#she’s gonna win and they will be going back

[j3llyc4kes]

blindfolded 🐱 eating contest for your birthday!

tags: college au. this is just pure filth tbh, satoru just wants u all to himself lowkey. pussy drunk satoru, bestfriends w/benefits satoru, eerrrmm idk what else never good at these heh

ft. toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, suguru geto, satoru gojo & choso kamo

you don’t even remember what day of the week it is.

finals had completely shredded your brain, you haven’t slept in days, and even now, fresh off your last exam, you’re just floating. fucking exhausted. burnt out. ready to disappear into a coma and not emerge maybe like ever?

and the only reason you’ve made it this far is your bestfriend turned fuck-buddy satoru, who’s been your anchor and your headache all semester. he dragged you to your last lecture even when you didn’t want to go. he brought you takeout during your breakdowns. but he railed you so good when you needed a break from studying or let you ride him when you needed to blow off some steam when your professor gave you a shit mark.

and now, he’s tugging you into his frat house and grinning like the fucking grinch. he’s got that look on his face that screams ‘i’m about to get away with something diabolical’.

he gave you the run down before hand. well, kinda. he paid for your spa day paired with a full body wax and had you drinking hella cranberry juice, pineapple juice and lots of water a few nights beforehand.

he said, “need you reeeeal hydrated princess. you’ll see.”

you just went along with it. you hardly even remembered your birthday was today. you just figured he had planned a fun night for you and him now that finals were over.

but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“you’re gonna love it, sweets. promise.” he whispers, lips brushing your ear as he ties a black blindfold over your eyes, his voice all sugar and secrets.

“happy birthday, pretty girl.”

you open your mouth to ask ‘what the fuck is’—but then your knees hit the edge of a bed and you’re eased down onto a soft mattress. your dress is pushed up, your panties rolled down and off with a casual flick, and a chorus of familiar voices echo around the room, low and amused. you hear someone who sounds like his friend toji mutter,

“dude, she’s really letting us do this?” and someone else who oddly sounds like sukuna say, “cute. she’s already squirming.”

satoru’s voice cuts through the haze. “alright, alright. boys. you know the rules. first one to make her cum wins. birthday girl’s the judge.”

fuck me.

toji goes first. it’s unmistakably him—the size of his hands, the way he spreads your thighs with no patience, the cocky scoff against your pussy like he’s already won this little game satoru’s got going on. he doesn’t start slow. he’s real greedy, sucking your clit into his mouth like it’s his last meal, groaning against you, sending vibrations throughout your body. you gasp when he shoves two thick fingers inside with no warning. they’re long and calloused, curling up like he knows just where to aim.

“what’s wrong, birthday girl?” he rasps, tongue flicking quick and filthy.

you squirm, gripping the sheets. the wet squelch of your pussy as his fingers piston in and out of you are so loud, it’s almost embarrassing how turned on you are and you’ve barely started.

“gonna cum already?” and honestly, maybe—until satoru tugs him back, laughing.

“give the others a shot, meathead.”

sukuna’s next. he doesn’t even touch you right away. he just breathes you in—hot air fanning over your soaked cunt like he’s deliberately teasing, deliberately punishing you.

“mmmm,” he groans. “smells good,” voice laced with danger.

when his tongue finally meets your soppy cunt, it’s slow, pointed, deliberate. he flicks and laps with cruel control, dragging it from your dripping hole up to your clit, again and again, not letting you settle. he slaps your thigh once, hard enough to sting, and presses a thumb just above your clit while he sucks below it. the pressure is maddening.

“don’t fucking hold back,” he mutters, jaw working harder, faster, as your hips start to roll. “cum on my face, baby. make a mess all over me.”

you nearly do—but suguru drags him off with a smirk and a lazy “uh-uh, it’s my turn.”

suguru is smooth. the kind of smooth that should be illegal. sometimes you wish you had him as your fuck-buddy instead of satoru. but that’s not the point. he talks to you while he eats you out, one hand stroking your thigh, the other teasing your entrance, fingers warm and slow as he kisses your clit like he’s saying hello.

“shh, relax, pretty girl,” he coos, voice low and golden, “let me take care of you.”

his tongue works gentle circles while he slides one finger in, then two, curling them with infuriating ease. he doesn’t rush.

“ahh, that’s the spot, huh?” he says, pads of his fingers pressing right up against your sweet spot repeatedly. “don’t be shy. i know you want it.”

you whimper, thighs starting to shake.

“come on, baby. cum for suguru, yeah?”

he lets your body ride the edge, keeps you trembling, keeps your moans soft and helpless. you’re whining now, but right when you’re about to break, satoru pulls him off with a bark of laughter and clearly a tinge of jealousy.

“yeeeah. back in line, lover boy.”

choso is quiet and intense. he doesn’t say anything to you, but he just buries his face between your thighs. his tongue is everywhere—messy and warm, licking through your folds like he’s starving, like nothing in the world tastes better than you. he grips your thighs hard, presses them open until you’re spread wide, and focuses on your clit with a steady pressure that makes your brain melt.

“feels good, sweetheart?” he coos.

you nod, letting out a whimper. he peers up at you from between your thighs, if only you could see those soft brown eyes right now.

he smirks seeing you bite your lip and squirm, giving gentle kitten licks to your clit before diving back in.

you can feel how hard he’s breathing, nose pressing right up against your clit. you can feel how tight his grip is, how into it he is. every time you moan, he groans like he’s the one being touched. you buck your hips against his tongue.

he presses in deeper. tongue fucking your pussy so good and fuck, you’re right on the edge now, gasping, almost there—

but then there’s satoru.

he was waiting. just watching. lets everyone else play first while he leans against the wall, arms crossed, cock hard in his jeans and smug as he listens to every single sound you make. sounds that he loves to hear normally, but now he’s realizing how much he only wants to hear those noises for himself.

he steps in and pulls choso off of you when your voice is wrecked and your thighs are shaking.

“yep, that’s enough buddy.” he pats choso’s back and sends him to stand with the rest of them.

satoru lays between your thighs, seeing all the spit and slick dripping from your pretty pussy. he smirks.

“alright, watch and learn guys,” he murmurs, hands now smoothing up and down your thighs, licking his lips. “gotta make sure my girl finishes right.”

his mouth is insane.

all plush lips and eager tongue, smoother than suguru but sloppier than toji, focused like choso but just as cruel as sukuna.

he absolutely devours you, moaning into your cunt like he’s been dying for it, wrapping his arms under your thighs to hold you still.

“fuuck, this pussy tastes so good.” he moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he sucks on your clit. “could be down here all day, sweets.”

you gasp, a hand flying to his soft white hair, “f-fuck— toru!”

he smirks, looking over to the guys, giving them a wink before focusing his attention back on you and your dripping pussy.

he licks a long stripe up from your hole to your clit. his tongue flutters, circles, presses hard and fast against your sensitive nub until your vision whites out behind the blindfold. the room filling with the sweet sounds of your pornographic moans and satoru’s devastating tongue lapping up your cunt.

your hands grip his hair tighter when he sucks your clit just how you like it and he just groans, he loves it. as if this is the best gift he’s ever gotten in his entire life even though it’s your birthday.

“oh my god—“ you mewl, “r-right there, please don’t stop, toru.”

he wouldn’t even dream of it. he continues his relentless pace, licking and sucking so deliciously till it makes your legs shake.

your orgasm hits like a wave, crashing and hot and too much, your whole body curling as you cry out his name, cumming on his tongue, gushing all over his face. he slurps up every last bit of it, not wanting to waste a drop.

satoru lifts his head, face glossy, grinning. “huh, would you look at that. guess i win.”

toji scoffs. “maaan. this shit was fuckin’ rigged.”

sukuna growls. “i call bullshit.”

suguru laughs. he knew satoru wouldn’t let any of the guys win. after all, he’s the only one who knew you and satoru had been fucking for weeks now.

choso just shrugs, he probably would’ve won if satoru hadn’t yanked him off you by his pigtails.

but satoru doesn’t need to know that.

you’re panting, trembling, blindfold still in place—and satoru kisses your thigh before leaning up to whisper by your ear,

“don’t worry, princess. the night’s not over yet. we’re only getting started.”

happy birthday, indeed.

© j3llyc4kes

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[marrymekatemartin]

reader breaks up with a different d1 baller and ends up making out with one of the uconn wbb players (have fun!!)

tell her - A.F

pairing: azzi x reader word count: 928 warnings: making out, shower sex, fingering, orgasms, mean CC :( a/n: Ik you just said making out but I did add smut, the story still works without it! if you don’t wanna read that part, the smuts under the purple line!

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Your phone was buzzing, over and over and over. God, she couldn’t leave you alone.

But this was new, she’d usually text, she hadn’t called, until now.

The word ‘Caitlin’ lit up your screen, and you watched it ring, contemplating what to do.

Eventually you decide you have nothing better to do, sitting on your couch in your pyjamas, so you pick it up with a sigh. “Hello?”

You hear her voice on the other side, masking her vulnerability with an emotionless scoff. “Dude, you haven’t been answering? We need to talk, seriously, we can talk about this.”

“No we can’t, Caitlin, you called me a whore. That’s not something we can move past from.” You grumble, falling back against your couch.

“You were being a whore! You were all over Paige that night!”

“Paige? Bueckers? Are you kidding me? Oh my god, goodbye, Caitlin.”

“No one else is gonna want you, you know that right?”

You purse your lips, raising your eyebrows. “Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a promise.” She spits, before hanging up.

You sigh, laying on your couch in thought. You think of all the players you know, who might be interested in you? One comes to mind.

Azzi Fudd.

She’s always been head over heels for you, everytime you met with the UConn team her eyes were glued to you.

Subtle touches, glances that linger for too long, laughing at your jokes no matter how unfunny, and now was her chance.

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You show up to UConn’s next game, wearing Azzi’s jersey that she’d given you back when you were still with Caitlin. (Safe to say Caitlin didn’t appreciate that gift very much.)

You notice how Azzi’s eyes always find their way back to you, maybe it’s because you’re right on the court side, maybe it’s because you’re wearing her jersey, maybe it’s because she wants to kiss you senseless.

Despite your distracting presence, Azzi manages to put her all into the game, securing UConn another win.

Azzi immediately finds you on the court side, going in for a hug, but you dodge, pressing your lips against hers with such fervour it made her wince.

But she was on you as well, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you flush against her.

The kiss is messy, uncoordinated, bruising, and desperate.

Your arms wrapping around her neck while her hands squeeze your ass, your tongues and teeth scraping together as it grows more and more heated.

You hear the cheering of her teammates, the cheering of the crowd, as Azzi pushes you towards the locker room, your lips never leaving hers.

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You’re pushed up against a shower wall, both of you working to take off your clothes.

“Need you,” you whisper against her lips, and she nods breathlessly, taking her jersey off and leaving her bare.

You start to take your jersey off, but she stops you, grabbing your wrist.

“Leave it on, please?” She groans, the thought of fucking you in her jersey sending jolts of pleasure through her.

“Okay.” You whisper, not caring about anything but getting your lips on hers again. She leans in and kisses you just as desperately as before, her knee slotting between your legs. Her hand fumbles for the shower handle, turning the water on.

You don’t even blink when the cold water hits your skin, the jersey sticking to your skin, you just pull Azzi closer.

Soon enough the water turns warm, and you’re grinding your naked cunt against her bare thigh as you make out, desperate for any sense of relief.

She pushes your hips back, pulling her knee down. “You sure you want this?” She mumbles, and you nod, whining desperately and bucking your hips.

She moans, three of her fingers carefully slipping up your cunt. She doesn’t start slow, or gentle, or let you get used to the stretch, she just starts fucking you, at a brutal pace.

You gasp, clawing at her back to try and stabilize yourself. Your head falls against her shoulder, moans and sighs leaving your lips.

“That feel good, baby?” She mumbles into your ear, her free arm wrapping around your back to stabilize you.

You nod, rolling your hips to meet each thrust of her fingers. “S’good, so good…” you mumble, your mouth open and your eyes fluttering shut.

She gently rubs your clit with her thumb, your knees buckling at the added sensation.

“Shit- Azzi!” You gasp, your breathing heavy as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

Her fingers push up even deeper, curling and hitting a sweet spot so deep you never knew you had it.

She feels your walls clench around her, and she smiles. “You close?” She mumbles, the water and steam surrounding the two of you only adding to the heat of the moment.

You whimper and nod, grabbing her shoulders and stifling moans against her skin.

“Cum for me, it’s okay, let go, I’m here.” She whispers, and you do.

Her pace doesn’t slow down when you cry out in pleasure, or when your cum drenches her hand, or when you’re left clinging to her under the falling water, whispering her name over and over like a prayer.

She finally slows down when she’s sure you’re done, pulling her fingers out and sucking them clean.

“…did Caitlin ever make you feel like that?” She mumbles, her voice low.

“No,” you breathe out, still trying to catch your breath.

She hums, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “Hm, we’re gonna go again, and you’re gonna call her, and tell her that.”

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[wonyology]

New License, New Feelings

(m!reader x ITZY's YUNA)

masterlist

Summary: Shin Yuna just got her new license, and the first person she wants by her side is her best friend. Somewhere between the open road and quiet glances, it becomes clear: both of them wants more than just friendship.

Tags(?): fluff, friends to lovers, slice of life

YUNA x yourself/Original Male Character

Word count: ~6.7k

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[신공듀👸]

(Princess Shin👸)

i’m waiting~ can’t wait for you to get here 

finally~ 😚

this day has come 🚗🪪

[You]

almost there 

come down 

ㅋㅋㅋ

The light turned red at the intersection, giving you a brief pause in the slow hum of city traffic. Your phone buzzed again and you glanced down.

Four selfies appeared. You let out a soft laugh at those. Especially at the last one, Yuna was sticking out her tongue just a little, eyes looking in the other direction - in that silly, intentional cute way she always did. You stared at the screen longer than you should’ve, thumb hovering over the keyboard but not quite tapping it.

I’m so screwed.

You’d been crushing on Shin Yuna hard since middle school - back when you two sat together and she kept doodling on your notebook, back when Yuna’d called you her “favorite idiot” and made it sound like a compliment. You loved it anyway.

You two’d seen each other through every phase: middle school, high school, university and now - this chaotic, human sunshine of a girl who was somehow still the same Yuna underneath it all. And no matter how hard you tried to move on, you always circled back to her.

The light soon turned green as you tucked your phone down in the cupholder and drove the rest of the way with a dumb smile on your face.

Today’s gonna be a long day.

The turn to her apartment complex felt like the start of something new, though you weren’t quite sure what. You pulled up near the entrance and barely had any time to park properly before the glass lobby doors burst open. 

Shin Yuna.

She stepped out with her red hair simmered under the morning light like she’d just gone to the salon early in the morning just to get her hair done for this. A pink handbag hung off her shoulder. She was waving with her phone and sunglasses both in one hand. 

Damn, Shin Yuna was stunning. 

Your eyes trailed involuntarily down to her outfit. She wore a cropped white tee and low rise baggy black jeans, hanging on her hips in that maddening way.

Her hips… her hips. 

You swore you weren’t a pervert or anything but Yuna knew what she did wearing that. You’d known her forever. Long enough to know the difference between the usual playful Yuna and the dangerous Yuna.

She’d done this a few times before. That time last year she wore jeans two sizes too small and asked you to reach something off the shelf while stretching like a cat underneath you? Definitely not an accident. Or the way she somehow had to get up and go to the bathroom whenever you two hung out at a PC bang, brushing her hips against you every single time like it was part of some game she knew only she was winning.

Shin Yuna knew how dangerous she was.

And now here she was, swaying toward your car like she had all the time in the world - hips moving in that same old rhythm. The spring light shined over her hair, her shirt riding up just enough to make you brain lag. You gripped the steering wheel, heart thudding. 

When Yuna got closer, she dashed toward the passenger side, yanking the door open with a giant grin.

“AHN JAEWONNN~” she beamed in a singing voice. “Your princess has arrived.”

You tried to play it cool, but the helpless smile on your lips betrayed you.

“This excited already? Dramatic, much?”

“Shut up.” she huffed. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I passed that test. You’re so lucky you get to witness my debut.”

“Why me? Why not Ryujin-noona, Yeji-noona and… I don’t know, your dad?”

She pouted. “My dad doesn’t trust me enough with his car. Ryujin unnie and Yeji unnie didn’t either.”

“Oof.” you stifled a laugh. “Very smart people.”

She narrowed her eyes and then smiled sweetly again.

“But you, Ahn Jaewon~ you’re my best friend. And you taught me to drive, remember?”

“That’s all?”

“Nope.” she said, tilting her head. “I also like your car.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. Yuna grinned at you from where she stood, hand still on the door. 

“Now… get out~” she said, voice teasing but had that familiar stubbornness.

“Huh?”

She nodded toward your seat. “Out. Driver’s seat. Mine now.”

“I said you could drive when I decide it’s the right time.”

Yuna gave you that trademark whine of her - the one that she knew would always work on you. It’d gotten Yuna out of so many messes with you before.

“You said I could drive, didn’t you?~ Come on, bestie~” she was stomping on her feet like a kid being denied candy. “Move~ I’ve been mentally preparing for this day since I got the license.”

You groaned, pretending to be suffering. But you’d already unbuckled your halfway through her speech. A minute later, you both had swapped seats. Yuna bounced into the driver’s seat with a victorious squeal, adjusting the mirror with a proud grin. You watched her closely and sure enough - before she even started the engine, her hand was already resting on the gear selector.

“Yah, seatbelt.” you reminded her.

“Oh! Right, right.”

She reached for it lazily but you sighed and leaned over, already grabbing it for her.

“I got it.” 

Your hand brushed across her bare midriff as you reached over for the seatbelt - just a second of warm skin against your hand - but it was enough to make your heart do somersaults in your chest. Your face hovered close to her. Yuna sat very still, too still for her extroverted self.

You clipped the buckle into place with a soft click, the silence suddenly louder than it should’ve been.

“There, now you can kill us safely.” you murmured, playing it off.

“You wanted to touch me, didn’t you?” her eyes were gleaming.

You pulled back quickly, scoffing. “No, I did not.”

The playful Yuna was finally back with that smirk playing on her lips. 

“It’s okay. I’ll allow it. You taught me how to drive after all.” she said sweetly.

“Generous.”

“I know.” Yuna chirped, throwing the car into drive. You held onto the armrest with a quiet sigh. This ride was going to kill you.

Halfway through the drive, Seoul cityscape had long faded into rolling hills and stretches of beautiful empty road. Everything felt peaceful. Your car’s hum, the occasional sway of Yuna’s steering, the playlist playing low on the speaker. You then glanced at her.

“Yah.” you said, voice soft. “Why Gapyeong?”

Yuna’s eyes stayed on the road but you caught the small grin on her face.

“I dunno…” she said lightly. But you knew Yuna better than that, you knew she’d thought hard about it.

“Liar.”

That made Yuna glance your way.

“What, I can’t just want some fresh air and lake views?”

You hummed, waiting. 

“Okay… maybe because I remembered that one time we almost went. Back in high school.”

“The school trip we bailed on to go to Seongsu together?”

She laughed at the memory, eyes crinkling.

“Exactly. We told everyone we were sick and then spent the whole day hopping cafes and pretending to be adults.”

You grinned. “You wore those ridiculous sunglasses and called me 'yeobo' in front of the barista.”

“I was committed to the role!” she argued with a pout. “Besides, you didn’t even complain when she gave us free cake.”

 You shook your head, smiling as you stared out the window. “So now you wanna go?”

“Mm.” Yuna nodded. “We never made it to Gapyeong. I figured now’s the time. New license. New us. And you’re my emotional support passenger.”

You looked back at her, watching the way her hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly.

“Nervous?”

“Only a lot.” she grinned wider. “But with Ahn Jaewon here, I’ll survive.”

“You’re being weirdly sentimental today, Shin Yuna.”

“We’re going to Gapyeong today. It’s a beautiful place so I’m allowed!”

You chuckled. But Yuna wasn’t done. She began with a curious tone.

“So… why haven't you dated anyone?”

“Where is that coming from?”

Yuna blinked, focusing on the road. “We’re out of the city and it’s quiet. The vibes are right, dummy.”

You hesitated, fingers idly on the armrest.

“I don’t know. Guess I never felt the need. Maybe there wasn't anyone I seriously liked.”

“Not even Oh Haewon?”

You turned to her. “You remember Haewon?”

Yuna nodded. “Yeah, she liked you. Everyone knew since you two looked close.”

“I mean… we were only project partners. She was nice, yeah. Pretty cute but… I guess I wasn’t interested.”

“Why not?”

You leaned your head back against the headrest. “Maybe I liked someone else back then. She probably didn’t know.”

“Oh…”

“What about you? You’ve never dated anyone either.”

She bit her bottom lip. “Same reason. No one I really liked.”

“Boys lined up for you in high school, you know?” you added, glancing over at her. Yuna replied with a shrug.

“Yep. But I didn’t really like any of them. Hanging out with you was funnier. Better.”

You were amused. “Better?”

“You were my free comedy show. Emotional support. Still are.”

“I guess I am.” you glanced at her again. “You’re interested in dating now?”

Yuna smiled. “I mean, I’ve got a license now. Gotta start checking things off the list.”

“Can I ask you something, then?”

“Shoot.”

You rested your head on the window.

“Why’d you always ask me if this guy or that guy was okay? Back in high school. Even last year.”

Yuna tilted her head, trying to read your expression. “What do you mean?”

You exhaled. “You know what I mean, Yuna. Every time you were maybe slightly interested in someone, you’d bring it up casually. ‘Is he okay? What do you think of him?’.”

She stayed silent. You didn’t say it out loud, but it always bothered you. Every time she asked, you’d say that the guy gave you a weird feeling or an ick, that he looked like a walking red flag. He wouldn’t get her humor or keep up with her energy. But you knew you were projecting.

You always told yourself it was instinct. Now you wondered if it was jealousy.

“You always had something to say.” she said finally, eyes still on the road. “Didn’t like any of them, huh?”

You let out a soft laugh. “I mean, you should have high standards for your boyfriend. He should at least treat you better than I do. That’s the bare minimum.”

Yuna blushed at that, just the lightest shade of pink coloring her cheeks even in the passing shadows of trees outside. You watched the way her fingers tapped on the steering wheel, nervous energy leaking out.

“What, did I say something wrong?”

“No…” she muttered.

You leaned back in your seat, the corners of your lips curved in amusement. “You sure? You’re acting like I just confessed or something.”

“Just… funny. That’s all?”

“What is?”

She hesitated for a second, then said. “Thinking about how you always acted like some jealous boyfriend whenever I like someone. And yet-”

“And yet?”

Yuna shot you a side eye. “Yah! You don’t remember?”

“Remember what?”

She gripped the steering wheel hard. “Making out with Ryujin-unnie in highschool. You both are my best friends!”

“Oh yeah…” you let out an awkward laugh. “That. Sorry…”

“Unbelievable.” Yuna scoffed under her breath.

“I mean… It was just a one time thing.” you scratched the back of your neck. “We were bored, it was midterms and she said I looked kissable or something-”

“I would slam this car into a tree right now if I could.”

You chuckled. “Okay! Okay! Shin Yuna, I’m sorry.”

Yuna huffed. “Do you know how weird that was for me? I didn’t even want to look either of you in the eye.”

You were mixed with guilt and amusement. “I’m sorry… It was my first time kissing someone, you know that. I was curious… and it felt great.”

“YAH!” Yuna nearly swerved as she yelled, smacking your arm without taking her eyes off the road. “What do you mean it felt great? Are you bragging to me right now?!”

“Yah, yah! Drive carefully! You’re gonna get us killed!” you shouted, both panicking and laughing.

Yuna groaned. “I swear, if I wasn’t the one driving right now-”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry… Yeah, I get it.”

She muttered something under her breath, cheeks visibly pink. 

“You’re such a dickhead… Bragging about kissing my best friend like it’s something simple.”

“I’m not.” you said defensively. “It’s just- okay, maybe a bit. But I was like, what? Sixteen or seventeen. I was curious, okay?”

“I hated you so much for that.”

“You didn’t talk to me for a whole week after that. You really hated it, huh?”

“I did…” her tone flat. “Kind of. Maybe. I was just confused.”

You fell quiet, watching the way her lips pressed together. Yuna was holding back more.

“Still thinking about it?” you teased, trying to light up the mood.

Yuna rolled her eyes. “No. But I still can’t believe you chose Ryujin-unnie over me.”

Uh... What?

“What do you mean I chose her? I didn’t choose anyone? Besides, you wanted me to say ‘I want to make out with you’ to my best friend dead in her face?”

“I would’ve respected it at least.” Yuna scoffed.

“You wanted me to just randomly confess that I want to kiss you? Out of nowhere?”

She shrugged, staring straight ahead. “Not randomly. But, I dunno… maybe back then, I wouldn’t have minded hearing you say it.”

Your heart skipped. 

“You never said anything either, Shin Yuna…” you said, voice uncertain.

“I didn’t have to…” she said under her breath. “You always knew me better than anyone. I thought… maybe you’d just know, as my best friend.”

You thought about saying something. You really did.

“Yuna-ah.”

“Mm?”

Right then, you leaned back in your seat, gaze drifting outside the window.

“Nevermind.”

The moment passed, just like it always did with the two of you. The vibe lingered until the road signs began to change. The trees got denser, the air was crisper. Gapyeong welcomed you with its quiet streets and beautiful scenery of soft mountain silhouettes. Yuna slowly pulled into a small park parking lot, biting her lip as she scanned around for a spot.

“Ugh. Why is everything so tight?”

“Left. Turn the wheel more - no, no. More.” you said. “Okay. Keep going… uh huh, just like that. Keep going, slow…”

She finally eased the car into place with a small jerk as she hit the brake. 

“Good girl~” you said, already unbuckling your seatbelt as you pushed the door open. “Let’s go.”

Yuna froze, still gripping the wheel.

“What?” she mumbled, brain short-circuiting. You were already halfway around the front of the car, not even glancing back.

“Yah!” she called, cheeks burning as she scrambled to get out, not forgetting her pink handbag. “You can’t just say stuff like that and walk away, Ahn Jaewon.”

You grinned without turning around. “Hurry up. We’ve got to explore Gapyeong before it’s too late.”

Yuna shivered as a breeze swept past, the air here in Gapyeong was cooler than it had been back in Seoul. Her pink bag was slung over her shoulder, but she crossed her arm instinctively to warm herself up.

“Why didn’t you bring your jacket?” you frowned.

“I didn’t know it’d be like this!” she said.

You slipped your jacket off without a word then casually took her handbag off her shoulder. 

“Here.” you said, slipping the handbag onto your shoulder with no hesitation.

“Still doing this?” she asked, brows furrowed but clearly flustered.

“Still taking care of you.” you said simply. “Arms out, Shin Yuna.”

She stared at you a bit longer as you held the jacket open between your hands. “Come on, Yuna. Arms out.”

Yuna slowly extended her arms and you gently slipped the jacket onto her, tugging it into place.

“There.” you said. “Now you won’t freeze to death before we even get to the river.”

Then you walked ahead without saying anything, hands in your pocket, pink handbag bouncing slightly against your side. Behind you, Yuna finally caught up with her soft footsteps soft on the gravel path. Yuna gently hooked her hand around your bicep.

“You know this is why people suspect we’re a couple all the time, right?” she said, voice laced with both amusement and annoyance. You glance at her sideways, a smirk tugging at your lips. 

“Are you complaining or confessing?”

She let out a breathy laugh. “It’s a statement, Ahn Jaewon. Don’t get cocky.”

You started to walk a little slower to let Yuna stay close. After a few minutes of walking, Yuna tugged at your arm a little, gaze drifting toward a row of pastel-colored bikes parked under a big tree.

“Jaewon-ah~” she whined.

You hummed, knowing it was her sign to beg you for something.

“Let’s rent a bike.”

You raised your eyebrows. “We both ride?”

“No, dummy. You ride, I’ll sit behind you.” she replied, giving you a look. “How are you gonna get a girlfriend if you treat a girl like this?”

You laughed. “Bold of you to assume that I can get a girlfriend when you’re my best friend.”

“True.” She chuckled. “I’m too pretty. They would be scared they’d lose you to me.”

“Wow. So humble today.”

Yuna looked at you, her face smug. She then flipped her hair dramatically.

“I’m just stating facts.”

“Facts, huh?” you muttered, already taking Yunah toward the bike stand with you. “Pretty sure you just want an excuse to cling onto me again.”

“Is it working?”

You didn’t answer and picked out a blue bike with a wide back seat, testing the brakes.

“Hmm… this one’ll do.”

Yuna watched you with folded arms. “You sure you can handle riding me around here?”

“I’ve carried your emotional baggage for years.” you said, throwing Yuna a playful glance. “A few more kilos won’t kill me, Yuna.”

Yuna burst into laughter then climbed on behind you, hands wrapping lightly around your waist.

“C’mon! I’m excited!”

“Hold on tighter unless you want to fly off when I hit a bump.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you idiot.”

“I absolutely would. Try me.”

Yuna smacked your butt, laughing. “Let’s go~”

The bike wobbled for a second before you steadied it, feet pushing off the gravel as you rolled off onto the shaded trail. You two passed through the trees, with soft sunlight pouring through the new spring leaves that fluttered beautifully in the breeze. The air smelled fresh and light - maybe the beginning of something new.

Yuna’s laughter rang out behind you, bright and carefree as she tightened her arm around your waist when you started to pick up speed. Her cheek rested against your back. Right then, you could feel Yuna’s smile in the way her body leaned into yours. She trusted you more than you realized.

The road then curved along the edge of the mountain park, lined with cherry blossoms blooming. Petals scattered like confetti in the wind, catching her hair, dusting the path behind you.

“You okay back there?” you called over your shoulder.

“Perfect!” Yuna shouted over the wind, her voice was filled with breathless joy. “Don’t slow down.”

You didn’t. Yuna’s presence made you feel soft and warm. Her arms around you, head leaning against your back, laughter spilling out like she didn’t have a single worry. Neither did you when you were with Yuna like this. In this moment, with her laughter in your ears, her heartbeat against your spine, the wind between you. You smiled without realizing it. You then felt Yuna shifting slightly behind you, her arms loosening for just a second before tightening again - this time with her phone in one hand.

“Hi~” she said to the camera, cheeks flushed. ���I’m with Jaewonie right now.” she continued, angling the camera toward the both of you. You caught a glimpse of her phone from the corner of your eye.

“Don’t film me while I’m working.” you pretended to frown as you kept pedaling.

“Jaewon’s biking me around in Gapyeong like I’m a princess.” she said with a smug smile, ignoring your complaint. Then she leaned her head against your back again and whispered loud enough for the camera to catch. “He acts like I’m heavy but I know he likes it.”

You huffed a laugh. “Don’t spread lies on the Internet.”

She giggled and zoomed the camera on you. “Look at him. Acting cold but his ears are pink.”

You turned your head slightly, trying to dodge the frame. “You’re walking back to Seoul.”

“Liar.” she grinned, ending the recording and slipping her phone away. “You’d never do anything to hurt me.”

Yeah, you’re right.

As the bike rolled to a stop near some hanoks, the peaceful sound of water and the rustle of spring leaves wrapped around the both of you. You steadied the handlebars and glanced back at Yuna.

“Wanna rest a bit?” you asked, nodding toward the small wooden pavilion that sat at the center of the pond. The arched bridge leading to it made it look like something out of a drama. Yuna followed your gaze, eyes softening. 

“That thing in the middle?” she hummed thoughtfully before smiling. “Looks romantic.”

“Romantic?”

She quickly slipped off the bike, brushing something invisible off her pants. “Mm hmm.”

Yuna then linked her fingers behind her back. “Like the kind of place where someone confesses they’ve liked you all along.”

You smirked. “Too bad no one’s going to do that today.”

“Oh?” Yuna feigned surprise. “So you’re just bringing me to romantic spots for free?”

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just go sit before you say something dumb, Shin Yuna.”

Yuna walked ahead, still smiling. She looked at the calm water and the reflection of the pavilion ripping gently in the breeze. Then, her voice floated back to you, teasing.

“You better not ruin the mood, Jaewonie~”

You shook your head, grinning as you pushed the bike aside and followed her across the wooden bridge. The pavilion stood quietly and empty, wrapped in the soft scent of blooming cherry blossoms and distant trees. Yuna settled onto one of the benches in it, legs swinging slightly as she looked toward the sky. She then pulled out her phone and settled it on the rail before clicking the record button.

“Feels like a dream~”

You sat beside her, a little closer than necessary. “Feels like it when you’re not the one riding.”

“Be grateful I'm the one sitting behind you.” She turned to you with a perfect smile.

You looked at her - face lit by the spring light, red hair catching in the breeze, her eyes sparkling. 

Yeah, maybe it does feel like a dream.

“You held on to me the entire ride here.”

“I had to. You ride like you’ve got something to prove.”

“Maybe I did. You seemed to enjoy the scenic ride.”

Yuna shot back quickly. “I was trying not to die.”

You laughed. “You were laughing the whole time.”

“I laugh when I’m scared.”

You leaned in just slightly, teasing. “Is that what it was?”

Yuna shrugged, eyes turning back to the phone, still recording.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like holding on to you.”

“Is that so?” you blinked, caught off guard.

She turned to face you again, her smile gentler this time. “Mm. Don’t get used to it though.”

You smirked. “Too late.”

The breeze brought over the romantic vibe of spring as the two of you sat there, quiet. Yuna’s phone continued to record - cherry blossoms around, the glimmer of sunlight on her skin, your shoulders brushing slightly. Then she leaned in to rest her head on your shoulder.

“Let’s not post this one.”

“Why not?” you slipped your arm around Yuna to pull her even closer.

Yuna blushed. “I… want to keep this for myself.”  

Your chest warmed. “Okay…”

After a moment, Yuna asked softly. “Are we feeling the same thing?”

You looked at her, head still on your shoulder.

“Maybe. Are you?” you said, almost smiling. Yuna didn’t answer right away. Her eyes drifted to your lips before moving up to meet your eyes, searching.

Then, instead of answering, she leaned in. And you met her halfway there.

It wasn’t dramatic. Just a quiet kiss that tasted like cherry blossoms and spring air - a secret meant only for the two of you. When Yuna began to pull away, you gently pull her back in, not ready to let go yet. She let out the softest laugh, smiling into the kiss as her hand came up to rest on your chest.

Yeah, she was feeling it too.

When the kiss finally ended, the space between you was smaller than before - hearts louder, breaths softer. You looked at Yuna, still close.

“Mm… what are we?” you asked quietly.

Yuna smiled, a little shy, a little sure. “I’m not sure. But I don’t want to see you with anybody else.”

“Me neither.” you laughed softly. “I hate it when you ask me about other guys. I hate the thought of you being with anyone but me.”

She blinked, looking down with her cheeks flushing pink. Her hand still didn’t leave your chest.

“Guess we’re both a little selfish.” she murmured.

You tilted your head, brushing your nose against Yuna’s. “Or maybe we just know what we want?”

“Are you free next week?”

You nodded without thinking much. “Yeah. Why?”

She hesitated, then smiled a little. “Do you wanna go to… Yangpyeong? Just for two days. Just us.”

You raised a brow. “To do what?”

Her eyes flicked away, shy all over again.

“To… figure out what this is? Us only. No distractions.”

“Tempting.” you leaned back slightly, eyes playful.

“Tempting?” Yuna’s lips twitched into a smile.

You shrugged. “I mean, being alone with you in a cozy homestay, no one around, spring weather, maybe a fireplace…”

Yuna swatted your arm.

“Yah! Don’t get any ideas.”

“What?” you grinned. “I just said ‘fireplace’. You’re the one who’s taking it somewhere else.”

Yuna glared at you, clearly flustered. “You said it like that on purpose.”

“And if I did?” you leaned back in.

Her lips parted but no words came out. Instead, her gaze dipped to your lips and that was all the answer you needed.

“Relex.” you chuckled. “I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

“You better be.” Yuna muttered, but the way she was smiling made it clear she didn’t really mean it. “But… I’m excited. Just us.”

You nodded, serious this time. “Me too.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

After your quiet, romantic moment surrounded the cherry blossoms and trees in Gapyeong, something shifted in your relationship with Yuna. The kiss lingered in both your minds long after it ended. And without officially labeling anything, the way you talked to each other changed. 

That same night, Yuna texted you first - not just once, but a lot. Your phones were practically buzzing nonstop as you joked, teased and opened up more than usual. It wasn’t playful like before when you two were best friends. There was a new underlying warmth in everything, a softness in every “what are you doing?” and “did you eat?”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

The next day, you found yourself on a video call with her while brushing your teeth - something neither of you would’ve bothered doing before. She was still in bed, hair tied up in a messy bun, cradling her grey cat in one arm.

“Say hi to my child.” she murmured, turning her phone so you could see the sleepy cat blinking at you through the screen. You gave a little wave with your toothbrush. Then, Yuna looked at the cat and whispered, shy.

“You might have a dad soon if this thing goes well, Sarangie.”

You laughed mid brush, staring at the screen with foam still at the corner of your mouth. “I heard that, Yuna.”

She smirked, not denying it with her cheeks turning just a little pink. “I didn’t say it to you.”

“I know.” you smiled. “I still liked it.”

At midnight, just as you were about to sleep, your phone buzzed again with a notification.

신공듀👸has invited you to a shared album - 너와 나 (You and me)

Inside were memes, blurry photos and old photos of you two she took during high school and past hangouts. There were some that you didn’t even know existed - like that one of you dozing off on the bus, or the one where your hand was reaching out mid air and hers was already halfway meeting it.

At the end was a grainy selfie of Yuna, looking slightly annoyed but still soft. She even captioned it: “Thinking of you, I guess? Ew.”

[You]

what do you mean ew? 🧐

[신공듀👸]

you know what i mean

[You]

you were the one who told your cat he was getting a dad soon

[신공듀👸]

shut up

that’s between me and sarangie 🐱

[You]

i have the right to see my child, u know?

if not, i’m suing u

[신공듀👸]

ughh stoppp 

why are u making me smile again this is so annoyinggg 😡😤

A few seconds later, another message came through - a selfie of Yuna in a car. Her hair was slightly tousled. One sleeve of her hoodie slipped off her shoulder, revealing the grey tank top underneath.

And her expression? Deadly.

[신공듀👸]

this is revenge 😏

sufferrr 

[You]

i’m smiling so hard rn

[신공듀👸]

don’t u dare 😠

i’m already regretting sending u that

[You]

too late, shin nayu~

it’s saved in my brain forever now

She didn’t reply for a while. When you thought Yuna might’ve gone to sleep, another photo popped up - this time of Sarangie curled up beside her.

[신공듀👸]

your kid is sleeping. goodnight, fake husband

don’t dream of me too much, okay? 😴

[You]

goodnight my fake wife

no promises ㅎㅎㅎ

Moments later, Yuna sent you a voice message. Her voice was a little hushed, saying.

“Okay but seriously? I smiled like an idiot putting that album together. I hate you for that.”

You fell asleep with a smile still on your face.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Between your errands and Yuna’s lazy Wednesday off, you two kept texting - about nothing and  everything. She sent you a voice note of her yawning dramatically. You replied with a photo of your half burnt omelette. By late afternoon, she was sitting with Sarangie curled up in her lap again during another video call. That was when it happened. 

Yuna was talking about some dream she had - mostly nonsense about missing a train, losing her shoe and being yelled at by a random stranger. Then, she just casually added.

“Oh, and I had a dream where you introduced me as your girlfriend.”

“Oh~ And?”

Yuna paused for a bit too long.

“I… didn’t hate it.”

Just when you were about to say something, she scrunched her nose and changed the subject.

“ANYWAY~ I found a picture of you from high school where you look like wet seaweed, should I send you it?”

“Dropping a nuke like that and just dodging it?”

Yuna didn’t deny a thing.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

By Thursday, your chat history already looked like something out of a couple’s chat log, except you two still hadn’t put a label on whatever this thing was. That afternoon, Yuna sent you a photo of two beanies. One black, one grey. Both were simple, cuffed.

[신공듀👸]

what if i said couple beanies

would that be cute or icky?

asking for research purposes

You raised an eyebrow.

[You]

hmm

you work as a model so i’d trust your taste

i call dibs on black tho

[신공듀👸]

excuse me??? black is mine???

[You]

not anymore ㅋㅋㅋ

too slow, princess shin

[신공듀👸]

fineee i’ll take grey

but i better look good next to u

[You]

you always do, especially in grey

[신공듀👸]

stop doing that

i swear i’m actually gonna throw my phone away

[You]

so… do we wear them this weekend or what?

Yuna sent a selfie - her in a hoodie, grey beanie already on.

[신공듀👸]

just tried it. thoughts?

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

That morning, you arrived at Yuna’s family apartment a few minutes early, holding two iced americanos in hand. You rang the bell and waited. The door opened with Yuna’s mom standing behind it, smiling.

“Aigoo! Jaewon-ah! You’re here. Come in, come in. Yuna’s still doing her hair.” she said, waving you inside. Her voice reminded you of all those high school mornings when she’d nag Yuna at the door for making you wait too long.

“Good morning, eomeoni.” you bowed politely and stepped in.

Her dad was seated at the dining table, reading something on his tablet. 

“Oh, Jaewon-ah. Sit, sit. You know Yuna takes forever.”

You smiled, bowing to him. “Hi, abeonim.” Then you walked over to sit across from him, setting the iced americanos you brought on the table. “I came prepared.”

He chuckled, setting his tablet down. “She’s been in front of the mirror since breakfast.”

Yuna’s mom returned from the hallway. “Yuna’s doing her hair again. Aigoo.. This girl.”

You tried not to smile too much at that. Just then, Sarangie had strutted out from the hallway and leapt up onto your lap like he owned the place. He made himself comfortable, kneading your jeans a little before settling down with a soft purr.

“Oh?” Yuna’s mom laughed. “Looks like he missed you.”

Her dad glanced over. 

“It’s been a while since you visited and he still loves you.”

You chuckled, gently scratching under Sarangie’s chin. “I don’t know why, abeonim.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming~” Yuna called out.

She turned the corner and her eyes landed on you and the cat comfortably settled on your lap. 

“Oh~” Yuna said, stopping in her tracks with a little tilt of her head. “Sarangie misses you.”

“He jumped on my lap on his own. I didn’t bribe him or anything.”

Yuna walked over as she adjusted her jeans. “He always does that when you’re here. I think he likes your voice.”

She laughed softly, crouching down to scoop Sarangie in her arms but the cat gave a lazy meow. He clearly didn’t like it.

“Sorry but I need Jaewon now, baby.” She stood up and looked at you. “Got your keys?”

You nodded and stood, smoothing out your jeans. “I thought I was gonna drive.” 

Her dad spoke up even before she could answer.

“Yuna’s not driving is she?”

Yuna let out an exaggerated sigh. “Appa…”

He turned to you. “Jaewon-ah, did she drive okay last week? When you two went out?”

“Yuna… uh, got us there in one piece.” 

“That’s not exactly reassuring.”

“I drove fine!” Yuna protested. “You act like I crashed into something.”

“You almost hit the parking pillar once, honey.” her mom called out.

“It was a gentle turn, mom.”

“I think she’ll be okay under my watch, abeonim.” you stepped in calmly, glancing at her dad with a little smile. He gave you a long look, as if pleading you to rethink your life choices before putting your life in Yuna’s hands. You then picked up the two iced americanos you’d brought and handed one to Yuna. “Here. Before you start another argument.”

“You won’t regret it.” Yuna took it with a small grin.

You walked to the living room and picked up her weekend bag, slinging it over your shoulder with ease. It was heavier than expected.

“Did you pack for a week?”

“Essentials, dummy.” she said defensively. “We gotta be prepared.”

“For what? The end of the world? Zombie apocalypse?”

“You never know~” she said, then took a sip of the drink.

Her mom shook her head fondly with a sigh as you both headed toward the door. “Drive safely, and let me know when you arrive, okay?”

“Got it, mom~” Yuna called back cheerfully.

When you both had said goodbye and closed the door, her dad immediately turned to her mom. 

“Are these two kids dating?”

“I think they’ve been dating since high school. They just didn’t realize it.”

“Still calling each other best friends, huh?”

“Give them time. They’ll get there.” Her mom smiled to herself.

“They better.” Her dad picked up his tablet. “At this rate, even Sarangie’s figured it out before they have.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Outside, the sun had climbed a little higher, shining over the apartment complex driveway. It felt great, having the opportunity to spend time with Yuna like this. It was the perfect time to figure out whatever ‘this’ was between the two of you. You walked side by side down the steps with Yuna happily sipping her iced americano. Just as you reached the curb, you felt a sudden tug at your side. Yuna’s hand slipped smoothly into your jacket pocket.

“Yah, what are you doing?”

She grinned as she pulled out your car keys and held them up triumphantly. “Securing the car keys, Sarangie’s dad.”

“That title doesn’t come with driving privileges, you know.” 

“Too late~” Yuna sang, already strolling ahead toward the car like she owned the place. Her bag bounced on your shoulder as you followed behind.

“Your dad really didn’t want you to drive, Yuna-ah.”

“He’s just dramatic~” she said breezily, unlocking the car with a confident beep. “He’s not ready for me to grow up yet.”

You just chuckled and surrendered to Yuna, placing her bag gently in the back before sliding into the passenger side.

“You did drive okay last week though, so…” you muttered, fastening your seatbelt. “I’m trusting you.”

When Yuna got in, she didn’t start the engine right away. You glanced over and found her sitting, arms crossed like she was waiting for something.

“Hmm?”

Yuna huffed, turning her head dramatically to the other side.

“Waiting for my baby daddy to fasten my seatbelt for me. Apparently he’s too dumb to notice it.”

“Wow~ Woke up feeling like a princess today.”

“No.” Yuna sniffed. “I woke up hopeful. But now I’m just cold and betrayed.”

“Needy.”

You leaned over and reached for her seatbelt. As your arm brushed against her side, she sat up a bit straighter but didn’t move or help at all. Then you clicked the buckle into place.

“There. Your highness is now safely buckled in.”

“Finally.”

Yuna mumbled, still facing away like she hadn’t enjoyed every second of it. Then, right before you pulled back, you pressed a quick and soft kiss to her cheek.

Muah

You leaned back with a small grin, already excited for the trip. “Already acting like a spoiled girlfriend.”

Yuna slowly turned to you, touching her cheek. “I didn’t say you could do that.” She wasn’t annoyed, at all.

“Want me to take it back?”

“Nope.” She faced forward now, adjusting the rearview mirror. “You make it hard to pretend we’re just friends, you know. My parents really think we’re dating.”

“We’re on this trip to figure this all out, remember?” you smiled.

Yuna hummed in agreement, tapping her fingers lightly against the steering wheel. As the trip began, Seoul slowly gave way to open skies and emptier roads. 

“Yah.”

“Mm.”

“I think I already know, Jaewon-ah.” Yuna spoke up, voice soft as she kept her eyes on the road.

“Know what?”

“You and me.” she shrugged with a small smile on her lips. “It doesn’t feel confusing anymore.”

You looked over at Yuna - at how comfortable she looked, at how hopeful she was thinking about the possibility of you two becoming more than just “best friends”. Without saying much, you then rested your hand on the center console, tapping it a little to get Yuna’s attention. She glanced down at it, then back at you. You still kept your hand there, waiting. After a second, Yuna lifted one hand from the wheel and slid it over yours, letting her fingers slip between yours. Both of you knew what this meant. Both of you’d been waiting for too long.

Seoul was now long behind you. And with every kilometer you passed, it felt less like you were leaving something and more like you were heading toward it.

Together. You and Yuna.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

a little something to start the week? i hate monday.

[ashthesalamipiece]

Idk if you did this already but I LIVE for the idea of Katsuki and you guy’s kids (when they’re already teenagers) playing some kind of game or video game even together, then he ends up losing to them and they start mocking him in a true bakugou fashion, and he just hits them with the “alright now I’m gonna go fuck your mom” and goes to the room where reader is doing whatever she’s doing I would love to see their reactions loll

Game Over, Old Man

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (established relationship)

Rating: T for Teen (language, suggestiveness)

Genre: Domestic fluff, humor, crack-ish

Word Count: ~2,400

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It starts with a bet.

You’d been curled up in bed with a book, enjoying the fleeting silence of a Saturday evening when you heard the words that would inevitably shatter it.

“If I win,” your daughter’s voice drifted down the hallway, smug and sharp, “you’re buying us dinner. Sushi. The expensive kind.”

“Hah?” came Bakugou’s gravelly bark of a reply. “Like hell I’m losin’ to either of you extras. You’re gonna be beggin’ for cheap-ass convenience store onigiri when I’m done.”

That’s how it always started.

You weren’t worried. Not anymore. The first few years of parenthood, sure — you panicked every time Katsuki and the kids started yelling at each other during a game. But you’d long since learned that the louder they got, the more they were actually enjoying themselves. Loudness was their love language. Trash talk was just foreplay for family bonding.

You kept reading.

---

In the living room, war was waged in the form of Smash Bros.

Bakugou sat in the middle of the couch, flanked by two equally feral teenagers: your daughter, 16, cocky as hell, and your son, 14, sarcastic to a dangerous degree. They were each locked in battle, fingers moving with inhuman speed, the glow of the flatscreen bouncing off their faces like the firelight of a battlefield.

Your daughter was screaming.

Your son was cackling.

Bakugou was seething.

“Who the hell put the banana there?!”

“That was me.” Your son didn’t even look up from his controller. “Your reaction time’s kinda sad, old man.”

“Shut your damn mouth, I was—WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

“Your death animation?” your daughter grinned, sharp and victorious. “It was beautiful. Chef’s kiss.”

“I swear to god—!”

The match ended. Loud, triumphant victory music blared from the TV.

KO.

Player 1 Wins.

“Again,” Bakugou growled, gripping the controller like he wanted to crush it.

“Bro,” your son said through laughter, “you’ve lost the last three matches.”

“Four,” your daughter corrected. “Technically, five if you count warm-up.”

Bakugou turned, slowly, eyes narrow. “Y’all really think you’re funny, huh?”

“You were a Pro Hero,” your son said, like he was recounting a tragic historical event. “A legend. And now you’re just…this.”

He gestured vaguely toward his father’s stiff posture and clenched jaw. It was a miracle the controller hadn’t exploded from sheer Bakugou tension.

“You good, old man?” your daughter asked, smiling with that infuriating sweetness that only his child could weaponize. “Need a break? A nap, maybe?”

That was the last straw.

Bakugou stood, slow and menacing. He set the controller down. Adjusted his sweatpants.

Then—

“Alright,” he said. “I’m gonna go fuck your mom.”

Silence.

Both kids stared at him, horrified.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

“EW, DAD—WHY?!”

“MOM’S INNOCENT—SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”

“Too late,” he said, already walking off. “She married me.”

“YOU’RE A MONSTER!”

“SUFFER.”

He didn’t look back.

---

You heard it all.

Even before Katsuki entered the bedroom, you could hear the wailing.

“Why does he always do that?!”

“He says it like it’s a goddamn mic drop!”

“I need bleach for my brain!”

Katsuki walked in, smug as hell. You were still on the bed, half-laughing to yourself, pretending to keep reading.

“You really said it again?” you asked, not looking up.

“Damn right I did.”

“They’re never gonna have normal relationships, you know.”

“They started it.”

You finally glanced up. He was already pulling his hoodie off, smug grin still carved into his face.

“You’re just mad they kicked your ass.”

“I let them win.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Babe. You were sweating.”

He scoffed, flopping down on the bed beside you like a man who hadn’t just traumatized his children.

“They need to learn what happens when they talk too much shit.”

“Psychological warfare?” you asked dryly.

“Damn right.”

---

Ten minutes later, the door creaked open.

Your son peeked in, cautiously.

“Is it safe?”

You smirked. “Define ‘safe.’”

Katsuki didn't even look up from his spot, arm thrown over his eyes. “If you’re gonna cry, go do it somewhere else.”

“I’m emotionally scarred,” your son muttered, stepping in with your daughter behind him.

“Traumatized,” she added.

“Therapy bills are on you,” your son said, pointing accusingly.

“You little brats started it,” Katsuki said, cracking one eye open. “Callin’ me old. Shit talkin’ like you’re hot shit.”

“We are hot shit,” your daughter snapped.

Katsuki sat up. “Bet.”

You raised a hand. “Nope. Absolutely not. We are not doing another match right now.”

“But he started it!” she protested.

“He always starts it!” your son agreed.

“You insulted my reflexes!”

“Because you’re slow!”

“Say that again and I’ll throw your ass out the window.”

You slid off the bed with a sigh, grabbing your phone.

“Okay, everyone shut up or I’m recording this for Instagram Live.”

That did the trick. Four pairs of red eyes turned to you in horror.

“You wouldn’t.”

You tapped the camera app.

“She would,” Katsuki muttered, rubbing a hand down his face. “Don’t tempt her. She’s evil.”

“Learned from the best,” you shot back.

---

Later that night, after the kids had retreated to their rooms (still muttering about brain bleach and parental betrayal), you sat on the couch with Katsuki, legs tangled, a half-eaten bag of chips between you.

“They really are mini-yous,” you said.

Katsuki groaned. “I know.”

“And you love it.”

He scowled. “I tolerate it.”

“Sure.”

“Shut up.”

You smiled into his shoulder. He didn’t say it, but you knew. He lived for this shit. For their fire, their fight, the way they gave it back to him tenfold. They were his world. Even when they were kicking his ass in video games and screaming over the trauma of his parting words.

Katsuki glanced down at you.

“I meant it, you know.”

“Hm?”

“Gonna fuck you.”

You laughed. “Right now?”

He shrugged. “Eventually. Gotta win something today.”

[cosmiclily]

❝ First Love/Late Spring ❞

(part three)

• vi x f!reader

summary: y/n rebuilt her life in piltover, burying the trauma—and the love—she lost in the undercity.

but when vi reappears, alive and changed, the memories she buried begin to claw their way back.

some ghosts don't stay dead. and some wounds never heal.

wc: 4k

cw: canon type of violence, talking about injuries, blood etc.

notes: 🕺🏻 how are you guys? hope everyone is okay !! part four is already on the way!

masterlist - part two

You couldn’t breathe.

It was like you were back in that burning building—smoke filling your lungs, blood trickling down your temple. Caitlyn was speaking, her lips moving in front of you, but the sound didn’t reach your ears. Everything was muffled, distant, like the world had slipped underwater.

“This was a waste of time. Let’s go, Y/N” she said, placing a hand on your arm.

You didn’t resist. You just let her guide you away.

“Couldn’t have put it better” Vi muttered from behind the bars. “Hey—give Silco a kiss on that winning eye of his, will you?”

Her voice sounded like it came from miles away.

Your head spun, like when you were a kid and used to twirl until the world blurred around you. But there was no laughter now—just nausea and dread bubbling in your throat.

Then Caitlyn stopped, flipping open the folder she’d brought, and turned back toward the cell. “Does this mean anything to you?” she asked, holding it up.

In the blink of an eye, Vi was at the bars, gripping them tightly—her face inches from Caitlyn’s… and yours.

She didn’t even look at you.

What is going on? Does she not remember me? Is she just pretending because I’m with an Enforcer?

“Where did you get this?” Vi asked, her voice low and sharp. There was anger in her tone—but confusion in her eyes.

“My question first,” Caitlyn replied coolly. “Did he work for Silco?”

Vi scoffed. “Uh, they all do. How can anyone not know that? Even your weird mute friend over there probably knows it.”

She nodded in your direction—finally acknowledging you—and it snapped you out of the trance you'd been stuck in.

“Where did you find this?” She asked again.

“There was an attack,” you answered before Caitlyn could. “This was part of the evidence left behind.”

You didn’t know what this was anymore—what any of this meant. But you couldn’t just stand there and be useless.

So you swallowed the bile rising in your throat, ignored the aching pit in your chest, and kept your voice steady.

“Oh, so she speaks” Vi drawled sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes. “We need proof of what you’re saying about Silco.”

“I could get it for you,” Vi said with a smirk. “Just not from in here.”

You recognized that tone immediately—the snarky, manipulative charm she used when trying to get her way.

And for a flicker of a second, you almost smiled. God, you missed her voice.

Caitlyn scoffed. “In what mad world would we trust someone like you?”

“Someone like me?” Vi’s voice sharpened, her brows drawing together. “You Enforcers are all the same. Just assholes in fancy uniforms pretending you’re better than the rest of us.”

You saw Caitlyn flinch. That one landed—because if there was anything she prided herself on, it was not being like the others. She wanted to change the system from the inside.

And Vi had just called her bluff.

“You know what? Find Silco yourself” Vi said flatly, stepping away from the bars.

“I will. Thank you” Caitlyn snapped, turning to leave and tugging you along.

“Hmm… Undercity’s gonna eat you alive” Vi called after you.

The elevator ride back was silent—tense. Caitlyn was already flipping through her notes, planning the next move.

But you weren’t there.

You were stuck in the past, hunted by memories you’d tried so hard to bury.

“Do you really think Silco has something to do with this?” Caitlyn finally asked, glancing at you. Her folder sat open in her hands, full of scribbled notes and arrows.

“If he does…” You hesitated. Then forced yourself to lie. “I think it’s even more dangerous to keep digging. We should just go home. Let it go.”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on with you? You don’t sound like yourself. And you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You looked away. “It’s nothing, Caitlyn. I just… I don’t think this is safe.”

“Well,” she muttered, closing the folder with a sharp snap, “that’s a shame.”

Talking to her felt like trying to reason with a wildfire—stubborn, determined, and impossible to contain. You weren’t going to change her mind. Not now.

So you focused on what you could control: making sure she stayed safe.

“Stay here” Caitlyn said, heading toward the guard at the front desk.

You didn’t argue. Any chance to step away and process this was a mercy.

You pinched your arm, hard—just to make sure.

“Okay… this is real” you whispered to yourself.

If this was real—if Vi was really here—then why was she acting like she didn’t know you?

Did she… forget?

Had you spent the last seven years mourning someone who didn’t care? Someone who could just erase you from her memory like you meant nothing?

“He gave me the keys. Let’s go get her out,” Caitlyn said, suddenly reappearing at your side, a ring of keys in one hand and her folder in the other.

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In broad daylight, there was no denying it—that was Vi.

Older. Taller. Broader. But still Vi.

She stood at the edge of the city, wind tugging at her pink hair, her expression calm—so unlike the wild anger you'd seen back in the prison cell. She looked peaceful. Free.

And all you could do was stare, desperately trying to piece together the girl you once knew with the woman standing in front of you now.

“Do you…” you started, your voice barely audible—but before the words could fully form, Caitlyn cut in.

“I heard the bathysphere has a good view,” she said, nodding toward it. “Might be a smart way to get a lay of the land.”

But before either of you could move, Vi was already vaulting over the ledge, sprinting across the rooftops like she’d never stopped.

“Wait!” you shouted, taking off after her without thinking.

You didn’t check if Caitlyn was following, or even if she knew where to go.

You just ran.

You caught fleeting glimpses of Vi’s silhouette ahead, her shadow dancing over rooftop edges and vanishing behind crumbling walls. For a moment, it felt like you were kids again—racing through the Lanes, competing to see who could climb faster or laugh louder.

“Vi! Wait!” you yelled again, lungs burning, legs aching.

And for the briefest heartbeat, she hesitated—just long enough to glance over her shoulder.

But then she kept going.

By the time you caught up, she was standing beside a rusted trash can, shrugging on a red jacket as a low groan echoed from somewhere inside it.

She looked infuriatingly calm, not even out of breath.

You doubled over, panting hard. You’d almost lost your touch.

“Didn’t think you’d keep up,” she said, smirking as she leaned back against the wall. “The other Piltie sure couldn’t.”

Other Piltie?

“You…” you began, voice shaking as your brows drew together. “You really don’t know me?”

Vi straightened, the smirk faltering. “Should I?”

Her tone wasn’t mocking. It was cautious. Genuine.

Like she truly didn’t recognize you.

And your stomach dropped.

Because it wasn’t denial.

It wasn’t a game.

It was the truth.

She didn’t remember you.

You blinked at her, the words caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat.

Should I?

You wanted to scream at her.

Yes. You should. You should remember the nights we curled up together in your too-small bed, whispering secrets in the dark. You should remember the way you looked at me when you asked if we should run away together. You said I was the only thing that made the noise in your head stop.

But you didn’t say any of that.

Because the Vi standing in front of you now looked at you like you were just another stranger in the crowd.

And maybe… to her, you were.

“I—I guess not,” you whispered.

Vi shrugged, like it meant nothing. Like she didn’t keep cracking open the box you’d spent years burying.

You felt it all rise—the ache in your throat, the sting behind your eyes, the pressure in your chest. Every feeling you’d locked away in the darkest part of yourself came clawing back to the surface once again.

But you clenched your jaw, swallowed hard, and held your breath.

You’d already fallen apart once today.

Not again. Not in front of her.

Vi glanced sideways at you but said nothing, her jaw tightening.

A loud thud broke the silence, and Caitlyn landed awkwardly beside you, dirt streaking her skirt and frustration all over her face.

“There you are,” she panted, brushing herself off. Her gaze bounced between the two of you, instantly picking up on the tension. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly—too quickly.

Vi tossed a bundle of clothes at both of you, cutting off any further questions. “Welcome to the Lanes.”

She stepped off the wall and walked toward you. Caitlyn gave you a sharp look before turning to Vi.

“You almost got me killed,” she snapped.

Vi scoffed. “My little sister could do that when she was seven. All us fissure folk can. Don’t you want to blend in?”

Then, with a tilt of her chin, she nodded toward you.

“Besides, your little friend here got the hang of it pretty fast.”

Caitlyn stiffened. “Well, yeah. That’s because she’s from here,” she said, like it explained everything.

And maybe it did.

Vi’s eyes narrowed, her focus shifting to you fully now. You could almost see the gears turning behind her eyes, like she was trying to solve a puzzle she didn’t even know she had.

After a pause, she said flatly, “Go change.”

You swallowed hard and took the clothes without a word.

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As you followed Vi through the Undercity, you finally had the chance to take in your surroundings. It had been seven years since you'd last walked these streets, and somehow, everything had changed—and yet, nothing had.

The buildings still leaned at odd angles, pipes still hissed from every direction, and the air still smelled like smoke, rust, and desperation. But there was something different now. A heaviness. Like the soul of the place had shifted.

Caitlyn clung to your side, wide-eyed and stiff, like a deer dropped into a wolf den. You couldn’t help but snicker.

“What?” she whispered, catching your smirk.

“Nothing. You just look terrified. It’s kinda funny.”

“It’s not funny. Where is she even taking us?”

Before you could answer, Vi made a sharp turn and stopped at Jericho’s—some hole-in-the-wall food stall that looked like it might collapse if you sneezed too hard. She claimed she needed to “gather information,” but really, she just shoved food into her mouth, grinned at the greasy owner, and mumbled something about how she’d missed “this slob.”

You rolled your eyes. Typical Vi.

As you kept going, you passed near the Last Drop. And just like everything else, it was familiar and foreign all at once. The same chipped walls, the same drunk regulars slumped on the steps—but the vibe was wrong. Muted. Empty. Even with the new bright neon sign glowing, it felt hollow. Like something important had died here and no one had noticed.

Caitlyn threw a suspicious glance at the building, then turned to Vi. “Well, that place looks like it has bodies buried in the basement.”

Vi stiffened. “You don’t know anything,” she muttered before storming off, putting distance between the three of you.

You recognized that tone.

And judging by the look on Caitlyn’s face, she was starting to connect the dots.

“So,” she whispered, voice low, “are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to figure it out myself?”

“There’s nothing going on,” you said quickly, arms crossing in defense as you stared straight ahead.

“Y/N…” Her voice softened. “The moment you saw that board in my room, you looked like you’d seen a ghost. At first I thought it was the explosion—trauma, or something. But ever since we got her out of prison, you’ve been different. And now this?”

She gestured vaguely toward the Last Drop.

“The way she reacted. The way you reacted.”

You looked at her—and all you saw was concern.

“It’s complicated, Caitlyn,” you murmured. “If we have time, I’ll explain.”

Before she could press further, Vi stopped in front of a tall, garishly lit building.

A brothel.

On any other day, Caitlyn’s expression alone would’ve been comedy gold—horrified, scandalized, deeply uncomfortable. But you weren’t in the mood to laugh.

“The one place all the secrets spill” Vi said casually, making her way into the building like she owned the place.

The scent of incense, sweat, perfume, and cheap liquor hit you all at once. Laughter echoed from somewhere deep inside. Music played, low and pulsing, like a heartbeat.

You walked through the dim hallway, past open doors and soft voices, some moaning, some laughing. Caitlyn looked like she might bolt at any second.

“How exactly is a brothel supposed to help us?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at Vi.

Vi turned on her heel, surveying you both before her gaze locked onto Caitlyn.

“Let 'em think she works here.”

“Excuse me?” Caitlyn gasped, drawing herself up indignantly. “I will not!”

Vi just smirked.

“You know what your problem is?” she said, circling Caitlyn slowly. “You expect everyone to give you what you want. But if you really want people to talk, you have to let them think you’ve got something they want.”

“And what do I have?” Caitlyn asked, confused and visibly offended.

Vi stepped in close, crowding her space, one hand braced beside her head as she pinned Caitlyn to the wall. “You’re hot, cupcake.”

Caitlyn’s jaw dropped, scandalized.

“So,” Vi smirked, voice low and teasing, “what’ll it be—man or woman?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t pretend it didn’t sting.

The way Vi looked at her and how Caitlyn looked dazed, flustered in a way you didn’t want to think too hard about. That bitterness coiled in your chest like acid. You wanted to walk away, leave them both there, but instead you just snorted, forced a laugh, and turned your eyes to the hallway.

After a short, awkward transaction with a man in a clown mask and “Matilda”, Vi disappeared into a back corridor—and, of course, you followed without question.

“She’s not a bad person, you know?” you said softly, your voice echoing in the dim hallway. “She’s genuinely trying. You could cut her some slack.”

Vi didn’t slow down. “She’s an Enforcer,” she said with a shrug. “Doesn’t really matter how much she’s trying.”

You frowned but didn’t push it further.

The conversation fell quiet as you reached the door to the back office. Babeth, the brothel’s madam, looked up from behind her cluttered desk. Her painted eyes widened in surprise, and a slow, knowing smile curled her lips.

“Would you believe it?” she said with a chuckle. “The two of you. Together again.”

Vi shot you a look—confused, almost wary—but didn’t say anything.

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The conversation with Babeth was brief. She talked about how much had changed since you’d left—How Silco now ruled the Undercity with an iron grip. Vi asked about Powder, her voice strained with something between hope and fear.

You didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. That Powder was gone. That she went by Jinx now. That she worked for Silco.

Babeth either didn’t know—or pretended not to. She kept it short and to the point, finally telling you that Silco’s second-in-command had been visiting the brothel regularly. She promised to have her runner, Miguel, find out where the woman had gone next.

“I owe you” Vi muttered to Babeth before you turned to leave.

As you made your way back through the hall, you passed one of the open rooms. Caitlyn was still inside, lounging confidently beside a masked woman who looked thoroughly entertained. Her posture was relaxed now, her earlier panic long gone.

You couldn’t help it—you giggled.

“So,” Vi said as she fell into step beside you, shooting a glance your way. “What did she mean by ‘the two of you together again’?”

Your smile faltered.

There it was—the door you weren’t sure you were ready to open.

You kept your gaze ahead, feet moving even though your chest tightened with every step.

“When we first got here,” Vi continued slowly, her voice softer now, “you asked if I really didn’t know you. And now this?”

She stopped walking.

You turned, and found her watching you closely—eyes narrowed, brows drawn.

“Who are you?”

The hallway felt smaller now, like the walls were pressing in, waiting for you to answer.

“We knew each other,” you said quietly. “Before…”

Your voice trailed off. Knew was too small a word for what the two of you had been. But saying the truth—what it really was—felt like standing too close to a flame you’d spent years trying to put out.

“I worked at the Last Drop,” you continued, forcing your voice to steady. “Back when Vander was still alive. At first, I was just another kid trying to get by—cleaning tables, scrubbing floors. But toward the end, it wasn’t really about working anymore. It was just… spending time with you.”

A small, sad smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“And Claggor. And Mylo. And Powder.”

Vi’s expression shifted at the mention of her sister. Her brows drew together, lips parting slightly, like she was trying to summon a memory she couldn’t quite grasp. You could almost see it—the flicker of something behind her eyes, just out of reach.

“Why don’t I remember you?” she asked, more to herself than to you.

“I don’t really know,” you said, a quiet sadness in your voice. “At first, I thought you were messing with me. That I showed up with an Enforcer and you were pretending not to know me just to piss me off.”

You gave a breathy, humorless laugh.

“But… you’d never be that cruel.”

She stared at you, face unreadable. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of it hung between you, heavy and brittle.

“Seven years,” you whispered. “That’s a long time to forget someone.”

Vi’s jaw tensed. She didn’t speak—just watched you like she was willing herself to remember. Like the truth was on the tip of her tongue but refused to come out.

“I was there that night,” you said, your voice soft but steady, despite the weight of the memories pressing on your chest. “When everything went to hell. When they died.”

The shadows of that night flickered across your eyes like ghosts.

“I thought you were dead. I woke up in the rubble. I found Claggor… and Mylo. Just their bodies. I thought maybe you were buried underneath the debris. I looked everywhere. I looked for hours before I even dared to leave.”

The tears burned, but you blinked them away, refusing to let them fall.

Vi’s brows furrowed, a deep line forming between them. She looked… lost. Not just confused—haunted.

“I remember that night,” she said slowly. “I remember the smoke. The panic. Vander. Powder. All of it. But you…”

She shook her head, almost angrily.

“If everything you’re saying is true—if you were there—how can I remember everything else and not you?”

The ache in your chest twisted like a knife. You didn’t know the answer. Maybe you never would.

Before either of you could say another word, Miguel appeared at the end of the hall, slightly breathless but eager.

“She’s at the Last Drop,” he announced. “Sevika. She's there now.”

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Vi’s confusion melted away, replaced by something sharp and deadly. Determination. Purpose.

Her body tensed, fists already clenched at her sides.

She didn’t say anything else.

She didn’t need to.

You could see it in her eyes—she was going after Sevika, and if she had to rip through half of Zaun to get to her, she would.

And you would follow. You always did.

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Things could’ve gone worse.

Well—technically, they also could’ve gone way better. But if Caitlyn had shown up even three seconds later, you weren’t sure Vi would still be breathing.

So yeah… definitely could’ve gone worse.

Your fighting skills were rusty—too many years spent lurking in shadows, dealing in whispers and favors instead of fists. You used to be better than this. Used to be sharper, quicker. But that part of you had dulled with time. And Vi… well, Vi had always been the fighter. That was her role.

“You don’t need to learn how to throw a punch,” she used to say, smug and soft in the same breath. “I’ve got you. Always.”

And once upon a time, you’d believed her without question.

Now she was bleeding out in your arms, and all you could do was try to keep pressure on the wound and curse under your breath.

“Goddamn it, Violet,” you muttered, jaw clenched as your shaking hands pressed against her side. “Still charging into shit without thinking. Still reckless.”

Vi winced, coughing weakly as she tried to shift. “Nice to know my near-death brings out your sunny side.”

“I’m serious,” you snapped, your voice raw with fear and frustration “This wasn’t a bar fight. Sevika gutted you.”

Vi groaned again, eyes fluttering. “I’ve had worse.”

You looked down at her, torn between disbelief and heartbreak. “You always say that.”

She blinked slowly, unfocused. “How would you know?”

You hesitated. Your hands didn’t.

You keep forgetting she doesn’t know you anymore.

“Lucky guess,” you muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Caitlyn dropped beside you, eyes quickly assessing the wound. “We need to move. Fast. She’s losing too much blood.”

Vi’s head lolled toward her. “Why’d you let Sevika go?”

“I had a choice,” Caitlyn said, sounding more tired than angry. “Chase her—or save you. You’re welcome.”

Vi tried to push herself up, groaning, but you shoved her back down firmly. “Stay still, for fuck’s sake.”

“Do you ever say thank you?” Caitlyn muttered, more to herself than to either of you.

Vi let out a weak, breathy laugh, blood on her lips. “He’s gonna know we’re here now.”

“And whose fault is that?” Caitlyn shot back, already holstering her gun.

Vi’s bravado faded as her strength drained. Her body slumped against you, the weight of her heavier now. You adjusted your hold, steadying her, and for a moment—just a moment—her eyes met yours.

And something flickered there.

“Why do you look at me like that?” she asked suddenly, her voice fragile, almost afraid of the answer.

You swallowed, the lump in your throat nearly choking you. “Because I knew you. Before all this.”

She frowned, studying your face like she was still trying to solve a puzzle but the important pieces were missing. “I feel like… I should remember you.”

“I know,” you whispered, brushing a blood-matted strand of hair away from her cheek. “I wish you did.”

You didn’t dare say more. Not now. But Caitlyn glanced at you then, something shifting in her expression—like maybe she’d finally figured out why you’d been acting so strange. Why the way you looked at Vi wasn’t casual. Why your anger and fear had bled into something more personal.

“You’re an all-right shot, cupcake,” Vi mumbled, voice slurred, trying to lighten the moment even as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

“I’m an excellent shot,” Caitlyn replied, looping Vi’s other arm around her shoulder. “And stop calling me that. My name is Caitlyn.”

Vi groaned as the two of you began to lift her out of the alley. “But you’re so sweet… like a cupcake…”

You let out a tight laugh—sharp, breathless, laced with exhaustion and something that hurt far more than the cuts on your skin.

“Let��s get her out of here,” you said quietly, steadying your grip on Vi’s side.

“I know a place... just take me there” Vi mumbled, still mostly out of it.

“God, here we go again” Caitlyn muttered, but she followed Vi’s directions anyway.

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part two - masterlist - part four

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[writingdarling]

Saw a vid of this on tt and I have nothing to do so I'll write this out real quick on my phone-

Killer Chat L.I's and Not Letting you Open your Own Car Door

This may be shittily edited and poorly done cause. On my phone

Content Warnings: Mentioned Violence

Ronin

Fuck you

Genuinely

He might be carrying 5 bags in his right hand, 6 in his left but god damn it he will be opening your car door for you

It's not even about you sometimes, it's his honour as a boyfriend

Are you gonna look him in the eye and spit on his honour

apparently, yes

You trying to open that car door by yourself has the same effect on him as a stab wound

Your hand is on the car handle and Ronin keels over like you stabbed him in the gut 3 times

Groaning, whining, crying out for you, almost like he's desperate

It gets to a point where you're wondering if he's actually hurting 

You step away and he drops the bags in his right hand and lunges forward to open the car door

You gawk at him

Ronin basically throws you into the car and once he's done loading all the bags into the back and is in the driver's seat he turns to you

“If you ever try and do that again darlin’, I'm tying you up. Let's see you open that door then.”

Angel

Oh baby… No

Angel is not only carrying your goods but also hers

But that won't stop her from opening your door for you

And if you try… 

You reach out for the car door handle

Angel, out of the blue and entirely out of character 

Wails

You jump, and while you're distracted, she strikes, opening the door and not so subtly gently pushing you in. 

Everytime you try

She wails

She even screams once, that high pitched scream that makes you instant freeze up

The worst thing is after, where she doesn't even acknowledge it

One time you preserve through the wails, hand pulling at the handle

You only hear the thump of your bags hitting the ground before Angel lifts you up, spins you round and open the door for you

In the car she presses a kiss to your knuckles

“Just let me do it babe. Before I start making you carry all the bags.”

You don't try and open the door after that

Misaki

Hey. 

Let's not.. 

Do that..

There are many things in life Misaki doesn't take seriously

Her mental health, physical violence, assassination as a career choice

One thing they do take seriously is opening your car door for you

It's the polite thing to do

And they're your partner

Who else is gonna open your car door for you

You try and Misaki is all over you, hands scratching at your sides, lips against your neck

You're now basically fighting them right in front of the car door

The two of you definitely get stares

Because of Misaki’s unfair advantage of having much more stamina than the normal person (assassins privileges), they win

You are sitting down on the ground, half heartedly glaring at your very very gorgeous but also very very infuriating partner

“Let's never do that again!”

Misaki grins at you as they help you into the car

V

… 

So you have chosen to go down the path of rebellion

V stares at you

So disapprovingly 

You aren't even at the parking lot yet, V moves 4 bags over to his left hand so now he's holding 9 bags in one hand and your hand in the other

His grip tightens when you shoot him a mischievous grin and try and wiggle out of the grip

Keyword being : try

You pull, you whine, you go near tears and V still doesn't let you go 

He's just acting like it's a normal walk to the car

Once you're near enough to the car, you lean forward, one hand still in V's grip, the other reaching out for the handle

V puts down the bags and easily lifts you up blocking your attempt with practiced ease

He opens the car door for you, ignoring the look on your face and sets you down on the seat

“As long as I'm alive you will not be opening your own car door.”

You pout for the rest of the way home. 

I love s/o's that are so drama over the smallest things

also I love manhandling in fics apparently, that's a common trope imseeing in all my writings

I'm learning things about myself apparently

hope you guys enjoyed this short silly thing

now im gonna nap allllll the way home

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

helloo i’m not too sure if you accept req atm but i really wanted to req this specific angst oneshot idea i have.

Basically all of skz are together a games night with their partners. Then there’s a game where the members have to compete to see who can do the most number of squats while piggy backing their partners. Chan’s partner(reader) feels scared and sad because she’s on the curvier side and doesn’t want to make chan lose so she kinda detaches herself or ask him to carry another member instead since shes insecure about her weight. Chan doesn’t know that’s how she feels at first until he found her crying in the bathroom and basically reader opens up about how growing up she never really got to experience piggy back rides because she wasn’t as skinny as her friends so shes insecure that chan finds her too heavy. It could have a happy ending where they have a rematch and chan ends up doing the most despite reader thinking shes too heavy(?) or and ending you think best fits this scenario

thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy :)!!!

The living room buzzed with laughter, crinkling chip bags, and loud music humming from the speakers. Game night at the dorm was in full swing - board games pushed aside in favor of chaotic couple challenges designed to test strength, trust, and most of all, the group's ability to keep a straight face.

You sat next to Chan on the couch, his arm casually slung behind you, your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and shoulder- a spot

that was warm and familiar. He looked impossibly soft in his oversized hoodie, cheeks flushed from earlier rounds, and hair tossled in a way that looked like it could have been intentional, but was just the byproduct of a wrestling match with Felix. His laughter was contagious, and grounding as everyone joked around. And yet, you felt your stomach twist when Changbin announced the next game:

"Piggyback Squat Showdown!" He said excitedly, in his best announcers voice.

"Each member has to piggyback their partner and see who can do the most consecutive squats! Jisung will be the judge for form since his fiancée was on call."

"We love women in S.T.E.M. fields." Jisung says with a sassy snap of the hips, earning a chuckle from everyone. 

"And Innie will count the squats because our baby bread is still single." Changbin says with an and exaggerated sigh and clap of Jeongin's shoulder. He shook his head and pounded his fist to his heart, pointing at Jeongin and pounding a fist again with a solemn nod.

Jeongin rolled his eyes with a laugh.

The room cheered. Joking banter followed.

You stiffened.

Chan turned to you, eyes crinkled with excitement. "You ready to win this, baby?"

You forced a small smile. "Um... maybe you should pick someone else for this one?"

He blinked, surprised. "Huh? Why?"

You tried to keep your tone light. "I don't wanna make you lose. You could probably do more squats with someone lighter."

It was a joke. Sort of. But not really. Not at all.

Chan stared at you, a beat of silence stretching too long. "Are you being serious?"

You laughed nervously, brushing it off. "No, I mean, it's just a game. But uh...I just don't feel like it...l'm gonna grab a drink real quick. Maybe piggyback Ji." You stood up before he could ask more, waving Jisung over, and proposing the idea, which he immediately thought was great, jumping on Chan's back before your boyfriend could question anything about your sudden

nerves.

You didn't go to the kitchen to grab a drink.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of games and teasing.

Your breath shook. You locked the door and leaned over the sink, staring at your reflection.

You hadn't had a piggyback ride since you were a kid. Not a real one. Not one where you didn't worry if the person underneath you was struggling, even if they said they weren't.

Even with Chan - sweet, strong Chan who never made you feel less than beautiful - the tear never left. The worry that one day he'd see you like the world had always made you feel: too heavy.

You sat on the closed toilet lid, pulling your knees to your chest. The tears came before you could stop them.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence.

"..Baby?"

Chan.

Your heart lurched.

"Can I come in?"

You sniffed, voice cracking. "Just give me a minute."

A pause. Then, "Okay. I'll wait."

True to his word, he didn't leave.

A few minutes passed. You opened the door slowly, eyes red-rimmed. He was sitting on the floor against the wall, knees bent, phone untouched in his lap, as he fiddled with his hoodie strings.

He looked up immediately. "Hey," he whispered, standing. "Talk to me." He said, grabbing your arm gently. 

Your lips quivered. "You're gonna think it's dumb."

"Try me."

You stepped back inside and sat on the edge of the tub. "I've never really liked games like that.

Where you have to be picked up or carried. I never got piggyback rides growing up, not like my friends did. I've always the 'bigger one,' the ‘too heavy' one."

Chan's eyes softened, and he stepped in, closing the door behind him.

You continued, voice quieter now. "Even if people said they didn't mind, l'd see it in their eyes or voice- the strain, the awkwardness. I hated the way it made me feel. So when the game started, I panicked. I didn't want you to lose because of me. I didn't want everyone to laugh or...notice. I'm not a small girl Chris I'm..."

You wiped your cheek. "I know it's stupid. I just-"

"No, it's not." His voice was firm.

You looked up.

"It's not stupid," he repeated, kneeling in front of you. "If it makes you cry it's not stupid. I hate that you've been carrying that by yourself."

You shrugged, trying to laugh but failing. "I just didn't want you to feel embarrassed."

He frowned, reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Embarrassed? You think l'd ever be embarrassed to carry you?"

"Or like...be with me..." You admitted. 

"I don't know." Your voice broke. "Sometimes I wonder if you ever look at me and wish I looked more like...l don't know. Everyone else? Like logically I know you're not like that and I know that my weight doesn't define my beauty but how can I believe logic over my own feelings that l've dealt with my entire life like-" you swallowed, trying to wipe your face.

Silence.

Then Chan leaned forward and rested his chin on your thighs, looking up at you through his lashes.

"Look at me."

You hesitated. "Please."

Your eyes met his. Brown, warm, sincere.

"I love you exactly the way you are. Every curve, every inch, every part of you." He said quietly, trailing his hand up and down your arm, to your side, to your thigh.

"You're not too heavy. You're

not too much. You're mine and there's nothing about you l'd ever trade."

Your throat tightened.

"You could weigh a hundred more pounds, and I'd still carry you. Not just on my back, but through everything. Through life. Because that's what I want - you."

Tears welled again. You let out a shaky breath and finally melted into his arms.

——— 

Later that night, after everyone had gone home or crashed in the guest rooms, Chan texted you:

Come outside. Trust me. 

You slipped on your hoodie and stepped into the backyard. The porch light bathed the grass in a soft yellow glow. Chan was waiting, standing in the middle of the lawn, hoodie sleeves pushed up, sneakers laced.

You tilted your head. "What is this?"

He gave you a small smile. "Just us."

A folded towel sat on the grass, a speaker beside it playing some quiet instrumental.

He stepped toward you. "Let me try."

You hesitated. "Chan, you don't have to-"

"I know I don't have to. I want to." He turned and offered his back to you, crouching slightly. "Come on."

You climbed on slowly, and he steadied you like it was second nature. No comments. No jokes.

Just quiet, sure support.

Then he started squatting.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

You buried your face in his shoulder, your arms holding him tighter.

"Four."

"Five."

You laughed quietly through a tear. "You're going to pull something."

He smiled, his voice a little breathless now.

"Even if ! happen to do, it'd be worth it."

He kept going. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Each one done with quiet confidence, no showmanship, just him proving - in his own way - that he never saw you the way you feared.

When he finally let you down, he kept you close, arms around your waist as you laid in the grass, forehead resting against yours.

"I hope you felt that," he said softly. "Because none of this," he gestured between you two. "Is ever about proving something to anyone else. Or caring one anyone else thinks. They're not you and they're not me, so they have no say or room to make any assumptions or judgements that are worthwhile.” You nodded, a tear slipping free. He caught it with his thumb.

"You're nothing other than mine." he murmured, his lips dusting against yours lightly.

"Okay?"

You nodded and when he kissed you - slow and warm - it put any other doubts or worries to rest.

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[starkeygirl114]

Baby daddy Rafe x Shy Reader

Warnings: toxic relationships, cursing, past trauma, pregnancy, possessiveness, narcissist, mean girl vibes, Abuse, physical and mental abuse, mentions of blood, weapons, Ward Cameron (yes he’s alive in this story 🥴, past drug abuse, mentions of drugs, rehab, alcohol, being drunk/high, teasing/ poking fun of friends, Mentions of cheating, mental health mentions, anxiety, angst, crying, vomiting ( I’m sorry 😣) smut 🙂‍↕️

18+ read the warnings. If the warnings are too much for you do not read!!

Part 4 2/2

The second the race ended, you scooped Keegan up, still clutching your cooler bag and trying to maneuver through the mass of people. His face was wet with tears, little hands fisted in your shirt.

“Mommy, is Daddy hurt? Why did he fall? Why did he fight Uncle JJ?” he sobbed, voice high with panic.

“I don’t know, baby, let’s go check on him, okay?” you said, already moving.

Kie and Sarah were by your side, all three of you making a path through the thick crowd toward the wrecked part of the track. Sarah’s eyes locked on John B, who stood beside JJ, brushing himself off and stretching his shoulder.

“John B!” she called out, rushing toward him.

“I’m okay,” he said quickly as she wrapped her arms around him. He pulled her close, kissing her temple and holding her as she visibly relaxed. “I’m good, baby. Just road rash.”

“Jesus, I thought you were gonna crash into JJ,” she muttered, still clinging to him.

You kept your eyes on Rafe. He hadn’t moved from where he stood, helmet off, chest rising fast, fists clenched at his sides. His buzzed head was covered in sweat, eyes locked on JJ like a predator that hadn’t gotten the kill yet.

Rafe was shaking.

Keegan’s sobs got louder the closer you got, and even with people blocking the way, Rafe heard him. His eyes snapped toward the sound. You pushed through the last few people until you were finally in front of him, Keegan squirming in your arms to get closer.

“Daddy!” Keegan cried, reaching out for him. “Daddy, are you okay?”

But before Rafe could say a word—before he could even look at his son—Sarah’s voice rang out over the crowd:

“Rafe! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He turned like he’d been shot, eyes wide, furious.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” he snapped, pointing right at his sister.

You froze, holding Keegan tight.

“You heard me,” Sarah shot back, stepping forward. “You clipped JJ’s tire—on purpose! You could’ve killed him, and you didn’t give a damn that Keegan was standing right there!”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some fuckin’ stranger, Sarah. You don’t know anything about what I give a damn about,” Rafe growled.

“I do, actually!” she yelled. “You care about winning. You care about your pride. But you don’t care who gets hurt in the process—even your own son had to see you lose control again!”

Rafe looked at her like he might explode. His jaw locked, his fists clenched even tighter.

“Rafe, stop,” you said quietly, stepping between them. “Look at Keegan—he’s crying. He needs you. Not this.”

He turned to you, eyes blazing with anger and hurt.

“You don’t get it, Y/N,” he snapped. “This was my race—my moment. You were supposed to be there, waiting at the finish line with our son. But instead… you fucking chose them. You chose the Pogues over me.”

You stood frozen, the weight of his words hitting you like a punch to the chest. You couldn’t even speak.

Rafe looked down finally—eyes meeting Keegan’s tear-streaked face. His chest heaved like he was trying to calm himself, but barely could.

Keegan reached toward him again. “I was scared,” he said softly. “I thought you got hurt.”

That broke something in Rafe’s face. His features softened for just a moment as he reached out and took Keegan from your arms.

“I’m okay, buddy. I’m okay,” he said hoarsely, hugging him tightly. “You don’t gotta cry, I’m right here. Daddy’s good.”

You stepped back slightly, watching him cradle your son, but his eyes were already lifting again—past you, over your shoulder, right to where JJ was standing.

The storm inside him hadn’t passed.

He was still ready to finish what the race started.

And everyone could feel it.

Rafe was still holding Keegan tight when Sofia came running up out of breath, her voice a little too high-pitched. “Baby—oh my god, are you okay?” She threw her arms around his back, hugging him from behind, pressing her lips against his neck.

Keegan flinched.

He was still crying quietly, face pressed into Rafe’s chest. You could feel his little heart racing even from a few feet away.

But Rafe wasn’t paying attention to the boy in his arms anymore. His eyes were fixed past the chaos—dead on JJ.

“I gotta take care of this,” he muttered, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap.

“Rafe—what are you talking about?” Sofia asked, still hanging on him.

He peeled Keegan off his chest with one arm, placing him awkwardly into hers. Keegan instantly started whining louder, trying to get back to his dad.

“Nooo, I want Mommy,” he sniffled, trying to twist away from Sofia’s grip.

You didn’t hesitate. “Give him to me,” you said, stepping forward with your arms out.

Sofia glanced at Rafe for approval, but he was already walking. Keegan practically leapt into your arms, clutching your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck.

Sarah came up behind you quickly, face flushed, guilt written all over it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything, I wasn’t trying to set him off—”

“I know,” you said, not taking your eyes off Rafe storming toward JJ. “It’s not your fault.”

John B had already moved in front of JJ, holding out an arm like a wall. JJ looked ready but also annoyed, running a hand through his hair, helmet dangling from his other.

“Rafe—don’t,” John B said firmly, eyes sharp. “You’re not touching him.”

Topper, sensing the tension, came up behind Rafe with a smirk. “You need me?” he asked, voice low.

“Stay ready,” Rafe muttered, not even looking at him.

Pope tried to get in between them, walking up with both hands raised. “Alright—hey, hey. Can we all not do this right now? There’s kids around, people are watching. Chill the hell out.”

But Rafe didn’t even look at Pope.

He looked right past everyone—straight at JJ.

“All of you think this is funny, huh?” Rafe’s voice was quiet, dangerous. “Every fucking time. Y’all fuck something up and pretend it’s not a big deal because you’re just the poor, sad little Pogues.”

“Jesus Christ, man,” JJ said. “You clipped me. We both crashed. And I’m still standing here not swinging on you.”

“That’s your problem, JJ.” Rafe took another step forward. “You’re too soft. You let people walk all over you. I’m not built like that.”

“Rafe!” you yelled, Keegan flinching in your arms. “Stop it. He’s watching you.”

Rafe didn’t stop. His shoulders were shaking again, rage rippling off him like heat.

“I’m done letting you people ruin my shit,” he said darkly. “My son’s watching me? Good. Let him see how to handle punks who can’t stay in their lane.”

Handing keegan to Sarah I walked up to Rafe

You barely registered the moment Rafe’s hands made contact with your arms.

“Move, Y/N!” he snarled, pushing straight through you.

Your heel caught someone’s foot—you didn’t even see who—and then your ass hit the ground, hard.

“Shit—” Cleo was already there, scooping you up under the arms. “You good?!” she asked, helping steady you as the scene around you erupted.

“I’m fine,” you gasped, just in time to look up and see Rafe chest to chest with John B, breathing like a bull ready to charge.

“You got a problem now?” Rafe spit, eyes locked with John B’s like he could break him with a look. “You hiding behind your little surfer boy or you wanna handle it?”

John B shoved him back with both hands. “Get the fuck back, Rafe! You wanna act like a man, start by not throwing your baby mama to the damn ground!”

But Rafe didn’t even stumble. He was smirking.

That’s when JJ moved.

He flew in from behind John B, fist already cocked back.

CRACK. A clean hit to Rafe’s jaw that snapped his head to the side.

That was all it took.

Rafe roared, spinning, and launched himself at JJ.

It was chaos in an instant. Fists. Shouting. Bodies colliding. The fight was brutal—wild, angry, and raw.

“Rafe—JJ—stop it!” someone was screaming, but it was useless now.

Topper tried to grab Rafe from behind, but missed. “Bro, chill!”

John B yanked JJ back only for Pope to be swinging at some Kook kid who’d jumped in, screaming about “not touching family.”

More Kooks poured in, and just as fast, more Pogues stormed from every direction.

It was all motion and rage—sand flying, drinks spilling, people yelling. Someone tackled someone else. Another Pogue socked some Kook in the stomach. A girl screamed. A folding chair went flying.

“Fucking stop!” Kie was shrieking, shoving two guys apart before ducking a punch.

You moved fast, pulling Cleo with you, trying to get out of the way before someone else crashed into you.

“Where’s Keegan?!” you shouted.

“Safe—he’s in the van already!” Cleo yelled back, eyes wide.

You looked back.

JJ and Rafe were on the ground now, fists flying. Someone else jumped in, trying to peel them off.

And still—Rafe was screaming.

“You Pogues fuck everything up! Every time! This was mine!”

JJ didn’t even flinch. “Cry about it, Cameron!”

Rafe surged forward again, blood at the corner of his mouth, his entire body trembling with pure rage.

This wasn’t over.

Not even close.

“Alright, that’s ENOUGH!”

The voice cut through the chaos like a siren—firm, pissed, and unmistakable.

Sheriff Shoupe.

He stormed in, deputies flanking him on both sides, hands already on their holsters. “Break it up—now!”

People started backing off, breaths ragged, clothes dirty, faces red with fury or shame. Fists were still clenched, a few elbows thrown as people got in those last jabs or shoved whoever had been closest. The crowd started peeling apart—but not all the way.

Because Rafe and JJ were still locked together, rolling in the dirt, fists pounding, grunting, each trying to land one last hit.

“Rafe!” Shoupe barked, marching straight toward them. “JJ! That’s enough! Get OFF each other!”

Neither one listened. Rafe was on top now, swinging wildly while JJ clawed at his shirt, knees up, trying to flip him again.

One of the deputies jumped in, grabbing Rafe by the back of the shirt, trying to yank him off.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Rafe snarled, shrugging the deputy off hard—but he lost balance in the process, and JJ used that split second to shove him off.

Both of them scrambled to their feet, dirt and blood all over them. Rafe’s mouth was split, JJ’s knuckles bleeding. They were panting, circling each other like it wasn’t over yet.

Another deputy stepped between them, arm outstretched. “Back the hell up.”

“Rafe Cameron, you so much as flinch again and I’ll cuff you myself,” Shoupe warned, standing between them now.

Rafe stared straight through him, chest heaving. “I’m done,” he muttered, wiping blood from his lip. “He’s not worth it.”

JJ spit into the sand. “You weren’t gonna win anyway, princess.”

“That’s it!” Shoupe snapped. “Keep runnin’ your mouth, Maybank—you’re next.”

People were still yelling in the background, some of the Kooks throwing out threats, some of the Pogues throwing middle fingers, but most were slowly dispersing, adrenaline crashing now that the law had shown up.

You stayed where you were, heart racing, watching Rafe through the thinning crowd. He wasn’t looking at you. He wasn’t looking at anyone. His jaw was locked, knuckles white at his sides. He looked like a lit fuse barely hanging on.

And JJ?

He was smirking like he’d just walked out of a bar fight with a black eye and bragging rights.

This was far from over.

But for now?

Shoupe had shut it down.

Barely.

After getting statements from half the beach, Shoupe looked like he was ready to retire on the spot. His face was flushed with frustration, his hands on his hips, and his voice sharp as he addressed the crowd one last time.

“Here’s the deal. Everyone walks today,” he announced. “You leave—now—and you leave this bullshit behind, or I start putting people in cuffs. I don’t care if your last name is Cameron or Maybank. You got me?”

There were a few groans, some muttered curses, but most people started backing off, some heading to their trucks, others to the tents or the parking lot. Just ready to get out before it got worse.

Except Rafe.

He was fuming.

“That’s it?” he barked, stepping up behind the deputies. “You’re letting that fucking animal walk? He punched me. I was protecting myself. He needs to go to jail.”

Shoupe didn’t even flinch. He looked over his shoulder at Rafe, dead tired. “Cameron, we all saw what happened. You provoked him. You clipped his bike, and you damn near got yourself and Maybank killed. So here’s what you’re gonna do—you’re gonna grab your shit and go, before I change my mind and arrest you for assault.”

Rafe let out a bitter, sarcastic laugh, tossing his hands up. “Right. Right. Fuckin’ redneck, country-ass, cop-fuckin’-pogues. You’d let ‘em kill me and clap for it.”

Shoupe turned away without replying. He’d had enough.

Still fuming, Rafe grabbed Sofia’s hand, yanking her with him as he stormed across the sand—his eyes locked on you like a loaded gun.

He didn’t even stop walking until he was right in front of you, his jaw tight, face flushed from adrenaline and rage.

“Where is he?” Rafe demanded, voice sharp. “Where’s Keegan?”

You stood your ground. “You’re not getting him right now.”

“What?” he snapped, stepping closer.

“After what just happened?” you said, voice shaky but firm. “You need to cool off first. He doesn’t need to see you like this.”

Rafe’s fists clenched at his sides, his whole body visibly vibrating with frustration. He glanced around like he didn’t believe what he was hearing, then locked eyes with you again—something wild flickering behind his stare.

“Don’t start acting like I’m the problem,” he said through gritted teeth. “He’s my son.”

“And I’m his mother,” you shot back. “Which is why I’m not handing him over to you when you’re like this.”

Sofia put a hand on Rafe’s arm, whispering his name, trying to ease the tension. But it was like trying to pull a lit fuse off a stick of dynamite.

Rafe didn’t say anything else—just stared you down, chest heaving, before finally tearing his eyes away and storming off toward the parking lot without another word.

To be continued…

[darlingsisterkisser]

sisters in the shower

hnggg

"sis!!! let me in!! i have to pee!" you pound on the door. she always takes an hour in the shower, and theres never hot water left for you. youre convinced all she does is hum or dance or something.

"ok. hang on!" you hear the water turn off, then a series of footsteps and clangs. finally the lock clicks and the door opens.

youre greeted by your sister, a thick waft of steam billowing around her. her damp hair clings to her dewy skin, lips slightly parted. her towel isnt so much wrapped as it is slung, loosely around her. 

she's all youll ever need.

her beauty is somewhat ethereal, like she's a fairy goddess from one of those shows you watched together as kids. those shows got cancelled or had a shitty ending. things changed, but you knew that one thing never would. how much you loved her.

to hide your blush, you brush past her briskly and step into the steam. you mess with the button to your slacks as she closes the door and walks back over to the shower. finally unclasping your pants, you relive yourself as the water resumes pitter-pattering on the other side of the bathroom.

"thank you.. for letting me in, i mean. that time you made me take a piss outside, as kids, was NOT funny." you scoff at the memory while you finish up. the water turns off and she pokes her head out, holding the translucent door semi-ajar.

"you gotta admit, back then, i never got to win!" she pouts, watching as you rebutton you pants and move to wash your hands. "with you being older, you were always better than me at everything. it was nice to see my big sis so embarassed and humiliated."

"im better than you because im cooler, not because im older" the cool water runs over the back of your hands, befose you lather on a bit of soap. "and what kind of sick and twisty shit did i do in my past life to be cursed with a sadistic lil sis?"

"you and everyone else love me. im the best." you rinse and dry your hands while her string of narcissistic remarks fades to the background. you reach for the doorknob when you come up short due to a resounding thunk.

"i slipped and tried to grab the water.." she sounds meek, an apparent tinge of shme in her voice. you turn to help her stand up, but shes already on her feet.

"owww..."

shes standing there, in the torrential flow of water, with her hand pressed to her back. you stand back taking it all in. the suds dripping off all, even slightly, protruding areas, the pathetic look on her face, the kicked dog aura surrounding her.. its all too much.

for the first time, you realize how fuckable she seems. what a slutty, grabbable body she has, and what a cruel world it is. she's your sister, not your girlfriend. you couldnt possibly think of her like that.. but you are. the thought of being with your own sister makes your pants get a little tighter and your heart beat a little faster.

 were you staring?

the tension hangs thick in the air, as she meets your eyes. the door mustve gotten knocked open as she slipped. you were never supposed to see her like this. the blush on her cheeks appears to deepen a shade or two, but you couldnt swear it wasnt your imagination.

"i... im just gonna go.." your voice quivers slightly towards the end of your phrase, betraying how uncomfortable you were. you take a step back slowly, trying to make it seem like its not a big deal that you just realized youre sexually attracted to your own flesh and blood.

"w-wait.. youre not going to stay and ask me if im ok?" the look in her eyes shifts from embaressment to need.. to... longing?

against your better judgement, you stay.. to make sure she doesnt fall again, or because she might be concussed.. or, at least thats what you tell yourself.

"are you okay?" you look over her again and notice a few bruises forming, a couple on her thighs and one on her elbow. something about the purplish blue marks on her soft, even skin stirs something in you as well.

"im fine, mostly rattled is all. it feels like if i move ill fall again." you notice the slight shake of her hands as she clutches at the shelves on either side and before you realize what it means, youre offering to get in with her.

you might be able to pretend that the thoughts you had about her body dont mean youre a bad person, but you know things will be ruined forever if you get in the shower with her. yet, youre already undressing.

youre not sure how things will play out, beimg so close to her while nude, but youre done stripping. clothes hit the floor as you look towards her for confirmation.

"do i even have a choice?" her words sound straight out of poorly made cnc porn.

"its for YOUR safety, dweeb." you mumble before stepping into the shower, and the path of the water, next to her.

"youre not gonna let me fall?" she looks at you with big teary puppydog eyes, pleading for her big sis to keep her safe.

the last of your resolve to be civil shreds, as the newfound desire to fuck your darling sister moves to the forefront of your mind. almost on instinct, your hands wrap around her waist, pulling her warm body into yours.

your, now fully hard, gock presses against her stomach as you sink your teeth into her neck to stiffle a moan. she tenses for a second and then relaxes.

"sis, what are you- no, we cant-" she babbles mindlessly, as you press her against the wall with your body. her physical efforts to put up a fight are miniscule, but she continues to protest verbally. this must feel natural for her, too.

"cmon, we can pretend this never happened, just let me go.." she whines, pressing her hands against your tits, still obviously not resisting. something in the back of your mind clicks and you realizes shes yours for the taking.

you lean more of your weight into her, cutting off her declaration that incest is bad by forcing your tongue into her mouth. a small little whimper of suprise escapes her before shes kissing you back.

somewhere in the haze of pleasure, her arms get thrown around your shoulders and your hands dip low enough to grope her ass.

you seperate the kiss only long enough to say, "m'gonna fuck you now, okay?" looking down to her needy eyes which hungrily stare at your lips as she nods.

"mhmm." she whimpers back, eager to press her lips to yours. she doesnt weigh very much to you as you lift her knee to her chest and raise her ass with your other hand. you gently rub your tip along her sticky slit before slowly burying yourself inside her warm folds.

"fuck, sis" you gasp into her mouth. this feeling.. its better than you ever couldve imagined. her nails dig into your skin slightly as you bottom out. "sis, are you a virgin??"

a small 'yeah' rings in your ears as she squirms in your grasp a bit. you just took your lil sis' virginity. the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens at the realization.

you slowly piston you hips against hers, desperate to get as deep inside her as possible. you notice her squirming get a bit more frantic and you pick up the pace.

her kissing, which wasnt great, degrades into her tongue lolling to the side as she pants into your mouth.

"can you finish inside me?" she squeaks out between thrusts, and thats all it takes to send you crashing over the edge.

you feel your body tense as you slam into her one last time before shooting rope after rope into her waiting womb. the sensation of being stuffed full of sisterdick and warm cum is enough for her too, apparently, because you get to watch her unravel in your arms shortly after.

you turn around to slide down the wall and sit on the floor with her in your lap, both hesitant to move.

afterall, sistercum is valuable, and neither of you are willing to waste a drop <3

[ta3mint]

ik you saw the video of them working out at the gym and my crazy ass wants gym sex with minho now 😩 they’re both feeling some typa way tho with y/n wearing her tight fitting workout sets and minho having his arms exposed 😛😛

Whiplash

Contains: established relationship idol Minho x female reader smut

Warnings: minors do not interact!!! pet names, lots of teasing, PDA, sexual tension, soft dom Minho, cursing, Minho gets really mad/jealous/possessive, brief spanking, praising, random gym bro making y/n uncomfortable, unprotected piv sex (as always, do not do this irl), hardly any foreplay, pull out method

Word Count: 4,448

Summary: After returning home from the tour, Minho takes you on a date to the gym. Both of you are desperate for each other, and when another man tries flirting with you, jealous Minho shows you exactly how desperate he's been.

Author's note: okay okay so I tweaked this based on our several text messages "anon" LOL so I hope you like this ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) this is the second draft after completely scrapping everything I had at first and starting over ehehe so yeah <3 likes and reblogs are appreciated if anyone feels so inclined!!

The gym's atmosphere was quiet. There wasn't a single soul to be seen inside among the racks of weights and other equipment. There wasn't even any music playing. It was only you, your boyfriend Minho, and the gym's check in desk employee who looked like she despised every second of her night shift job.

You couldn't really blame her though. It was 10:00 at night, and she had probably dealt with the usual gym rat crowd earlier in the evening. There was only so much you could do to please people like that- those big groups of guys that only cared about gains and getting laid.

Minho nudged you in the side suddenly with his elbow.

"She definitely looked at my arms, (Y/N). You should fight her. I would totally film it for you." He reached into his pocket and held up his phone in your face with an evil grin.

You scoffed. "Minho, please. I'm pretty sure she looked through you. She definitely hates her job."

He shrugged, shoving his phone back into the pocket of his black gym shorts.

"You could've been as famous as me. Oh, well."

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. His fame is exactly the reason you had to go to the gym so late, when in reality you'd much rather be cuddled up with him watching TV. But he was tired of going with Jisung and had missed you desperately while he was away. So you couldn't tell him no when he asked you so nicely earlier.

Besides...his arms did look really good in his fitted black tank top. It was a win for everybody involved- at least in your book.

"Okay, Mr. Worldwide. What's the first exercise for the night?"

He scrunched up his face as if he was in deep thought, even bringing a curled finger to his chin to accentuate just how much he was pondering your options.

"I've just decided. It's leg day and we're gonna do some deadlifts. And by we I mean..." Minho trailed off before glancing down and slapping your ass just a bit too hard. "You. You're gonna do them and I'm gonna watch. You know I like this set."

Instantly, your cheeks reddened and you looked up at the girl at the front desk to see if she noticed the sound that was still echoing in the silence of the gym. Luckily, she had put her earbuds in within the last few minutes and probably didn't even remember you were there.

When you realized you were safe, you looked down where Minho's hand still rested against the curve of your ass. His eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Duh, I know you like it," you said quietly. "Why do you think I wore it?"

"Mmm, careful pretty girl. We're in public. Now, let's go." He pushed you away just slightly towards the weights and you bit your lip. Minho could be dangerous when he was in this type of mood. This was your first "date" since he had returned from touring, and the pent up feelings you had for each other were bound to come out sooner or later. Were you expecting it to be at the gym? No. But you weren't complaining.

And it definitely wasn't helping that you did indeed purposefully wear his favorite skin tight workout set. But that damn tank top on him was driving you wild too... You had missed him just as much as he missed you. Pictures and rushed videos were never enough when he was thousands of miles away from you.

You set your bag down next to the equipment and stretched your arms up lazily, feeling Minho's eyes burning into your arched back.

"Don't forget to stretch those legs too, princess. You wouldn't wanna pull something and not be able to walk."

Over the top of your shoulder, you glanced at him. The corner of his mouth was curled up, threatening to form another shit-eating smile.

In a last second attempt to mess with him, you turned the opposite way so that you were now facing him and bent down to stretch your thighs and calf muscles.

Minho clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

"Fine, fine. I still like this view too. Maybe even better."

You smiled to yourself, blushing once more.

The bell on the gym door sounded suddenly, cutting through the bubble you and Minho had formed around yourselves by being the only ones in the gym.

You stood with a sigh, having finished your stretches. Then you took a few steps forward and placed a quick kiss to Minho's cheek.

"Now you really have to behave," you giggled.

"Only because you asked so nicely, babe."

This time his smile was one of pure love rather than lust. The way he looked at you with stars in his eyes was nearly enough to knock you off your feet in a completely different context. Minho was so beautiful that it hurt sometimes.

"Will you be okay by yourself? I wanted to work on these tonight." He raised one arm and flexed it slightly.

You rolled your eyes before nodding at him and turning to grab your headphones.

"Go get 'em, hot shot. I'll just be over here. Try not to stare."

"Pfft, right back at you."

As Minho walked away, you placed your headphones over your ears and scrolled through your phone to find a good playlist to workout to. Once you clicked on one, you looked over at Minho who was already getting started on the bench press.

"Oh, fuck," you thought. "Not staring is gonna be harder than I thought."

Even from several feet away, you could see his arms flex and relax repeatedly as he brought his bar up and down. Taught muscles underneath his perfect tan skin, rippling with every movement...you nearly started drooling. It dawned on you that you didn't remember his arms being that big when he left...he must've really been working on them while he was gone with Jisung.

His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, eyes focused on the ceiling. With every breath he took in through his nose and exhaled through his soft, pink lips in a small "o," you could feel the desperation for him build deeper and deeper within you.

"I'm so fucked."

With a quick shake of your head, you turned back to your own workout and tried to focus on your music.

~

The bar fell to the ground with a loud thud. You sighed and straightened your back, almost ripping your headphones off your ears.

Sweat was dripping down your back, soaked up by your clothing and pooling there instead. You had done several sets, probably more than you should have. But you had finally been able to make yourself focus and lose yourself in your music that you didn't realize how many lifts you had actually done until your body was on fire.

Minho was sitting up on the bench now, absentmindedly scrolling on his phone while dabbing a towel to his forehead. You decided to make your way over to him and flop down on the bench next to him.

"Hmm, looks like someone needs to work on their endurance. Were you that out of practice without me, (Y/N)?" He raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh. "I can think of several other ways to help you with that."

You shoved his shoulder playfully.

"Save it for later," you said, trying to sound firm. But your voice came out smaller than you had intended.

"You're so cute when you're trying to pretend that you're not turned on," Minho leaned in and whispered, breath tickling your ear.

Your own breath hitched and you looked at him from the corner of your eye. Of course he could read you like a damn book.

"Let's just do one more workout so it wasn't a wasted trip, you dork."

Minho shrugged and stood up, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face and getting lost somewhere in the curves of his neck.

"You go ahead and get started. I'm gonna find the bathroom."

You reached out and tried to grab his ass in retaliation for earlier, but you missed and got the air instead. He stuck his tongue out at you before turning away and disappearing down the hall where the bathrooms were.

Taking your own advice, you decided to start another workout to continue strengthening your legs and lower body. Since you were already on the bench, you decided to use it to do some hip thrusts. Once you were settled on the ground, you reached for your headphones to put them back on. But before you could get them on all the way, you heard someone clear their throat.

Not even looking up from your phone since you assumed it was Minho, you hummed in response to see what he needed.

"Need some help?"

You didn't recognize the voice. Without moving from your spot on the floor, you clutched your phone a bit harder and glanced up.

In front of you was a younger man with a hoodie on and headphones slung lazily around his neck. His lips were drawn together in one of those awkward "smiles" pick-me men often wore when trying to get a woman's attention. Wonderful.

"Oh, no, I'm good. Thank you though." You looked back down at your phone, not really registering what you saw on the screen. You were just hoping that he would leave you alone now since you declined his offer.

"Come on, it's fun working out with other people. Pretty girls shouldn't work out alone. And hey! We even have the same headphones. What a coincidence."

A sharp pang of disappointment shot through you when you realized he was right. You had the exact same pair from the same brand, color and all.

"Yeah, I guess we do. But, um, I'm not working out alone," you said with a gulp, hearing your own voice sound more timid than you wanted. "I'm just waiting for my boyfriend in the bathroom."

Without hesitation, the man crossed his arms and looked at you questioningly. "Boyfriend, huh? He didn't look like much."

You shifted uncomfortably where you were sitting, and wondered if you should text Minho and let him know what was going on. But what if that made this guy mad? Who knows what he would do...

You swallowed thickly, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer to the question you were about to ask. "Were you watching us?"

He scoffed, uncrossing his arms and looking up and down at you like he was sizing up a piece of meat. "Just you."

Ice cold fear spread through your veins and your heartbeat went through the roof. This guy didn't seem like he was going to take no for an answer...

As discreetly as you could, you searched for the girl at the desk hoping she was still there. You wished you could remember the name on her shirt... And while she was still there physically, she definitely was not paying attention to anything but her phone. So much for being a girl's girl.

Before you could think of another escape plan, a hand grabbed your forearm harshly and pulled you to your feet, nearly ripping your shoulder out of its socket. However, relief quickly washed away the pain when you saw it was Minho.

He jerked your arm back so that you were behind him and out of view from the guy. In the quick second that you saw his face, though, you knew this creep was going to regret talking to you. Minho's nostrils were flared open, eyes blown wide, and lips pressed together in a tight line like he was trying to keep from busting his nose in the middle of a public place.

"You got a problem, man?" Minho spat, jaw setting tight.

The guy took a step back, eyes scanning Minho's face and seeing how pissed he was. He raised his hands in surrender.

"It was just a conversation, chill."

Minho stepped forward and balled his shaking hands into fists at his sides.

"It looked more like you were preying on a girl who very politely tried to tell you she wasn't interested. You were preying on my girl. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and then down.

Against your better judgement, you tentatively reached out and brushed your fingertips against Minho's arm to get his attention. At first, he stiffened so hard he nearly jumped. But then he fully turned to you and made eye contact with you, softening slowly.

His anger returned in an instant when he remembered why he was looking at you in the first place, though. He whipped back around to further press the man, but he was already gone.

Minho froze for only a second, but then bent down to pick up the stuff you had dropped when he pulled you to your feet. He handed you your cell wordlessly, but kept a death grip on the headphones. You were worried he'd burn a hole through them with how fiercely he was staring at them.

"Throw those away," you said quietly. "Buy me a new pair, baby."

Minho nodded without looking at you, secretly relieved you had told him that.

He grabbed your hand hard, leading you towards the exit. It was almost too difficult to keep up with how fast he was walking. Thankfully, he paused for a second right by the trash can on the way out to slam the headphones into it at full force. The sound of them hitting whatever plastic and metal was already in the bottom of the can ricocheted off the walls.

It was what finally caused the check in girl to look up from her phone for the first time since you got there.

~

Once you got to the car, Minho finally let go of your hand and ran his own through his still sweat-damp hair. You stood as still as you could, letting him pace a bit to relieve some anger.

"Fuck, (Y/N). I'm sorry."

"For what?"

He sighed, leaning back against the door of the car with his arms crossed and looking off to the side.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that. But..." he trailed off. Then took a deep breath before speaking again. "Why did you let him talk to you like that?"

Minho's words caused you to open and close your mouth a few times in surprise. You weren't expecting them.

"I...I didn't let him do anything. He wouldn't leave me alone."

He groaned, now dropping his face into his hands.

"And the way he looked at you...God, I wanted to knock his punk ass out."

You took a deep breath and a step closer to your boyfriend, and you could feel the hot, potent anger radiate off of him in waves.

"How did he look at me, Minho?"

His eyes locked onto yours, like they were seeing all your thoughts and desires at once.

"Like he wanted you."

The air felt electric, originally charged with white hot fury. But now...it was something else. Something more primal and physical. Something driven by need and flat out desperation.

In one swift motion, Minho pulled on your arm again, but he then turned you around at the last second, causing your back to make contact with the cool metal of the car somewhat unceremoniously. He moved closer, every move calculated and precise- much like an animal on the hunt would be.

"Only I can look at you like that. You're mine."

This time his words didn't make you freeze. They made you act.

With a noise somewhere between a moan and whimper, you slammed your lips into Minho's, grabbing onto his shoulders to pull him closer at the same time. He collided with you, mouth finding yours instantly. There was no gentleness to the way you kissed each other. No, it was desire. It was deep rooted lust that had reached a boiling point tonight after building up for what felt like an eternity.

The sounds of your mixed breaths and slick mouths echoed in your ears. His tongue met yours in a passionate dance, having immediately pushed past the confines of your already swollen lips. Teeth clashed, so fast and messy that you were sure you'd accidentally bit his lip. If you had, he either didn't notice or didn't give a shit.

Minho pulled away for just a moment, curses escaping in breathless whispers. "Fuck...you don't even know what you do to me, (Y/N)."

You tangled your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck and nestled into his shoulder. "I think I have an idea."

Minho laughed, almost bitterly, before grabbing your hips and pulling you impossibly closer to him. Against the side of your thigh, you could feel how badly he wanted you. Heat pooled into your already throbbing core, and you had to keep from rubbing your thighs together.

He began licking and nipping the delicate skin of your neck, the delicious pain immediately washed away by his lips.

"Minho...we...we should stop."

The only response was a hum against the side of your neck. Your knees began to feel weak with want for him. But you were still at the gym...still in the public parking lot where anyone could be at any time.

"Minho-"

He didn't let you finish speaking. Instead, he slotted one knee between yours and began grinding onto your thigh, his obvious bulge prodding into you multiple times.

You whimpered, your head falling back against the top of the car with a thump.

"Only I get to have you this way. Say it," Minho all but growled.

"Only you, Minho. Always," you choked out, fingers still weakly resting against his neck.

He smirked against your skin, pulling you off the side of the car so you were standing up straight in front of him.

"Good. Now get in and let's go home so I can fuck you like I've wanted to all night."

~

The car ride to your apartment passed in a blur. Minho drove faster than he should've, one hand gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white, and the other gripping your knee with almost the same intensity. In any other situation, it would've been painful. But not now- not like this. Instead, it just made the wetness between your legs rapidly increase.

And then somehow, by some miracle, you made it into your apartment, despite how much you couldn't keep your hands off each other. It only took Minho three tries to get the key in the lock and successfully turn it. Then it was only a matter of stripping your clothes off, piece by piece, leaving a trail to the scene of the "crime."

Minho pushed you onto the bed, crawling over you and caging you in with his arms. His mouth was parted slightly, breath fanning over your face, which was only inches from his.

"You're mine," he repeated, softer this time. Some of the anger had dissipated from his features, and the look he gave you now was one of love and awe.

"I am," you breathed, reaching up to brush some of the hair away that had stuck to his forehead. "I love you. And I really missed you." Those words were hardly more than a whisper, and you began to feel that dull pain in your throat like you were about to cry.

"I missed you...so much," Minho said as he leaned in to kiss your forehead with surprising gentleness. "And any other time, I would show you just how much I love you, but..."

Minho trailed off, head falling into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent.

"But I am a weak man tonight, (Y/N). I have to have you...now."

Without another word, he reached down between you and drew one finger between your folds, earning a hiss from you. He smirked once more, some of that earlier cockiness coming back with each passing second.

"Already so wet and I haven't even touched you yet. You've been waiting for me for a long time, haven't you?"

You nodded frantically, your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest. Beside you, your hands balled up, grabbing fistfuls of the soft cotton sheets of your bed. Minho's eyes met yours in an intense stare, and you had to keep from looking away.

"It's okay, you won't have to wait anymore. I'm here."

His hand wrapped around your knee and drew it upwards sharply, fully exposing your soaked heat to the air in your bedroom. Teasingly slow, he then gripped his pulsing length with his other hand, and brought it between your folds, rutting against it a few times.

Each of your lewd moans got lost in each other's, just as your bodies were below. Your need was only growing, and you could tell he was falling apart as well.

But you didn't need to ask him to do anything, you didn't need to plead. He knew you so well and knew your body like he had never left. Because within just a few seconds, he was inside of you. Slammed full into you to the hilt, stretching you open for him instantly.

You cried out, hands flying to his back and scrambling for something to hold onto. The sweet stinging sensation of him entering you so fast had your head spinning, nails clawing at him in want. He groaned at the feeling of you scratching him so harshly.

Down below where your bodies were connected, you could feel your arousal grow, dripping down the side of his cock and your thighs. Minho twitched inside of you, breath shuddering with each passing second he didn't move.

And then-

Like he read your thoughts, he started bucking his hips. Slowly at first, but then picking up the pace as you coated him more and more. Broken words tumbled from his lips, like a prayer he had been chanting in his mind before breaking and saying it out loud.

"You're mine...you're- you're all mine."

Minho's hand was still on your knee, spreading you open completely as he fucked himself into you. His other came to rest against the headboard, the skin of his knuckles feeling as if it may rip due to how hard he was holding onto it.

Stars decorated your vision, and eventually you screwed your eyes shut from over-stimulation, the only things grounding you being the sounds of his wet skin against yours and the feeling of him slamming into you. You were so drunk off of him already, all you could do was lay there for him, nails in his back and biting your kiss-swollen lips.

His scent was intoxicating, the remnants of his cologne mixing with the smell of his sweat to create something so uniquely him, it drove you wild.

"No one else can have you like this," Minho huffed, never relenting in his movements. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or himself, but it didn't matter. His voice sounded so desperate and thick with need for you, it brought you even closer to your already impending climax.

Of course, he could feel it- the way your walls fluttered around him, promising to milk him dry for everything he had if he didn't remove himself from you. His mouth formed a grin, hips stuttering for the first time tonight.

"Ah, ah. Not yet, my love," Minho began, glancing down at you through his eyelashes. "You have to tell me where you want me first before you do that. You know I won't last when you cum all over me like a good girl."

Your mouth opened to speak, but all that came out was a strangled yelp. It was so close, so painfully close, you couldn't think about anything else. The intensity of tonight was almost tangible in the air, and you felt as though you could've reached out to grab it.

"Can't even speak, pretty? That's okay. I'll make it work."

Minho relinquished his vice grip on the headboard and shoved his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles there while he thrust himself into your aching cunt. He was only able to do it once...twice...three more times, before it all fell out from underneath you.

Your orgasm hit you like an avalanche, starting small at first and then coming in wave after wave, tumbling through you in the form of wanton moans and half-moon shapes from your nails that were still in your boyfriend's back. Bright white spots blurred your line of vision, and your back arched, pushing the soft mounds of your breasts into the hardened planes of Minho's toned chest.

With a growl, he forced himself out of you, pushing you away before it was too late. He fisted himself only once before he was spilling all over your heaving stomach and breasts, thick ropes of his cum landing against you with almost inaudible splat sounds.

It was quiet now, except for the sounds of you both trying to catch your breath. Then a squeak of the bed as Minho stood, wobbling slightly, before picking up his tank top from the floor.

He came around the side of the bed where you were still laying, arm thrown over your eyes in pure exhaustion and exhilaration. He couldn't help but crack a small, crooked smile as he mopped you up lazily with his tank top.

When he was finished, he threw himself onto the bed beside you, immediately turning on his side and wrapping an arm tightly around you. After lowering your arm, you turned to face him and nuzzle into him, feeling sleep coming to take you soon.

"Um, (Y/N)?" Minho asked, almost shyly- like he hadn't just fucked your brains out after nearly fighting a guy.

"Hmm?"

"We should probably shower. And uh...change the sheets."

You groaned, hating how right he was but definitely feeling the way you stuck to him and the bed.

"Fineeee," you whined, fighting off a yawn. "Rock paper scissors for who has to change them, though."

Minho chuckled, then sat up and rubbed your head gently.

"I'll run your bath first and change the sheets, how's that? You just lay there and look pretty."

In spite of the events that had led you up to this point, you smiled to yourself. Leave it to Minho to basically give you whiplash with his words and actions...but you wouldn't have it any other way.

~

[outtathisworld-imagines]

Developed

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Pairing: Jimmy Olsen x F!Reader

Warnings: some swearing, fluff, kissing, mentions of smoking and mild suggestiveness if you squint. Not proofread!

A.N: Just a wholesome Jimmy moment 🥹

Please let me know what else you guys would like to see me write! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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When Jimmy was promoted off the back of publishing about the whole Lex Luthor fiasco, he wore it like a badge of honour. Each morning he came into the bullpen with a pep in his step, ready to embrace a new day and another story.

From the corner of his eye he would catch the camera sat by the corner of his desk. Untouched, gathering dust.

He enjoyed being a photojournalist but he really loved writing and gathering quotes, using them in a piece bearing his name on freshly printed papers.

He looked up hearing Lois grumble as she forcibly pressed the delete key, trying to write an article. “I’m never gonna get this done,” she said placing her head in her hands. “Now I’ve got this article Perry wants me to heed and tying to find the time to get photos-”

“Photos?” Jimmy piped up hearing the word. Lois looked up to find him practically throwing himself over the partition that separated her desk from his. “You need photos? I can get you photos.”

She raised a brow “Jimmy, you don’t take the photos any more you write about them.” Lois shook her head whist reminding him and went back to writing her article. “Besides, we have our photographer now. I’ll just text-“

“Who?” He asked, cutting her off again.

She let out an amused snort “Are you an owl now?” Jimmy rolled his eyes at her jesting. “I’m just messin’ with ya.” She waved and grabbed her phone. “It’s Y/N, she was picked by Perry.”

Jimmy’s face scrunched together “Y/N? His assistant? Why?”

Lois shrugged a shoulder “You’d have to ask him that I’m afraid. But she does take a great photo.” Jimmy slowly narrowed his eyes at the woman who was typing and suddenly stopped when she realised what she said. Her fingers froze over the keyboard and her eyes snapped to the unamused man. “Not that you didn’t!” She sheepishly admitted “You’ve get a better job now anyway! Onto bigger things! Writing is your true calling!”

Lois tried to frantically backpedal on her comments, Jimmy slowly sat back down in his chair, an almost deflated look on his face.

Perry came bursting from his office “Lane! Where are we up to with the suspected laundering story?” He boomed from across the room.

Lois sighed as he approached, seeing the documents on her desk that she didn’t have the chance to look at since she was swamped with other stories.

“Perry, I just need a couple of days I’m trying to finish-”

“I need this one Lane, I already got others on his thing…” he grovelled.

Lois looked up and saw Jimmy, an idea sprung to mind. “I’m happy for Jimmy to take this one, chief.” She had more than enough front page stories, her hands too full to take on another. Besides, after her earlier comments, she wanted Jimmy to have the chance to see how good he really was.

Jimmy blinked, so did Perry at the suggestion. “Only if you’re sure, Lane?” She nodded with a smile, handing over the sheets of paper to a thankful Jimmy. “I need this by Friday.” He had two days. “Go get em’ kid.”

“You’ll need her.” Lois handed him a slip of paper with your name on it and an address. “I’ve messaged her already, she’ll be outside in ten minutes.” Jimmy sent her a thin smile, nodding his head as he placed the paper in his pocket. “You got this, Olsen.” She sent him a thumbs ip as he walked away . “And I’ve got a bet I’m gonna win…” Lois smugly grinned while mumbling to herself.

—•—

Jimmy walked outside, finding you nonchalantly resting yourself on the hood of your car with a camera hanging from your shoulder, a newspaper under your arm and a cigarette in your mouth. It was cold out, the heavy wool coat protected you from the elements.

You kept your eye on the man as he approached you, letting out an exhale as you did, but with a lungful of smoke.

“Where’s Lois?”

Your cool, casual tone mixed in with the smoke made your voice seem a little deeper than it usually was. Jimmy clutched onto his bag strap, it was being weighed down by a laptop, paper and stationary, but he held onto it mainly for an anchor to steady himself upon seeing you again. “On another assignment.” He replied and watched you sharply nod and stub out the cigarette on your car hood before standing up and tossing it in the trash.

“So I’m stuck with you, huh?” you snorted, tossing your stuff into the backseat and getting in, Jimmy followed shortly after.

“Is that a problem?”

You pursed your lips and started the engine. “It’ll only be a problem if you touch my radio and don’t let me smoke in the car…” you glared at him out the corner of your eye.

Jimmy smirked. “As long as the window’s down and it’s not shit music.” He handed you an address and you typed it into your phone’s GPS, eventually setting off.

You concealed a small grin as music bled through the speakers and you noticed Jimmy tapping his foot to the beat.

“So I was thinking some profile shots, wide angles of him in the room…that sort of thing.” Jimmy mused out loud before you asked him what the story was about. “There’s word that the mayor is laundering money to criminal organisations to keep him in a protected position of power and giving him the chance to obtain luxury goods.”

“What an asshat.”

Jimmy couldn’t help but snort at your eloquence- or lack of- at the situation. He looked over to you, hair blowing in the wind seeping in from your slightly ajar window, lips gently mouthing the lyrics to the song playing. He found that there was something so soft yet chaotic about you.

He always thought that.

He remembered the day he first met you, trailing after Perry with your hands full and laughing loudly at something he said. After that, he frequently caught you scampering around the Daily Planet building on behalf of his editor-in-chief. It brought a smile to his face. He wasn’t always intentionally looking out for you, sometimes he only heard your infectious giggles that made the corners of his lips twinge upwards.

And one that Lois very much noticed.

Jimmy saw the way other women would look and softly speak about him. He had even frequently heard the words they described him as in passing- words that made his ears and cheeks burn.

But not you.

There was something about you that he almost craved.

How you were so unbothered in chasing him in comparison to the others made him race after you.

How his heart caved in whenever he didn’t see you racing across the bullpen or scampering to find something on behalf of Perry as his semi-thankless assistant.

How he often replayed the moment when you both crashed into each other by the door of the meeting room.

How you both locked eyes and sent polite, sorry smile to one another. Jimmy lingered in the doorframe, hoping to feel that spark again if he stood there long enough, but the meeting was starting and a part of him knew that the only way to feel it again was to collide with you.

So he made it his goal to try and capture your attention.

He’d strategically rush to the coffee machine just as you made a cup- missing you by mere seconds. Or when he bothered Perry almost daily with photos and tidbits he had wrote, finding you hunched over a desk in the corner writing letters and notes on the chiefs behalf. Jimmys eyes were on you more than they were on Perry’s whilst having a conversation with him. When you glanced up to him through your lashes every now and then, he was certain you could have heard his heart scream.

After months of pinning, doubt began to seep into his veins. He worried you weren’t showing any interest because you weren’t interested, worried that he was in too deep and you weren’t in at all.

But that all changed when he was promoted and Clark, Lois, Cat and Steve all took him to a bar to celebrate. There was only one person he truly wanted to be there.

When he saw you step into the bar and shoot him a smile- all his doubt melted away.

Three months later, he still hadn’t made a move despite constant pressing from Lois and Cat.

“Didn’t realise you became a photographer for the Planet.” He finally said, breaking some underlying tension. Mainly his own tension.

“Yeah, well, you got promoted to an actual journalist and I got a camera thrown at me.” Jimmys brow sharply raised. “I’m kidding…kinda. Perry always knew I was interested and staked my Instagram one afternoon. Saw my photos on there and then interrogated me about it. Must have thought I was good enough, just gave me the gig last week after rejecting dozens of applicants.” You explained. “Now he just needs another assistant- whoever is mad enough to take on that.” Jimmy softly chuckled, shaking his head. After that, the rest of the ride was silent, but a comfortable one. You pulled up to the Mayor’s residence with Jimmy primed and ready, you grabbed your camera from the backseat before he watched you pull out a lollypop from your pocket, unwrap it and stick it in your mouth.

“What’s with the, uh,” he pointed to his own mouth. “Sucker?”

You shrugged a shoulder “Gotta always have something wrapped round my lips,” you smirked and shot him a wink.

He almost passed out on the gravel driveway.

“You comin’ big shot?” You hollered back and his brain screamed at his legs to move.

The mayor was expecting someone from the paper for interviews, a man in a suit greeted you both at the door. After seeing your press passes, he led you to the mayor through a long hallway.

“Well hi there,” he greeted you both with a forced smile and a tight handshake, he looked at you and his smile slightly faltered seeing you wrapped up in a huge coat with a lollypop stick hanging from your mouth and a camera dangling from your shoulder. “He’ll take your coats.” He motioned to the man who greeted you, now waiting patiently with his arms outstretched. Jimmy handed him his own coat and all the men watched as you unwrapped yourself from your own, Jimmy swallowing hard seeing you in a black mini-dress with a cardigan and semi-sheer tights.

“Would you be a doll and bin this for me?” You sweetly smiled at the man with your coats in his arm who was trying hard not to grimace as he took the half-sucked lollypop from you. “Also, could I be a pain and use the bathroom please?” You batted your lashes at the Mayor who pointed to the left that it was down the hall.

You left the room with the gent who was holding the lollypop at arms length, he went to the right.

You went to the bathroom but took a small detour first.

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After an hour long interview and some photos, Jimmy returned to your car almost defeated. You sat in the car and watched him let out a sigh. “Should be asking you if you want one of these, Lord knows it looks like you do.” You tried to joke as you placed a cigarette in your mouth and lit it, starting the car to roll down the window and head back to the Daily Planet. “You got some good stuff.”

“But not anywhere close to getting any closer to knowing what he’s involved in!” He exasperated, running his hands through his hair. “Perry’s gonna kill me.”

“No he won’t.” You told him, trying to ease his dramatic outburst. “And if he attempts to, I’ll help you fend him off.” Jimmy looked over to you, a small yet weak smile forming on his face. “I told you. The stuff you have is more than good.” For a moment, between the smoky haze that danced around your face and the oddly poppy bob playing over the speakers, he almost believed you.

He watched you for longer than he intended to, the words he’d always wanted to ask you threatened to leave his lips. But you had arrived back to the Daily Planet before he had the chance, your cigarette long gone but the smell of tobacco remained. “I need the photos by tomorrow evening,” was all he could say.

“I’ll get started on them.”

You both remained in your car for a moment too long before Jimmy left first. You let out the lungful of air you had been holding and hit your head softly against the steering wheel as the feelings you had hit you like a brick he had threw. You turned your head and watched him sift through what he had wrote down before disappearing into the building.

You then sat up, pulled out your phone and composed a message to him.

Jimmy went to his desk and tossed everything down on it before sitting down on his seat, letting out a puff of air just as his phone dinged.

He read the first line of it and his brows furrowed.

- You really did get some great stuff! :)

His heart fluttered and he felt a sense of relief from the message you sent on the screen. Then a flurry of messages came through, photos of sheets of paper on a desk along with other angles of a room.

- Might have got lost on the way to the bathroom and found some incriminating evidence…

Was the last text that came through.

Jimmy leaped from his chair as his whole body was shocked with nerves or excitement or panic- he hadn’t quite decided yet.

Lois and Clark watched as he ran out the bullpen and to your car, only to find you weren’t there anymore. He ran back inside and all but begged Lois to tell him where you would be.

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“Shut the door!” You yelled, hunched over a photo you were trying to develop, the red light being kissed by a bright beam of yellow.

Jimmy quickly shut the door and a smile creeped onto his face. “Why do you still develop? You’re probably the only one in the building that does?” He said, slowly walking around the darkened room kissed by a red light with images scattered everywhere, the smell of nicotine from your occasional sneaky smoke and chemicals lingered in the air.

“Preserving the craft.”

“Preserving pretentiousness more like.” Jimmy snorted and you bit down on your lip to stop the smile about to engulf your face, thankful you were turned away from him.

“Ah, you’ve exposed me.” You held up the photo and hung it to dry. “Get it? Exposed?” You said pointing to the image.

“Yeah, no, I get it. Good one.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his giddy energy filling the room, he was just relieved the room was bright red to hide his blushing cheeks. “How’d you do it?” He asked in awe, like a kid asking a magician to reveal their greatest trick.

You held out another lollypop, your focus still on an image you started to develop. “The art of distraction.” He slowly walked towards you and gently took it from your hand, the pieces coming together before him.

“How did you know? All of it…how?”

You took out the photo and held it in your hand, your breath hitching, a profile shot but one of mainly Jimmy, mid-questioning, looking determined, looking hungry for answers, looking…perfect. You cleared your throat and slowly placed it down. “I’m not a dumbass and I’m observant.” He laughed at that. “I saw the kitchen as soon as we entered so I knew I would have a little more time whist he placed the lollypop in the trash. Plus I saw the reflection of his office in the mirror. My phone?” You took it from your cardigan that was rolled up to your elbows. “My cardigan has pockets.” You told him before placing it back there and hanging up the image. “The Mayor is a sloppy, corrupt, piece of shit. Just like you’ll write about. Just like you’ll tell everyone.”

“Wow…” he breathed out. “You’re good.”

“I was more than his assistant, you know. More like personal spy and undercover agent,” Jimmy raised a brow, encouraging you to continue. “Yeah the pollution story? Who’d you think got those documents?”

“All you…” the realisation dawned on him. “Triple threat- assistant, undercover operative and…” he looked at the photo you took of him. He had so few photos of himself before, mainly because he was behind the lens. But also because photos told a story, stories he helped tell, and this one you took was telling a story to Jimmy loud and clear. “Brilliant photographer…” That photo of him that you took was more than all the greatest love stories put together. “I’m always so nervous around you…” he admitted in nothing more than a whisper, afraid he’d speak too loud and disturb the development of the images.

Or the development of something else…

You looked to the floor with a bashful smile. “Why’d you think I flee the coffee machine station if I see you coming? Do you think I’d be able to keep myself composed around you with a dose of caffeine? I’m barely holding it together as it is like this with you.” You added, his eyes widening ever so slightly before softening in realisation. “I had a lot of competition, heard what everyone said about you, watched as they fawned over you…figured you’d have a plethora of people to choose. I always wondered if I was one of them.”

Jimmy closed the gap between you both, the red light making you glow. “You were my only choice.” He said in a soft tone, afraid to burst the bubble of tension that was surrounding you both now. “My only.” He reiterated, sounding more sure of himself, feeling that same spark he did crashing into you in the doorframe of the office as he placed his hands on your exposed lower arms.

A wide smile spread across your face as you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He pulled you back however and engulfed you in an hug, almost dipping you down to kiss you with as much passion he could find in seconds after feeling your lips connect to his. You let out a faint yelp before giggling, you could feel Jimmy smile against your skin.

He pulled back ever so slightly and you looked up to him through your lashes “If I knew you kissed like that I would have done that a lot sooner.” He laughed and kissed you again, his hands desperately roaming over your back before they threat through your hair, your own hands mirroring the same actions.

“Hey Y/N I got-“

“Shut the door!”

Lois opened the door and gasped hearing you both scream at her. Not because she let in the light, but because you were both caught.

She stood frozen in place for a moment before a smirk spread over her face when she finally realised. Lois ran back to the bullpen and slammed her palm on Clark’s desk.

“You owe me $20.”

[marrymekatemartin]

Sarah and her girl playing together in the wnba?? Maybe her girl is like a year younger and it’s her getting drafted to the team Sarah plays for and then it’s like training camp, the beginning of the season, all star, play offs. I feel like it’s been a cute idea!

wins and losses - S.S

pairing: gf!sarah x reader word count: 675 warnings: suggestive content a/n: I genuinely don’t know how to write stuff like over a course of time so this isn’t good, I’m sorry I butchered your request😣

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That night had been a blur, hearing your name called, as the number six pick drafted by the same team your girlfriend had been drafted to last year? It felt like a dream, too good to be true.

But it was real, and now, standing in the gym, for your first game, there was no more denying it.

This wasn’t training camp, this wasn’t a practice, or a gym session, this was your actual, real, first wnba game.

The lights were bright, the stands were packed, the crowd was filled with overlapping chatter and cheers, but your girlfriend? She was your rock.

With her arm around your waist she carefully guides you to the bench, her hands rubbing up and down your arm reassuringly.

“You okay?” She asks quietly, her mouth by your ear so you can hear her better.

“Mhm, just, overwhelmed.” You mumble, leaning into her.

“You’re gonna do great baby, we’re not gonna lose, not with me on our team.”

“You mean with me on our team?”

“No, me.”

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The game was tense, the opposing team mostly targeting you, the rookie.

And that messes you up, a lot.

They don’t respect you, what’s the point of being in the wnba if they won’t treat you as an equal?

It’s all you can ask yourself the whole game, and despite your best efforts, your team loses.

And that’s your breaking point, the second you and Sarah get home you’re in bed, changed into pyjamas and holding each other closely.

“Hey, you made most your shots.” Sarah says softly, wrapping you in her arms as you cry. “It wasn’t you, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Wasn’t enough.” You choke out, your arms wrapped around her neck.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” She says firmly, holding your tear stained cheeks in her hands. “It was your first game, you made your shots, you guarded the other team, you did everything perfectly. And you’re gonna have more games, okay? You’re gonna win so many games you won’t even remember what it felt like to lose this one, you hear me?”

You close your eyes, taking deep breaths and relaxing in her lap. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

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And she was right, throughout the next few months, you won more than you lost

But lately you’ve had one thing on your mind, the wnba finals.

And you address this one night in bed.

You’re laying on top of Sarah, your head on her bare chest as she keeps her arms wrapped loosely around you.

“Sarah?”

“Hm?” She hums, rubbing your side comfortingly.

“Are you scared? For the finals?”

She sighs, pulling you closer. “No, honey, we play basketball because it’s fun, you have to stop worrying.”

“I know, it’s just a lot, I’ve been stressed lately.” You mumble, tilting your head back as Sarah kisses up your throat.

“Mm, you wanna take your mind off it?” She mumbles, to which you nod eagerly.

Safe to say, you didn’t think much about basketball the rest of the night.

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Here you stand, first game of the finals. Sarah’s arms wrapped around you from behind.

“You’re gonna do great, I promise. You were drafted for a reason, I need you to understand that. It’s no different than March madness, baby, think about it like that.”

“March madness you’re competing against other college kids. Here you’re competing against thirty year old women while you’re still the age of a college kid.” You murmur, raising your eyebrows and looking back at her.

Sarah groans, grabbing your hips and spinning you around, looking right down into your eyes.

“Listen to me, we’re gonna go in there, we’re gonna kick that team’s ass, and walk out here one step closer to winning the finals, you hear me?”

You smile, interlocking your pinky with hers as you step into the building.

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You both walk out three hours later, covered in sweat, wearing hoodies and sweatpants, and still holding pinkies.

You’d lost, but you no longer cared. Because you hadn’t lost Sarah, and she was all that mattered.

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[davrinsleftpectoral]

Lighthouse High School AU, Part 2.

Dragon Age Kiss Week 2025 - Day 2 Tavern, otherwise known as the Winter Wonderland Dance.

Welcome back to Lighthouse High, where too many rooks go to school together. Since a bunch of high school aged kids shoudn’t really be in a tavern, they’re all headed to the school dance! Thank you @blackwall-my-tiny-husband for the fun idea, and passing day 2 off to me. And thanks @dragonagekissweek for hosting this, it’s such a cute event!

1.3k super silly, indulgent words and one kiss under the cut.

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Turvi and Xiqaa arrived at the school at 7:30pm on the dot. The sun was setting and the school gave off a friendly glow.

"Do you think Neve is already here?" Turvi asked, trying to see if anyone was lingering outside.

"She said she'd be here. Should have just asked her to go with you, instead of being a weenie," Xi replied. When they got to the door, Turvi opened it for Xiqaa and let her go ahead of him with a bow and flourish. Xi rolled her eyes as she walked in.

They pair of them walked up to the check in table. They were greeted by Amara, Sabi, and Veryl. "Welcome to the Winter Wonderland Dance guys! You all look so nice!" Veryl said, more chipper than usual. "Did you remember your tickets?"

From the pocket of his jacket Turvi pulled his and Xiqaa's tickets and handed them to Veryl. Turvi and Xiqaa thanked her and headed into the dance.

Inside the gym, Xiqaa spotted Cyri, Ayanne, and Coadi standing in a group off to the side and went to join them, waiving enthusiastically as she went. Turvi spotted Zalan and Harding off to the opposite side with Ilene and he went to go bother them.

"Ilene, you look magnificent!" He turned and to Harding he said, "And you, Lace, are far too stunning to be here with this guy," he said jerking his head at Zalan. Zalan in turn shoved Turvi playfully.

"Get your own girlfriend," Zalan laughed.

Turvi scanned the room, seeing who else was already there. "Hey do you think Lilya will dance with me? Just once?"

"Are we allowed to dance with the chaperones?" Harding asked.

"No, stay away from my sister!" Zalan declared.

"That one?" He pointed to Lilya, "or this one?" He asked, pointing to Ilene.

"Sorry Turvi, you're not my type," Ilene said good naturedly.

He shrugged. "Your loss. I'm gonna go look for Lilya then." He started walking around the room, when he heard someone say his name.

"Hey! Turvi! You like snacks. Come settle a debate for us," called Rose.

"I do love snacks," he agreed.

"Please tell Rose that trail mix is better than boring plain potato chips as a dance snack," chimed in Eris.

"They aren't boring. They're classic!" Rose insisted.

"Sorry Rose, I think trail mix wins here. The m&ms out weigh the fact that it includes raisins."

"Oh boo. Get out of here!" She said, playfully shoving him along.

He laughed and continued making his way around the room. He'd only gone a few more steps when the music started blaring.

Party rock is in the house tonight,

Everybody just have a good time.

People started heading to the center of the gym that was now the dance floor. Turvi watched as Hugo, Alana, and Cara started dancing in a group.

"Turvi come dance with us!" Cara called, waving Turvi over. He bopped his way to them and grabbed Cara's hand, giving her a twirl. He stayed with them for a few songs, having fun doing silly dances with Hugo. After rotating through fishing, sprinklers, and Turvi throwing himself to the ground to do the worm, he excused himself for a hydration break.

He made his way over to the refreshments table. He grinned when he saw that it was Lilya that was keeping an eye on the punch bowl. Brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face, he put on his best charming smile as he walked up to the table.

"Lilya! You look lovely this evening. How did you get roped into being stuck here with us on a Saturday night?" He asked as he filled a cup with the murky red punch.

"Hello Turvi. Are you trying to get a rise out of Zalan again?" She asked, smirking.

"Of course," he laughed. "He hates when I even mention looking in your direction. I have to keep doing it."

"Excellent. But be careful. Push him too far and he will punch you," she warned.

"It's okay, I can take it. Have you seen his scrawny arms?" He scanned the room and as predicted, saw Zalan ignoring the pretty dwarf at his side to glare daggers at Turvi.

"Wow, he got mad quick," Lilya quipped. "Listen, I'm technically here with my boyfriend Illario. He's the broody one over there in the corner. I'll have him come watch the punch so we can do a slow dance together. Zalan will crap his pants," she said conspiratorially.

"Lilya, you're the best. Zalan doesn't deserve you," he said, draining the last of his punch. "Hey, have you seen Neve tonight? I haven't run into her yet."

"Last I saw her she was with Riley and Gladius setting up the sound equipment," she said.

"Thank you. And I'll be back for that dance," he said and winked at her as he turned to go, hoping to give Zalan a good view.

Turvi made his way to the DJ table, where Riley and Gladius still were. He didn't see Neve there, but stopped to talk with his friends.

"Yo Beefcake, sweet music selection so far!" And held out his fist for a fist bump. Riley then pulled him in for a big bear hug.

"Thanks. Got any requests? We've got a queue going on the laptop, but we can add or switch things around for you," Riley offered.

"You've got some slow ones in there too, right?" Turvi asked.

"Of course! I gotta help my friends out. It's not too many though, or the chaperones will yell at us. So we've got them spread out," he replied.

"Perfect," he said, scanning the room again for Neve.

"Who are you looking for?" Asked Gladius.

"Have you seen Neve? Lilya said she saw her over here."

"Oh yeah, she was here helping us set up and then had a few song requests. She said she wanted to go find Esha and Jericho to discuss a project they're working on for Mr. Rutherford's class," said Gladius.

"Thanks!" He said as he headed over to the corner of the room with some tables set up. On his way he passed Qetash and Taash, sitting together against the wall. When he was almost to the table, Neve stood up and started walking away. He jogged to catch up with her.

"Neve Gallus. Don't you look dazzling?"

"And you look… Did your jacket have sleeves at one time?" She asked, tilting her head.

He laughed. "It used to. But the sleeves couldn't hold these guns," he said, flexing one bicep. Neve laughed, and Turvi felt like his night was a success, whatever else happened. "Save me a dance later, Neve? I promised Lilya I'd help her annoy Zalan."

"Sure," she smiled. "Just don't get yourself punched. I'd hate to have to waste first aid supplies on you."

A slow song started playing over the speakers. He looked for Lilya and she already had Illario with the punch and she was walking over to meet him for their dance. He made sure to hold Lilya close and to smile at her often, which wasn't hard. She was a lovely person, though she was a good bit older than him.

At the end of the song, Lilya leaned in and gave Turvi a kiss on the cheek. Turvi felt himself blushing as his neck and ear tips grew warm. "Thanks for the dance, Lilya." He said. The words were barely out of his mouth when he saw Zalan come barreling out of the crowd and heading straight or him. Laughing with glee, Turvi ran.

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I’m going to be honest, stuffing my pockets full of rooks and sprinkling them around is super fun. Harder than it seems like it should be though. I hope I did them all justice.

All the Rooks in no particular order:

Ilene @kabsey

Lilya @serensama

Turvi @davrinsleftpectoral

Xiqaa @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai

Gladius @jenn2d2

Amara @chaosherald

Veryl @hedwigoprah

Coadi @notyourmamasdeerbat

Qatesh @bronzieinthedas

Jericho @sandcastlekings

Hugo @jukkaricity

Alana @therivercrow

Cara @pixiedurango

Ayanne @cute-ellyna

Esha @in-the-drowning-deep

Eris @grand-crow

Sabi @seaglassmelody

Rose @aetherflowers

Cyri @mythals-whore

Riley @woundedsoul12

[iheartsophie]

THE ROYAL FAMILY OF F1 #5 | lewis hamilton

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^ྀི pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader, Dad!Lewis x Mum!reader

^ྀི genre: fluff, family

^ྀི context: Three-year-old Luca wins his first kart race, supported by Lewis, Y/N, and their F1 family. His win goes viral, marking the rise of a future champion.

^ྀི sophie speaks!: i have completed the drafting for this series and it is gonna be 10 parts 💋

It started on a Wednesday.

Y/N had just gotten home from running errands when she heard the front door click open behind her. Roscoe barked once from the couch, wagging lazily.

“Lew?” she called, setting her bag down in the hallway.

“I got something,” Lewis replied, voice softer than usual.

She turned, expecting maybe groceries or something from the factory.

Instead, he stood there with a miniature helmet in his hands.

It was a perfect replica of his — matte black, signature details, except this one was tiny, fitted for a child, and etched on the back was the number 88 in electric silver.

Luca’s favourite number.

Because, as he’d once proudly declared, “It’s Daddy’s number twice! That means I’ll be twice as fast.”

In his other hand was a fireproof suit. Black. Sleek. Tailored with white piping. Embroidered on the back in white:

L. Hamilton.

But not this L. Hamilton.

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“So. It’s happening.”

Lewis met her eyes. “Next weekend. First karting race. He’s ready.”

“He’s three.”

Lewis didn’t argue. He just walked over, gently set the gear down on the hallway bench.

“Do you remember his face when he won that mini-race at the track I rented? The way he laughed?” he said, voice low. “I haven’t seen him light up like that with anything else.”

Y/N’s shoulders dropped. “I’m not saying he shouldn’t drive. I just… I wanted more time.”

Lewis closed the gap between them, rested his forehead to hers.

“So did I. But we’re raising a rocket, love.”

She blinked fast, voice cracking. “What if it’s too much?”

“Then we slow it down. Together.”

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The Morning of the Race

The karting circuit was tucked an hour outside London, quiet and small — yet when they arrived, it was anything but low-key.

Photos were already being snapped through the gates.

Because Alexandra Saint Mleux had posted a blurry photo of a little helmet the night before.

Because Charles Leclerc had commented with a checkered flag emoji.

Because George Russell had reposted it with “The next menace incoming” and Carmen added “#TeamLuca.”

So when Lewis, Y/N, and Luca arrived — Luca dressed in his fireproof suit, helmet clutched in both hands like it was made of gold — all eyes turned to them.

Phones. Paparazzi lenses. Even other karting parents whispering.

Y/N instinctively stepped in front of her son.

Lewis put a hand on Luca’s shoulder, but he could feel it — his boy had gone quiet.

Y/N knelt. “Hey, baby. You okay?”

Luca’s lower lip wobbled. “Why are they all looking at me?”

Lewis crouched beside them. “Because you’re brave. And you’re gonna show them what you’re made of.”

Luca nodded slowly. Still unsure. But his little fingers curled tighter around the helmet.

⸻

Alexandra, Charles, George, and Carmen had arrived earlier.

They were already posted up near the track, complete with cameras and signs. Alexandra had made one that read “#88 — Go Fast or Go Home” and George had somehow smuggled in a team radio headset “for vibes.”

When Luca saw them, he lit up. The nerves melted into excitement.

“UNCLE CHARLES!” he shouted, running over.

Charles bent down, arms wide. “Are you ready to win, little lion?”

“I’m ready to FLY!”

Y/N exhaled as she reached the rest of the group. “He was so nervous five minutes ago.”

Carmen smiled, squeezing her hand. “They always find their fire.”

⸻

The Race

Luca lined up second on the grid. He looked impossibly small in the kart, helmet slightly bobbling as he adjusted the straps. Lewis was crouched beside him, speaking into his ear through the visor.

“Drive smooth. Eyes forward. No matter what happens, we’re proud of you. Always.”

Luca nodded, tapping his gloved fingers against his helmet twice — a new ritual. Then the lights went out.

And he launched.

He passed the leader on Turn 2.

By Lap 3, he was five seconds ahead.

By Lap 6, he waved at the stands. Waved.

And by the time he crossed the finish line — helmet tucked down, hands tight on the wheel — the crowd was already standing.

Y/N screamed. George was filming. Alexandra had tears in her eyes. Charles actually jumped the barrier and jogged to the edge of the pit lane like he was the proud uncle.

Lewis just stood frozen for a second. His son. His three-year-old son. Had just driven with more composure than grown men he’d shared podiums with.

He and Y/N met Luca at the kart.

Luca whipped off his helmet, cheeks flushed, curls stuck to his forehead. “Did you see? I went zoom like THIS!”

Lewis scooped him into his arms, laughing. “You went more than zoom. You flew, baby.”

Y/N pressed a kiss to Luca’s cheek. “We’re so proud of you, my heart might explode.”

⸻

Social Media Blew Up Within Minutes

Lewis posted a photo of Luca holding the trophy, helmet in one hand, fire suit dirty with rubber streaks. Caption:

“My boy. My rocket. #88”

Y/N posted the same image with:

“We were so worried about him starting too early… turns out we just couldn’t keep up. 🏁”

Ferrari’s official twitter account posted:

“If he wants red one day… there’s a seat ready. #LucaHamilton #88 #FutureChampion”

George reposted with:

“I’m just saying, Merc Academy better be paying attention.”

And the world officially lost it.

⸻

That Night – Hamilton Household

Luca was asleep on the couch, Roscoe curled beside him, still in his fire suit with the trophy clutched like a teddy bear.

Y/N sat on Lewis’ lap, arms around his neck as they watched the stories flood in.

“You think we did the right thing?” she asked softly.

Lewis nodded, eyes on their boy.

“I think we raised a lion.”

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“…”

“…”

“So. ever thought about weaponization of microwaves?”

“Change to blue.”

“Bastard.”

It’s another lazy Friday evening on their shared dorm. Their mother’s packed lunches for the week are almost finished, but the snacks are plenty.

It seemed to be another chill day until the door slams open.

“Revenge”

“…”

“Okay”

They stand up and leave yet another multi hour uno game unfinished.

“Wha- You had 3 plus four cards?? And never used it??”

“I was trying to give you a false sense of security. As to seal my win”

“You’re a sick sick bastard”

“What happened”

“My camera got confiscated”

“Sounds like the consequences of your actions to me”

“Maybe. But it had my revenge video in there”

“Uh. What do you mean by that”

“It has proof that the guy from class 4-C was the one who set off the fireworks at the yard the other day!”

“The fireworks that both absolutely ruined my shot and scared the cat I was trying to pet.”

“No…!”

“But it got confiscated. So now justice can’t be served”

“Can’t you just like, tell the teacher that it has that.”

“She won’t believe me! She thinks I’m lying just to get a guy that I don’t like in trouble!”

“And I do want him in trouble. And I do not like him. But I’m not lying!”

Owen feels a rush from inside

“Her eyes must be opened to the truth! We cannot let that scoundrel get away with his evildoings against cinematography and catography any longer!”

“Uh, can’t you wait until Monday?”

“I also caught a dog with a jacket on camera”

“We need it back as soon as possible.”

“So where is it?”

“Old lady put it under lock in her office. She left already, though. Well, it’s not like she has ever considered justice as a valid reason for doing anything”

He remembers Nadia not liking her classmates too much, she said they were all stuck up assholes. It’s hard to impart justice in a place where everyone is some rich guy’s heir.

At least they never tried to pick on Simon.

As for himself... Well...

Someone had to show them that their actions have consequences! Who are they gonna tell him off to? His dad? Hah! Those jokes don’t even affect him anymore!

“Let’s stage a heist!”

“Have you been watching dominion sighting videos again”

“Like Dominion! But as a group! Quick, what’s a group of angels called?”

“A choir”

“A flock”

“A Revelations!!”

“I don’t think stealing from Miss Williams for doing her job is the same as Dominion stuff”

“Well, we have to start somewhere!”

“Please, we might have good reasons but it’s nowhere near the level of Dominion”

“Her work is not mere petty thievery, but an attack to the status quo of societies, even in her most daring breaches of top security, her methods have an unwavering elegance, as if giving them exactly what they want, feeling privileged even while being robbed like everyone else.”

“Yeah! Like batman!”

“That’s not what I said”

“I think he just likes shiny stuff. And might be gay.”

“No no, she’s definitely a woman. Her movements are too flowy”

“Don’t be homophobic”

“Then it’s decided! We shall take justice into our own hands!”

“Do we go now?”

“Of course not, we have to wait until bedtime curfew. Then we strike.”

“So it shall be.”

“Uh. So what do we do in the meantime”

“…”

They play the evening away.

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It’s 21:55

“The idea is to not be recognized. You guys are aware that’s the point of a heist, right.”

“I thought the point was to rob”

“Simon, you are wearing the same kirby hoodie you’ve been wearing all day and a face mask. How are you not recognizable”

“Everyone loves kirby. I could be anyone.”

“Owen, you…”

“What? I hid most of my hair and I’m in full black! I’m the least recognizable!”

“You look like you’re about to rob a cartoon bank”

“Gotta dress for the job”

“Why are you judging us. You look the exact same”

“I have glasses and a completely different style”

“There is barely any difference”

“I will also walk different, same with my mannerisms and posture, thus making a striking contrast to my actual day to day self, a technique used in the old superman shows to differentiate between identities in camera-“

The bedtime bell rings

Things just got real

They wait until they make sure the coast is clear and start their way across the long hallways.

Tonight, justice will be served.

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Ransom Chapter 4

The "Ransom" oneshot turned into a series. Hope you like it!

Warnings: over-possessiveness, controlling behavior, eventual smut, language

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Bucky knew he couldn’t stay in Romania for too long, and therefore spent every day he was there with Y/N for as long as he could, inserting himself into her and Lorelai’s lives as a constant that they would miss while he was away for “business.”  On his last night he was dancing with Y/N in the kitchen of her apartment, swaying back and forth to soft jazz music and quietly talking after saying goodbye and goodnight to the others when Wanda helped Lorelai get to bed.

“Come on, I gotta know,” Bucky whined playfully.  “How did you do it?”

Y/N smirked.  “You just can’t stand a good mystery, can you?”

“Absolutely not, especially when it comes to me being outdone,” Bucky said, shaking his head.  “And besides, aren’t you on my side now?  What if I need to use your master technique in the future?  Don’t you wanna help me out?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and bit back a wide smile.  “I can’t tell you all my secrets,” she said.  “Where’s the fun in that?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her, then guided her in dancing toward her room.  She let him guide her until he got her inside and shut the door behind himself, then he caged her against the door.  He dipped his head and started kissing, licking and sucking at her neck as his hands felt her everywhere.  They hadn’t done anything more than heavy kissing and touching.  He was trying to prove to her that sex wasn’t all he wanted from her, even though he wanted it so badly it hurt most nights when he walked away and went home with a raging erection.  

She held back her moans and whimpers, not wanting to wake up Lorelai or embarrass Wanda, and he smirked against her skin as she shivered at a particularly sharp bite on her shoulder.  “I think I could have some fun getting that information out of you,” Bucky murmured.

Y/N’s fingers tightened on his shoulders.  “You can try,” she teased.  “I’m not gonna give away a winning hand.”

“Oh…I see,” he said as he pulled away to look at her.  “You like having the leg up.”

“So do you,” Y/N said, arching her eyebrow at him.  “That’s why it’s killing you not to know how I kidnapped you.  You’re used to always winning.”  Her smirk widened.  “And this time, I won’t let you.”  Bucky jaw ticked in both arousal and frustration.  She straightened herself and squared up to him as much as she could, lifting her chin defiantly.  “How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?” he breathed.

“To lose?” she said simply.  

Bucky couldn’t stop the growl that bubbled up his throat.  His hands balled into fists, and he pushed against the door behind her, causing a dull thud to echo through the room.  Y/N’s eyes gleamed with amusement, and she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.  “I hate it,” he seethed.

Y/N tilted her head at him.  “Aw, you poor thing,” she said lowly.  

Bucky’s metal hand made a dangerous creaking noise against the door, the sound of wood splintering beneath his knuckles.  “Are you sure you wanna play this game the night before I leave?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.  She looked him over hungrily as he leaned in closer.  “Tell me what I want to know,” he said, his lips teasing her lips with ghostly passes and the softest kisses, pulling away before she could properly kiss him back.  

“I…I can’t,” she said, though her voice didn’t hold as much conviction now.

Bucky’s impatience won out and he suddenly stepped away from her.  “Fine.  Then I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he said bluntly, adjusting his clothes.

Y/N looked at him incredulously, her body slumping against the door at his quick change in attitude.  “Buck, you have to understand–”

“I do,” Bucky said, all business in his tone.  “I’m asking you to give up your last bargaining chip, your ace.  But you have to understand that if you’re going to be my business partner, as well as my girl, then you have to trust me wholeheartedly.”

She scoffed and righted herself.  “You don’t trust me wholeheartedly.”

“Who says I don’t?” he asked, frowning at her again.  “I trust you with my heart, which is something no one has ever had a claim to or influence over like you do.  What more do you want?”

Her face softened.  “We still barely know each other,” she said.

“So?” he asked, his eyebrows raising minutely.  “Mergers have been executed in less time, with less information and little to no trust.  I’ve taken over other families that were considered empires in less than a day.  You could have ruined me, killed me, but didn’t.  All I’m asking is for you to make me your equal, and I can’t do that without knowing your deepest darkest secret, can I?”

“Your…your equal?” she breathed, looking shocked.

Bucky sighed when he realized the issue.  “You still think this is about subjugation,” he said, his voice sounding wounded.  “You see this partnership as oppression.”

Y/N scoffed again and rolled her eyes.  “How else was I supposed to see it?  When you came looking for me after giving your word that you wouldn’t?  When you demanded a date?  Made it clear what my future was going to be because you decided it, and under threat of losing everything I’ve worked for?  How did you think I was going to respond to you restricting my choices and therefore my freedom?”

That struck him hard because he knew she was right.  They stared at each other for a long minute until he let out a deep sigh and looked down while nodding.  “You’re right,” he admitted.  “I…I don’t lose.  I’m used to getting what I want.  And I thought this would work out the same it always has.  But I shouldn’t have assumed.”  He met her gaze, and could see tears brimming in her eyes.  “I wasn’t thinking about what it would all mean for you, at least not in the way I should have.  I was blinded by what I wanted.  I’m sorry.”

Y/N blinked back the tears, but as one escaped down her cheek she furiously wiped it away and sniffed hard, trying to school her expression.  “Thank you,” she said.

Bucky could feel that this was a hard line he would have to carefully tread.  And even though he could upend her life to get what he wanted, and normally he would, this time it just didn’t feel right.  He slowly stepped toward her, giving her a chance to move away, but she didn’t.  She looked up at him with an expression of sadness but unwavering firmness, and he brought his metal hand up to cup the side of her face, his thumb sweeping across her cheek.  It felt like a goodbye.  He looked her over, memorizing every feature before he leaned down and kissed her cheek, then pulled away.  “I’ll go,” he said, the sadness and finality of his words settling heavily between the two of them.  She looked at him in worry.  “I’ll be back in three weeks.  But if you don’t want to see me again, I understand and will leave you be.  I won’t come after you, take anything from you, retaliate…nothing.  I promise.  As much as I could take what I want, I want you to want it with me.”

Y/N let out a sharp breath when he let his hand fall away from her face.  He couldn’t tell if her reaction was one of sorrow or relief, and that was probably the worst part that hurt him most.  He quickly reached around her and opened the door, dipping out of the apartment silently.  There was the smallest sound of a cry just as the front door closed behind him, and as much as he wanted to run back inside and hold her, he knew he had to walk away.  This was a hard line she had drawn, and he had to learn to respect it.  He held it together until he reached his place, shooing everybody out so he could sleep, but sleep never came.  Instead he laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling as tears slowly trickled down the sides of his face.  He couldn’t remember the last time he cried, especially over a girl.

But this wasn’t any girl.  This was Y/N.  His spitfire.  And he may have just lost her.

***

Although she had his personal phone number, and they had texted regularly while he was in Romania, he hadn’t heard anything from her during those three weeks.  A part of him knew that would be the case, but it still killed him everyday when he would check the phone like it would reveal the secrets of the universe at any given moment just to have his hopes dashed.  He called Peter into his office the night before they were supposed to leave back to Romania.  “Anything?” he asked quietly.

“No, sir,” Peter said carefully.  “Nothing in her daily routine has changed.  Her security detail has never lost sight, and our software is still intact and tracking her and her family.”

Bucky nodded, his metal fingers tapping against the desk.  “Thank you,” he said dismissively.

Peter left and Bucky sighed heavily.  As he made a checklist in his head of what he still needed to pack for the next day his personal phone vibrated on the desk.  He nearly knocked it off the desk with how bad the sound scared him, but he quickly grabbed it and looked at the screen.  It was Lorelai’s number.  He chuckled, his heart relaxing at the sight of her name as he answered.  “Hey beautiful,” he said, putting on the charm for her.  “Are you alright?”

“Hello, Bucky!  Yes, honey, I’m fine,” she said.  “But my dear girl hasn’t been ever since you left.”  Bucky’s heart constricted at the thought of Y/N hurting, but he didn’t say anything.  “She made it sound like you two had a bit of a fight before you left, but that happens sometimes.  Whatever was said or done I’m sure could be figured out, Bucky.  You make her happy, whether she’s ready to admit that to herself or not.”

“She makes me happy, too,” Bucky said.  “But I think I pushed too much too soon.”

Lorelai scoffed.  “That may be true, but she misses you.”  He smiled.  “I know you’re coming back tomorrow.  Just come by and say hi, as my guest.  And then maybe you can talk to her and work through this.  She’s independent, and headstrong, which I instilled in her, but it’s also made her distrusting, which I never intended–”

“None of this is your fault, Miss Lorelai,” he interrupted.

“No, it is, at least a little,” she said sadly.  “Just promise me you’ll come and try.”

Bucky sighed, but that damned little ember of hope flared in his chest.  “Alright,” he agreed.

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