#❝ fooling everyone telling how she’s having fun ? ❞ — answered !

[lynzishell]

The Past 🩵 Asher

Once we’re seated and buckled, Lex turns to me to begin her interrogation before I even have a chance to pull out of the parking garage. “Okay, so, first things first, did you sleep with him?”

I glance over at her, surprised by her question. I figured that was implied considering we left the club together last night and I didn’t come home until this afternoon, but good for her for not making assumptions, I guess. “Yeah, I did,” I say, fighting a losing battle with the smile spreading across my face. 

She smacks me in the arm and gasps, “Really? How was it?”

This really isn’t the part of the night that I need to talk through, but I allow myself a moment to think about it anyway. I prop my arm up on the door so I can rest my head against my hand. My hair feels clean and soft, and still smells faintly of his shampoo, sparking a memory of running my hands over his body in the shower. The image makes my stomach flutter, and my voice comes out a little dreamy when I speak, “It was amazing.”

“Amazing? Well, I’m going to have follow-up questions.”

“And I won’t be answering any of those questions.”

“Ugh, fine,” she rolls her eyes in mock annoyance, “So, then what happened? How did things go from ‘amazing’ to you sobbing into my shoulder and getting snot all over my jacket?”

“I don’t know. Like, the whole night was great. It was fun, and he was so sweet, and it really felt like… It wasn't just a hook up, it was more than that. Or at least I thought so. Maybe I was just projecting or seeing what I wanted to see because I… fuck, I’m so embarrassed… whatever, I kinda put myself out there today, really thinking he’d reciprocate, but—”

“He didn’t?”

“No.”

“What did he say?”

“Same thing he always says. He doesn’t want to date me because we work together. He just wants to be friends. I don’t know, maybe I’m the asshole. How many times does he have to tell me he just wants to be friends? And I’m over here like, ‘are you sure? how ‘bout now?’ What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to stop.”

“Babe, c’mon, I think you’re being too hard on yourself. I know you. You wouldn’t do that if you didn’t really believe he felt the same way. And I’ve seen the way he looks at you, you’re not imagining it. Sounds to me like he’s saying one thing but acting another and he’s fucking with your head and that’s not okay. If he truly wants to be your friend, then he needs to act like a friend, and he’s not. If you ask me, he’s the asshole, and you deserve a hell of a lot better.”

“I hear you; I do. He’s not an asshole, though. He’s really not. I think maybe it’s more complicated than that. Like, he was so kind, and affectionate… I really felt like he cared. And then today, he just looked so sad when I was leaving. You know how he does sometimes. But I’ve never seen him more down than he looked today, and my heart just, I don’t know, I just want to take that sadness away. I feel like I could make him happy if he’d let me.”

“Careful, Ash. Don’t do that. Don’t fall into that trap of thinking you can rescue him or fix him or something. That’s some toxic co-dependent shit. Pretty sure you get enough of that with your sister.”

“Ow.” Leave it to Lex to stab you in the heart with her honesty. I respect it, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. 

“Did you or did you not drop everything to rush out to the Bay to help her the second she asked?”

“Yes, but—”

“Are your parents home?”

“Yes.”

“So, in theory, they could help her with her baby furniture or whatever today?”

I let her words sink in. I’ve gotten better at setting boundaries with Iris, but apparently, I still have some work to do. It didn’t even feel like an option to say no to her today, but now that seems ridiculous. Now, I wish I hadn’t rushed out on Atlas. Maybe we could’ve had a nice day together. Maybe I wouldn’t have made a fool of myself if I wasn’t so frazzled and trying to make everyone happy all at once. Damn. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think I’m doing that with Atlas though. Like, sure, I want to make him happy when he’s sad, and maybe I overestimate my ability to do so, but I’ve never felt a need to ‘save’ him or whatever. It’s not like that. I just… I like him so much, Lex. I really do. I love spending time with him. And I love the way he makes me feel when we’re together. I could’ve sworn he felt the same way. I mean, just the way he…” my voice trails off as I remember all the ways he looked at me and smiled at me and kissed me and touched me, and then his words “Ash, you’re perfect, you know that?”, and the tenderness in his voice and in his eyes when he said it. The sweet way he kissed my forehead in the bathroom. The way he held me as we slept.

“The way he what? Hello? Where did you go?”

“You know what? I’m not fucking crazy. I’m not. I know he feels it too. So, maybe he really is just super weird about dating people he works with. I mean, on paper it seems logical, right? To not mix your professional life with your romantic one?”

“I don’t know. I guess? What are you getting at?”

“Well, it’s an easy enough obstacle to remove, don’t you think?”

“You’re gonna quit your job over a guy you’ve only known a few months?”

“Why not? It’s better than giving up on a great guy over some job I've only had a few months. I’m not just gonna quit though, don’t worry. I’ll get something else lined up first. But I have a decent portfolio. I don’t think it’ll be that hard.”

“Okay. Well, what if it doesn’t work? What if he’s full of shit, making excuses? What if you leave for him and he still just wants to be friends.”

“Honestly, at this point, if there’s any chance of me being his friend, I think I’ll need some distance for a while to get over him. And also, if I call his bluff and tell him I’m going to quit, and he still doesn’t want to be with me, then hopefully he’ll at least have the decency to tell me the real reason why. Otherwise, maybe I shouldn’t even try being his friend. Maybe, in that case, I’d have to face that he’s not who I thought he was and move on. But I won’t be able to do that unless I know for sure. So yeah, the more I think about it, this seems like the obvious solution regardless of the outcome.”

She pouts at me, clearly not happy, but she doesn’t have an argument against it, so she concedes, “I hate it when you’re right.”

“I know.” I reach over and hold her hand, giving it a little squeeze. “Sorry about your jacket.”

She smiles at that, “It’s okay. Do you feel better at least?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Worth it then.”

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AN: Thank you so so much @madebycoffee for creating the perfect poses for this scene!!! This was my very first car scene and I was so nervous about it, but I love how it turned out and I couldn't have done it without you!! 🥹🩵🧡

[vanesycho]

summary: Ever since you first met Jaemin, he has always been flirty and close to you. This inevitably led to you developing feelings for him. Until you learned that this interest wasn’t special to you.

This is my first story on tumblr so it might be a little novice. Also English is not my first language, I hope you guys can ignore some of my mistakes😔🖐🏻

warnings: angst, Jaemin is a total playboy in this story, reader's friend is a big backstabber and I'll say it again... Jaemin.is.completely.toxic.

wc:0.9k

You can read part 2 here

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You let out a deep breath as the sounds of laughter reached your ears. When Jaemin arranged to meet up with your friends, you thought it was a good idea. But all he did was sit there and flirt with your friend.

"Jaemin you really have a funny personality!! I didn't really believe it when Y/n told me about it, now I understand why she talks about you so much."

You laughed hysterically, suppressing the urge to cry as anger coursed through your body. Jaemin smirked at you.

"Sweet Y/n talking about me?"

As his hand was reaching towards you, you stopped him by grabbing his wrist. He was unfamiliar with this reaction, so he looked at you in surprise, and after letting go of his wrist, you stood up.

"I...I feel a little sick, I'd better go home early, have fun."

You left without even letting him say anything. You knew that if you stayed any longer, your emotions would get the better of you and you would start an argument, so you chose to remain silent.

The thing that broke your heart the most was that he never called you afterwards...

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A week had passed, a week in which you hadn't even seen his face.

This process had been harder than you had expected, you hadn’t thought Jaemin would have this much of an impact on you.

You were lost in your thoughts while the TV was on, but the sound of the door interrupted your thoughts. You stood up and opened the door without even bothering to look through the peephole, the sight of Jaemin in front of you made you take a deep breath.

"Can I come in?"

You gave him space to come in without answering and then closed the door. Jaemin looked at you, already sitting on the couch.

"So? Are you going to explain what happened now?"

You weren't even in the mood to argue with him, you just wanted him to leave, you sat down far away, arms crossed.

"There is not any problem, as I said I was sick-"

"And we both know that's a lie."

His sharp voice made your body tremble, the effect it still had on you made you curse.

You refused to answer, feeling stupid for falling for him like that, but was Jaemin guilty of this too? Of course he was.

You lifted your head when you heard movement, Jaemin had gotten up from his seat and was on his knees in front of you. You swallowed as one of his hands went to your leg and caressed it, no, this boy was smart and he knew how to twist you.

"Please darling, talk to me, hm?"

"Take your hand away."

"What?"

He looked at you incomprehensibly, there was no Y/n of the sweet, shy you he saw before.

"Look Jaemin, of course it's none of my business who you're with, but maybe you should think twice before flirting with everyone you meet."

He frowned.

"Are you talking about your friend? Why does that bother you so much?"

You laughed, not because it was funny at all, you stood up, Jaemin did the same.

"I didn't expect you to be this stupid...Tell me, how many other girls have you fooled?"

Jaemin rolled his eyes, licking his dry lips and then grabbing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

"Instead of making fun of me how about you tell me what's going on? You think I'm patient?"

You couldn't help but laugh at how angry he sounded. It was like a side of him that you didn't recognize was coming out.

"You laughing, huh? So guess what Y/n? I get what's going on, you're jealous, right? You thought the attention on you was special to you."

Your smile was replaced with anger at what he said. You pulled your arm away from him, he grinned at your attitude. He seemed pleased that you were offended.

"Don't play games with me Jaemin, you're not dealing with an idiot! If you knew, why did you keep quiet? Why didn't you call for a whole week?"

He mumbled, looking at you with his head slightly tilted to the side, no trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Why should I call you? When I found myself a new toy?"

You frowned, obviously he was talking about your friend.

"What?"

You didn't want to understand, had he really put her in your place? Jaemin folded his arms behind his back and looked up at the ceiling in thought.

"So what I mean is my little idiot. This relationship isn't as pleasurable as it used to be, I should have known you were serious about a relationship...But guess what? You did me a great favor by introducing me to your friend, for which I am grateful. I got from her many things that I could not get from you, in every sense."

You couldn't speak, you were even having trouble swallowing. Was he making you go through this because you didn't have sex with him?

"Look Y/n, I don't have much time, I'm going to be late for the date, you know? If you want to put aside this stupid attitude and apologize, I'm always open to it."

He put on his annoying grin and took a pinch from your cheek before walking away. When the door closing sound comes, you let go of the tears you were holding in at the same time.

The rest of the day was spent cursing Jaemin and crying, the only thing that interrupted it was the notification sound.

Jaemin: I hope this helps you understand the situation.

Then he sended a video, a video of him getting sex with your friend.

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Oohh I hate this, I don't know why I wrote this so toxic lmao, it wouldn't be appropriate to write a happy ending so...yeah

[selenezq]

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞MDNI🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

I've been working on writing some of my favorite tropes, and so I present this classic with a more adult spin.

Alastor x reader

Reader is AFAB

CW: drinking, smut, semi public fooling around, penetration, fingering, truth or dare trope

Edited by the wonderfully talented @the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes

Truth or Dare

It had been a successful day for the hotel; there were no attacks, no bickering, and everyone—including Alastor—is in a splendid mood. He is three glasses of rye deep, a rare and unusual occurrence that has you drinking some yourself. Bringing your glass to your lips, you let the amber liquid coat your tongue, tasting the bitter drink before swallowing it down. 

Charlie had suggested one of her team building exercises so after everyone had consumed a few celebratory drinks, it was suggested that to ‘bond’ everyone play truth or dare. She is currently vibrating excitedly next to Vaggie on the floor. You are sitting in a chair across from the couch Angel Dust reclines on, his long legs sprawled across the sofa comfortably. At the bar sits Husk, who hadn't even bothered with a glass and is nursing what remains of the bottle. 

"Let's start with you toots: truth or dare?" Angel Dust asks you with a salacious eyebrow waggle. 

"I'll choose truth." You say, not wanting to even know what the spider demon would make you do for a dare. 

"Do ya have a crush on anyone in this room?" Angel shamelessly asks you, sending a pleased-with-himself smirk your way. 

You were instantly filled with regret for agreeing to play this silly game as you bashfully admitted, "Yes." You fail to notice the way Alastor's ears perked up, eager to hear what you had to say. 

"Ooh who is it; who is it?" Angel asks eagerly. Alastor tries his best to remain neutral, and not give away how desperate he was to know your answer. He grips his drink tighter in his hand. 

"Ah, that's technically two questions." You interject, unwilling to divulge that information. "I get to ask someone now." You say, relieved to change the subject. Angel slumps a little, deflated. 

"Husk, truth or dare?" You ask sweetly, shooting him a pleading look that he ignores. 

"I ain't playin’ that stupid game." Husk replies gruffly, going behind the bar and shuffling alcohol bottles around in an attempt to look busy. 

Opting not to take Husk's unwillingness to heart, you try again. "What about you, Charlie? Truth or dare?" You ask the princess with a smile. 

"Ooh, truth." She says with a colossal amount of enthusiasm. Vaggie, seated on the floor next to her, shooting Charlie a supportive smile. 

Pausing momentarily to think of a good question, you open your pretty mouth and inquire, "Who is your favorite person at the hotel?" You shift back against the couch as you wait for her answer. 

"Oh gosh, I have so much love in my heart for each and every one of you, I couldn't possibly begin to pick a favourite." Charlie answers diplomatically, flashing everyone in the room a genuine smile. "So it's my turn to ask someone?" Charlie asks no one in particular. 

"Yes, that's right babe." Vaggie answers her with a lovesick grin. 

"Okay, Angel truth or dare?" Charlie says to the porn star excitedly. 

"Oh definitely a dare." Angel Dust responds with an obscene tone to his voice as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

"I dare you, to tell me a secret you want to tell me." Charlie declares guilelessly. 

"What the hell kind of dare is th—" a glare from Vaggie has Angel trailing off, unwilling to continue his train of thought. Clearing his throat he begins to answer honestly, "One time I took three centaur dicks up the ass at the same time." A chorus of groans is heard around the room at his statement. "That's that triple penetration act—" unable to finish as he's interrupted by Vaggie.

"Alright, it's your turn to ask someone else now." She says in a no nonsense voice. 

"Ah fine, ya lot are no fun anyways. What about you, Smiles? Ya playin’?" Angel asks Alastor. 

"I suppose I could indulge you all by joining this frivolous activity." Alastor remarks with a self-satisfied tone to his radio-filtered voice. 

Gleefully Angel asks him, "Truth or Dare?" 

"For the entertainment value, I will pick the dare." The Radio Demon responds, bringing his glass of rye to his lips. With a large gulp, he finishes what was left in his drink. 

"I dare you come over here and kiss her." Angel declares with a delighted smirk as he points his finger at the chair you are seated on, at you. You let out a surprised ‘Oh,’ as you felt a blush creep its way up your neck and blossom across your face.

Alastor wants to gnash his teeth, but keeps his usual smile in place. That imbecilic, crude, meddling spider and his idiotic dare. It’s too late to back down now. He has to follow through with it, or look weak. He makes his way over to you, where you are seated in the aforementioned chair, watching him with wide, innocent eyes, your lovely features arranged in a surprised smile that you beam up at him as he leans over you. 

"This is something I've been meaning to do anyway, my dear." Alastor says smugly before leaning close enough to you that his hot breath fans across your face. You look up at him, that pretty blush still spreading across your cheeks. "Close your eyes." The command falls from his lips, leaving no room for you to disobey. 

Once your eyes are closed, he leans closer. You feel his hot breath caressing your face, then the sensation of his lips on yours. They move in tune with Alastor's growing desire. It's deep and demanding. There's a sense of urgency to it, as if he is running out of time and he has yet to get his fill of you. He needs to kiss you. He needs to touch you everywhere, needs to hear all those little sounds he just knows you would make. 

Breaking the kiss off before it can become any more heated, Alastor pulls back, seemingly unaffected, his usual smirk in its rightful place. The only sign he was affected in any way is the rise and fall of his chest as he pants slightly. You can also see the faint outline of a massive, hardened, cock in his pants when you flutter your eyes open. Alastor looks down at you, his growing smile sending shivers throughout your body. You feel carnal pleasure in knowing you have pleased him somehow. Returning to his seat as if nothing has happened, he crosses his legs, willing the tent in his pants to go away. 

The room falls into a shocked hush as the ringing in your ears starts. All of their chattering voices blend together and you know you need a moment to cool down. Walking on autopilot to the door, you exit, ignoring anything anyone might be saying to you. 

Not really knowing where to go or what to do, you try to take some deep breaths and let your feet guide you where they will. You end up in the dining room, gathering plates, flatware, and glasses from dinner, then make your way to the kitchen, where you put them in the sink, one at a time, as you let your mind drift elsewhere. When you’re done, you stand there for a moment, hands empty, and don’t even notice as Alastor slips into the room behind you.

Stealthily, he prowls over, his sights locked onto you: his prey, the object of his possessive desires. You're zoned out, thinking about how wonderful Alastor's kiss was earlier and don't even notice as he slips up behind you, pushing you down and pressing your beautiful face into the cold counter. You let out an adorable squeak as you struggle, not realizing who is holding you down. 

"Be still, dear." Alastor instructs you authoritatively. Instantly stilling in his hold, a faint blush spreads warmly across your body as you feel his cock harden against your ass.  With his eyes glowing red hungrily, his lips find your neck and artfully mark your skin, teeth sinking in hard enough to send blood rushing to the surface. Alastor laps greedily at the blood that falls from your neck. His clawed hand finds its way up your skirt, grazing your clit through the lacy material of your panties.

 "What if someone walks in?” You protest weakly, truthfully not really caring as long as he doesn't stop. 

"Then they would know you belong to me, pet." Alastor remarks darkly, obsessively. "Besides, I can whisk us away safely, if it is required. Don't you trust me to protect you?" He asks, feigning hurt in his voice. 

"I do trust you, Alastor." You reply immediately, with no hesitation. At your words you feel him push a large finger into your wet cunt, causing you to choke back a loud moan. Your walls grip the digit desperately as he pumps it lazily in and out of you. The fact that you could get caught at any moment is heavy on your mind, only adding to the thrill of his hand in and on your most vulnerable and sensitive flesh. 

He adds a second finger, stretching your pussy deliciously, and you bite down on your own arm to keep from crying out. He moves the two inside you, curling them in a way that has you moaning into your arm. It feels so wrong and yet so right, as his hands work you into a fervored frenzy, bent over the kitchen counter. He pulls his fingers out of you, eliciting a protesting whine from your lips. Bringing them to his mouth, he sucks your juices off them. 

Suddenly, you hear voices heading towards the kitchen and panic slightly. You try to sit up, but he holds you down firmly. Before you even have time to think about anything else, he has you falling down into his shadows, and then just as quickly back up in a room you realize can only be Alastor's. "Tsk tsk, dear; did you truly think I'd let anyone see you in such a state? That should be a sight for my eyes only." He says, staring at you with a heated gaze. 

Alastor brings his mouth back to your neck, kissing the wound he made earlier lightly. His lips ghost down your neck, causing you to shiver in his arms. With a firm grip, he bends you over once again—this time over the mattress. His claw comes up to the flimsy piece of fabric covering your wet warmth. A precise swipe of his taloned hand has your panties shredded, falling off you to the ground. He takes a moment to admire your form, spread out and ready for him. 

Quickly undoing his trousers, he pulls his swollen, weeping manhood out. Stepping closer to you, he places both hands on your hips and positions himself at your entrance, letting his hardness rub lightly against your folds. “Please fuck me, Alastor. Please, I need you inside of me.” You beg, unable to wait even a second longer to feel his large, girthy, cock filling you up. 

"Who am I to deny the request of such a beautiful darling?" He responds, pushing himself into you, sheathing his hardness inside of your tight, warm walls. You let out an obscene moan as you feel him stretching you out almost painfully. "It's me you have a crush on isn't it, pet; I want to hear you say it." Alastor demands. 

He halts the movement of his hips, stilling inside of you at your hesitation to answer. With a whine you relent and confess, "Yes, it's you; I can't help it." At your answer he grins and thrusts harshly into you. You cry out in ecstasy as you feel the tip of him hit right against your sensitive cervix. Seeing the look of pleasure on your stunning face, he repeats the motion. 

This continues for a while, and he brutally fucks you into the mattress. The bed frame hits the wall over and over from the force of his hips snapping into yours. The wet slapping of skin reverberates throughout the room as you feel him hit just the right spot inside of you. He brings his hand up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, stroking at the same frenzied pace. 

"Ah, ah, don't stop, please." You plead as you feel tension building towards your climax. It feels so unbelievably good as his enormous hardness pumps in and out of your sopping cunt vigorously as his fingers work in tandem on your swollen clit. 

"That's it, be a good girl and cum on my cock." He coos enticingly. You feel something in you snap and you fall apart in the best way with a loud cry, waves of pleasure crashing over you and coursing through your body. Pushing your limp body down further into the mattress, he chases his own release, his movements wild and erratic now. You can feel him twitch inside you before he shoots his hot seed into your willing pussy with a growl. You feel his cum splatter forcefully against your walls. "You're mine now, my dear." He tells you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. 

Both of you spent, you lay with your bodies intertwined like this for a while before Alastor eventually pulls himself out of you and steps away. Heading into the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and wets it, before bringing it out to gently wipe up the mess seeping down your leg.  Bringing the rag up to wipe himself as well, he flings it across the room, then lays down on the bed beside you. Alastor pulls you into his arms tenderly, peppering your hair and forehead with doting kisses. In a post-orgasmic bliss, you slip peacefully into slumber, feeling safe in his arms.

[dhiings]

𖦹 NANA Tour w/ Seventeen - EP 1

I'm sorry if there's any translation from Korean that is not entirely correct. I mainly used the sentences/convo/lines from the episode itself hihi. Currently into nana tour, cause i'm missing gose so muccch :""

Scoups entering the dark room alone to wake up Jane. 5 minutes had passed by since seventeen member knock on her door. She's the last two member to be awakened from sleep. Na PD, including the staffs still patiently waiting for her to come out. After further knocking and missed calls, still, no sign of movement or even sound. Scoups decided to take matter with his own hand by entering her room.

"nooka?", Scoups trying to wake her up in small voice. Noticing it wont work, he softly nudge her body to wake her up. "Hm? cheol oppa?", Jane starting to get in touch with the reality.

"Wake up and get ready. Everyone's waiting for you in front of the room", he answered gently. He then starts combing her messy hair with his hand waiting for an answer. "Just tell em to come inside, sleepy", she said while yawning.

"Just come in guys!", he said with a louder voice. Still standing right beside Jane who's now in sitting position instead of lying down. All members and staffs starts to barged in and immediately in awed seeing her awakened-bared face.

"Jein! Woah, you look very pretty waking up. Woah... seventeen members, as expected, handsome and beautiful humans", Na PD said.

Still in between dream land-and-reality, the only sentence that comes out of her mouth is, "Whose birthday are we going to suprise? Oh- Why so many people?". Hearing that, Seungkwan and Mingyu bursts laughing. "Yah! Someone give her water", Hoshi said. Jeonghan hand her a bottle of water. "Oh-Na pd? 안녕하세요? [hi?]", now that she's quite awake after drinking some water.

"HAHA, hi jane. C'mon, get up, were finally going to do it.. today! Youth Over Flowers!"

Still in confusion, she answered lightly, "huh? what? where?"

"Italy noona, I-TAL-LI-A" Dino added. Her eye wide open, she was gagged and her mouth was wide open.

Then, they continued to go to the next room and wake up the last member, The8. On their way to The8's room. Jane was walking beside Scoups, still in her pajama. She quietly ask him, "What about you? Are you going to go too?". He chuckled and answer, "No, how can i go.. this will need a little bit longer time to heal". Hearing that, Jane starts to look concern and sad, even though, just a second before she looks so excited with this trip. Knowing Jane have a little bit issue with separating with her loved ones, even if it's only several day, Scoups side hug her and keep reminding her, "It's okay. You'll be okay. I'm going to be okay. We're all going to be okay. Go have fun".

"OK! You only have 3 minutes to prepare. Go go go!" Na PD announce.

"WOAH, Thank god i packed my bags already. I'm a prepare child, no wonder my MBTI is 'J' '", Jane talked with the cameraman. The next moment we know, she comes back in frame looking more fresh now that she already washed her face and teeth. She quickly put on some moisturiser and put on some lip gloss. "Y'know, i feel like i'm cheating the system here by packing a small bag, but who cares, i'm just a girl hihi."

She entered the room with her finished look wrapped in a cardigan and a simple shoes. She was greeted by Na PD saying, "Ah! Bag is not allowed. It's going to get confiscated. Put it here".

Jane trying to protect her belongings by stating, "Just this small pouch! Can i just bring this pouch? this is my necessity items". Girls that get it, get it. She get a pass... BUT, only a small pouch.

Seventeen members are still speechless though (even Jane herself), they can't believe to be fooled that easily by Na PD. "To be honest, it's really hard to fool all 14 of us", Dino said.

"It's really not easy! It's really not easy!", the others comments too.

"Especially, Jane. She could always predict when something's coming!"

A while later, 6.30. Time to head to the bus. On her way to go downstairs, she saw PLEDIS CEO... "OH- 대표님!", she urged to hug him before she go inside the elevator. "Have fun, okay?" he command.

"Sir yes sir!"

Before entering the bus, she went straight to have a goodbye hug with Scoups. "I'm going to miss you, A LOT" She said, hiding her face in his neck crook. He replied, "I'm going to miss you too nooka", while hugging her back.

He starts to let go of their hug, caressing her cheek, "Go, the others waiting for you". She looks at his eye, "Wait for me okay! I'm going to go back and bring you many maany souvenirs"

At Incheon Airport, while waiting for boarding time to Rome, she stopped by a bookstore. After looking around, she decided to buy one, to accompany her during the long flight.

At the same time when Mingyu's accident (his passport when missing) happened, Jane disappears too. Wonwoo's, being the first one to noticed it, tell the others, even to the staff that haven't board yet, to help look out for her. But, before the staff could go further into panic mode, Jane appeared from the plane's bathroom.

"Sunu-ya, you scared us to death. I thought you haven't boarded and got lost", Wonwoo approached her.

"Wah, what is wrong with today. Don't give me another heart attack please. I'm begging you. And, DK, why? just whyy DK-ya?", Na PD said inside the plane. The others just chuckled.

Throughout the flight, Jane just read her book. Being bored, Wonwoo starts to get curious and kept on peeking on her. "Watchu reading?", he said trying to get her attention. Receiving no reaction from Jane, he playfully grab her hand and starts playing with her fingers.

" 'The Collected Regrets of Clover', it's sooo good", she answered. Just as she's going to flip to the next page, she can't move her hand. She tried to wiggle it out, but there's no use. Her hand is still intact with his hand. "Wonu oppa, i can't flip the next page", she complained.

"I could do it for you!", he said, flipping the page grinning.

Once they landed in Rome, Jane and the other korean members went straight to the bus after they're done with the migration. Jane decided to stick with Wonwoo and have a seat beside him. While waiting, she decided to contact her mom and Scoups informing that they already landed safely.

She leaned on Wonwoo's shoulder, occasionally peeking his phone to see him playing 'Go-Stop' with the others.

Once The8 and Jun complete their migration process, the bus started to move.

"Oh! You came"

"You're here"

"Great job"

"Come on, come on, come on"

Jane's start chatting with Jun who's seated right behind her. "You okay?". "Yeah, just tired", he answered.

"The line must be long, aigoo, you did a great job juni oppa. Here, take a choco bar i steal from the airplane", she offers

"Ah, thanks uki!"

"You too Hao oppa", giving another choco bar to The8, who's sitting not far from her.

Not being in the conversation with the others, Jane's confused on why everyone's laughing. She just stare at Wonwoo, asking 'what happened' with her eyes. "Ah, the airport is called Lenoardo da Vinci. But, DK suddenly just said, Vernon, he thought it was the other Leondardo DiCaprio", he explained.

"Ahhh", hearing that, Jane needs time to process. Then, realisation hit her. Chuckling and teasing DK. But, she get teased back because she realized too late, the joke was already stale.

Once they arrive in front of the colosseum, Jane was so amazed by it. It never conquer to her that it will be this massive big. Then, they took their own time to observe and look around.

Jane followed The8 to observe and admire it by their own eyes (not forgetting to take a picture too!).

Before they all went back, they took a photo with Scoups whose in the phone with Hoshi. "Go back to sleep, don't forget to eat the medicine. Bye bye coupsie oppa!", Jane added before Hoshi ended the call.

Arriving at the Airbnb, she decided to live in the same room with Dino and Jun. Then, she play a game that Na PD insisted, until, he decided to end it because it's hopeless seeing the member keep winning in every round. Before going to bed, they receive a letter that Scoups wrote, which ofc Jane voluntary ask if she can read it.

" Thank you for picking my letter. I feel so sorry for you guys going without any preparation. I will be waiting for you well in Korea. You can use this card however you want, okay? Have fun. I love you.", she read it aloud.

FUN FACT: the voice behind "Nana tour~" in between scene is actually jane's voice

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Nobody's Fool (Astarion x GN! Reader) Part 4

Synopsis: Astarion kissed Shadowheart during Truth or Dare and then he kisses you in the heat of Battle. You and Astarion have a heart to heart after he refuses to give back your bedroll. Astarion realizes how much he needs you and wants you around.

CW: Dead dove, fighting violence (beating the heck out of Nere)

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“Hold it!” 

 “Easy now! Let’s not do anything hilarious!” He says all too quickly to the Deep Gnome.

“Shut your mouth hoon or I’ll shut you down.”

 He really hates Gnomes and this certainly isn’t helping. 

 Astarion could not be more horrified with the situation in front of them right now and you are in shock- the amount of ‘blow up dust’ as you so ungraciously called it, could quite literally destroy every single person in this room. 

 Gods, Astarion adores you. Only you would panic and yell, “GUYS THAT’S A LOT OF BLOW UP DUST!” 

 Karlach is laughing hysterically out of fear and Gale looks like he may actually shit himself. Astarion is somehow the calmest individual here and that doesn’t bode very well for him. He isn’t keen on planning and with you out of commission, Karlach on the verge of hysteria, and Gale, oh so usually fearless Gale, is having second thoughts about this adventure, it’s up to Astarion to keep you all from imploding. 

 “DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” the Gnome roars, earning a roll of Astarion’s eyes, “state your business.”

“W-we are here because we really need some of that powered, “ you say awkwardly, “you are Philomeena? I presume?” 

“What’s to say?” Her thick accent grinds on his ear drums, “you’re Nere’s bootlicker- saw you sail in. A godsdamned True Soul.

“Better to die in this shit heap than moonrise. If you want me- come get me.”

 Astarion takes over the conversation from there and manages to talk her down and she retreats- leaving them just enough to free Nere and the Deep Gnomes trapped in the rock fall. 

“I suppose romance is dead,” Gale tsks, “that Gnome is heartless.” 

“Eh,” Astarion shrugs, “I’m not entirely surprised- that ‘lover’ of hers is rather annoying.” 

“Annoying?” You whirl around, looking very confused, “what in the hells do you mean by annoying?” 

 You are the emotional equivalent of a poofy cat right now and Astarion had a feeling something may eventually strike one of your nerves.

 The group had played a massive game of Truth or Dare the night before. Shadowheart, for whatever reason, dared Astarion to kiss her. He figured it was just in good fun- no big deal.

 He is beginning to think that he may have been sorely, sorely mistaken and so does Shadowheart- and coincidentally, Karlach.

 Their line of thought had been that you may finally make your move.

 It backfired miserably. 

 You talked to him throughout the night like you normally do, but you weren’t nearly as forthcoming with your own answers, and you told him you didn’t know if you were up for a cuddle. You said you just “had a bad dream the night before and I don’t want to wake you up from all my thrashing. It usually accompanies the second night.” 

 He knows it’s utter shit. He saw how heartbroken you looked and the way you seemed to indulge in far more wine than you usually do. You decided you were over the game after a few more rounds and decided to go to bed- he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if you would want his comfort or not so he joined you a bit later- certainly space would be the best thing he could provide.

 It once again occurred to him that that was not the direction to go after Shadowheart and Karlach confronted him after everyone else went to sleep.

“Now they are going to think you don’t care at all!” 

“Fangs- if you want to fix this, I suggest you go sprinting that way sooner than later.” 

 “I merely meant that she seems a wee bit clingy, my Dear,” he says nonchalantly, “all that worrying over someone who doesn’t feel the same would be exhausting.”

“It is.” 

 You are turning around before anyone can even say a word. 

“I’m sorry, Fangs,” Karlach whispers before racing to catch up with you. 

 He sighs heavily- he should be next to you right now. 

“Trouble in paradise?”

 Astarion scowls, “I don’t need your advice, Gale, I have standards.” 

“Maybe, but I’m not the one who hurt Tav’s feelings by kissing my ex- fling,” he states matter of factly, “you know how much they care for you- you didn’t think to tell Shadowheart, ‘no’?” 

“I-“ Astarion goes to defend himself but then realizes that, unfortunately, Gale is right. Only he has no idea how to say no. It never occurred to him that he would be allowed to tell other people no- not just you.

“I don’t think less of you, Astarion,” Gale says promptly, “I am no stranger when it comes to the topic of love.

“You should do something meaningful for them.” 

“And whatever the hells can I do!?” He tries not to sound so whiny and desperate, “they despise me right now and why wouldn’t they!?” 

 And that is when Gale drops the bomb of all bombs.

 He told Astarion your first date plans for him- sea shell hunting, a bottle of wine, and just getting to know each other. At the time it may have made him scoff and make fun of you- what a ridiculous concept, taking him to collect seashells. 

 Only now, he wants to do that more than anything, but you have already crossed the river and you all have yet to get Nere’s head in one of your bags for the Myconoid colony. He isn’t even entirely sure there are seashells down here!

 He stands firm in his resolve- he will continue to act as if nothing is different, maybe be more affectionate, and then when you all finally make it out of the Underdark and if there is a decent beach near the Crèche- he is going to take you on the date of the Century and you won’t have to question his affections ever again.

 It is bad for his plan- after all. 

  He follows you and Karlach as you make the trek back to the slaves and the slavers attempting to free Nere and the others trapped behind the rock wall. 

 You still avoid his gaze when you talk to the Deep Gnomes and the Duergar- informing them that you have the solution to all their problems and then some.

 Everything pops off instantly- you are rage filled and Nere being an ass earns him a thunder wave that sends him flying backwards.

 The fight is brutal and Astarion is keeping up with Nere in the mess of battle around them- you protect him with sanctuary and give him as many advantages as you are able while also making sure the others are equally as taken care of. 

 “ASTARION!” 

 Astarion ends Nere and turns just in time to see an enlarged Duergar come stumbling towards him- grabbing him by the head before flinging him towards the Lava. 

 If he’s being completely honest- it’s not the worst death he could experience and he isn’t all that upset about it.

 However, he never does get devoured by the lava below. You jumped in time to grab him and he forgot that you had consumed a potion of flying and elixir of giant strength before the battle. You were hyper worried about the lava and he supposes he is grateful for it as you both go rolling onto one of the rock platforms floating like a ship.

 Astarion begins to feel the impact of the situation he had been about to experience. He supposes it probably wouldn’t have been that pleasant of an experience, but still not the worst.

 You, on the other hand, risked your sanity and innocence for him- not even knowing if you would be able to get to him or not. 

 The battle continues to roar around both of you, but his attention is entirely on you. 

 You care for him- really care for him- and he has come to really care for you too. How can you not see how much he cares about you? How are you still clouded by his regretful rejection!?  

 “Are you okay?” You are a sweaty, horribly panicked mess, “are you hurt? Any scratches? What about-“

 You are cut off by his lips against yours and his hands cupping your face. 

  You look dazed when he finally stops and thankfully, he is able to recover somewhat and sends an arrow flying at the duergar that was about to shoot you. 

 You both re-engage in the battle- now using ranged attacks to cover each other and the others. 

 It feels like eons before it ends, but you never leave each other’s side and he could do this for as long as needed as long as you are nearby. If your safety and his safety are in question, he will not leave until both of you are safe. The idea of abandoning you, in spite of how afraid he is, makes him sick. 

 You give him a weak smile by the time it’s over- you are obviously overheated and feeble. Sweat drips down your face and neck- he supports you and Gale helps to teleport you both over. 

 Astarion beheads Nere like he promised he would and the trek back to camp feels like an eternity. He is even feeling overheated and that is saying something. 

  You go with the rest of the women to clean up and that leaves Astarion to wonder if he crossed the line. Maybe he misread all the signs and you have been over him for a while now. 

 A sigh of relief leaves his mouth when you enter the tent- you look torn by his presence and you sit crisscrossed with your hands folded across your chest.

“You have to choose.”

“I-I beg your pardon?” he scoffs.

“You either kiss me or you kiss Shadowheart, but I can’t keep feeling confused and heartbroken like this. I know you rejected me, but that still doesn’t mean you can play with my feelings.”

 Astarion feels a lump form in his own throat- he didn’t realize how much he had hurt you with his actions. He knew to some extent they hurt you, but he hadn’t realized that this had maybe been an ongoing issue for you and the majority of his actions have been kind of confusing. 

“I choose you,” he states quickly, “I’m surprised that is even a question at this point, Darling.”

“I- WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?” You sputter, “You rejected me!” 

“And I told you I regretted it!”

“When!?”

“That day on the beach!”

 You look dumbfounded and like you have no idea what he is even talking about. It takes you a few more moments until it seems to click, but then you just look even more annoyed.

“That was barely anything!”

“To you maybe!”

 You guffaw, an adorable pout on your face, “then why did you kiss her again?”

“It was for a game,” he rolls his eyes with exasperation, feeling agitated beyond belief, “if I knew this would be this much of a headache, I wouldn’t have come into your tent or kissed you today.” 

 He realizes what he says almost immediately after saying it. Your face is incredibly still and you look really, really hurt. 

 You get up and grab your bed roll- storming towards the entrance.

“Darling-“

 You swat his hand away, but he’s not about to give up that easily. He grabs for anything and you are fighting over your bedroll now.

“Give it back, Astarion!” 

“Absolutely not- not until you forgive me and agree to stay!” 

 “I’m not ready to!”

“Then I guess you won’t get your bedroll or sleep!” 

 The two of you stare at each other, neither party budging and when you do a test pull, he narrows his eyes at you and holds the sleeping bag even tighter. 

 Admittedly, the idea of you walking away from him while you are still upset makes him feel like he’s been flayed. He doesn’t want to sit agonizing about what his punishment may be if you decide you are never able to forgive him. His brain is going to extremes- you will either never speak to him again, kick him out, stake him, return him to Cazador, or you will serve Cazador level punishment. 

 He knows you wouldn’t do any of those things in his rational brain- you probably just need a moment to breathe-but his nervous system is alight with fear and worry. His brain is telling him he cannot let you walk out of your tent until this is resolved. 

 You pull on it again and his grip only tightens more- that’s when he becomes aware of the fact that he is shaking and he hasn’t blinked or breathed in a moment. Not a sound has escaped him- he oozes worry and fear. 

 He doesn’t want to go back to how things were before he gave you the Restoration Amulet- he doesn’t want to lose his cuddle time with you or your affection or gain your hatred.

 He doesn’t want you to realize what Cazador had so long ago- Astarion is a nuisance, a dumb ass, and a fool. He’s naive and ridiculous- unloveable at best. 

 He doesn’t want you to see him that way, but maybe it’s too late now. Maybe the damage is already done and this is only making it worse.

“Astarion?” Your voice is soft and your head is tilted, “it’s okay- I can be upset with your actions and vice versa without something bad happening. I just- well I guess I needed some time to cool off.” 

 He can’t speak- his body has shut down entirely. When did that happen? His body is disconnected from his brain and he is floating in space. He feels so far away from you and it makes him want to cry like a pathetic child who is afraid of a monster under the bed. 

 He needs you and he doesn’t want to admit it.

“Astarion?” 

 The way he let’s go of the bed roll is almost robotic.

“No worries, Darling,” his mask comes up again- something he hasn’t felt the need to do in a while, “go, cool off or whatever it is you need to do. I will find something else to preoccupy my time.” 

 He turns back towards his stuff in your tent- maybe he should pack it up? Give you a night to yourself? 

 Maybe he should start heading towards Baldur’s Gate and attempt to free himself from Cazador. It will likely end in his death, but maybe that is for the better. Nobody needs a broken piece of garbage hanging around. 

 A gentle hand on his shoulder makes him stiffen even more, but your scent and the sound of your heartbeat are enough to keep him from lashing out in fear. 

 “Astarion- please stand up and look at me- please.”

 He does as he’s told because what else can he do? You are mad at him and he can’t afford to lose you. 

 Astarion, in his haze, is confused by the sad look on your face. You should be elated- he is broken and ready to be used for whatever you need. Whatever you want- as long as it means you will come back to him by morning and you won’t think less of him than you probably already do. 

 Your hands gently move to his cheeks and your eyes are boring into his empty, unblinking, spacey ones. He can hear your heartbeat racing- your response to the monster in your tent. However, you could not be more gentle, caring, and brave.

“Come back to me, Star,” you whisper, “you’re safe here with me. I care about you so much.” 

“I am fine, Darling.”

“No, you aren’t,” you frown and your eyes begin to look watery, “I can see you, Astarion. You are panicking. I am so sorry. Everything is okay- I am not going to leave you or hurt you and I still think the world of you. It was just a… well I don’t know what it was, but it’s okay. I promise.”

 It’s like the first rays of sun through the tent in the morning- your voice calls to him as it does when he is having nightmares. 

 The person who hid away long ago, the 39 year old boy who had been tricked- is peering through the fog and at you. Astarion feels as desperate as he did the moment he was dying- he needs help and instead of Cazador looming over him, you are offering a healing hand. 

 The boy who needed someone like you is awakening within him as you continue to coax him back to life. His tears are falling, his heart is broken- he isn’t sure he wants to be experiencing the cathartic sensation of finally letting go of some of the pain that has been etched into his body- into his soul. 

 He also didn’t mean to make the situation about himself, but you don’t seem to mind. Of course you don’t- why would you? You are you.

“You are safe here with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you- I won’t ever hurt you. I promise. Just like I know you won’t let anyone hurt me.” 

 You trust him to keep you safe. You believe that he is capable of doing so.

 The entire dam breaks- he bursts into tears uncharacteristically and his sobs are broken and raw. Astarion holds onto you like Karlach does Clive. 

 He doesn’t remember when you hugged him back, but he is finally brought completely back after several moments of embracing each other. Your shoulder is drenched in tears and he is still shaking, but he is more aware now.

 Safe. It is safe here. 

 “I didn’t mean it,” he whispers.

“I know you didn’t.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I forgive you,” you say firmly, “I-I was upset and I know other people being displeased hasn’t been the best experience for you. I will try to communicate my frustrations and needs better next time.” 

“And I won’t do something as stupid as kiss Shadowheart again.”

“You are allowed to do whatever you please.”

“I know and I will actually tell her, ‘no’.”

 Your brows are furrowed, “what do you mean?”

“Gale made me realize that I am allowed to say no.”

 You blink a few times, a flash of guilt crosses your face, and then you press a quick kiss to his cheek- it’s your turn to wipe his tears away and you smile at him sadly.

“You are always allowed to say no and if someone has an issue with it, then they are going to have to answer to those fangs and my long sword.” 

 Your words are like music to his ears.

 He takes your bed roll from the ground, rolls his out as it should be and then covers it with yours. You both climb into the covers- your body heat is like an antidote to his poisoned mind. The fear continues to ebb away. 

 Astarion lays his head against your chest and you stroke his hair. He hums happily against your sweat sheened skin. Your tank top sticks to you, but the spots where he lays seem to be drying up a bit more. 

 He loves how fundamentally alive you are. Astarion has never been able to enjoy another person’s presence and cuddling is the only act that has never been ruined for him. He loves the ability to hear your heart thrumming through your chest and your blood in your veins. Every breath reminds him to breath and he seems to always follow your rhythm. His favorite is when you fall asleep.

 Your breathes are soft and slow- your heart is lazy and you are in a deep, deep sleep. You have a predator cuddling with you- one that you have given permission to drink from you at any point- and yet you sleep as sound as a babe. Your trust in him means more than words could ever say. 

 How many nights had he spent terrified and afraid in Cazador’s company? Or in the kennels? Sometimes even locked away in a crypt and once his own coffin!

 The night he would have a moment for a cuddle, he would lay against them or vice versa, but he knew their death was on the way and it felt wrong. It felt like he was lying to them and it bothered him more than he would ever openly admit to anyone- well, besides you maybe. 

 Now, he listens to the heartbeat of the ‘Hero’ in the grand scheme of things and he knows he will awaken to you tomorrow morning. You will have a smile on your face and lead this group to that Gods awful forge- bravery and confidence in your stance even though you are basically facing impossible odds. 

 And he trusts you. Astarion will be by your side with both of his daggers ready to strike at your word and he knows the same goes for you towards him. 

  For the first time in 200 years, Astarion lets himself believe that he may truly end up being free of Cazador. As long as you are by his side, anything is possible.

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 22

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“I’m sorry alright, I was hurt and angry and I should’ve never took it there with Yara. I don’t want us to be like this anymore. I want you. Only you.”

It took everything in Airielle to push Josh away from her. “No” She said, holding her hand out when he tried to walk back towards her. “No, I kissed Ray and yes, it was wrong but you fucked her.” Josh felt his heart shatter at the pure anguish in her eyes. “Which means that it’s something that you've been wanting to do.” Josh started shaking his head. 

“No. Don’t even think like that man,”  This wasn’t going how Josh had planned. He understood that Airielle was pissed and she had every right to be. But what about him? She had broken up with him out of the blue. Then she had gone out on not one but TWO dates with that cornball and to top it off, she kissed him. So yeah, he had hit Yara up and asked if she wanted to chill. She was in the wrong just as much as he was. 

“So what am I supposed to think?!” She shouted, getting extremely frustrated with him. “If I never came to your place that day, would you have told me about you and her?” Josh sighed and avoided her gaze. Because they both knew the answer. He wasn’t going to tell her shit. 

“I’m sorry Airielle.” He finally said and she rolled her eyes heavenward.  “How many times do you want me to apologize, Rih?” Josh asked. “I never wanted to hurt you. I wanna make it right. What can I do to fix this?” 

“There’s nothing you can do to fix this.” She muttered, pushing her way past him and back over to the section where her friends were, with Josh hot on her heels.  

“What happened?” Trinity asked, seeing the look on her friend's face. Airielle shook her and picked up her purse. 

“Nothing.” She said too quickly for anyone to believe her.  “Seriously, I have an early flight in the morning. Have fun on y’alls trip.” She said, giving Jon and Trinity a hug. As she turned to leave the section Josh stood in her way. 

“Josh-” She started but Yara called out over her. 

“Bae, move so she can leave. Nobody wants her here anyway.” She fake whispered the last part, but even with the thumping music of the club everyone heard her.  Bae huh? Airielle chuckled as she remembered the kiss the two of them just shared. 

“You heard you’re girl, move so I can leave.”  Josh narrowed his eyes at Airielle. 

“She ain’t my anything. How many times do you want me to tell you that? It was comical how fast Yara's face dropped at Josh’s words. 

“Could have fooled me.” Airielle shrugged and tried to walk around Josh.  

“If you leaving so am I.” Airielle sighed and rolled her eyes.  “Come on, you wanna leave right?” He asked her, holding his hand out for her to take. 

“You're kidding me right?” Yara scoffed and stood from her seat. She slid in between Josh and Airielle, with her back facing Airielle. But like he had been doing all night, he paid her dust and moved his body to the side a little bit to look at Airielle, since Yara was taller than her and was blocking his view of Airielle. 

“Thea told me to stay away from you but noo, silly me right?” Yara scoffed as she started arguing with Josh. Airielle took that as her cue to leave. She slipped past Yara and Josh and darted for the exit of the nightclub. She was happy that the hotel was within walking distance, it gave her time to think about everything. 

She had bigger problems to worry about. She was still looking over her shoulder every second of the day, waiting for Christopher to strike next. She had somewhat prepared herself. She had gone and brought a taser to protect herself.  She knew that with the connections he had, it was only a matter of time before he showed up again. 

“Just let her be Josh.” Trinity said as she grabbed his arm to stop him from following after Airielle. “She has a lot going on right now.” 

“I can’t let her be Trin.” Josh stressed, rubbing his hand over his beard, before letting out a sigh. “I’m in love with her.” 

“Ok, that’s it.” He heard Yara mutter before, she stood from the sofa and stomped off with Thea chasing after her. Trinity looked at him but he shrugged.  

“Just give her time little bro.” Jon slurred as he sat back on the couch and closed his eyes. “She loves you too. Her feelings are hurt.” 

“I’m trying Uce, I really am.”  He didn’t know how much longer he could wait though. 

Airielle wasn’t even in her hotel room for a full two minutes before there was a knock at her door. She let out an exasperated sigh, thinking it was Josh but it wasn’t and she so wished it was. 

Airielle wasn’t even in her hotel room for a full two minutes before there was a knock at her door. She let out an exasperated sigh, thinking it was Josh but it wasn’t and she so wished it was.  Airielle felt like she was going to be sick to her stomach as Chris grinned at her. 

“You were supposed to wait for me.” He said. “Color me surprised when I found out you were seeing someone. Joshua Samuel Fatu.” Christopher sneered, backing her into the room and shutting the door behind him. 

“Shit.” Airielle whimpered as she fell backwards after tripping over one of her heels that she left in the middle of the floor, twisting her ankle in the process. 

“I was biding my time, you know. Just waiting for the perfect opportunity to see you again and.” He stops and lets out a humorless chuckle.  “And what do I see? You kissing this nigga like I don’t fucking exist. Like you not engaged to be married TO ME!.” He yelled at her, advancing towards her and fisting the front of the robe to pull her to her feet.  

“Chris let go of me!” She yelled hoping and praying that her screams woke up her neighbors and one of them called security. 

“How could you leave me and go with him! He’s a fucking wrestler Airielle. I’ve always treated you so fucking good. Gave you whatever you asked for. Can he do that! Huh?!”  She let out another scream as he threw her to the nearest wall. 

Josh had promised Trin that he would leave Airielle alone for the night and try to talk to her when they both were back in Pensacola and had clear minds. But he couldn’t do that. Something in his gut was telling him to go and talk to Airielle. 

After bribing the ladies at the front desk, he made his way up to the 5th floor.  He had no idea what he was going to say to her ,because he said everything. He already told her how he felt and that he would do anything and everything to win her back. 

“1015” He muttered as he started walking down the hall. As he got closer to her room something in his gut was telling him to hurry up and get there.  Just as he was about to knock her heard her scream, followed by the sound of glass shattering and a thud. 

The door opened and Airielle ran right into Josh. 

 “No!” She lashed out “get off of me!”  

“Airi chill, it's me, it's Josh” He said, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his body. She couldn’t calm down. She started to hyperventilate. “Baby relax” He stated as he peeked into her room, eyebrows drawn together at the sight of the man passed out on her floor, a broken lamp shattered near his head. 

Josh pulled her closer to his chest and pulled out his phone dialing 9-1-1. After hanging up with the police, he called Trin. 

Airielle felt herself relax as she buried herself deeper into Josh’s embrace, the sound of his heartbeat calming her. 

“Who is that?” He asked as Trinity and Jon walked off the elevator towards them.

“Christopher.” Josh had to strain to hear her because she had pressed her face into his chest. 

“Wait, your ex?!” 

“Airi!” Trinity called out as they got close and Airielle removed herself from Josh’s arms and threw her body into her bestfriends.  “Did you call the cops?” Josh nodded, but kept his eyes on Airielle. 

“You wanna stay with me tonight?” Airielle nodded and Josh and Jon.  went into her room, still keeping an eye on Christopher’s unconscious body as he went to grab her suitcase and pack up some of her stuff that she hadn’t packed yet. 

“What happened.?” Trinity asked her, tears glistening in her eyes at the thought of her best friend being hurt again by Christopher. 

By the time Airielle was done recapping what happened, the police had arrived and taken her statement before arresting Chris. But Airielle knew that wasn’t going to be the end. He was a very high profile lawyer and his last name held some weight to it. He would be out of jail in no time with no actual repercussions and the thought of that scared Airielle to death, because how was she going to stop him?

Well... he attacked but Airielle is not the same girl she was 2 years ago, she wasn't going to let him put his hands on her again.

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[behindthesoul]

Your MK men as parents headcanons are very interesting. Would you write other MK men as parents? Especially I want to read Rain and Havik!

MK Men as Parents pt2

Masterlist || Part One

Characters: Rain, Havik, Quan Chi, Kenshi

Note: Combined a couple of requests into one. Also, sorry this one took forever to come out!

Rain

Probably one of the more normal parents.

He’s a lot more chill compared to himself in other timelines. I can see him being a proud parent to one or two children. Maybe twins?

Teaches his kids to be a better mage than he is. He tries to make his lessons as fun as he possibly can.

Though, he can become frustrated if they aren't taking their teachings seriously. If something were to happen, they need to learn how to defend themselves.

In some MK1 intros you can tell Mileena (understandably) has a lot of distaste for Rain. So much that she wants his mother banished.

I can imagine his children are involved in this banishment which irritates him. His family, especially his innocent children, do not deserve to be punished for his actions.

The main driving force behind Rain’s mission to atone for his actions is his children. He wants to show that if you make a mistake, you should try to make things right. He also wants to be a man his children can be proud of.

Havik

A pretty hands off parent.

I can’t imagine him ever having a complete grasp on this parenting thing.

Just has one kid and refuses to have more.

His kid just kind of does whatever and Havik doesn’t care. Just as long as they don’t make a mess he has to clean up.

Has the “world’s your oyster” mentality.

This behavior is boosted to 100% after his burns. He embraces the chaos, and what’s more chaotic than having a kid?

Havik and his kid are public menaces, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s less of a parent and more of a cool older friend.

Don’t come to him for emotional support or other things like that. Having to actually parent his kid makes him feel tied down.

If his kid wants too much from him he’ll somewhat drift away.

You’ll have to hope their other parent is in the picture.

Quan Chi

Totally the parent who somehow knows their kid’s every move.

He knows when their kid has done something they shouldn’t so there’s never any use in lying to him. He just has this look on his face and his kid knows they’re in trouble.

Excuse my only child self for HCing every character as being a single parent but Quan Chi definitely only has enough energy for one kid.

He feels guilty for bringing a child into the world when he can barely take care of himself. Spending hours and hours in the mines, Quan Chi is exhausted by the time he sees his kid.

All his child knows is a dad who always looks tired and dejected.

That is, until he gets an opportunity to live a better life. A place to sleep, clothes that aren’t tattered, and fresh food - all necessities that his child now gets to experience.

Whenever his child asks how he was able to provide their new life, he just smiles and gives a cryptic answer.

Kenshi

His child was kept hidden. Kenshi thought it best to keep his child away from the whole Earthrealm-Outworld war.

None of his allies knew he was a father til the day they were all thrown in jail with Baraka. Thinking it was his last day on earth, he let the secret spill. Kenshi told everyone all about his child.

He mourned the fact he’d probably never see his child again. Of course, he did; after he helped defeat Titan Shang Tsung.

Kenshi was very nervous to meet his child again. What if they don’t react well to his blindness? Johnny pulls him out of his negative thinking. If your kid is as kind as they say you are, then why would they have a bad reaction?

It eases him a bit, but he’s still a little nervous. He feels like a fool for having those thoughts when his child runs to him, screaming his name. The last few weeks of fighting for Earthrealm was all worth it for them.

His child is a bit confused when they see the mask over his eyes.

“You can’t see me!” They say with a frown.

Sento glows, and Kenshi suddenly sees all the details of his child’s face. He smiles, assuring them.

“Yes I can.”

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@mortal-kombat-shitposts

[joocomics]

i need to loose my mind over ONE SPECIFIC clip of jiseok because wild cherry (which was fucking amazing btw) made me simp even more for him (is that even possible ?)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C4nLgNjuY0I/?igsh=djZveG83NXY4eXM1

like why is this so attractive for no reason at all ??? who gave him the right to look like this ??? and just like that rockstar!jiseok pops into my mind 😔 (wanted to share my misery with you sweetie <3)

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a/n: tysm for reading and loving wild cherry aaah ily <33 HE IS INSANELY HANDSOME why did i had to ult him along with joo this is torture 😞 (you know you’re always welcome to share your misery love~)

rockstar!jiseok who’s your fuck buddy cause he’s not the type to do relationships. he’s straight forward with you, telling you that he just fools around with no strings attached bc his career is more important, and you say you have no problem with that - how would you miss on some fun with such a hot rockstar that every single girl wishes she could be desired by? who sings with eyes searching for yours in the crowd and winks at you every time he sees your hands going over your boobs as you dance to his songs; who drags you backstage and fucks you using all the adrenaline rush the concert has created in him. he degrades you for your slutty attitude and the shameless way you keep running back to him, and you cherish every second of it. you end up continuing the night at a hotel every single time cause you can’t leave each other. it’s way too addictive.

rockstar!jiseok loves taking you to after parties with him. he shows you off as his hands are roaming all over your body just an hour after he made you cry from too much orgasms. his ego enjoys the way everyone stares at both of you with jealous eyes. sex with him always brings you tears cause he has a hard time stopping. since he doesn’t know when exactly will be the next time he will get to see you, he wants to make the most of it which means he makes you cum as many times as possible…

sometimes when he takes you as his date to parties and such you think that maybe his feelings are turning more serious, but you can never be sure unless you ask, and you don’t want to be the first to bring it up, especially when you think you know what the answer would be. “fuck… best pussy ever… you were made for me, baby,” he says, drunk on the pleasure he finds in your body, and your heart skips a beat; you feel a slight sense of hope. “am i your favourite?” you ask, and he smiles, smearing your lipstick with his thumb. “of course, baby,” he whispers, but somehow the answer doesn’t seem to satisfy you as you expected it to…

[sydsaint]

Danny you will always be special to me <3

Summary: Daniel starts to get up with the readers constant flirting and teasing and decides to make a move on her.

It's a routine morning in the gym for Daniel. He's hanging out with Action Andretti, Nick Wayne, and the Martin brothers and working on his chest today.

The boys are all hanging out and swapping training tips when Daniel notices Andretti's eyes widen at something behind him. "Andretti, you alright?" Daniel asks his friend.

"Not anymore, no." Andretti shakes his head. "Trouble just walked onto the floor. And god does she look good today." He sighs and nods behind Daniel.

Daniel turns around and scans the room for whatever's got Andretti so breathless. And once he's turned around, it doesn't take Daniel long to spot you chatting up the guy at the front desk.

"Oh no." Daniel huffs. "What the hell is YN doing here?" He turns back to Andretti. "Is one of us talking to her right now? Cuz I know it ain't me." His eyes flit briefly past the rest of his friends.

"It ain't me." Darius shakes his head.

Dante shakes his head glances over at Nick. "She scares me." Nick admits with a nervous laugh.

"Pretty sure she scares us all." Andretti replies. "I haven't talked to her in a while. Last I heard she was going out with Ricky." He recalls seeing you backstage with Starks a few weeks ago.

"Hmm." Daniel turns back around to see if you're still talking with the guy at the front desk.

Daniel's heart skips a beat when he finds you absent from the front desk. He frantically scans the room for where you've sauntered off to.

"Danny! You lose something?" You pop up at Daniel's side and cause him to jump slightly.

"YN." Daniel regains his composure and attempt to keep his cool.

You grin at Daniel and peer over his shoulder curiously at the group he's hanging out with. "Well well, all my favorite boys in one place." You giggle and wink past Daniel's shoulder. "How lucky am I, running into you all here. Oh, and you guys even have the newbie with you!"

Daniel watches your eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint when you spot Nick standing off to the back of the group. Nick's eyes widen when you lock onto him. "Hey, YN." He offers you a small wave.

"Hi, Nicky." You giggle and wave at him.

"What are you doing down here so early?" Daniel attempts to direct your attention back to him. "Since when are you up and about this early anyway?" He asks you.

You turn sharply back to Daniel and quirk a brow at him. "What? A girl can't get her workout in early anymore?" You ask him.

"You're up to something." Daniel replies as he stares at you. "I don't know what yet. But I know you, YN." He insists.

Intrigued by Daniel's bold claim you make the sudden decision to skip training with Skye today and have some fun instead.

"Oh, is that so, Danny?" You lick your lips at Garcia. "Well then enlighten me, pretty boy. What am I up to?' You ask him.

"Honestly?" Daniel replies. "I think that you're here to do the same thing you've done to all of us. And that's fuck with poor Nick for a few weeks until you get bored of him."

You crack a grin and nod. "Oh well you've got me all figured out, don't you Danny boy?" You laugh and step to the side to look at Nick. "For your information, smart guy. As sickingly adorable as Nick is. He's a tad too young for my taste." You inform everyone. "So again, you want to tell me what I'm here for, Daniel?" You ask him playfully.

Daniel huffs which means that you're managing to get under his skin. Which you love.

"Well?" You hum with a grin when Daniel doesn't answer you.

"You love playing games, don't you, YN." Daniel steps toward you. "You just can't enough of making every guy you meet melt in the palm of your hands like some lovesick fool, huh?" He asks you and you shrug playfully. "Well I got news for you, sweetheart." Daniel puffs his chest out at you. "I ain't dumb enough to fall for the game."

You look Daniel up and down, surprised by his outburst of confidence. Not all men have the balls to get in your face like that. And it's hot as hell.

"Wow, Daniel." You grin. "I gotta say. I wasn't familiar with your game." You put your hands up. "I won't lie, it's kind of hot." You admit. "I've got a training session with Skye that I'm about to be late for. But you should text me sometime, Danny. I'd like to see some more of this side of you."

Daniel scoffs at your offer, but you can see the hint of a smile on his face. You know that he'll certainly be texting you later in the day. "Andretti, Dante, Darius. Nice seeing you all." You wave to the rest of the group. "And Nick? You keep on being adorable, baby." You wink at him.

Daniel wears a scowl as you saunter off to find Skye. He breathes a breath of fresh air with the rest of the group once you're gone and turns to them.

"She is so damn insufferable." Daniel complains.

"Yeah, but she's so hot." Andretti sighs. "Plus, she's obviously into you, Daniel. You lucky bastard." He adds.

Daniel rolls his eyes at Andretti and shakes his head. "She's flirted with all of us." He reminds the group. "What makes me so special?"

"You aren't afraid of her." Nick speaks up finally.

"Mhm." Dante and Darius agree.

Andretti nods as well and turns back to Daniel. "You're the only one whose got even a remote chance of getting with her."

"Yeah, but what does that mean for me?" Daniel shakes his head, already planning out his text to you later.

[blueteller]

So, I discovered the "random incorrect quotes generator" and had some fun with it. Here you go 😂

Alberu: So. Choi Han and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Cale: *sighs* …What did Choi Han do? Alberu: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and… Choi Han: *smiles innocently* Do you need a steering wheel, Cale-nim?

Cale: We need to get through this locked door. Bud, give me your money Bud: …Ok, here? Cale: *pockets it* Thanks. Choi Han, kick down the door Bud: …

Eruhaben: While I'm gone - Raon, you're in charge. Raon: Yes!!! Eruhaben: *whispers* On, you're the one actually in charge. On: *whispers back* Obviously.

Basen: Where's Lily? She isn't answering Violan: I'll call Basen: Father and I have both tried six times ea- Violan: Lily! Lily: *in distance* Yes?

Cale: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Choi Han: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Raon: Smad! Cale & Choi Han: … (How can he be so cute)

Tasha: Alberu, tell Mary about the birds and the bees Mary: *stares silently* Alberu: *sweats* Alberu: …They're disappearing at an alarming rate

Cale: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm f***ing pissed Gods: *shiver* (Why do I hear boss music-?)

On: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Raon: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? On: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Hong: …edible! Cale: *shivers in the distance*

Cale: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 billion gallons? Choi Han: *thinks carefully* If you stabbed me, you could just heal me with a potion, and then we could buy another big-a** villa somewhere Clopeh: *enthusiastic* You could stab me too, and then you'd have 20 billion! Choi Han: *pulls out his sword with a smile* …Good thinking

*Archie and Paseton sitting in jail together* Paseton: So, who should we call for help? Archie: …I'd call Cale, but I think I feel safer in jail

Rasheel: *sarcastic* How petty can you get? Mila: *smiling* I once edited historical documents to win an argument I was wrong about Rasheel: *scared* What the f-

Alberu: ...You know those things will kill you, right? Eruhaben: *pouring himself a glass of vodka* That's the point. Choi Han: *smoking 10 cigarettes at once* We're trying to speed up the process. Cale: *nods while eating raw cookie dough*

Witira: You have to apologize to Paseton Archie: …Fine. Archie: 'Unf*** you', or whatever

Cale: Looking left cause you don't treat me right Choi Han: Looking right because you left Raon: Looking up cause you let me down Alberu: Looking down cause you f***ed up White Star: *bleeding from having his arm ripped off* …What is wrong with you guys??

Alberu: *walks into his bedroom* …Hello, people who do not live here. Cale: Hey. Choi Han: Hello. Raon: Hi cookie prince! Hong: *chewing* Alberu: You know I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only, right? On: *shrugs* We were out of cookies

Cale: I've come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than 'f***' Raon: Human, you poopy dumbo!! Cale: … Cale: …that works, I guess

Alberu: Instructor-nim, why do you always wear black? Choi Han: So that when someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven't decided yet' is a valid response. Alberu: *thoughtfully* Hm. I should try that at the next nobles meeting

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Eruhaben* Eruhaben: *hairflips* Fool, are you blind? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived. Also, if you could drag comb through that hair you would be a 7 at most, everyone knows I'm a constant 10-

Raon: Human, you'll have a hard time believing this because it never happens - but it seems I made a mistake! Cale: *sighs* ...What did you do this time?

Deruth: You see, children, nothing in life is free- Lily: Love is free! Basen: Knowledge is free Violan: Artistic inspiration is free Cale: *smirks* Everything is free if you simply loot it

White Star: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Sheritt: I'm guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should've taken away. White Star: Death isn't real, and I'm basically God.

(Cage remix) Cage: *drinking* I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Taylor: ...I'm guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should've taken away? Cage: Death isn't real, and neither is God God of Death: *sobbing in the distance*

Deruth: Cale… just how many kids do you have? Cale: …Biologically, emotionally, or legally? Deruth: 0_0

[agendabymooner]

colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (3)

Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

Chapter Summary: Tilly finds herself flirting with Toto on the job. Unfortunately, so did Daniel and Lewis. The two drivers decided to put this information to use by making fun of their own bosses. Everyone's suddenly catching on to the dynamic of the two.

Content warning: Age gap, brief use of explicit language, discusses the 2014 austrian gp, flirtatious banter, mutual pining kind of romance, platonic relationship with Lewis Hamilton and Daniel Ricciardo, fictional family and business involved (Hearth family and Hearth Automotives Group). NO PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS INVOLVED SORRY

Note: Thank you all so much for the 30 followers! I hope my insanity entertained you (affectionate) and I'll try my best to continue on with it. This is the shortest one, I think. Let me know what you think! Enjoy xx

masterlist

iii. juliet's hit list

I will make a hit list, and Christian Horner will be at the top of it. 

While he’s an amazing and competent team principal, the absolute fool decided to deter that statement when he pulled Daniel out of the last-minute interview. He tried to explain what happened, he really did, but it would have been nicer if he paused for a second instead of pulling the Australian from the scene while his mouth was saying fuck all. Now, the Red Bull seat’s empty; the only thing that’s being filled is my temper. 

Sebastian Vettel’s time for media is already over, and as much as I would like to pull him back once more, it is better to leave him resting. Or rather, it’s best to leave him on his free practice. It turns out engines can fuck up your game one way or another. Christian Horner’s outburst post-Austrian race showed it, and it’s not anything that I can blame on the team principal.

Still, Daniel is absent right now, so I want to strangle Horner with my two hands. 

Horner must have superb hearing because when the string of curse words began to slip out of my mouth, he returned with Daniel jogging behind him.

Horner acts before I can open my mouth by shooing Daniel off to his seat in front of the waiting cameras with Lewis, Kimi, Jenson and Fernando. 

Feeling slightly relieved, I turn around to express my irritation toward Christian, zeroing in on him like he’s a culprit. He looks guilty for a second and tells me, “Minor problem with his car.”

“Is it something to be solved with his… I dunno, the engineers? Before you know… you approach him before his interview?” I point out, watching as he sighs exasperatedly. Surprisingly, he does not say anything besides a mutter of apology as he walks away. I call him quietly and say, “Team principals interview in an hour, Christian.”

He waves it off and continues to walk away. If this man is the same man my father works with, I understand why he gave me this job. He’s a headache.

From what I know, I’m not the only one to suffer from him. I did not think of it until I felt a towering figure next to me. He completely diverts my attention from my newfound migraine by standing beside me. My eyes which were once glaring at Christian, softened at the sight of Toto Wolff. 

“Mr. Wolff–” my mouth shuts at the frown that quickly appears on his face as I correct myself, “Toto.”

“Tilly, it is great to see you here,” he greets me.

We can’t speak aloud as the drivers are already answering questions. But the exchanges of smiles and the question, “How are you handling the practice day?” has taken our attention away from our drivers, our conversation turning into a series of questions about… things in general. 

I can’t remember each question, but with each answer he provides, my brain takes them in.

“You’ve mentioned you live in the country,” he says as I nod in confirmation. He asks, “How far of a trip did you make just to get here?”

I’m unsure if my answer will put me on a list of “fucking idiots who does not know how to control their mouths,” but I hear myself say, “Don’t tell me you want to get on my bed that quickly.” 

The slap of my hand catches the attention of the people near us–it’s either that or the gasp that did it. Either way, I cannot believe I’m this stupid to embarrass myself in front of… Toto?

I certainly did not embarrass myself, I tell myself while I watch Toto’s face turn red and chuckle. He laughs at it like it’s funny. Like he hadn’t expected me to say such things because of how flustered I was during my last encounter with him. 

But it isn’t just his face that caught my attention. The softness of his laugh almost had me kneeling in front of god. The last time I saw him at that 24-hour race in Dubai reminded me so much of how he is now, except more mature. He aged. But I’ll be damned if I don’t admit that he aged like wine. 

But as I’m thinking of Dubai, I suddenly ask myself: Did he remember me, too? 

As always, his voice diverts my attention from my doubts and insanity back to reality. I look up to see the redness of his face fading, his smile expressing nothing but amusement as he says, “I’m more of an old-fashioned kind, Tilly.”

“Is that right?” I find myself saying. Oh great, more ways to embarrass yourself. 

“I suppose,” he teases, “I like to woo the lady first. I don’t mind how long it’ll take me to get there, but waiting would be worth it.”

Our banter (do I even call it that?) is interrupted by the realization that we’re still in the media pit and that the drivers are already thanking the journalists and photographers after their interviews.

I cannot say any more because Daniel’s already on his way to approach me with a call, “Lady Boss!”

I turn to face him, his cheeky grin infectious as he asks, “How did you like my Aussie charm?”

Shit. I didn’t even watch him fully. I was busy drooling over–

What kind of lie would I make up? Wait, no–

“I didn’t know Aussies are charming, Daniel,” I jest, laughing while I berate myself for sounding a little nervous. “Brits are lovelier, you know?”

“Austrians do it best, right, boss?” I can hear Lewis teasing his team principal. I turn around, watching as Lewis snickers at his boss’ silence. Lewis wags his brows at me before he approaches and wraps his arm around me for a quick, tight embrace. He pulls away eventually, “He’d tell you more, but we’ve the practice to do.”

“Yeah, go, stop stealing my Lady Boss from me, Hamilton,” Daniel jokes, pulling me away from my thoughts as I shake my head. I pass it off as an expression of disagreement.

“Yeah, uh huh,” Lewis nods as if letting this banter pass before he looks at Toto. The man still stares at me, and I’m not even scared. Intrigued, in fact. I’m on my way to becoming a shareholder of his rival team, but I’m here ogling at him like it’s a modern Romeo and Juliet.

Ugh.

“Third free practice, Tils,” Daniel nudges me as I nod, finally turning away from the older man as I bid my farewell to the driver and team principal of the other team one more time. 

I tell Lewis, “I’ll see you at dinner tonight?”

Toto, catching the question that escapes my mouth, turns to look at Lewis with a surprised look. Oh no, I don’t mean like that.

Lewis, however, cheekily grins and says, “If you’re done giving my team principal the heart eyes, then sure–”

“Alright, we’re heading out,” I hear Lewis burst out in laughter as I drag Daniel out of the media room, thanking and nodding at each media staff member we pass. 

Daniel seems interested in what he’s heard but chooses not to say anything until we return to the Red Bull zone. He turns to me with a smirk and says, “You know, Tils, with the amount of berating that Horner’s taken from you, we would have assumed you’d be married or something like that.”

I glare at him, only for him to say, “But Seb and I were wrong– and I’m hardly wrong at these things. Maybe you really do hate Horner because of Wolff.”

I roll my eyes at this as he continues to joke, “Horner’s a good team principal–”

I immediately interrupted him, “But nobody can be equally competent and attractive as Wolff. So, I suggest you keep it shut before Christian gives me shit for fraternizing with his enemy. I’ve barely fraternized, but his mouth would say otherwise.”

He mimics a zipper over his mouth as he promises to keep it silent (he won't talk but media outlets certainly would). But knowing him for almost a month or so of being at the headquarters, he won’t leave my obvious schoolgirl crush down. He and Lewis already found a weapon to use while I sit with them during dinner. 

And if they continue on with it, I’ll make sure that they’re written in the hit list as second and third.

[jester089]

If request are still open i would like to request an scenario, if not you can just ignore it

Jax with an fem s/o who is very sweet and optimistic, always thinking on the bright side, always with an genuine smile on their face, being the bright happy character in the circus.

BUT...

She hides a dark secret on her room, one that she doesnt want anyone to know, not even Jax, like everytime Jax or the others tries to go near reader's room, she will go like: "get away from there." With a full dark tone and her "genuine" smile never threaning to leave her face.

She will stay strange for a few days, strangely quiet, avoiding Jax after the incident and she is not the so bright character until some weeks pass by and she is all normal again.

If confronted, Reader will go like: "Its nothing to worry about Jax. Just dont go near my room."

Ill leave it up to you to decide what the secret is, Have fun!

Keep out

I will do my best. I don't know how messed up you wanted it to be. So naturally I went as dark as I could. I want Jax to suffer. I want him to wake up each day and worry about what I will do. But also like kinda hot tbh. Their is like gore, and touchy subjects in this. Just be warned.

Jax x Happy Reader with a secret. Tw character death, gore, manipulation, sadism.

You were a little ray of sunshine. One that Jax always insists that he hates. But he's fooling no one with the gentle hold around your waist he always seems to have. Or how he never so much as insults you and will berate someone if they do. It's the poorest kept lie that he insists is true. You and Jax have a surprisingly normal relationship. Your options while here are limited but you two do many common but nice things together. Taking walks, ranting about random things, movie nights (always at his place), him "pranking" someone and you freaking out because of it. It was normal. It was nice. You were a really good partner to him. And him to you. Only thing he wanted to know was about your room. You always answer his questions with a smile but when he brings up your room you visibly darken. He's be lying if he said he wasn't curious. And worried. Are you cheating on him?! So he searched and found a key to your room. Once he had a way in he started pestering you about your room more hoping you would tell him yourself not wanting to invade your privacy but needing to know. You never did though. So he with key in hand walked up to your room. He bribed Gangle with the promise of no "pranks" for a week if she distracted you for a while while he snoops around. When he opened your door he was surprised... Your room... Is completely normal. He walks in and looks through your things finding nothing weird or concerning. "Maybe their just really protective over their personal space?" He was going to leave before he noticed a small box under your bed. He picks it up and opens it. It has a key? Weird. Oh wait. He saw a keyhole under your desk. He walks over slides the desk out of the way and tries it. It fits and opens up a secret door that leads to a stairway down. Now that is weird and concerning. He goes down the stairs and freezes. Their's a cut open Kaufmo on a metal table he has strangely realistic organs hanging out. And abstracts In cages. He looks at them. Theirs a skinny tall one with bunny ears, a short with a jesters hat, one dressed in a tattered and glitchy dress, one that looks mismatched and random... Jax swallows his fear and starts looking around. Surely you have a good reason for all this. Right? I mean your such a happy person. He finds a lot of notes from you. About how apparently you were a murderer before you came here. About how you made the abstracts from a glitch you found while looking for an excuse for people going missing. Them being the prefect reason that people just, disappear. About how you act like you're dating people, like you love them, so they'll trust you. About how you've done this so many times and everyone just thinks you keep getting unlucky with your chosen partners. About how Jax was your next. "Hey lovely. What'r you doing down here? You know I don't like people going in my room." He jumps at your soft voice right in his ear. He slowly turns to you already shaking and sweating. The door he came in from is closed. "Aww. Come on. Talk to me. Good communication is key in relationships you know." You have that voice. The loving, sweet, lighthearted voice you always have. But you're dumping a mangle Kaufmo into a meatgrinder while talking. You wipe some black blood off your face then smile at him. You walk over to the operating table and gently pat it. "Come on over love. Take a seat. I've made it extra comfy just for you~!" He doesn't move... You frown and walk over placing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Ok how about this. Sit or I will draw out your death so much more. I was thinking like a day of keeping you alive with your organs hanging out. But I can easily make that a week. Or more. So just come and sit." You place another gentle kiss to his cheek then lead him to the table.

~~~~~

You sprint into the main room startling everyone with your panicked tone and tears streaming down your face. "Everyone! Jax abstracted! I-I locked h-him in his room but... B-but I... I... I-is it me?! Am I the problem?! Everyone I date abstracts. Everyone I love dies! Am... Am I the reason!" Pomni and Gangle walk off to find Caine while Ragatha comforts you whispering encouragement and how it isn't you. You just keep getting unlucky. "The ragdoll seems to be the main one keeping that jester alive. It would be fun to watch Pomni slowly lose her mind after the doll is gone. That sounds good. I'll do her next. Then I can have some alone time with Pomni once she's gone off the deep end and everyone will just think she abstracted. Half the work double the fun! Oh Ragatha. Such a people pleaser. So caring, so loving, so trusting, so gullible. I wonder if she's meat or fluff inside? Can't wait to find out."

(This felt gross to write. It felt wrong. But I honestly feel like it turned out pretty good. Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted. But you left the secret in my hands. So I did what I wanted to. And now you know not to do that. Ever again. Cause it'll turn out weird and gross if you do.)

xoxo, Jester

[raparopa]

Helllllooo ☺️

I'm so glad I somehow got you to watch TLK and more you love it! I hope to read TLK from you and i have so many ideas but I don't want to annoy you, so just one request: maybe more if you allow. I Love your writing💓

Sihtric x F!Reader

Both still live with Kjartan, Reader is the healer or something and is almost always treated well. However, Sven has his eye 👁️ on her. (She don't like him) Sihtric is mean to her because he doesn't want to tell his feelings about her. He protects her, but even with small things. With a good end? Oh wait No ... A Bad end? Aaaah i leave it to you 😫

a/n: I tried to put all my work into it, but I didn't really like it. I hope you will have a different opinion and you will like it, because I rarely write such great works BUT feel free to ask more

@popcorn1989

warnings: Sihtric acting like a little shit, understatement, Sven

pairing: Sihtric x fem!reader (interactions)

fool and coward

Life has taught Y/N to be attentive. The way and where she lived made her grow eyes on the back of her head, as every step of the people around her could become fatal for her. Even though she was worth her weight in gold here, it would be foolish not to be afraid.

Y/N did not know how to handle a sword, fought absolutely terribly and generally preferred quiet walks to noisy feasts. But on the other hand, it was she who pulled out arrows and fragments of swords from the warriors of Kjarton, healed deep wounds and cuts, set dislocated limbs and prepared drugs for the wild hangover that ale brought on the warriors.

It was difficult to find a good healer, but Kjarton succeeded, and he was ready to take care of this girl like hundreds of chests of silver. Like the apple of an eye.

And the healer Y/N enjoyed respect and even some reverence, which seemed to be shared by everyone except Sven.

x x x

Y/N sat at a table in the darkest corner, while the hall and people were drowning in a feast. With her head propped on her hand, she examined the shiny apple, thinking about whether to bite into it or throw it at someone's head.

- Such a holiday, and the little healer is sitting alone, - someone plopped down next to her on the bench, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. -Instead of having a good time.

-Sven,- Y/N turned, clenching her teeth and clenching an apple in her hands. - Fuck off, okay? I'm not in the mood to have fun.

-What about entertaining? For example, me? - Sven grinned nastily, moving closer so that his blond beard tickled her cheek. Y/N twitched, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it didn't work. But this action made Sven laugh a lot.

-Come on, Y/N, - Sven whispered. - You're so beautiful, so cold... I just want to warm you up a little.

From this phrase Y/N wanted to die on the spot from horror and disgust.

-Go, take a dip in a barrel of water, you drunken pig.- A metallic voice came from opposite.

Opposite, resting his hands on the table, and hanging like a kite over his prey, stood Sihtric. From his look and tone, he clearly wasn't saying this in a friendly manner, rather he was waiting for an excuse from Sven to use his knife.

-Find yourself another girl, you bastard,- Sven waved him off. Y/N twitched even harder, feeling anger rising in her throat.

- You, piece of shit, told you to get lost. Otherwise, the feast in honor of the holiday will turn into a feast in honor of the funeral. Sihtric jerked sharply towards Sven, causing him to cowardly recoil from the girl.

- That's it, I understand. - He raised his hands, got up from the table, looking at Y/N for the last time and silently left.

Y/N also jumped up from the bench, dropping an apple on the table.

-Thank you, Sihtric.- She thanked.

He didn't answer, only nodding his head, still glaring at the healer with hostility.

- Will you walk me to my room? If it's not difficult for you?

He immediately nodded without thinking for a second, and Y/N and Sihtric strode down the empty corridors to the healer's room. Sitric was silent.

- Sven is an idiot. - said Y/ N, quietly. Sihtric made a strange sound.

-He wouldn’t have climbed to you if you had made more efforts not to see him next to you.- The warrior replied low.

Hearing these words, Y/N stopped.

-What are you talking about? -She was indignant. -Do you want to say that it's my fault?

-I said something else, you just...

-I'll go by myself. And I will think about how to make more efforts in order to save my life from drunken freaks. - Y/ N twitched away from Sihtric, feeling like she wants to cry at his unfair words.

-Y/N, wait.- Sihtric breathed heavily, remaining standing in the corridor, realizing how big he screwed up.

x x x

-Hurry up, Y/N! - the maid was dragging her along the corridor by the sleeve.

-Yes, what is it, Oda, what's the hurry?

- Sven sent me for you. He received some serious injury, a healer is indispensable.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but tightened her grip on her supply bundle.

They went downstairs to the main hall, where several of Kjarton's men were sitting.

-What happened? -Y/N frowned, going up to Sven, putting his things next to him.

- Call to Eir, healer, - Sven's voice was so feigned that I wanted to cry. - It seems... It seems that my arm was broken, and the pain pierces my body. Save me, beautiful maiden!-He grabbed Y/N by the waist.

-Don't talk nonsense,- Sihtric approached them, slapping Sven on the shoulder, which supposedly hurt. - You just tripped over a root and fell into the hole like a bag of shit. Go, Y/n, you are not needed here.

Y/N's eyebrows twitched. She turned slowly to Sihtric, burning him with her eyes. He looked anywhere but at her.

- No, Y/N, don't go. I didn't let you go.- Sven grumbled.

- I have patients with more serious problems than lying in a hole, Sven. I'm really leaving, thanks for the tip, Sihtric. -Y/N gathered her things and hid in the doorway.

The first snow fell from the sky, it was cool. Y/N twitched her nose at the smell of frost.

-Wait,- Sihtric caught up with her.

-Wait.-Y/N stopped abruptly, turning to face him. -What to expect? So that you say something nice again, how can you?

Sihtric rolled his eyes.

-I just want to say that you see how Sven behaves. Can you just...just not give in to his provocations? You're a smart girl, but you're acting like a little fool who doesn't understand what's going on.

-Since when do you worry so much about this?- Y/N chuckled.

Sihtric rolled his eyes.

-Apparently, you really are a fool, Y/N. - He spat sharply, turning around and leaving.

The blood boiled in the veins of Y/N. Why has he been acting like this lately? What's going on with Sihtric?

- Sihtric!

x x x

Y/N hasn't seen Sihtric for several days. But she saw Sven perfectly every time she left her room. And every time the Gods sent Y/N more and more fears, the soul told her that something was brewing.

Y/N looked out the window. The snow was falling even harder, turning into a snowfall. The trembling made its way to the very bones, the frost pinched the skin, I wanted to sleep.

-You will freeze and die.- Sihtric said as he approached her.

- Yes ... it’s sad to die a complete fool. - Y/N answered.

Sihtric exhaled noisily.

-Come on, tell me that everywhere and everywhere I am to blame, Sihtric. And tell Sven the only time he can hit on me is when I learn how to kick him in the balls.

-I was rude to you...

-That's putting it mildly! -Y/N turned to face him. -All you've been telling me for the last month is that I'm a fool who is to blame for the fact that my master's son, a one-eyed bastard, wants to turn me into a comfort rag doll. Thank you Sihtric, I've heard that from you before.

-I got excited.

-Thanks for acknowledging. I will comfort myself with this.

Sihtric opened his mouth as if about to say something. He tightly gripped his ax in his hands, looking at Y/N's face.

- We'll talk later, Y/N. I still have things to do.” He lowered his head as he said it low.

-But…-Y/N's shoulders slumped, and her eyes widened in disappointment, as if expecting what Sihtric hadn't told her. -But I…

But Sihtric had already left, burning with the desire to open his chest from his own stupidity, tear out the heart and present it to her. Instead of a thousand words.

[salllzy]

The consort #1

Charlie knew that her parents were hiding something from her, missing family portraits on the walls and shredded photos. A photo album that had been hidden from her. She wasn't a child anymore and she knew that she couldn't ask them, not when it was clear that it was painful for them. She loved her parents, he truly did but they couldn't keep her sheltered forever. At some point, she needed to spread her wings and find her own way. It was part of the reason why she had started the hotel against their wishes, both of them telling her that sinners wouldn't redeem, that they would never change. That doing so would make her a target for Heaven, to attack. Neither of them wanted that and she understood it, she really did. But she couldn't take the not knowing any more. Then one day there was a knock at the door, a deer demon dressed all in red with a cane and she knew who he was by appearance alone. The Radio Demon. She had heard her parents curse him more than once and she wondered if he was truly as bad as the rumours made him sound, it was possible but at the same time it was Hell. Rumours were spread for fun. So she knew what was said about him, she knew the whispers and rumours that flooded the streets of the Pride Ring. She would be a fool to trust him and she knew that. Yet there was something familiar about him, so achingly familiar. The way he would twirl his cane, his voice, the way he would move. Even the way he read the newspaper was all familiar to her and she didn't know why. How was it that a demon that she had never met before given her such a feeling? It made no sense. Then Charlie learned a secret that no one else knew, Alastor had a daughter. Sarah. The moment she met the doe demon she was hit with the same feeling as when she first met Alastor and she didn't like it. She knew that asking her parents wouldn't give her the answers that she wanted and she knew that asking Alastor would be the same as getting blood from a stone. Impossible. But she needed answers, the feeling of knowing them was driving her insane. Or it felt like it. So she turned to the one she knew that she would get information from. "Do me a favour and stop asking." Charlie jerked back at the harsh tone of Sarah's voice, the doe demon snapped the book close and stood up. Despite the height difference between the pair, Charlie wasn't ashamed to admit that she was scared of Sarah, there was a coldness to the doe demon that didn't go away no matter how many times they interacted. "All you are doing is opening up wounds that have never healed, dad doesn't deserve it. What he needs is for you to stop asking questions, if the King and Queen haven't answered you? Then I wont give you the answers that you are looking for, let the past stay buried. For everyone's sake." Sarah's words were final and Charlie had felt herself deflate. The last option that she had? Hadn't worked out. Then the disastrous meeting with Adam happened and she had no other choice but to get her parents involved. When they arrived at the hotel she had been so excited to introduce them to everyone, what she hadn't counted on was how hostile her parents were towards Alastor and everyone saw it. Then there was a knock at the door and Sarah entered the hotel, her eyes were cold as she looked at the King and Queen, the mocking bow that she gave them told everyone just what she thought of them. "Dad, we have a slight problem and that Problem begins with the letter V and ends with an X." She walked over to the TV where 666 news was playing. "This just in the Radio Demon has a daughter, who is this loser? No one knows, is the Raio Demon ashamed of her or is there something else going on? Who the fuck knows, but we will find out." She turned the TV off with a look of disgust, red eyes moved towards the window where a VoxTek drone was flying around. Alastor snarled and made his way to the door, he yanked it open the hinges protested the vicious movement and the wood groaned in his hands. "Huh, this is rather tame for him"

[dtmsrpfcringe]

I was wondering if it's worth writing to you or not, because you only know how to insult everyone who writes to you (then you say you're not rude) but dude... why do you care what those blogs do or don't do? Do you think Georgia or Anna will send you a message thanking you for defending them? Do you think you'll win a medal of honor as if you were the owner of morality? Do you REALLY think that a small group of people who play at guessing what happens in the private lives of some celebrities will influence the lives of those celebrities? For real??

If the pr doesn't exist then there is nothing to worry about. Everything they discuss will be mere fantasies and that's it. Nobody cares! These ladies have more important things to do than to go around looking at what is being said about them.

okay when do I say I’m not rude? My “pr tag” is called bitch pr for the love of god. I match energies; if someone comes up on my page calmly I’m going to answer calmly…if someone is a bitch however I am gonna give that back. I don’t take disrespect and I certainly don’t play ball with assclowns.

also RE: Anna Georgia. No. I don’t do it for them and frankly would prefer if they don’t involve me because the last time a celebrity asked for my help I was stalked by a lady for several years so I would NOT like to do that again thank you very much. I mean it still hasn’t ended, she is probably watching this rn: hi girl i hope you're miserable and lonely!!!

the reason i do this is for the fandom, for the people who tell me they're grateful I'm here and that they hate this toxicity that has slowly been allowed to leech into our fandom (at least on tumblr, reddit, for once has done something right and banished those fools) and fun fact, your words online can and do affect real life people, lets refer back to my last case for a moment. Blah blah blah crazy woman espouses some shit online about his fake marriage and who she should be with and then this other woman gets real inspired by it AND SHOWS UP AT HIS HOUSE. And lets not forget kpop sasaengs

I hope this helps!!

[madisonmccoy]

Rykter cast truth or dare part 2

Zara: you're going to have to prank call one of your parents, and you're going to convince them that you got on the wrong flight when you were going here, and you're now in Oslo.

Alisah: okay, okay, I can do that.

Sisilja: hope she answers.

Alisah: hello?

Alisah's mother: hello.

Alisah: you know what? We went on the wrong... or... we booked the wrong flight, so we are in Oslo.

Aliah's mother: NO?

Aaliyah: yes.

Aliah's mother: and you didn't even realize that you boarded the wrong plane? How is this possible?

Aliah: no, it's absolutely nuts.

Aliah's mother: well you got some money then, from me and…

Alisah: yes, thanks for that! But I've actually used it up already on - Joe and the juice (a coffee shop chain)

Alisah's mother: oh my god… are you kidding alisah?

Alisah: put me on facetime, then. (she answers) Hello! FOOL! Did you believe it?

Alisah's mother: I believed it 110%

Zara: Truth or dare?

Teo: Dare.

Zara: I want you to scroll through your safari history, and when I say stop, you have to read out loud what is there.

Benjamin: why are there only shirtless men the whole the way here?

Zara: stop.

Benjamin: It's learning (app)?

Teo: it's learning.

Zara: fair game, he replied, the answer was boring, it will be period cramps for him.

Benjamin: no. (cramp machine, cast holds his hands). AHH, MY UTERUS! AAAHH!

Zara: what a drama queen. Sisilja?

Sisilja: Dare.

Zara: show us the latest video on your camera roll.

Sisilja: it's just a tiktok, then. It's Teo: (POV. Teo is the main character... and everyone makes edits of him)

(laughter)

Zara: I wanted something more juicy, so it will be period pain.

Alisah: (cramp machine) it just tickles a lot, what?

Benjamin: so it's actually fun to get your period, then?

Sisilia: (scoffs)

Zara: Alisah? Truth or Dare?

Alisah: truth.

Zara: what's the most illegal thing you've done?

Alisah: refuse.

Zara: refuse?

Alisah: I refuse it.

Zara: then Sisilja will have period pains.

Sisilja: (cramp machine) I know, but it's not terrible.

Zara: Benjamin?

Benjamin: truth.

Zara: who here is the most annoying and why?

Benjamin: love you, but sisilja.

Zara: and why?

Sisilja: say it!

Benjamin: (mocking) “oh my days! oh god, I'm just going to film a tiktok here at full speed. and you? Look at your face shape, I just trained as a hairdresser and I can tell you one thing, that hair shape suits you, oh, it suits you perfectly!”

Sisilja: that's not how I talk!

Benjamin: yes, that's just how she is. OOO! I'm allowed to be irritable, I'm on my period.

😂