn’t even know and threw it away’ then he made sure that i had his number in my phone”

“i mean, seriously, why didn’t you check?”

“why would i?”

“…well, you just should’ve” y/n rolled her eyes before pressing start

it was chaos.

“GO LEFT! LEFT!”

“SHUT UP, I’M SCARED”

“RUN! RUN!”

“WHY AM I SO SLOW?”

y/n sunk down into the chair as the words ‘GAME OVER’ popped up onto the screen.

‘this is why i didn’t want to do this” she sulked while lando switched over to a different game

“can i just quit?”

“chat, can she quit?”

“NO”

“ITS OKAY Y/N I ALSO SUCK”

“PLEASE NO YOU REPRESENT US WHO GET SCARED EASILY”

lando gave his girlfriend a smug smile and it took everything in her to not whack it off his face.

y/n has never been very good at video games, preferring to play easy ones like the sims or even roblox. lando didn’t care much about it, finding her asking questions about the games he plays comforting, especially when he’s stressed. lando would also let her take control when he had a simple task to do or ask for help when having to pick a hard decision. it’s nice just having y/n by his side — even if she wasn’t paying attention to what he was playing.

“lando, i swear if this is a horror game”

“nah, it’s not”

• • •

“GET AWAY FROM ME”

“THROUGH THE VENTS”

“LANDO I’M SCARED”

“JUST KEEP RUNNING”

“WHERE DO I GO?”

“LEFT”

“AHHHHH”

despite y/n making a fool of herself, fans absolutely loved it; lando bursting out into laughter every few seconds while she yelled at him for help, y/n leaning away in case of a jump scare, her trying to leave and lando pulling her back, them both laughing after y/n died and her trying to tell lando off while laughing herself.

“it’s okay, baby. we’ll be losers together” y/n pouted as he hugged her, the screen showing the words “YOU DIED” again

“let’s end it here, i don’t think my mentality can take anymore” lando smiled and kissed her cheek before letting her go

“okay, chat. for the sake of y/n’s mental health, we’ll be ending it here. thank you joining and she will be back-“

“no”

“-she will! don’t worry guys!”

“lando-“

“bye, chat!”

“you little-“

[jjscrybaby]

no one hurts you.

rafe cameron x fem!reader | angst | (attempted sa, murder, rafe being the best bf ever🥰)

thankyou for the req anon! i switched some stuff up, i didn’t want to add a new character (rafe’s brother like you requested) so i used topper instead bc i hate that man🙂‍↕️

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“Do you have to go?” You huffed, pouting up at your boyfriend as the two of you stood by the front door. You were covering it, arms crossed over your chest to try and stop him from going.

Rafe let out an amused chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “It’s just a night, baby. We’ve spent longer apart.”

“Yeah, and when you came back you promised never to leave me again,” you whined, stomping your foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. He just carried on smirking down at you, used to your behaviour after three years together.

You’d stuck by his side through everything. He got locked up, for four months after an incident with a Pogue. It was supposed to be three years, but a mixture of good behaviour and a lot of payments had him out early. It had been six months since he got out, and he’d matured incredibly. He didn’t pick fights anymore, he hadn’t touched a line of coke since before jail, and he was finally working a proper job rather than doing drug deals for Barry. You were utterly proud of him, until now.

He had a business meeting on the mainland, and he’d decided to book a hotel for the night so that he didn’t have to travel twice in one day. You were definitely unhappy with that decision, considering you hadn’t spent a second away from him since he came back home.

“Look, you’re gonna be fine. Top’s gonna come over later to hang out, and I’ll call you after the meeting. Now be a good girl and stop pouting, if this deal goes well I’ll buy you that necklace you keep lookin’ at,” he stated, making your pout vanish.

You grinned up at him, nodding your head. “Mkay. Promise you’ll call?”

“Promise,” he murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your lips. You tried to keep ahold of his shoulders to stop him from pulling away, but he just smirked and eased you off of him. “See you tomorrow, gorgeous.”

“Bye,” you mumbled, another pout appearing on your lips as you realised he was actually leaving.

He patted your cheek, giving you one more fleeting kiss before he walked out the door. You didn’t move from the doorway until he’d got into the car and driven away, waving at you as he went.

You spent the majority of the day trying to distract yourself, watching rom-coms, cleaning up the house, making dinner. It was six pm when the doorbell rang, you’d honestly forgotten that Topper was coming over so when you opened the door to see him stood with a bottle of wine and a six-pack you were shocked.

“Oh, hey, Top,” you greeted, moving out the way to let him in. “You didn’t actually have to come, I’m okay by myself.”

“Rafe wanted me to stop by,” Topper shrugged, giving you a charming smile as he walked further into the home that you and Rafe had recently purchased (or Rafe had purchased and you just came along). “I can leave, if you don’t want me here.”

“No, no. The company would be nice.” It was the truth, you weren’t used to being alone and you’d started to go a little crazy with the amount of movies you’d watched.

Topper had been Rafe’s good friend for awhile, but since Rafe got out of jail and became a better man they didn’t hang out as much. Topper was still pretty immature, partying as much as he possibly could, hooking up with random chicks and texting Rafe details he didn’t need to know. He was also still big on the drug use, and Rafe knew he couldn’t be around that. But, no matter what, they were close friends, and he trusted him to take care of you.

“Cool. I brought you some wine, know you aren’t a huge fan of beer,” he teased, holding the bottle out to you.

You tilted your head, accepting it with a cautious smile. “Didn’t realise we would be drinking.”

“Yeah, well, I figured you’re probably grumpy with Rafe gone and a drink could loosen you up.” He winked, trying to portray his words as a joke, but something about his tone made your chest tighten uncomfortably.

“Right,” you agreed with an awkward laugh. “Um, we can sit in the living room.”

You’d poured yourself a glass of wine, but you’d only had a few sips. Topper, on the other hand, had finished five out of six of the beers. You’d started off on opposite sides of the couch, but over the last half an hour he’d slowly edged his way closer to you. You’d noticed it, of course you had, but you were trying not to think anything of it. He was Rafe’s friend, he was here as a favour, you felt guilty for feeling so uncomfortable around him.

“I like that skirt,” Topper murmured, hazy eyes looking your outfit up and down.

“Um, thanks. Rafe got it for me,” you said, tugging it down as you noticed it had ridden up.

Topper’s fingers brushed against your skirt, your whole body tensed up. “It’s nice.”

“Thankyou,” you replied, trying to move away from him without it being noticeable. Except that was impossible, and he picked up on it immediately.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he faced you. You shook your head, giving him a shaky smile. “C’mon, have some more wine.”

You didn’t want more wine, you wanted to kick him out and go to bed, but he’d come all the way here, and he’d paid for the bottle, you felt rude to not drink it. You reached for your glass and took a few more sips, his eyes watching your every move.

“There we go,” Topper grinned as the last sip went down your throat, you grimaced at the sour taste and put the glass back down on the coffee table.

Another twenty minutes went by, Rafe’s meeting would be over soon and he’d promised to call. You wanted Topper out by then, so you could have a conversation without feeling like a bad hostess. You turned to him, noticing how his eyes were already on you.

“Um, it’s getting late…” you hinted, messing with your necklace.

“I thought maybe I could stay over.” Your eyes widened at his words, you were certain Rafe wouldn’t have suggested that. Him being here for an hour or two was fine, but for the night? You didn’t want that, and you were sure your boyfriend wouldn’t either.

Before you could even respond, his hand landed on your thigh. Your words got caught in your throat, heart racing with anxiety as you stared down at his hand. His rings were cold against your skin, his thumb starting to rub circles into your inner thigh as he edged his hand higher and higher.

You jumped up, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “I think you should leave now, Topper.”

“What?” He laughed, looking up at you as if it was you that had done something wrong. “Seriously? I’m not going to tell Rafe, a’ight? You don’t need to worry about that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You exclaimed.

Topper stood up, towering over you with a scowl on his face. “Stop acting dumb. I know how you feel about me, I’ve seen the looks. I mean, shit, wearing that tiny skirt when you knew I was coming over.”

“I— I forgot you were coming, Top. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I’m happy with Rafe—” you started to ramble, hands growing sweaty.

“Bullshit!” Topper snapped, glaring down at you. “You want me, I know you do.” His hands landed on your hips, gripping so tightly you were sure it would leave a mark. You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. He leant down and tried to kiss you, which had you using all your strength to pull out of his embrace and rush out the room.

You ran all the way upstairs, to your shared bedroom with Rafe, and locked the door behind you. You sat by the window, breathing heavily with tears down your cheeks as you waited to see him leave. After twenty minutes of him yelling at you through the locked door, he finally departed. It was only once he was out of sight that you ran downstairs and locked all the doors and windows.

Rafe called you as you were pacing the bedroom, you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up.

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It didn’t take a genius to notice you were acting off. It had been a week since Rafe returned, and you’d been jumpy, flinching every time he leaned down to kiss you, pushing him away when he’d try and initiate something, anything.

He was sick of it. At first he’d thought you were just being a brat because he’d left, figured you’d be back in his arms by the next day, but nothing had changed and he was starting to feel as if you weren’t even his girlfriend anymore.

“You comin’ to bed?” He asked, looking at where you sat on the opposite side of the couch; eyes hardly open as you stared at the tv.

“After this episode. You can go,” you mumbled. It was the same every night, you’d wait until he was asleep to crawl into bed even when you were falling asleep.

“Alright, enough of this shit,” he snapped, making you look over at him in surprise.

“What?”

“Why are you actin’ like this? Did I do somethin’?” He asked, begged, for an answer. You opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was a choked sob. His anger faded and was replaced with panic, he moved so he was sat right up next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Baby, just talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I can’t,” you argued through a sob, covering your face with your hands.

He pulled your hands away, hands on your face to force you to look at him. “Yes, you can. You can tell me anything. Just tell me what the problem is and I’ll fix it, okay? I’m worried, baby. You’ve been bein’ so weird the last week.”

You thought you’d be able to get over it, thought maybe it wouldn’t bother you all that much, but every time you took a second to think you’d be reminded of what happened. Topper’s hands on your hips, the look in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t want to tell Rafe, what if he was mad at you? What if he believed that you really had given Topper signs?

“Something happened when you were away,” you whispered shakily, big tears running down your cheeks. You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, you had to tell him.

“What happened?” He murmured softly, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.

“When— when Topper came ‘round, he…” you trailed off, shaking your head. “I can’t say it.”

His eyes narrowed, fear taking over. “What did Topper do?” His tone wasn’t soft anymore, it was angry, dark, you hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since before he went to jail.

“He… he was touchy, too touchy, he tried to kiss me,” you confessed, feeling both relief and panic at the fact you’d finally told him the truth. “He was saying loads of stuff, about how he’s seen the way I look at him and that he knew I liked him. I promise, Rafe, I don’t know what he’s talking—”

“Hey,” Rafe cut you off, tone sharp. “Non of this is your fault, you hear me? I’m not mad at you, I’m not disappointed in you, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A sigh of relief left your lips as you collapsed into his chest, sobbing as you clung to him. He stroked your hair, mumbling praise into your ear to try and calm you down. Eventually, you exhausted yourself so much that you fell asleep against his chest. He lifted you up and carried you to bed, but instead of getting in beside you he grabbed his gun from the bedside table and left the house.

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When you woke up the next morning the space beside you was empty. Your head hurt from all the crying you’d done, your eyes felt heavy but you forced yourself out of bed. You walked downstairs, finding Rafe sat at the kitchen counter with an unfamiliar phone in his hand.

“Rafe?” You murmured tiredly, moving to stand next to him. He looked up at you, bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept a wink. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his lap.

“Hey, you sleep okay?” He asked softly, kissing your temple as he kept his eyes on the phone.

“Yeah… what’re you doing up?” You questioned. There was a look in his eyes, manic and angry. You ran your hand over his cheek, making his eyes flicker over to you.

“Listen, baby, I need you to do somethin’ for me. Somethin’ I promised you’d never have to do again,” he sighed.

“What is it?” You asked worriedly.

“If anyone asks, I was here, with you, all of last night,” he stated, making your eyes narrow in confusion.

“Were you not here all night?” You stared at him, waiting for him to give you an explanation.

He didn’t get the chance, because the next thing you know your phone is pinging with a text from Sarah. Have you heard the news about Topper? Followed by: is Rafe okay?

“Rafe, what happened to Topper?” You asked shakily, looking between him and your phone.

“He got what he deserved,” Rafe replied bluntly. He leant in a kissed your cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I took it too far, I know that. But no one hurts you, no one.”

You should have been horrified, running from him or calling the cops, but you didn’t want to do either of those things. You leant in and pressed your lips to his, his arms around you tightening.

It was no secret that Rafe would kill for you, you just never thought it would actually happen.

[strawberrysohn]

“quite an impression” | taste — jjk (pt 1)

series summary: your best friend (with benefits) has a new girlfriend...little does she know, you were and would always be there first.

what to expect for this part: fuckbuddy! jk, y/n is kind of a bad person (sorry), cheating, fingering, slight degradation (m receiving), doing it in a public restroom stall (ew!) you guys can also imagine 2018/2019 jungkook for this whole series tyvm!!

no word count...it's just a lot of words ok!!

enjoy!

"you're gonna wear that to meet my girlfriend?"

y/n turns around to greet her friend with a smile. "jungkookie, you told me to look nice," she pouts before doing a little twirl. "you don't think i look nice?"

jungkook shakes his head quickly. "no, no," he sticks his hands in his jeans pockets. "no, you look nice. so nice. it's just..." he purses his lips trying to find the words. "don't you think it's kinda..."

"revealing?"

jungkook nods sheepishly. "yeah," he looks down at the ground momentarily before he perks up again. "i mean, it shouldn't be too bad. we are going clubbing afterwards, right?"

y/n hums in response. "mhm, that's right," she looks at herself in the mirror again. she runs her hands over her curves, seeing the way the leathery fabric clings to her. the swooping neckline of her dress not leaving much to the imagination. "where did you say she works? waffle house or something?"

the male laughs, running a hand through his neatly brushed hair. "no, it's just a diner. you know the one...by jimin's old place?"

y/n stifles a laugh. "geez, really?" she recalls the old, dumpy looking diner on the corner a few streets down. "how much does she make, two dollars a week?" she looks through the mirror at her friend, who's no longer smiling.

"you don't have to make fun of her, you know," jungkook's voice was quieter. "you haven't even met her yet."

feeling "empathetic", y/n mimics his frown and approaches him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. "oh, jungkookie..." she looks up at him with big, innocent eyes. "it was meant to be a joke. i'm sure seyeon is really nice."

"siyeon."

"hm?"

jungkook clears his throat. "her name is siyeon."

"what did i say?" y/n cocks her head to the side.

"seyeon," jungkook fiddles with his fingers, his hands ghosting over their familiar home of y/n's hips. "it's siyeon."

y/n forces a laugh. "oh, silly me!" she shakes her head at herself before looking back up at him. "my mistake, jungkook." she boops his nose teasingly before pulling away from him and grabbing her purse and phone. "all ready to go?"

jungkook stands still and stares at her for a little longer before blinking and nodding, turning towards the door. he opens it for y/n, trying his best not to watch her as she walked out.

"bye, minah!" y/n waves goodbye to her roommate, who barely acknowledges the two leaving. "i'll be back after midnight so leave the door unlocked, okay?"

jungkook opens the door again for her, sending a polite smile to minah, who rolls her eyes.

"i don't think your roommate likes me."

"it's not you yourself..." y/n trails off, her heels clacking on the pavement as they approached the diner. "she's just a stickler for morals, you know?"

"oh." jungkook gulps. "well, i don't know what she's upset about...it's not like we've fooled around recently. i'm with siyeon. i haven't cheated on her."

y/n smirks, but jungkook doesn't see it. "yeah, well, she probably assumes that you will," she shrugs. "i mean, she's plenty familiar with you."

"how? we haven't met?" jungkook tries to recall actually being introduced to his friend's roommate, but can't.

"i'm sure she knows your name from me moaning it nonstop last semester," y/n speaks, nonchalantly letting the words fall from her mouth. she looks up at jungkook with innocent eyes. "maybe that's it."

he gulps, his throat feeling dry. "y-yeah, sure," he calms himself down by force as they get to the diner where siyeon works.

he pulls open the door for y/n, who walks past him closely, "accidentally" rubbing herself against him on the way in.

jungkook leads y/n over to the counter, where an average height woman is wiping things down. she has dark brown hair, tied into a tight low ponytail. she looks up when jungkook approaches, her tired eyes lighting up just a little. "hey, babe," she smiles as he leans in for a quick peck. her eyes fall to y/n, giving her the once over, her eyes widening slightly at her outfit. "who is this?"

jungkook smiles and gestures to y/n. "siyeon, this is–"

"hi, i'm y/n!" she takes the chance to introduce herself. she holds out her hand for siyeon to shake. "i'm jungkook's best friend, i'm sure he's mentioned me."

"he has," siyeon replies, tentatively shaking y/n's hand. "it's, um, nice to meet you. i'm siyeon."

"so i hear," y/n stifles a small chuckle as she looks around the place. still as dumpy as she remembered. "so, you work here, huh?" there was a hint of a demeaning tone in her voice that she tried to mask as much as she could.

jungkook steps closer to the counter. closer to siyeon, who instinctively places a hand on his arm, almost possessively. y/n almost laughs again at that, the small gesture showing more insecurity than she bet siyeon wanted to show.

"siyeon, y/n and i are hanging out tonight," jungkook explains to his girlfriend. he glances back at y/n who continues to watch siyeon with a gleam in her eyes. jungkook continues, "we're going clubbing. it's tradition."

"tradition? what tradition?" siyeon looks at jungkook with big, confused eyes.

"it's the anniversary of when we became friends," jungkook replies quickly. so quickly that y/n can't help but giggle, earning a quick glance from siyeon. "we celebrate every year since sophomore year of high school."

siyeon nods, understanding. her boyfriend was just so kind and considerate. she knew she didn't have to worry about him. to be fair, it wasn't him she was worried about...

y/n checks the time on her phone. "jungkookie, we should get going," she flips her phone screen around so he can see the time, making sure that the photo of her and jungkook on her locks reen was visible to siyeon.

the photo was of the two of them from two summers ago on the beach. in the photo, y/n was hoisted up by jungkook, her legs wrapped around his waist. it was quite the precarious photo for a pair of friends, because from the outside, that's all they were.

jungkook nods. "yeah, the club should open soon," he leans in to kiss his girlfriend again, this time in a parting gesture. when he pulls away, siyeon pulls him back, kissing him deeply. it was clearly a message, yet y/n just watched, unfazed.

when siyeon breaks the kiss, she glances at y/n, who is checking her nails, unbothered. she looks up, impatient. "ready?" she glances at jungkook, who rubs the back of his neck nervously.

the male nods, smiling at y/n. "yep!" he glances at siyeon again. "bye, baby. see you tomorrow sometime."

y/n waves enthusiastically to siyeon. "bye, siyeon! it was lovely meeting you!" she gives the girl the once over again, her expression still polite, though if you looked long enough, you could see the hint of a smirk on her face as she looked at the other.

“yeah, nice meeting you,” siyeon replies to y/n. “you sure leave quite an impression.”

y/n grins at her words, then looks to jungkook as they head out. once again, he holds the door for her and she slides out past him. jungkook lets the door of the diner swing closed, the bell above the doorway dinging.

“the anniversary of when became friends?” y/n asks him, a hint of amusement evident in her tone. “quick thinking on your part, jungkookie.”

“forgive me for not wanting to tell my girlfriend that today is the anniversary of when we had sex for the first time,” jungkook retorts, waiting until they were far enough from the diner to walk closer to y/n, his hands in his pockets as he nudges her with his elbow. “feels hard to explain that, don’t you think?”

y/n shrugs. “i thought honesty was important in a relationship,” she teases. “but if you want to keep secrets from your partner, that’s your choice.”

jungkook rolls his eyes as the neon light marquee of the club comes into view. “you’re so annoying, y/n,” he smiles through his words. “you know that?”

“i’ve been told,” she shrugs, before laughing as she shakes her head. “god, did you see the way she got kinda possessive over you? that was so pathetic.”

“she has a right to be concerned about you, you know.”

“no duh.”

jungkook sighs. “y/n, let’s not do anything stupid tonight,” he speaks, his voice serious. y/n glances at him, an amused gleam in her eyes. “okay?”

“holy shit,” y/n looks at him in disbelief. she stifles a laugh. “you really like that girl, don’t you?” she teases, watching the small blush appear on his cheeks.

“this is my first actual girlfriend,” he explains. “i’d like to keep her, if you don’t mind.”

y/n nods in mock understanding. “yeah, sure,” she looks up at him one last time before facing forward again. "whatever you say..."

they get to the front doors, present the bouncer with their fake id's, and head inside the club.

the music pounds through the whole building, the floor shaking. y/n turns to jungkook immediately, tilting her head at him. "come on, jungkookie," she pouts. "dance with me?"

the male smiles and grabs y/n's hands, leading her towards the big mob of people. "i know you love this song," he watches as she starts to get into the music, really feeling herself.

"i know you love watching me dance," she speaks above the music. her eyes locked on his before she turns around, dancing against jungkook sensually.

he hisses as her ass rubs against him. "y/n, what did i say—" he's cut off as she turns around, placing a finger on his lips.

"shh, jungkookie..." she smirks up at him. "relax! have a little fun, yeah?" she drapes her arms over his shoulders again, this time his hands find her hips quickly.

"y/n, i can't tonight, okay?"

"can't what?"

jungkook grits his teeth. "can't have sex with you," he keeps his voice low, directly in her ear. "we can't do it."

she nods. "i know," she reminds him. "i didn't say we should. you're the one that keeps telling me."

jungkook's face hardens. he knew they shouldn't—no, couldn't. he had a girlfriend now. he vowed to be a loyal partner to siyeon. he knew that nothing could happen tonight between he and y/n—his best friend. it couldn't.

but he also knew that it very well could.

jungkook pushes y/n up against the door to the bathroom once they're both inside, his lips immediately crashing onto her neck. she can't hide the victorious smirk on her face.

"you really had to—" he sucks on her skin. "—flirt with that guy, huh?" jungkook pulls his lips away to stare her in the face, his eyes bouncing from her eyes to her lips. she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.

"he flirted with me, jungkook," she explains. "what was i supposed to do? not take the compliment?"

"it's this outfit," jungkook's shaky hands find her hips again. "god, you look so hot." he practically groans as he buries his face in her neck again. he was breathing hard and heavy, his control finally having snapped.

she hums as one of her hands slides down to teasingly rub his growing hardness through his pants. he lets out a whispered sigh right in her ear, his possessive grip on her hips loosening. "y-y/n..."

he decides to return the favor, his hand slipping under the short skirt of her dress. he lifts his head to look at her, pupils big and eyebrows furrowed. shit, he already looked a mess. "n-no panties...?"

she shakes her head, biting her lip. "it's tradition," she smirks up at him, seeing the way his eyes roll back slightly. his internal (and external, at this point) struggle was so arousing to her.

"shit..." his fingers find her wet folds and he slides past them with his pointer finger. her hand continues to tease him through the denim fabric of his jeans, the friction making his vision a little blurry. without another thought, he enters one finger into her wetness, feeling her free hand grip his bicep tight.

"mm, jungkook," she moans his name softly, once again unable to hide the satisfied grin on her face. she had won, of course. to be honest, she didn't have to try hard. jungkook had been a ticking time bomb since he saw her dress earlier that evening. she grips his bicep as his finger fucks into her, shortly joined by a second.

the sound of her wetness, his soft groans, and her moans fill the luckily empty bathroom, the bass still booming through the heavy door. he pushes his middle and ring finger into her faster, the squelching sounds heightening in volume.

"jungkookie, ah—" she exclaims, her eyebrows furrowed at his movements. "mm, fuck, baby..." she whines as she digs her nails into his arm, something he'd probably have to cover up.

jungkook leans in to kiss her, her lips happily welcoming his. the kiss is messy quickly, both of their tongues fighting for dominance. y/n's wins as jungkook whines into the kiss, his free hand shaky against her hip. it really was so fun to watch him break.

y/n pulls away from the kiss, reaching down to pull his fingers out of her. he watches her with a puzzled expression. she lifts his slick covered fingers to her lips and sucks them dry, her eyes locked on his. she sees the way his eyelids flutter halfway closed and he has to fight to keep them open so he can keep watching her.

"w-why did you...?" is all he can muster as she pulls his fingers from her mouth.

"i'd rather cum around your cock."

jungkook feels his head start to spin. the power she held over him should be researched, truly. the magnetic pull towards her he felt whenever she appeared...it wasn't healthy. it wasn't good for his relationship with siyeon, and it definitely wasn't good for his health.

"you're unbelievable, y/n," he tells her and she shrugs. nothing she didn't already know. "i don't know how you do it...i don't care how i just..."

she knew what came next.

he looks down at her, his eyes with that usual desperate gleam in them. "i need you," he's pleading, pathetic and needy. how could she say no?

"mm, i bet you do," y/n smirks. she grabs the back of jungkook's neck, pulling him in for another kiss. he sighs happily against her lips before she pulls away. "want you inside me." she whispers against his lips and he whines like a hungry puppy.

she grabs his hand and pulls him into the nearest stall—not the handicap stall, they couldn't be so lucky.

as soon as the lock is on the door, jungkook toys with his jean buttons and zipper, fumbling a few times due to his rushing. he was already sweating. his shaky fingers finally get his pants undone, and he glances at y/n, who watches him, trying not to chuckle at his clearly frazzled and desperate state.

he grabs her waist and pulls her on top of him as he sits down on the toilet, y/n immediately straddling his hips. she hums at the position and reaches down to pull her dress up enough to where her core is exposed. she finds his open jeans and slips her hand in, pulling his aching length through his boxers and through the opening in his pants. god, he was so hard and leaking precum. his cock was desperate for her too.

clearly given up on his own morals by now, jungkook grips his length, watching as y/n lifts her hips up, aligning herself with his tip. she teases a little, sliding past his tip a few times, hearing him groan in distress.

"please, baby, no more teasing," jungkook nearly whines. "just let me—oh, shit..."

she had cut him off, of course, by finally sinking down on him, his cock instantly stretching her. her arms find his shoulders, draping her arms around them. "mm, there we go..." she hums as she sinks down further, his whole length inside her now.

"g-god, y/n, i—" jungkook's mouth goes dry as his hands find familiarity on her hips, gripping tightly this time. "you feel s' good..." he slurs his words, already drunk on her pussy.

"mm, yeah?" she teases verbally as she begins to ride him, her eyes locked on his. "you feel good too, baby..."

jungkook groans lowly, watching as she moves up and down on him. he couldn't tear his hooded gaze away from her face, the way her brows were furrowed in pleasure and her lips—her beautiful lips parted in a perfect 'o' shape.

he lets out a small yelp as y/n begins to bounce quickly on his cock, his grip on her grips tightening. "s-shit–"

she chuckles at his disheveled, desperate state. "hah, should've known you'd crack so quickly," she moves her hand to grip his chin. "always so weak in the knees for me, jungkookie...it's so pathetic."

jungkook whimpers at her change in demeanor, his big doe eyes wide as he stares up at her. his throat was dry, words failing him. his face heats up, the soft pink blush on his cheeks quite obvious.

"look at you...you're blushing," y/n pouts in faux sympathy. she hears the whimpers that follow every bounce on his cock, the sound music to her ears. "face it, you'll always come crawling back to me, huh? you can't help it, can you?"

jungkook gulps and shakes his head. "l-love being inside you..." he speaks, his hips bucking up slightly, thrusting up into her.

she moans at the feeling, smirking. "you wanna fuck up into me, jungkookie?" she raises a brow and he can't nod fast enough.

"w-wanna...so bad, y/n," he whines again and she chuckles at his desperation. he bucks hips up again, this time in a rhythm with her bounces.

the mix of her moans, his whines and groans, the skin slapping, and faint sound of music playing fills the bathroom. anyone else who might have walked in wouldn't have to guess what was happening in that stall.

"fuck, jungkookie," y/n moans his name, his cock hitting her spot perfectly with every thrust. her head lolls back for a moment, his grip on her hips tightening. "you feel so good inside me, baby..." she whispers the praise in her ear and he lets out a mix of a growl and a whine, his noises growing more needy by the minute.

"holy hell, y/n, i can't—" jungkook bites his lip as his thrusts grow more sloppy. "...can't hold for much longer..."

"cum for me, jungkookie," y/n speaks, her words mixing with a moan as her sounds heighten in pitch. "fucking fill up my pussy with your cum."

"i'm gonna—i'm—oh my god..." jungkook's eyelids flutter and he leans his head back, his load shooting into her, the milky substance filling her up. y/n's own release follows, her cum mixing with his as they both groan from the pleasure of their release.

as they both catch their breaths, y/n chuckles in success. she eyes jungkook, the way his neatly combed hair had since stuck to his sweat covered forehead. the way he looked completely spent, his chest rising and falling. she looks between them, the mixed cum that leaked out of her pussy to pool around the base of his cock.

she leans in to whisper in his ear, her voice low, sending a shiver through his body. "happy anniversary, jungkookie."

jungkook blinks, looking down at the mess, the up at y/n, who eyes him with a knowing smirk. he takes a deep breath, leaning his head back as he regains his train of thought. one word can sum up how he feels.

"fuck."

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