#BEBE REPEAT AFTER ME

[poohadventuresinseamajors]

Have you ever put butter on a pop tart?

[badasbebi]

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✦ pairing: bada lee x fem!reader

✦ summary: you long for excitement in your mundane life, until you are suddenly visited by a strange, beautiful woman who upends your world and thrusts you into a whirlwind of pleasure and danger.

✦ genre/au: smut (MDNI!!), succubus!bada, basically pwp

✦ word count: 6k

✦ warnings: probably has grammatical/spelling errors, mentions of demons and occult activities, top!bada (she's doing all the work), fingering, cunnilingus, bit of thigh riding, y/n is a weakling, somebody dies (or do they?)

✦ a/n: this is very different from other fics I've written, in genre and length, because after watching bebe's imagination video on repeat, i decided to temporarily drop the other fic i was working on to write this! we will be getting back to the more simple (and long) fics I've written before, but i hope you guys still enjoy this in the meantime! i purposely left this open-ended in case i, or you guys, wanted to see a continuation of this story at some point. lmk if that would be of interest to y'all!

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Beyond the restaurant windows, rain pounds against the earth. The rhythmic drumming of the rain lulls you into a trance-like state, eyes glossing over and body becoming numb. The soft jazz music coming from the speakers overhead only enhances your drowsiness, making you melt into your seat like heated wax. You rest your chin in the palm of your hand and stare out at the street, watching cars pass by and disappear into the darkness. Your eyelids become heavy and you blink, attempting to bring your attention back to the real world, and, probably most importantly, the person in front of you. 

You sigh, slouching forward in your chair. Your date, Seolhyun, has been droning on for the last twenty minutes about her schoolwork. Her mouth is moving, but your mind isn't registering her words. You can't bring yourself to care. She seems somewhat nice, and she's devastatingly pretty, but those were about the only two qualities of value that you could conjure up. This wouldn't have been so bad, if this date hadn't essentially turned into a one-sided conversation she was having with herself.  You don't think you've said more than three words since the both of you sat down.

"Like, nursing is so boring and depressing. I don't get why so many people are into it," she says, taking a bite of her food. "I want to do something interesting and fresh, like, modeling, or something. Or, maybe I'll switch my major to art. I take really good pictures of my friends. Isn't there a photography concentration in the arts program?"

Seolhyun looks over at you expectantly, waiting for your input. You have no idea what the answer is, so you just shrug and give her a fake, tight-lipped smile. 

"Yeah, you know what? I think I'm gonna talk to my advisor tomorrow. It's just that my dad is the problem. Whenever I talk to my dad he's like, nooooo. That's not what I've been sending you money for. He's so old fashioned."

"Oh," you respond, your voice monotone. There is a part of you that can't help but feel a little bad about zoning out and ignoring her, but you've had your fill of boring conversations about family and school and life aspirations. This was nothing new. 

She slams one of her hands on the table, making you jump so high you nearly knock your glass of water over. 

"And it's silly because he's the one who wanted me to go to college sooo badly, so how are you going to complain about paying for it? Its like—and not to sound like a cunt—we do pretty well for ourselves. I don't need to be the moneymaker! I get he wants me to be the head nurse at the hospital he owns, but honestly, fuck that hospital. Fuck the patients too!" she continues, her voice raised loud enough to capture the attention of  the nearby tables. You can feel their eyes on you, and a wave of embarrassment washes over you. You glance around the room, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, slowly sliding down in your seat.

 "He's just...he's such a hardass. Doesn't let me do anything. It's a real shame," she finishes, huffing in annoyance.

You nod. "Right, it is a real shame." you mumble, still avoiding others' judgemental gazes. 

She doesn't seem to notice how uncomfortable you've become, or the attention that she's gathering. Instead, she grins."I know! I'm so glad you get it."

The only thing you're getting is murderous. You needed to get out of here, quickly. As if hearing your internal cries for help, the waiter appears, asking if the two of you would like to see the dessert menu. You shake your head.

"Oh, no. Just the check please," you say, glancing up at him.

Seolhyun nods in agreement. "Yeah, I'm done. This salad was kinda trash. No offense. Sorry." She picks up her napkin and dabs it at her mouth. 

The waiter grimaces. "No problem. I'll be right back."

As the waiter walks off, you turn back to Seolhyun, forcing yourself to smile. She jumps right back into her complaints, albeit more quietly, and fidgets with the stem of her wine glass. You tune her out again, no longer feeling guilty for doing so. The only thing that brings your attention back to reality is the waiter setting the bill face-down on the table. He bids you both goodnight before walking off, and when you look up, you almost want to laugh.  

A guilty expression flashes across Seolhyun's face, and she leans over the table, looking at the check. She clears her throat, and you already know what she's about to say. 

"Do you have your card on you? Sorry, I think I left mine at home. I'll totally venmo you after this." She laughs awkwardly, sitting back in her seat.

You roll your eyes, but reach for your wallet. "Whatever." 

After dinner, the two of you step out of the restaurant and into the rain, huddling under the overhang as you try to find an escape from the downpour. 

"Well, it was nice chatting with you, y/n," she says, stepping towards the edge of the overhang. "Hope we can hang out again soon."

"Yeah, definitely," you lie. 

"Awesome! Talk to you later, then." She smiles, and you know she's lying too.

Seolhyun walks out into the rain and you watch as she crosses the street, heading toward a pink Tesla. 

"Bitch," you murmur bitterly, pulling your hood over your head.

You don't want to spend money on an Uber, and the walk to the nearest bus stop isn't very far, so you decide to trek through the rain, praying that the bus won't take long. You zip up your coat and adjust your hood, stepping out into the rain. The cold pelts against your face and seeps through the material of your clothes, causing goosebumps to break out on your skin. You curse, and pull your arms close to your body, walking faster. The streetlamps lining the road provide enough light for you to see where you're going despite the dark clouds overhead, their glow casting an orange glow against the pavement.

As you walk, your thoughts turn back to your disastrous date. You didn't mean to act like such an ass, but it was impossible not to when the entire evening had consisted of her talking about herself and how difficult her life was. The worst part is, she actually seemed to think you were a good listener, even with your blank stares and monosyllabic responses.

Deep down, you know that it's not entirely Seolhyun's fault. Today felt like a culmination of all the ways you've been failing lately. In short, it's been a bad week. A bad month. A bad year. At all points, you've felt as though there was no escape from the dullness of your life, like you were being suffocated, drowned in a pool of water with no way to save yourself. These were your college years, and you came to the realization last year that all you've been doing was sitting in your room, studying, going to class, and then going home. No parties, no drama, no adventures, no romance, nothing. Even worse, it seemed like everyone else had already started their lives and were living them. It was infuriating, seeing everyone around you have fun, while you were stuck in this weird limbo of mediocrity.

In attempts to find some excitement, you downloaded a dating app and started going out more, meeting people, but so far, all the dates have ended up being like this. Boring, or just plain awkward. You've tried to make changes—different clothes, makeup, hair—anything to shake things up, and while that was nice and made you feel pretty, it didn't change the fact that your life was still dull. And now, you're just exhausted, constantly feeling like you're going through the motions.

 Nothing has worked. This was probably the tenth horrible date you've been on in two months. Maybe, this was just your life now, and you had to come to terms with it. Bland, and as bleak as the clouds overhead.  

Which seem to have gotten even darker, you notice, as you approach the bus stop. You stand underneath the shelter, rubbing your hands together and blowing on them. The streets are completely deserted. You shiver, your damp clothes clinging to your skin, and hug yourself tightly, trying to keep warm. You try to look for any sign of the bus, but the rain is coming down too hard, the air is heavy with fog, and you can't see further than a few feet away. A prickle of fear runs down your spine. You didn't even think to check if the buses were running late. What if they're not running at all?

Just as you reach for your phone to check the time, you hear the screeching of bus brakes and let out a sigh of relief. You're saved.

You stand at the edge of the sidewalk, watching as the bus slowly pulls up in front of the stop. The door opens and you step inside, moving as quickly as you can. The warm air instantly hits your face, but the heat does nothing to thaw the chill that has set in your bones.

You pay the driver and walk to the back, taking a seat near the window. The bus is nearly empty, save for an old woman and a couple of teenagers sitting towards the front.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and plug in your earbuds. Music starts playing, drowning out the noise of the rain and the rumble of the engine.

After a few stops, the bus reaches your destination and the doors open, the sound of the rain pouring down and the wind blowing in, bringing with it a cool breeze. You get off, and begin the trek home, your sneakers splashing through puddles as you make your way down the street.

The wind picks up, the gusts blowing hard enough to cause the street lamps to flicker and sway. They cast shadows against the ground and walls of the buildings, which appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. The rain comes down harder, falling in thick, heavy sheets. You quicken your pace, the muscles in your legs burning as you move, your heart rate quickening. 

Finally, your apartment building comes into view.  You run, sprinting the last block and darting up the steps, the water squishing between your toes. Excitement blooms in your chest as you grab the door handle and pull it open, the prospect of a dry place to lay your head making you feel better.

As soon as you cross the threshold of your building, you pull your hood down, the smell of mildew hitting your nose. Your shoes squeak against the wet floor, and you leave a trail of water droplets and mud as you head toward the elevator.

The ride up is excruciatingly slow. You tap your foot impatiently, watching the numbers climb, and think about the warm bed that's awaiting you, how good it'll feel to wrap yourself in a blanket and forget about this miserable night. If your roommate allows it.

Once your mind drifts to her, your excitement dwindles. Fatigue weighs heavy on your shoulders, and you long for nothing more than to be asleep in the comfort of your own bed, but you know it's a rubbish wish, thanks to Aeri. 

Recently, home hasn't been particularly enjoyable either. You used to have a roommate who didn't bother you. Then, she dropped out, and you were stuck with rent, an empty room, and the task of finding a new roommate. It was a difficult process, with most candidates seeming creepy or annoying or gross. Then, you ran into Aeri, who was by no means a perfect match, but seemed good enough. She was a bit awkward, and you didn't really know what to make of the intense gothic attire she was sporting during your initial meeting. She seemed incredibly nice and easygoing, though, and she smelled good. Was that not all you needed? So, running out of time, you swallowed your apprehension and gave her the spare keys to your apartment.  

For the most part, you didn't regret your decision. She was, in fact, one of the sweetest, most caring people you've ever met, frequently baking treats for you when she knew you were having a particularly terrible day and listening to you vent  about your dating diasters. But, there were a few small issues that had cropped up, and they happened to occur most often at night.

Your stomach does flip-flops the higher the numbers get, until, finally, the elevator dings, and the doors open. You shuffle out into the hall, pulling out your keys and heading toward the apartment. When you're in front of the door, you hesitate, the key hovering in the air as you stare at the peephole. You take a deep breath and push the door open, the smell of incense instantly hitting your nose as you step inside of the dark apartment. You slip off your wet shoes and hang your jacket up on your worn-out coat rack. 

"I'm back," you call, closing the door behind you. You step further into the apartment and glance around as you walk into the living room, where you are met with a sight you're not prepared for.

Your eyes squint to adjust to the dark and take in the scene before you. The air is thick and heavy, engulfed by the scent of a sweet, intoxicating perfume. Candles are placed throughout the space, their warm glow casting shadows on the wall. Aeri kneels in the middle of the living room, wearing a cloak, her hands hovering above an intricate pentagram on the floor. She mumbles something to herself that you cannot understand, her eyes closed. Her hair falls over her face and her lips move, but no words are uttered.

"Aeri, what are you doing?" you ask, taking a tentative step forward.

Aeri's head snaps up, her eyes wide, and the mumbling stops.

"Oh, hey, you're back," she says, her tone a bit nervous. Her hands tremble as she moves the hood of her cloak back. "Sorry, I didn't know you'd be back so soon. I was just—uh—you know."

"No, actually. I don't. What are you doing?" You repeat, folding your arms in front of you.

She looks around the room, before returning her gaze to you. "Uh...meditating?"

And this was the problem. Shortly after Aeri moved in, she brought her witchy occult shit with her. You don't really believe in any of it, so you typically ignore her and carry on with your day when you see her pull out one of her spellbooks at the dinner table. Except for days like this, when she goes too far, gets too loud, and keeps you up at night with her antics. Then, she becomes public enemy number one. 

You glare at her. "With a pentagram on the floor? Please. This is..."

You pause, scanning the room again. There's something particularly wrong today, but you can't quite place it. There's heaviness in the air, a heightened version of the feeling you get when you're in a haunted house, except there are no clowns or people cosplaying as serial killers, just candles and a pentagram and Aeri, staring up at you. 

"Bizarre. This is bizarre. Even for you." you finish, narrowing your eyes. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" She squeaks, her voice strained. "I was just...doing some reading about a spell that could, uh. Fix a problem that I’ve been having. I decided to try it out today"

You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out an exasperated sigh. You're tired. Your hair is drenched. Your shirt is clinging to your back. You couldn't be bothered with this. 

"Listen, I don't think I actually care about what you have going on. But, I have an exam tomorrow, I've had a rough day, and I need some rest. Can you promise to keep it down in here while I sleep?"

Aeri looks around, a guilty expression on her face, before nodding her head. "Sure, yeah. No problem. I’m sorry."

"Thank you," you say, and turn on your heels without another word.

You make your way through the hallway and enter your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

Your room is dark and cold, but you can't bother to turn the lights on or get under the covers. Instead, you lay down on the bed, your limbs splayed out. Your hair is still wet, and you can feel the moisture seeping into your comforter, but you can't even think to move.

You're too tired to bother changing into your pajamas. Too tired to do anything but sleep. So, you shove off your socks and rain-soaked jeans and call it a day. You crawl into bed, pulling the blankets over your body until they rest just below your chin. The warmth envelopes you and you're finally able to relax. You stare up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin slowly, praying for a peaceful night's rest. Lately, you've been plagued by strange dreams you can't remember when you wake up. Although they've been forgetful, they usually keep you tossing and turning in your sleep throughout the night. But, tonight, your eyelids are so heavy you can barely keep them open, and within seconds, you drift off into unconsciousness, the world slipping away and the darkness consuming you. The smell of Aeri's incense and the sound of the rain lulls you into a slumber unlike never before, submerged into a dark void of nothing.  

That is, until you feel something touch you. You awaken with a start, jolting upright in your bed, your heart racing. The room is dark, illuminated only by the light of the moon shining through the window. You glance around frantically, searching for the source of the touch, but there's nothing, no sign of life. Just shadows, and the sound of your breathing. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. It's probably just the wind or an insect. You're tired, and your deteriorating mind is playing tricks on you. There's nothing to be scared of.

You lay back down, pulling the blankets up to your chin, and take a deep breath, closing your eyes. Your heartbeat begins to slow, and you exhale, trying to relax. A few minutes pass, and you begin to drift off once again, when, suddenly, you feel something against your neck. A cold, soft pressure. Like a feather, brushing across your skin.

"Y/N." A soft, gentle voice whispers.

Your eyes flutter open, and you are met with the sight of a woman's face, inches away from yours. You gasp and shoot up again, nearly slamming your forehead against hers. The woman backs away, allowing you to regain your bearings. You blink a few times, shaking your head to try to wake yourself up, but she remains., staring at you with an expression that could only be described as amused. 

The moonlight streams in through the window, giving the woman's figure an almost ethereal glow. You've never seen her before. She has a stupefying, otherworldly, beauty about her, with dark eyes and full lips that accentuate her sharp jawline. She's wearing a black, silky nightgown that clings to her body. Her pale, delicate-looking skin shines in the moonlight, and her dark hair, interlaced with another color, cascades down her back, falling over her shoulders.

You look around the room, expecting the lights to turn on and an elaborate prank to be revealed, but the room is just as dark and empty as you remember. When your eyes fall back onto the woman, she is staring back at you, a soft smile on her face.

"Who the fuck are you?" you force out, your voice trembling.  

She quirks an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "Were you not expecting me?"

You scoff, nearly choking on your own saliva. "No! Of course not. I've never seen you before in my life. What the hell is going on? And how do you know my name?"

Her eyes light up with mirth, and her smile widens as if she's in on some sort of joke. 

"Oh, this is interesting," she starts, clasping her hands together. "This is very interesting."

As a primal fear takes hold of your body, interesting is the last word that comes to your brain to describe the situation you've found yourself in. Albeit hot, this random woman broke into your apartment to do God knows what to you and your belongings. Who knows if she's already murdered Aeri. Or, perhaps, this is a lucid dream, and you're experiencing some sort of weird hallucination. Either way, you wanted out. Now.

You release a shaky exhale in a poor attempt to calm your nerves. "I'm gonna call the cops, okay? But, I really don't want any trouble. If you leave now, I won't tell anyone about this." 

The woman stares at you for a moment, her expression unreadable, before erupting into a fit of laughter. You blink, unsure of how to proceed. She continues to laugh, her hand clutching her chest as her whole body shakes. The sound is melodic, and it rings out like the chimes of a bell, the notes flowing effortlessly into the air. It's almost enchanting, and you find yourself lost in the melody until she quiets down and straightens up, a soft smile on her face. 

"That's completely unnecessary. I'm not here to cause you any harm, Y/N," she says, and, somehow, her voice is even more hypnotic than her laugh. Some of your fear dissipates, but the confusion remains.

"Why are you here, then?" you question, unable to keep the suspicion out of your tone.

"To give you a little bit of help. I know you've been struggling." She replies, her voice dripping with sympathy.

"How do you know that?"

She smiles, the expression making her features seem even more radiant than before. "I know a lot of things. 'How' is irrelevant. What's more important is that I know exactly how I can help you tonight. You need...a stress reliever. I can do that for you. If you're up for it, that is."

"A stress reliever?" You echo, and the way her eyes sparkle in the moonlight, her lips quirked up in a seductive smirk, her voice low and smooth, makes it abundantly clear what she's implying. Your cheeks flush and heat rushes through your body. This couldn't be real. Could it?

"I don't think we're on the same page. I mean, a...stress reliever. I don't know if I understand," you say, shifting uncomfortably.

"You're a bit slow, aren't you?" she asks a devilish grin stretching across her face, and, she's probably right. You feel like a fish out of water, opening and closing your mouth like an idiot. The worst part of it is, she seems to be enjoying your floundering, grinning wider as she watches you stutter. 

"There's no need to worry," she purrs, taking a step closer, her dark eyes shining. "You just need to relax. It'll be fun." 

The sane, rational part of your brain is screaming, yelling, begging for you to run out of the room. Anybody with half a brain could decipher that the sensible thing to do in this situation would be to flee, grab a weapon, and call the police. Yet, here you are, lying still, the woman's words ringing in your ears. Fun. It's been a long time since you've had fun. You can't even remember the last time you've gotten remotely close to it. And, as if she was sent from above, here was a beautiful, mysterious woman, offering it to you on a platter. You can't help but be a bit curious. Curious about the strange, magical feeling that's coursing through your veins.

 Plus, your body is aching for touch, and the idea of sleeping with a beautiful woman is incredibly tempting, especially in your state. It's been months since you've had sex.

The woman takes a step closer, and your stomach does a flip. This is stupid. It's dangerous, and stupid, and it would be so easy to say no. 

"You won't hurt me, right?" You ask, a nervous edge creeping into your voice.

"You'll enjoy every second we spend together," she says, her eyes stroking over you. Her gaze is so intense, her voice so soothing, all you want is to please her. You don't think. You no longer have the ability to.  Your desire is too strong.

"What are you going to do?" you ask, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

"That depends on you," she says, her fingers brushing the edge of the duvet. "What would you like me to do?"

You look into her dark, all-consuming eyes, and shiver. Your blood feels like it's on fire.   "I—um—whatever you had in mind." 

Her eyes narrow, her lips curling up into a smirk. She leans in, her warm breath ghosting your lips. You can smell her perfume, the scent of vanilla and lavender assaulting your senses.  

Your heart beats fast, and you can't help the small whimper that escapes your throat.

"Are you sure?" she says, her voice low. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

She's right. For all you knew, her idea of fun could include a knife and a casket. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, not when she's looking at you like that. 

"I don't care," you say, your voice hoarse. "Do whatever you want with me."

The corners of her lips curl upwards, and her eyes twinkle with mischief.  "Okay," she whispers, her voice soft and sweet.

She leans forward, her lips ghosting yours. You hold your breath, anticipating her next move. Her hand moves up to cup your cheek, her thumb rubbing small circles on your skin that send a tingle down your spine. You lean into the touch, and her smile widens. She tilts her head to the side, and presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. The contact is soft, tender, and sweet. Her lips are warm, and the touch is brief, but enough to ignite the flames within your veins. You gasp, moving your head to try to capture her lips with yours, and she chuckles, pulling away.

"You're so impatient," she says, her eyes gleaming. "Desperate, even."

Embarrassment creeps up on you, and you flush, averting your gaze. She laughs again, and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her.

"Don't hide from me," she whispers, her voice soft. "There's nothing wrong with wanting something."

With her words, the fire within you flares, and the embers within your belly burst into an inferno. Your whole body is burning, yearning, and you can't help the sigh that escapes your throat. She hums, staring at you with her piercing gaze. You've never felt this exposed, so vulnerable, so completely bare in front of another person, and you are still partially clothed. She seems to be studying you, taking in every detail, memorizing the expressions on your face. She's looking at you like you're prey, a feast, and it should scare you, should make you tremble, but it doesn't.

"Kiss me," you murmur, and she obeys.

You let out a small gasp, and her lips curve into a smile against yours as you make contact. Your eyes flutter shut, and the warmth of her mouth almost sends you spiraling. The feeling is electric, like a bolt of lightning, and it sets every nerve ending within your body alight. Her tongue glides along your bottom lip, and you part them willingly, allowing her all of the access she desires. Her tongue is warm, and wet, and her kisses are intoxicating. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and vanilla, and you can't help but moan.

She pulls away, prompting an involuntary whimper from you."Is this what you wanted, y/n?"

"Yes—uh," you stop yourself, realizing that you still don't know her name. 

"Bada," she supplies, as if reading your mind. She places a hand on your chest, and gently pushes you back onto the bed, her gaze locked on yours. You fall onto the mattress, your eyes wide.

"Bada," you repeat softly, tasting the name on your lips. Pretty. 

She smiles and slips the blankets off of you. The cool air hits your skin, sending goosebumps along your arms and legs. You suck in a sharp breath, and her eyes rake over you, drinking in the sight.

"Beautiful," she whispers, her fingers tracing up your thigh. 

She leans down to press a gentle kiss on your jaw. Her lips travel down your neck, and she bites at the sensitive skin, hard. A moan slips from your mouth, and she sucks and licks at the spot, soothing the sting. Her hand trails up the inside of your thigh, and her fingertips graze the band of your underwear. You arch your back, yearning for her touch.

"Please," you whimper again, and she giggles. 

"At least you're polite," she says, biting down on your neck again. 

Her teeth scrape against your skin, and you gasp, grabbing a fistful of her hair. You pull her closer, desperate to remove any shred of distance between the two of you. She groans, her nails digging into your thigh, her touch searing hot. She sucks at the tender skin below your collarbone, and you whine, heat pooling between your legs. It was a little humiliating, getting so worked up despite the fact that she's barely done anything, but it was hard not to when she's touching as if she wants nothing more than to devour you. 

"So impatient," she purrs, her eyes gleaming. "So needy."

She kisses the mark she made on your neck, and you squirm, the pressure between your thighs growing. 

Her fingers move higher, ghosting over your underwear, and you writhe under her touch, letting out a frustrated groan. She pulls away, a smirk on her lips.

"Something wrong?"

"You're fucking with me," you hiss, and she laughs out loud. 

"Your impatience is cute," she says, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin on your neck, pausing where your heartbeat pulsed, right beneath your jaw. "Can't help it." 

You watch as she moves her hand away from your neck, back to your underwear. Her fingers slip under the band of your panties, already dark and wet, and she runs them through your folds, spreading your already abundant slickness.  You couldn't stand that you were so clearly proving her point about how needy you were, giving her more to make fun of you about, but how could you not be? It's been too long. and you don't know if it's ever felt this good this early on.  

Your head falls back onto the pillow, and your hands clutch at the sheets, desperate for purchase. The feeling of her thumb brushing against your clit makes your hips buck up, and she pulls away to pull down your panties.

You shiver, the cool air hitting your exposed skin. She grabs your thighs, spreading them apart, and the anticipation nearly kills you on the spot.

"So pretty," she says, her voice filled with wonder.

She looks up at you, her eyes darker than before. She holds your gaze, and without breaking eye contact, ducks her head, and swipes her tongue along your slit.

A moan escapes your lips, and your back arches, your fingers threading through her hair. Her tongue moves in circles, and you feel her hands grasp at your thighs as you inadvertently try shut them close around her head. She spreads them further apart, and presses her mouth against your center, sucking on the bundle of nerves.

"F—fuck," you moan, your head thrown back, eyes shut.

She moans into you, the vibrations causing pleasure to erupt inside of you. You grip the sheets, the fabric crumpling underneath your fingers. She pulls away, and your eyes fly open, only to meet her intense gaze.

"Watch me," she whispers, her voice husky.

Your eyes snap to her face, and she smiles, her fingers trailing down your stomach. You squirm under her touch, and she grips your thighs, her eyes locked on yours. Her staring does something to you, makes the goosebumps rise on your skin, a funny feeling arise in your stomach. She presses her lips against the inside of your thigh, her eyes not leaving yours.

She slips a finger inside of you, and you gasp, the sudden intrusion causing a wave of pleasure to wash over your body. She curls her finger, and you arch your back, the friction driving you crazy.

"That's it," she purrs, adding another finger.

You throw your head back, moaning as she begins to thrust her fingers, moving in a steady rhythm. You clench around her fingers, and her eyes widen, a mischievous glint shining in her irises. You bite your lip, the pressure building, and she smirks, increasing the pace of her movements. She crooks her fingers, hitting a sensitive spot inside of you. 

"Fuck," you cry out, and her lips curl upwards, pleased.

She leans forward, her lips capturing yours, her tongue invading your mouth. She swallows your moans, and you can feel her smiling against your lips. She pulls away, and rests her forehead against yours, her dark eyes boring into yours.

"Are you going to come for me, y/n?"

"Y-yes," you whimper, and she laughs, her hot breath fanning against your cheek.

She thrusts her fingers faster, and her thumb rubs against your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your breaths come out short and quick, and your head spins, the room spinning.

"Come on," she whispers, her voice low and sultry.

The pressure builds, and you can feel the edge coming. You gasp, your eyes shut, and your whole body tenses up, the pleasure rippling through your body. You let out a string of curses, and she slows her movements, riding out the aftershocks. 

"That's it," she murmurs, her fingers leaving your core.

She trails her fingers up your torso, and leans down, her lips hovering above yours.  

"Open up," she commands, her voice taking on a deeper cadence that makes you immediately obey. She pushes her fingers inside of your mouth, and your tongue dances around her digits, tasting yourself, a musky flavor that leaves you feeling lightheaded. She hums and removes her fingers, a trail of saliva connecting her digits to your mouth.

"Good." she whispers, her breath tickling your cheek.

Your eyes flutter shut, and your head spins. You're exhausted, and you almost feel as if you're about to pass out, but her praise and proximity sends a thrill through you, your heart fluttering at her words. She presses another soft kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. She pulls away, a lazy smile on her face. 

Through your exhaustion, you manage to meet her gaze again, and you nearly gasp. Her pupils had swollen, the dark brown of her eyes merely a slim ring around a black void, devoid of any color. You swallow hard, a slight panic rising within you as you suddenly remembering the reality of the predicament you're in. Or, was it even reality? 

"W—what's happening?" you stutter, the words tumbling from your mouth.

She grins, and you realize for the first time that her teeth are razor sharp, looking as if they could tear your flesh to shreds.

"I'm taking care of you, that's what's happening, silly." she says, her voice taking on a sing-songy quality. Her hand trails down your side. "And I'm not quite finished, yet."

She leans down and captures your lips in another kiss so rough that it nearly bruises. You're still dizzy, the blood pumping through your veins, and your head still feels as if it's full of cotton. As soon as her hands meet your skin, your exhaustion and worry disappear, replaced by euphoria. She reaches under your shirt, her fingers dancing along your torso, and you moan, your mind foggy. You can't help the small sounds that escape from your lips as she touches you, her fingers tracing every curve, every angle, committing every inch of your body to memory. Soon, your top is tossed to the side, and her hands are exploring your bare skin. Her fingers run up your spine, and you shiver, goosebumps forming. She pulls away, and a whine falls from your lips, a sound that causes her to laugh.

"So easy to please," she teases.

"Sh-shut up," you protest weakly. 

Suddenly, she grabs you by the waist, pulling you into her lap with an ease that catches you off guard. You're stunned into silence, and she wraps her arms around you, enveloping you in a tight embrace. You let out a yelp, and her nails dig into your skin, the sting making you bite back a groan. She places her chin on top of your shoulder, and her hands move lower, settling on your hips. She squeezes and forces your hips into a grind, her thigh meeting the apex of your legs. Your eyes flutter shut, a wave of heat pooling between your legs, a warmth filling the pit of your stomach, a small moan escaping your lips. She chuckles, her breath tickling the back of your neck.

"Fuck," you choke out, the embarrassment clear in your tone as you continue to your center against the smooth skin of her thigh.

"You're funny," she murmurs with a smile, and presses a kiss on your cheek. 

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you hide your face, burying it into her neck. You inhale deeply, her scent filling your nose. She still smells so sweet, like dessert, and you want to lick her, devour her, but instead, you press your lips to her skin, and she moans, gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark.

"God, you're so beautiful," she whispers, her nails digging into your hips. "So, so pretty."

You moan, the heat between your legs intensifying. Her words go straight to your core, and you can't help the small, high-pitched whine that leaves your mouth, a sound you'd be ashamed of if not for the fact that you can't think, can't focus, can't even process her words.

One of her hands slips around your waist, grabbing at the bare flesh of your ass. Your breath hitches, and she pulls you closer, her mouth finding the spot on your neck that drives you wild. Her teeth scrape against your skin, and her tongue laps at the hollow of your collarbone, the sensation eliciting a loud moan. You tilt your head, allowing her access, and her mouth moves downward, to your breast, her tongue circling one of your nipples. Your eyes squeeze shut, the tension in your abdomen mounting. It was overstimulating, her thighs, the way her tongue felt against you, the way her fingers squeezed at the flesh of your ass, the way her hands explored the planes of your body, and it was all too much. 

"I'm gonna—" you start, and her hand moves between your legs, pressing her fingers against your throbbing clit. 

You let out a cry, the orgasm hitting you hard, the intensity somehow stronger than before. Her fingers slide easily against you, and you clench around her, the waves of pleasure washing over your body.

She lets out a soft sigh, and she pulls away, her black eyes meeting yours. You don't care enough to feel frightened this time though, being so flooded with exhaustion that you collapse back onto the bed, barely able to keep your eyes open. Sharp, short breaths escape from your lips, and a numbness starts to spread throughout your limbs, a strange calm settling over your body that you've never felt before. Somewhere in the back of your brain, alarm bells are going off, but they're drowned out by a heavy sleepiness that takes over you. 

"Go back to sleep, Y/N." she says, her voice distant, muffled. "It's alright."

You can feel the weight of the world bearing down on your shoulders, and the bags under your eyes seem to grow heavier and darker with every passing second. It has been a very long time since you were last able to sleep properly. You wanted to talk to Bada more, but you can feel yourself beginning to lose control, your mind going blank and your muscles becoming weak. 

"Bada..." you mumble, her name rolling off your tongue.

Before you can further speak, the darkness seeps into your mind, and you allow yourself to succumb. But, the feeling that accompanies you into sleep is an uneasy one, a cold sensation wrapping itself around your body like a snake squeezing the life out of its prey. 

"Good night," Bada whispers, the words echoing in the darkness, the sound fading into nothingness. 

[two-white-butterflies]

no time to die | c16 | part two

Description: After a messy breakup with Charles Leclerc. You resort to feuding with him online. In where, he hates your guts.

Pairing: charles leclerc/actress!reader

part one | part three

(ONE YEAR LATER)

YNMakesItSparkle: New Years Day 🌙 announcing my first ever single. I know that it's been a while since ya'll heard my voice. I remember singing with Miley and Selena down in Disney. So glad to be back inside the studio! 💜

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watchasay29: Is this about Charles?

taylorswift: I'm so excited for this 💙💙💙💙

selenagomez: Patiently seated.

charlesuniversewags: this is about charles 100% idk if she's gonna make him seem like the bad guy.

(IBIZA, SPAIN 2023)

"Charles, let's get married - let's settle down." you continued speaking, following him around the casita with a glass filled with Moscato. Ever since his incident in Formula One, you haven't stopped thinking about your future together. You couldn't sleep at night knowing that there was a possibility that everything you built would come crumbling down.

A small sigh escapes his mouth; marriage was the least of his concern. He still wanted to win a championship - he wanted to be something that you could boast around your upper-echelon friends. "I'm not ready, bebe." he sighed, taking another sip of his merlot.

You were stark contrasts of each other.

He liked everything that tasted bitter - and you adored sweet. He was darkness, rest in the middle of paradise and you were light. You complimented each other properly - but now you weren't sure.

"I-I know, but please - think about it." you stuttered. You always dreamed about marriage, not in a dreamy fairytale way but in a way that included living in happiness with the person that you adored. "I'm not sure if I want to get married, ever." he scoffed, placing his glass loudly on the countertop.

"Why?" your eyebrows merged into each other. "Why?" he repeated your statement - finding the question to be tone deaf.

"All everyone talks about is you and how wonderful your projects are. The articles, they don't even call me by name - I'm just 'your boyfriend' - and what will happen after we get married? Will I be Y/N L/N's husband? When I've got all of these accomplishments to myself." he responded in a bitter tone - telling you that there was something bothering him.

"What do you mean?" your frown deepened, seeing fire underneath his eyes. Did he hate you all these years?

"I'm tired of being your shadow, that's what I mean." his voice softened, seeing your eyes blurry with tears. "You aren't my shadow - when I came into this relationship with you, I wasn't even an actress." you said to yourself, the truth quickly settling into you.

"- and maybe that's the problem. I don't need another person who's competing with my success, I need someone to comfort me in my races." he expressed his opinion, unable to understand that he was stampeding upon your own.

"I've done all of that, Charles."

"It's not enough!" his voice raised again, a storm brewing in his mind. A small chuckle escaped your lips - and you tried to keep your composure. 'Grace under pressure' you thought.

"You know what the truth is, Charles?" you grinned, reaching for your handbag on the chair beside you. "You feel emasculated because I'm better than you." you gritted your teeth, straightening your dress until it didn't have any wrinkles.

"You know I feel really bad because I came to this conversation seeing a future with you. But now I'm glad that you had another thing in mind." your eyes narrowed, quickly walking away and slamming the door to his apartment loudly.

YNMakesItSparkle: me and my favorite driver 💜

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maxverstappen1: 💪🏽

carlossainz55: Hungary GP? - YNMakesItSparkle: Totally 💜

reyna219: YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

YNMakesItSparkle: Forever Ferrari 💜❤️

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carlandouniverse2: this is enough confirmation 😭

wantingmeeee1: Are you back with Charles?

landonorris: Mclaren needs you here 😎 - YNMakesItSparkle: Really?

imsebastianstan: You didn't bring me? - YNMakesItSparkle: the airline had a no-hand-carry policy, really sorrrrryyy 😁

Charles could recognize you a mile away. His fingers could even feel the fabric that clung into your body - he missed you, and he knew that you deserved better. The pressure of not being a good enough driver was getting to him - forcing him to resort to look for something to blame. At first, it was his company - but when he saw your success - he chose to blame that.

But now after six-months of therapy, he could see properly. He could see that he was the problem. "I listened to your new song," he swiftly made his way towards you - a bottle of beer in his right hand. He missed you - but he couldn't entertain the thought of being with you again. He believed that he wasn't good enough for that.

"Did you like you like it?" you gazed up at him - staring deep into his eyes until he could feel himself leaning down to inhale more of your rosemary scent. "Amazing, and the chords were familiar." he raised an eyebrow - teasing you softly.

He'd be content with being friends.

"Sue me if you dare, Leclerc." you pouted, knowing that the chords to that song resembled something that he wrote for you a few years ago. "I won't - not when you made it sound better." he smiled, flicking a strand of your hair away from your face. "Really?" you began to ask.

Unable to deny the palpable chemistry between you.

"Why don't you play for us in the afterparty?" he offered, knowing that it would be held inside his home - and his piano needed a little dusting. "Sounds like a plan," you licked your lips, slowly moving away from him.

SELENA GOMEZ'S PRIVATE TWITTER

Don't get back with ur ex challenge, but you're fighting against @YNMakesItSparkle

YN'S PRIVATE TWITTER: STOPPPP

TAYLOR'S PRIVATE TWITTER: I'm going home because it's a losing game ;)

DANIEL RICCIARDO'S PRIVATE TWITTER: HELPP

@perihelioneclipse @hiraethrhapsody @omgsuperstarg @reidsworld @charles-eclair16 @ferraribabe @cl16gf @yourrrrrprefffffect @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @fdl305 @incoherenciass @sassyheroneckgiant @ietss @newlifeforus

[drakesfeelings]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ SO ANXIOUS

summary. you’re invited to marc’s family gathering, and everyone seems to steal you from him.

taking requests here

trigger warning. kids and young love

WALKING TO THE FRONT PORCH OF THE HOUSE, [your name] holds firmly the basket between her fingers while knocking on the door in front of her.

stress start to slowly takes place in her system while she’s waiting for the front door to be opened. it’s not her first time at marc’s house—and definitely not the first she sees his family, but still, she can’t help but be a little anxious.

arranging her outfit, she smiles brightly once the door is finally open—letting the welcoming smile of mrs. guiu make an appearance.

« mi hijita ! come, come ! the woman invites the girl inside, happy to finally see her lovely daughter-in-law again after quite some time. i was waiting for you, i’m happy you could make it, she say, kissing lovingly the two cheeks of his son’s girlfriend. »

« i’m happy to see you too ! i brought you this, the girl hands her the basket full of bouquet of flowers and a box of pastries. »

« oh no ! you didn’t have to ! the woman happily takes the basket out of [your name]’s hands, encouraging the girl to join the rest of the family who is on the balcony. go querida, the boy is waiting for you, she winks, pinching the girl’s cheek. »

with lightly blushed cheeks, the girl decides is the right time for greeting everyone—kissing multiple cheeks, hugging a whole bunch of people and chatting with them.

still blocked in marc’s grandma embrace, the girl can’t do anything except leaning against the sweet woman and listen to the conversation that surrounds her.

almost forgetting about her boyfriend, [your name] see herself chatting with maria—marc’s sister—who seems to have plenty of gossips to share with her sister in law.

« [your name] ! marc shouts, running a hand through his messy hair, lightly sweating due to the previous football matches he had with all his cousins. you came, he smiles with all his beautiful teeth, stealing his girlfriend from his grandma’s hold. »

ignoring the obvious glances that his family is actually giving to them, marc immediately envelopes his girl in a loving embrace—putting his chin on the shorter girl’s head, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist; his fingers playing with the silk material of her sundress.

he missed his girl all day, not having enough time in it to stop by her house.

taking advantage of her presence in his arms, he scans with appreciation his girlfriend—from her slick back bun to her white hermes sandals. the couple is accidentally matching, the white of their outfits and the shiny finish of their jewellery blending perfectly together.

not wanting to let her go, the boy doesn’t seems to give up his hold on her; even when all of his cousins are joining the balcony and excited to talk with marc’s beautiful girl.

« marc, baby, don’t you feel like seating a little bit ? my legs are sore, [your name] doesn’t have to repeat herself, the next second she’s leaning comfortably against her boyfriend’s chest, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. missed you. »

« missed you too bebe, he smooches his lips against her cheek, letting them seat for three more seconds on the skin before removing them. you look gorgeous, you know that ? she laughs. »

« yeah, i know. you don’t look too bad yourself, she stares into his clear eyes that she loves so much. muy guapo, she mumbles and he can’t help but fall under her charms—pressing his lips on hers. »

« ew… can you stop kissing auntie [your name] ! one of the many kids of marc’s family speak up, putting his hands on his hips. »

« hi matias, the girl sweetly greets him, catching the little boy’s attention. oh ! she groans when the kid suddenly throws himself onto her chest, wrapping his little arms around her waist. someone’s cuddly today, she smiles lightly. »

« ¿pueden dejar de robarme a mi chica? can y’all stop stealing my girl from me ? the girl hear marc grumbling, before grabbing the little boy and separating him from her. oh my god, look, there’s the dora the explorer ! »

« donde ? donde ? donde ? where ? where ? where ? showing a random direction, marc sigh happily once matias is out of sight. »

laughing out loud before getting trapped in the spanish player’s arms, [your name] lets herself sink against the boy’s strong torso.

his cologne invading her nose, she feels at home—surrounded by her boyfriend’s family and warmth.

throwing recurrent glances to her son and hijita—the two of them cutely snuggled up against each other—marc’s mom can’t help but be happy for her boy.

love burn in her son’s eyes; if he had to kill for the girl under his gaze, he would do it and it makes her melt of adoration.

« he’s happy with her, maria mutters in her mom’s ear. »

« yes, they are made for each other. »

@ drakesfeelings 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

[mikachacha]

𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝙹𝚁! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You're holding a class for your korean fans for the third time since you came to South Korea along with your team, Jam Republic. You tried to keep it low-key but the other teams decided to visit during one of your classes.

Warnings: suggestive content, Bada and reader being flirty h0es 🤧🤧

(A/N: because @1luvkarina requested it, im gonna do it 🤧🤧 jk it just happened that the pointer landed to her request)

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"You gotta be fucking kidding me right now.." you couldn't believe your eyes at what you're seeing. Almost every participant of Street Woman Fighter has filed in your class that made you feel a bit nervous because out of all classes, they really had to watch you teach this one where you're going for a sexual dance.

"Is she gonna dance in heels?" Lusher asked as she saw you preparing. She noticed you wearing high heels and Bada looked as well. You're definitely wearing heels while teaching.

"Damn.. She looks hot in that one.." they could hear other teams comment as the class finally started. You were great, you made sure that everyone was enjoying themselves and making sure that none was left behind. You'd slow down if necessary or repeat the steps which Bada found quite endearing. Some of the girls decided to join your class but Bada just kept watching, entranced at your movements.

When it was finally time to perform the song, it felt like Bada could just pass away there on the spot. You looked so sexy and confident and just everything. Bada could list off everything great about you right there and then but she absolutely died when you looked straight at her when the line, “do I make you horny, baby” came in. Bada's face went completely red as you openly teased her during your classes.

"Bada-unnie looks like a tomato right now.." Kyma commented as she saw their leader going red in the face while watching you dance. The other girls momentarily stopped to look at Bada then at you who's been teasing Bada the whole time, now understanding why the taller girl is blushing.

Bada could swear you'll be the death of her someday. It was clear that both of you are into each other but for the sake of the competition, you held off. But then seeing her in your class today made you want to tease her because your love language is teasing the people you like even if it bites you in the ass afterwards.

"May we request Lee Bada to join Y/N at the front?" Latrice called out after you just finished dancing and you looked at her then your team who were all sporting big, mischievous grin while looking at you. The other teams were laughing at the seemingly betrayal of your team towards you while team Bebe had to drag their leader up front.

"Ya! I thought we were competitors but why are you teaming up against us?" Bada playfully complained and the room was filled with laughter. You looked at Bada and the others. Your confidence has deflated a lot because your crush is right beside you. You're okay with her being a few feet away but right beside you and about to dance with you? You just wanted to crawl under a rock and stay there.

"Guys I seriously can't do this.. With the infamous Lee Bada? You guys are seriously wishing for me to pass out.." you said dramatically and Bada just shook her head in pure amusement.

"Dance or we're leaking the group chat!" It was Emma who yelled and you gasped, looking at your teammate before telling your sound guy to start playing the song once more. You don't want to get your ass exposed to yes, you're gonna dance with Bada right in front of everyone.

Everyone was left mesmerized at how perfect you and Bada looked while dancing together. Her movements were a bit cooler but yours is sultry. There was cheering and whistling but that didn't really matter to you. To be this close and dancing with Bada, your dreams are coming true. You really admire her, well maybe more on the romantic side rather than on the dancing side. You and Bada flirted a lot while dancing, especially on the most sensual parts, she added her own moves while you improvised some. Since everyone's supporting your gay crush on Bada, might as well go all the way.

When the song ended, you planted a kiss on the side of her lips that made her blush so much that she had to cover her face in an attempt to calm down. The others clapped and cheered for you and Bada before you pulled her to the sides so your students can have their time to shine as well as the other girls from the competition who thoroughly enjoyed your choreography.

"I'll wait for you at the parking lot later. You and me, we're going out on a date." Bada whispered to you and you looked at her, eyes wide in disbelief. Did Bada just ask you out on a date??

"What? I'm not sure if I heard it correctly." you asked and she just chuckled, moving closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I said I'm taking you out on a date. We have so much to discuss." she repeated and you just nodded your head, cheeks red as it finally registered in your mind that Bada is really taking you out after your class ends.

[agendabymooner]

jollibee, madrid and all that romance fiasco ! oscar p. x ofc (filipino!gen z!ofc)

summary: carlos sainz and his wife, magda, were heading back to spain after taking her and her cousins to the final race before the summer break. they hoped to have a decent break but their wishes were long gone as soon as the mclaren drivers told them about their plans to spend their week in madrid - where the couple conveniently lived.

OR oscar piastri had the fattest crush on magda's cousin, paloma 'lomi' san pedro, and needless to say, he wasn't even making it less obvious as he purchased a ticket to madrid just so he could spend his time with her. was he only looking for that summer romance or did he just fall in love with carlos' in-law?

content warning: use of explicit language, oscar and ofc shitting on each other, tagalog dialogues and translation ahead (i'm not as good as i used to be at speaking it, sorry lads), carlos sainz x ofc, mentions of alcohol use, fictional brother character (niño san pedro), carlos has a close relationship with his in-laws, A LOT OF JOLLIBEE, lando norris and oscar piastri being cultured (filipino), filo humour, lowkey protective!carlos

note: melody is in progress and i gotta let this out because i've been looking at too much unhinged filipino memes today. enjoy xx

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tagged carlossainzjr, charles_leclerc, landonorris, monamagdalena, ninojames

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, charles_leclerc

monamagdalena "rich in-law" 😭 liked by lomisanpedro

carlossainzjr you weren't "forced" to wear my number 🙄 get it right hermana liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro ur right. i asked for charles' number and they just conveniently "ran out" of my size 🤔

landonorris look at that handsome man in papaya and black tho 🥵 liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro i'm gonna pretend i haven't seen this comment 😕

landonorris guys i think she's a charles leclerc fan liked and pinned by lomisanpedro

oscarpiastri i have a lot of oscar piastri shirts in your size 😊 liked by lomisanpedro

ninojames what 😄

lomisanpedro how do u know my size 🧐

oscarpiastri i've been looking, observing and mentally measuring

carlossainzjr oscarpiastri compadre do you wanna repeat what you just said?

landonorris don't mind me i'm just watching 🍿🥤

logansargeant so you're the girl he's ogling throughout the week??? liked by lomisanpedro

lomisanpedro and you're the florida boy? 🤓

logansargeant fair enough. nice to meet you though 🤠

lomisanpedro likewise sarge 🤠

carlossainzjr posted a new story !!!

tagged ninojames, lomisanpedro, landonorris, oscarpiastri, carlossainzjr

liked by logansargeant, alex_albon, georgerussell63

user1 i just know it hits different spending your vacation in a filipino-spanish household 😭 liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena there's a lot of "ordinary" volume arguments that's for sure 😅

user2 rip oscar's vocal chords. i know it's barely there but it must've abandoned him the moment the sainz-san pedros pulled up the karaoke liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena landonorris might have slipped some tequila to get the party going for oscar 🙃

mclarenf1 lando we taught you better than this

landonorris mclarenf1 what happened to "one more shot lando!"

mclarenf1 i don't like these accusations, lando.

user3 i can just imagine lando, carlos and oscar yelling "THAT'S NOT HOW DRS WORKS" at your cousins lmfaooo 🤣 liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena yeah my cousins live to give carlitos a headache every once in a while - seeing as they live in philippines and all

carlossainzjr we should have a daycare, mi corazon, because we don't get paid enough for this liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena i agree bebe, if anything we lose more than we earn money 🥲

ninojames stop lying to me carlossainzjr you literally helped me get my tourist visa because you said "you wanted to see your favourite cousin"

lomisanpedro oop- lemme just send this to caco rq 🤭

carlossainzjr ay lomisanpedro you do that, i'm not gonna set up the ac in your room 😒 see how long you'll withstand the heat in spain

lomisanpedro i live in ph but yes po master 😇

lomisanpedro if i have to go golfing one more time, i'm gonna hit you with the club landonorris carlossainzjr ninojames

ninojames speak for urself lmfao

landonorris it's ok i can take it paloma 🤪

carlossainzjr watch your words landonorris

landonorris that's not what i meant ??? 🤬

oscarpiastri barca did good last night no? liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena heheheh carlossainzjr what do you think?

lomisanpedro carlossainzjr you should've shot him in the foot with the paintball when you had the chance 🤡

carlossainzjr i really should have.

landonorris that's tactical and against the fia rules carlos know better.

mclarenf1 yeah what landonorris said ^^

oscarpiastri that is incredibly mean of you, lomisanpedro 🥲

lomisanpedro show me how you cry rq??

tagged landonorris, oscarpiastri, lomisanpedro

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monamagdalena putang ina pati pa naman sa spain, y'an pa din kinakain niyo? what the fuck, that's (jollibee) what you guys are still eating even in spain? liked by ninojames

ninojames patingin nga kung pa'no yung galit na mukha ate hahahaha ate, show me how you make an angry face

lomisanpedro ba't ka inggit lmaooooo why are you jealous

monamagdalena hoy lomi at niño, nagluto ako kanina di niyo ba kinain 'yon? i cooked earlier today, didn't you guys eat it?

lomisanpedro maarte yung mga bisita mo madam bertud. your guests are picky, madam bertud.

oscarpiastri monamagdalena I AM NOT picky, do not listen to what that gremlin is telling you

landonorris we ate and even washed the pot of sinigang so that gremlin is lying

lomisanpedro this gremlin is her cousin and how tf do y'all know what we're saying-

landonorris we're very smart men

oscarpiastri i'm a diplomat on the side

carlossainzjr NIÑO YOU AND LANDO JUST RACKED UP OUR BILL FOR DOING THAT TO OUR OVEN 🤬 liked by ninojames

ninojames lando was teaching me his dj skills 😕

carlossainzjr DONT MESS WITH THE OVEN LANDOOOO

landonorris we were trying to get lit 😭 you literally had nothing in there but uno and monopoly wtf were we supposed to do???

carlossainzjr i don't know? not play with fire and not rack up our house bill?

oscarpiastri are we having a filipino language session tomorrow then? liked by ninojames

ninojames with tequila?

oscarpiastri i found their stash so yeah with tequila- we should get some bucket of chickens for the session too :)

landonorris wag puro pulutan, dapat inom din. don't just eat, you have to drink too. liked and pinned by ninojames

lomisanpedro I HAVE TAUGHT YOU WELL, YOUNG PADAWAN 🤩

ninojames monamagdalena rate my teaching skills ate magda

monamagdalena what are you guys teaching these two??? 😭

oscarpiastri the basics magda 😊

INCOMING: dog show 😎 (oscar) SENDER: my pal(oma) 🐝 (paloma)

tagged jollibee, lomisanpedro

liked by carlossainzjr, logansargeant, landonorris

user1 BRO HARD LAUNCHED HIS CRUSH WTF 😭 what god did you pray to?

user2 puro jollibee si bro edi sana nag pinas ka na lang 😭 bro eats a lot of jollibee like you should've just gone to philippines instead

user3 madrid is paloma san pedro, in case you guys didn't know 🤭

landonorris god you are so whipped

mclarenf1 jollibee x mclaren when? 👀

jollibee when there's a philippine grand prix 🐝

ninojames oh so you ditched our session for this? for this ugly ass? liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri we got some palabok and two buckets of chicken joy and we're otw home 😅

ninojames ok maybe i can let you slip for once

lomisanpedro you are so annoying liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri annoyingly considerate when it comes to you because you wanted jollibee this morning 🤭😊

user4 there is too much filipino rizz within pastry guys i think he wins this one

logansargeant was this why you've been rejecting my facetimes today?

oscarpiastri you can wait. jollibee can't.

user5 i'm sorry logan but i agree with him this time

user6 him tagging jollibee 😭 this man is clearly obsessed

bonus !!!

PS the fictional san pedro people

ramona magdalena 'magda' (ibañez) san pedro sainz (carlos' wife)

niño james (balagtas) san pedro (carlos' cousin-in-law)

paloma 'lomi' (balagtas) san pedro (also carlos' in-law)

[cantdothis-nomore]

kimetsu gakuen au where muichiro gives u chocolates for valentines day and u two start dating soon after and hes a super clingy bf 🙌🙌

If you guys want to be tagged in any future muichiro / tanjiro / uzui / rengoku / or any other character fic just put it down in the comments :)

Muichiro Tokito x Reader

Kimetsu Gakuen au!

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Oh my god I'm literally kicking my feet and squealing at this cute baby boy🥰🥰

The morning of valentines day he'd be lurking near you for the entire day looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't and was often jiggling something around in his hands

A couple times you asked him if he was OK and he just froze and whipped his hands behind his back, his face turning a shade similar to a cherry

You were obviously a bit confused but left him alone none the less

At lunch you were just sitting with your friends chatting away when they all stopped and looked at something behind you

You turned around to see a bright red Muichiro who when you turned around, grabbed your hand and pulled you away

You turned a couple corners before being pushed into a janitors closet and faced with an extremely embarrassed Muichiro

He shoved a heart shaped box of chocolates at you whilst hiding his face in his shoulder muttering something indecipherable

You meekly took the chocolates, you face as red as his, and asked him to repeat what he said

'WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME' He eventually yelled at you trying hard not to turn and run away

You literally froze in shock

Obviously before saying yes and him pulling you into a bone crushing hug to hide both of your now red and adoring faces

(Your friends knew exactly what had happened after you walked back into the cafeteria with you face as bright as the sun and him still as red as a tomato)

The only thing you would get the rest of the day was clinging hugs and endless love from Mui <33

Bebe boyyyyyy <33333333

Would come over to your house and cuddle with you in your bed whilst watching a movie to feel loved

Also loves getting his hair done/head scratched by you and only you lol 🩷

Would be the clingiest of clingy but you love that <333333

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[pablitogavii]

Same to you

Summary: read it ;)

Pairing: Pablo Gavira x Reader

Warnings: smutty!

It's been five months since you've ended your one year relationship with Pablo Gavira. Why? Till this day it felt like the stupidest decision you've ever made but it was the only thing you could do at that time.

He was focused on his career and you were overwhelmed from school work so you began taking frustration out on each other. It started with frequent arguments to shouting sessions (followed by the best angry sex btw) to complete silence.

"What have we become Pablo?" you said with tears spilling down your cheeks.

"I don't know amor...I don't know" he answered those being the last words he said to you before you travelled back to Valencia needing to be away from him.

You were back to Barcelona only for the big Spotify event in which your new boyfriend Luca, famous Spanish singer, performed.

He was a good and kind man, treated you right, but something was always missing...even in all that perfection you missed Pablo whenever you would try to go to sleep.

The last thing you expected is for Pablo to be at the very same event but then you learned that Spotify became one of biggest partners with Barça team.

"Alright, I have to go bebe. I'll search for you in the crowd" Luca said pecking your lips which made Pablo clench his jaw observing it from the corner of the room.

Truth be told, it's been the hardest five months of his life since you left...he couldn't even play football the same way, he was angry all the times, and seeing you with someone else made him want to punch something so badly right now!!

"Fancy seeing you here princesa..." Pablo approached behind you carrying that famous footballer confidence that always made your knees weak but you did your best to keep a cold exterior.

"How are you Pablo?" you say not turning to look at him knowing that seeing those eyes this close would only tempt you more.

"Shouldn't you be looking at me while talking? Or are you scared where that might lead, huh princesa?" he was confident like always and it started to get on your nerves. You wanted to show him that he doesn't own you anymore...although deep down he always will.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend to get on stage" you answer bitterly highlighting on the title on purpose which made Pablo angrier.

"Can your boyfriend make you cum the way I can?" he whispered into your ear while his hand slowly snaked around your wast resting on your stomach and you felt a cold shiver move down your spine as craving started to build in the pit of your stomach.

Truth be told, you never came since the last time you were with Gavi...and he seemed to sense your deprivation...little devil!

You quickly pulled away turning around to face him and immediately you felt an urge to smash your lips onto his plum ones missing that familiar sweet taste but instead you walked away from the crowd and he followed after you.

"You're full of shit Gavira!" you spat angrily still walking away but when you came to the secluded corner he was quick to grab your wrist and push you up against nearby wall before hovering over your and trapping you in between his strong arms.

"You think I'm full of shit!?" he growled moving closer looking at your lips seductively.

"I do!" you spat feeling your heart beating fast against your chest at his proximity that familiar musk filling your nostrils.

"You think I'm full of shit!? Me?? Yeah!?" he repeated getting even closer and you stared him straight in the eyes which took him by surprise.

"I do!" you repeated trying to sound as confident as you could.

"And what about you huh!? What about you and Mr. signer?" he said angrily and you felt your panties getting wetter from Pablo's jealous side that made you curious to test his limits.

"What about it!?" you say

"What!? You want me to believe that that's real!? That you are happy!? That you are in love with him!?" he spat angrily and you smirked making up the biggest lie of your life.

"I am happy! And I am in love!" you yell and he smirks shaking his head and tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Oh come on princesa! I know you...and I know what it looks like when you're in love with someone....and when you are satisfied" he rested his forehead against yours and you just stood there for a few moments before his hands held your face and his lips were on yours giving you back all that was missing for months.

"Mmm you still taste the same..tell me...does he love like I do? Hm?" he pulled you into a secluded corned starting to kiss down your neck and you moved your head to the side to give him more access desperately needing more.

"Does he touch like I do? Does it feel the same to you?" he whispered marking up your skin feverishly and you finally let out a moan which made him pull back teasingly until he heard a response he was waiting from you.

"No.." you looked down but he raised your chin making you look into his eyes while your thighs were rubbing together in desperation.

"Tell me now.." Pablo was biting his lower lips while you blushed more knowing how much his ego was growing from hearing you admit this but you just wanted to feel something again...you wanted him back.

"No Pablo...he doesn't love like you do..he doesn't touch like you do...I need you..only you.." you spoke as his smirk grew and he took your hand quickly leaving the venue and taking the cab to his apartment.

The moment you walked into his apartment, your dress was on the floor and he was kissing your neck from behind taking off his suit and pulling you into his bedroom laying you gently on his kind sized bed.

"Eres tan sexy mi preciosa ... y toda mía!" Pablo smirked getting in between your thighs and kissing your lips passionately while you moaned his name desperately.

"Tell me...does he fill you up like me...make your back arch as you beg me to cum...hmmm...my poor princesa, could he even make you cum?" he was touching you enjoying the wetness of your folds before entering you in one swift motion.

"Noo.." you admitted and he pitted you while smirking proud to be the only one to make you cum..to make you crazy.

"Should I let you cum tho? Or should I punish you for leaving me? Do you know how miserable I was without you huh!? I was fucking lost!" Pablo was fucking you roughly letting out his anger in the best way possible and you were enjoying every moment of it.

"Ah..p..please..I'm sorry..so sorry papi.." you were desperate clenching around him knowing you needed his permission before finally releasing all the tension built up for five full months of abstinence.

"Aww my sweet princesa...tell papi you won't leave him again..tell him you can't live without him..beg me preciosa!" he was grunting getting close to his own high and you obeyed helplessly.

"I will never leave you again papi...I need you...I love only you..ahh..please" you menage to speak with occasional moans and he seemed satisfied capturing your lips before whispering "cum for me" and you did like never before feeling your thighs shake around him.

"Mierda! You are fucking perfect...and mine!" Pablo filled you up his sweaty forehead against yours before your lips met once more before you laid next to each other catching breaths.

You moved to lay your head on his sweaty chest happily and he hugged your protectively kissing your forehead before putting blanked over both of you.

You phone beeped continuously with numerous messages surely from your now long forgotten boyfriend and you reached to grab your phone but Pablo stopped you.

He moved you on top of him kissing your lips passionately before moving away with a big smirk on his face.

"He can fuck off! You are my girl anyways.." he said cockily and you chuckled kissing his lips again forgetting immediately about the phone as you both felt turned on once again...;)

[leilakisakabiri]

Afternoon Activities (Neymar Jr)

Summary: You and Neymar face off in a football match.

Warning(s): none, just fluff.

Word Count: [1814]

You squeal running away from Neymar as he chased after you, a pillow in hand, trying to hit you.

"Davi, stop her!" Neymar shouts at the little boy, watching as he runs towards you from the opposite direction.

"Davi, please, don't do this!" You yell dramatically as he runs to you with hands outstretched trying to catch you.

He stops running when he hears your words, letting you pass by him and down the hallway into the living room.

"Davi! What are you doing? We could have got her!"

"She said please!" Davi responds.

Your face hurts from smiling so much as you let out a loud iaugh.

What a sweet kid.

Neymar jokingly glares at you as you stick your tongue out at him, both of you facing each other on opposites sides of the couch.

"Just give in Y/N!" Neymar tries.

You shake your head vigorously,

"No way. I'd rather run a 10 miles than do that, and you know I hate running."

This whole thing had started after you complained about being bored. You had come over to Neymar's house in the afternoon, and after being there for two hours just sitting on his couch as he played Fifa you found yourself wanting to do something. He had tried to get you to play, but you wanted to go outside. It was summer in Paris and it was a beautiful sunny day.

Why waste it?

After your revelation, he decided the best thing for the both of you to do was to play a friendly game of football. You immediately shot down his suggestion, while you watched Davi who had been busy playing with his dinosaurs in the corner lift his head with joy once he heard what Neymar said, clapping his hands together in excitement.

You weren't too bad of a player, however, obviously, your talents were nothing compared to Neymar, him being a professional and all. However, it wasn't the aspect of losing you that made you not want to play, even though you did lose, a lot, in fact almost every single game. It was the fact that Neymar did not hold back. He got so into the game, and once his competitiveness took over there was no stopping him. He would constantly play unfairly, by either tackling you to get the ball, or showboating simply to get you riled up.

The last time the both of you had played against each other, you had ended up with a nasty cut on your leg after he had shoved you and you landed rather ungracefully on a sprinkler wedged in the grass. Admittedly, you had started the brawl by pushing into him any chance you got, trying to distance him from the ball, but in the end, you got hurt and not him.

Since then you had been adamant about not playing with him, not wanting a repeat of last time.

"C'mon Y/N Please. I promise I won't do anything this time." He tried again.

"Your such a liar! You play so dirty! You always tackle me." You exclaimed.

He wiggled his eyes, a smirk on his face, "Shh bebe, don't say that in front of Davi. You're so wild."

You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time. This boy.

Before you could even finish your eye roll you felt someone slam into you, sending the both of you tumbling to the ground.

It took you about half a second after landing on the ground to realize Neymar had jumped over the couch and onto you.

What a bitch.

"Ugh ew! Get off." You whined trying to shove his body that was on top of yours away from you.

He laughed from above you,

"Oh I'm gross? I'm gross?" He questioned as he started to pepper your face with kisses and you squirmed underneath him, laughter escaping you.

"Ok fine maybe not gross. Now will you get up?"

Instead of getting up, you felt him snuggle closer to you, his warm hands wrapping around your waist as he laid his head on your chest.

"Mmm only if you play football with me."

"What are you 5?" You retorted, trying to keep up the act, but you found yourself running your hands through his hair as he laid on you.

You felt another body thud on top of yours, and you saw that Davi had joined your little huddle.

"I am!" he exclaimed proudly as he sat on top of Neymar, holding up 5 fingers.

"Don't do it for me. Do it for him." Neymar said.

"Please?" Davi spoke up.

You squinted your eyes, "Are you guys teaming up on me?"

The two of them just looked at you with blank stares.

You groaned, "Okay fine, now get up you’re cutting off my air flow."

You heard the boys cheer as they both stood up, letting you get up.

You had just stood up when you felt Neymar pull you into him, putting his arm around you as you walked to the backyard.

"I promise I'll go easy." He said.

You shook your head, looking up at him, "No way. Play your best."

You saw a grin adore his features as he squeezed your shoulders, "That's my girl."

You felt a warmth spread through your stomach as he said those words. No matter how much time you spent with Neymar he still made you blush like crazy with just the smallest things. He would always say the sweetest things in the most nonchalant ways like he wasn't even thinking twice about them, and you couldn't help but find it extremely endearing.

"Ok Davi, you ready?" You asked as you separated from Neymar, going to the middle of the makeshift field where Davi had already placed a ball.

Davi loved to watch you and Neymar play against each other, probably because it was the closest he got to seeing his dad on the field, and also because he loved watching you both playfully fight each other. He was supposed to be the referee but he never stopped Neymar from tackling you, or even ever gave out a foul.

He was clearly bias, but whatever.

"Ok, Go!" Davi shouted as both you and Neymar hit the ball at the same time, the ball stuck between the two of you.

Neymar got possession of the ball quickly and raced down the field. You mentally cursed yourself for letting it slip away, you had played enough times with him to begin to understand his mannerisms, and you were starting to be able to guess when he was faking and when he was actually going for it, yet you were distracted and let him take it away.

You chased after him, trying to stick your foot in front of his to get the ball back.

He expected your move and was quick to pull the ball back, passing around you.

He laughed, turning to look at you over his shoulder, "You have to be smarter than that amor."

You huffed, running towards the goal just as he prepared to shoot.

You got there just in time and dived, sending the ball flying out of bounds.

You saw Neymar's face fall as you saved it.

"Foul!" He called.

This little shit.

"Foul?" You screamed back looking at him in anger.

"Why is that foul? No way!"

“You touched the ball with your hand.” He argued.

“That’s because I’m the goalie!”

You both looked at Davi as he debated, "No foul!"

You cheered at his decision while Neymar hung his head, sad his son hadn't bought into his act. Clearly, there was no foul and you had just saved the goal, but Neymar's favorite pass time it seemed was annoying you, and he would do anything to achieve it.

Once the ball was back in play you raced forward, watching as Neymar charged towards you.

You had been practicing a few skills yourself, after you and your friend had stayed up late one night, wine drunk and daring each other to do random things, one of those being learning how to do a rainbow flick.

You watched intently as Neymar came closer, once he was close enough you surprised him by kicking the ball over his head, and bypassing him.

He stopped, shocked, and you used his surprise to your advantage as you ran across the field before kicking the ball into the net.

However, before you could celebrate your goal you felt a familiar body collide with yours.

This time you ended up on top, as Neymar took the brunt of the fall.

"Hey! Foul! I didn't even have ball anymore!" You shouted, sitting up when the world stopped spinning around you.

Neymar grabbed your hands, lacing them with his before pulling you down on top of him, "Been practicing hmm? Got tricks now?" he whispered his breath fanning across your face.

You felt your heartbeat accelerate at how close he was, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were straddling him, "I've got a lot of tricks."

You felt him inhale sharply, his smirk slipping away as his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Is that a promise?"

The moment was interrupted when you heard Davi running over,

"What is going on?" He asked, hands on his hips.

You held up your hands in surrender as you got off Neymar, "Don't look at me ref. Neymar is the one who decided to foul me."

Davi considered this for a moment before he finally nodded, "Ok. Free goal."

You grinned up at him, from your position on the grass, pulling his little body into a tight hug, "Holy shit, 2 goals for 1? I'll take it!"

Davi giggled against you, "Y/N, bad word." He exclaimed shaking his finger at you.

"Oops. Sorry I'm just on a high." You smiled.

"Let's just end the game here."

Neymar looked over at you, seemingly not pleased before he caved, "Ok Fine."

You stood up cheering, and dancing with Davi.

"YAY! I AM THE CHAMPION." you screamed, letting go of Davi before sending hand kisses to your imaginary fans.

"Yeah, yeah, don't let it get to your head." Neymar retorted coming up to stand next to you, amused by your antics.

You turned to look at him, eyebrow raised, "Oh what like you did?"

You watched as he let out a gasp, feigning hurt, "Ouch Y/N you wound me."

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest, "I'm sure you'll find someway to get over it."

"Now c'mon, you have to play Fifa with me so I can beat you in that too." You said, already walking back into the house, still on your high from winning.

He grinned at your retreating form,

"She definitely let it get to her head." He whispered to Davi as he led him towards the house.

"Heard that!" You shouted.

Both him and Davi let out giggles at your response and you found yourself smiling widely again as you walked back into the living room.

You could definitely get used to this.

[hrts4soyeon]

Back To You

Yunjin x fem!reader 

Genre: angst, idol!au

Warnings: angst, violence(?), yelling, toxic relationship, cursing

summary: no matter how much Yunjin hurt you you couldn't ever seem to let go of her. Will you ever draw a line or will you continue to go back to her?

Word count: 7,050

a/n: this is my first time writing something other than an essay and I’m not the best in english class so if there are any spelling or grammatical errors pls ignore it i tried my best😕

i know you say you know me know me well

Jennifer huh, you had known her since 1st grade. She was a year older but you were put in a combined class with 2nd graders. You had been sitting to the side isolating yourself while everyone ate together and talked, you had always kept to yourself. This fascinated her. Jennifer was known as the popular girl who was friends with everyone. Everyone loved her because although she was popular it never seemed to change her personality. She remained the nicest person in class, always helping the teachers and students out. You weren't a bad kid either, quite the opposite actually. You took smartness to a whole new level, that was the reason you were in the mixed class, you were amongst the smartest 1st graders

You weren't hard to look at either. In fact by 3rd grade you already had admirers, but by 4th grade all of them had disappeared. Whenever one of the boys would try to talk to you you’d turn red due to your stuttering and before even 3 words were out your mouth you'd run away. 

Jennifer took interest in you, despite the fact that you constantly strayed from her. Most people would just take the hint and leave but she was persistent. This seemed very strange to you as no one ever tried this hard. You did want to be her friend but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to even respond to her. 

By 4th grade you and Jennifer were inseparable, you two did everything together. All her persistence really did pay off in the end because by 8th grade it was her who was trying to run away from you. Of course she still loved you more than anyone but you could be overbearing at times and with her short temper things often didn't end well.

“GOD WHY CAN'T YOU GO FIND SOME OTHER FRIENDS AT SCHOOL! YOU KEEP CLINGING TO ME AND IT'S ANNOYING I CAN LITERALLY NEVER CATCH A BREAK FROM YOU!” 

‘She doesn't mean it, she doesn't mean it’ is what you'd repeat to yourself whenever these situations arrived. You'd been friends with her since before her temper was so out of control and you knew her, the real her. She said a lot of things out of anger and you knew that. She had brought this topic up before a bit more calmly and so you knew her blowing up was your doing.

“I'm sorry, I'll try to change and get more friends to stop annoying you.” you said trying to keep your voice from wavering even more than it had been. But as soon as she processed the small waver in your voice her whole demeanor shifted, you could see her physically melt. 

“I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have blown up at you like that, but you know how I get mad easily and if you had just listened to me none of this would've happened. I'm just stressed out and I hope you can forgive me, I'll try to be better and control my anger.”

“nono don’t apologize, I'm sorry I should've just listened and I will, I'll try to give you space at school.” After this left your mouth she walked up to you and hugged you.

but these days i don't even know myself (no) i always thought i'd be with someone else i thought i would own the way i felt (yeah)

“y/n, wanna come to my home after school?”

“I have a lot of homework and I have plans with mina…..” just as you were about to decline you saw her looking at you with that look, the look you could never deny.

“-but i think i could move the plans with mina to tomorrow.” at the sound of you relenting she started squealing and hugging you. 

“Meet me after 7th period and we can walk home together.” she said with a wink as she walked to her next class.

Mina Myoui, she was a year older than you just like Jennifer meaning you two didn’t share the same classes. You two shared only one class which was math. You were both also very introverted so it took a while for this friendship to blossom but once it did you were so glad Jennifer told you to find new friends. 

You stopped clinging to Jennifer as much and spent a lot more time with Mina, and found you two were very similar. You even thought you were developing a crush on her, she was just so perfect. She never got mad at you and was always calm, she loved to listen to you and your problems and to top it all off she was definitely one of the prettiest people you had come across. She had such delicate yet elegant features. She had definitely been a queen in her past life.

You wanted to tell Jennifer about this little (almost?) crush on Mina but knowing Jennifer she would probably be fuming with the thought that you’d replaced her. On top of being easily pissed off, Jennifer Huh was also a person with a lot of jealousy in her and you didn't want to do anything to upset her. 

The more you hung out with Mina the more you realized that maybe this wasn't a crush, you felt almost the same way towards Mina as you did to Jennifer. Jennifer was your bestest friend. You couldn't like her right? That would be weird, you guys had known each other since you were in 1st. You guys were basically siblings, right? The more you thought about it the more you felt sick by the thought that Jennifer saw you as just a sister.

School had ended and you were both in Jennifer's room sitting on her bed when she suddenly said ‘we need to talk’ . This took you by surprise as you didn't think you had done anything to upset her this past week, you were very nervous. Her whole demeanor changed, she sat up straight and had a serious look on her face.

“Okay uhm, I've been thinking about doing this for a while now but i haven't had the courage to actually confront you and say something about it. I uhh ever since I saw you in first grade I always thought that you were different from the rest of the students, you stayed to yourself and you uhm even when guys would talk to you or confess to you, you would always run away and you never really let anyone in. i think i was pretty determined and i eventually got you to open up and now i have you forever, and even though i can be such a shitty person and friend at times you never leave me. You could have ditched me so many times and I bet others would too, hell I would leave myself, but you never left me. You’re like the best person I know and I don't know what I'd do without you — anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I love and appreciate you so much but I don't want to be your friend anymore, I can't be.” as soon as you heard her last sentence your heart dropped in your chest and tears started welling up in your eyes, your smile now a deep frown. This couldn't be happening, Jennifer was your whole world.

“Y-y-you d-don't wanna be my f-friend any m-more?” you stuttered out the tears in your eyes almost falling as you will yourself to hold them back, but alas one single tear drop fell. With the fall of that one tear drop it was as if a dam had broken, all the tears you had tried to hold back were coming down nonstop.

Jennifer immediately reached out and wiped you tears with her thumb as she took a hold of your face. 

“No, I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be more. I love you, but not in the way I'm supposed to, I love you as in I wanna hold and kiss you, I wanna introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend. I don't want you to like, love, or hold anyone but me, I want all your friends to know that you belong to me and I belong to you. What do you say, be my girlfriend?” hearing this you started sobbing even harder while nodding your head. Not even in your wildest dreams would you have dreamt of THE Jennifer huh, the most popular girl in your school to want you. Maybe she didn't see you as a sister after all, maybe you didn't see her as one either

Seeing you nod, Jennifer pulled your face to hers and crashed your lips together. This was all she had wanted for as long as she could remember. You tried your best to respond to her kiss but you honestly had no idea on what to do, you had never kissed anyone before. Jennifer being the most popular girl, had been in relationships so she obviously had experience.

She pulled away laughing at the fact that you couldn't respond to the kiss

“whattt, you know I've never been in a relationship nor kissed anyone.” you said whining

She chuckled and responded by saying that she’d teach you how to kiss and that you would never kiss lips that were not hers. You spent the rest of the time in her room just kissing and her demonstrating and telling you what to do.

Dating Jennifer sent you through a whirlwind of emotions. You were confused, confused about what you felt towards Mina and how that differentiated from your feelings towards Jennifer. You loved Jennifer, you really did but that left you with questions about your feelings for mina. You thought what you felt with Mina might've been a bit stronger than what you felt for Jennifer, but you couldn't risk losing them both, you weren’t sure about your feelings for Mina, not even sure if they’d be reciprocated but Jennifer was there. She loved you, you loved her, and you loved Jennifer too much to let her go, too much to put your own feelings before hers. Telling yourself that Mina was nothing more than a friend you found yourself slowly believing that. 

You couldn't tell whether you were happy or disappointed as Mina's expression did not change when you told her you were dating Jennifer. For the most part she seemed happy for you and you tried to tell yourself that you were even happier with that. 

It was a new school year, mina and Jennifer were now seniors and you a Junior. As much as you tried to tell yourself you didn't like her, your feelings for Mina were not going away as fast as they should have been and you were starting to get worried. You tried to distance yourself from Mina and told yourself it would benefit yours and Jennifer's relationship. 

Your mentality that this was the right thing came crashing down when you saw mina’s face as you bailed on her for the 2nd time that week. Telling her you had too much homework and couldn't hang out with her. The way her face fell hurt your heart and within the minute of you two  just standing there in silence you realized how selfish you had been, only thinking of your own feelings and not minas. You’d never felt more shitty, you couldn't stand seeing anyone else sad at the doings of your own especially not Mina. You immediately took back what you said and asked her if you guys could first go to your home first to finish a bit of homework before going out. 

The way her face lit up when all you had done was go through with your plans made your heart crumble. You promised yourself you'd never be the cause of a sad expression on her face again. 

The more you hung out with Mina the more you realized maybe this was the right way to get over your feelings for her. You both would talk about Jennifer and it made you realize how much you loved her and never wanted to lose her. Mina was ecstatic at seeing her best friend so happy with another. You found your mind leaving Mina and focusing on Jennifer. You questioned yourself and wondered how you ever doubted your feelings for jennifer.

I call you but you never even answer  i tell myself i'm done with wicked games

Huh Yunjin, her Korean name. Seeing as she was in Korea it only made sense for her to go by it  now. Both you and Yunjin had moved to Korea a while back, pursuing a life of fame. She was now a trainee at HYBE while you were at JYP. The original plan was for you two to enter the same company but fate had other plans. The day Yunjin was accepted into HYBE you were accepted into JYP. You both had applied to a lot of agencies and been accepted but these were the first BIG companies to reach out to you. Taking into account that you’d see Mina more often you accepted the fact that HYBE didn't accept you and chose to join JYP. 

“This is the second time you’ve called her within the 30 minutes you’ve been here, just accept that she's not picking up.'' Mina said with a groan as you put your phone down. 

“She never answers, I know she’s probably overwhelmed with work right now seeing as she's set to debut in a month but I wish she could at least send me a text.” 

“But aren't you set to debut in 2 months, just barely a month after her?” Mina responded making you think about it. But it was different, her debut was closer to happening than yours. You knew of her dream to be famous and you shared that dream with her, if she wanted to be an idol she had to prioritize that over everything, right? You understood that and so that's what you said to mina. 

“She's gonna debut sooner though and I can't be her top priority, her job has to be.” after processing what you had just said minas head snapped towards you looking at you like you had gone mad. 

“I'M an idol y/n i've been an idol for years and trust me when i say that's not an excuse, don't you remember when you were still in New York and i was in Korea? Although I was an idol I still made time for you. Look at yourself, you're in the same position as her yet here you are clearly prioritizing her.” you didn't know what to say in response to this, you wanted to deny it to say that you've matured, that you didn't let Yunjin walk over you anymore but even you knew that was a lie. 

“Okay okay, I'll talk to her after things are less stressful for her and I'll make sure that she sees me as a priority, and I'll make sure she sticks to her word.”

But then i get so numb with all the laughter  that i forget about the pain

You were currently in Yunjins dorm which she shared with Eunchae and Chaewon. You all were in the kitchen eating, you found yourself coming here often after their debut. You had come to talk to her about her recent behavior, how she promised she would change but hadn’t at all. You got caught up with everything else though and the thought to tell her completely slipped your mind. 

“So y/n how does it feel to have your official debut in a couple of weeks?” Chaewon asked

“Honestly it feels unreal. I still can't believe it's gonna happen, I'm so excited.” you responded, a huge grin on your face at the thought that your name would be out there in a couple of weeks.

“Okay now for the good stuff, who's your favorite member?” Eunchae asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“They're all my favorite butttt haewonnie, and only ‘cause we’re closer.” you responded. You loved them all but if you were being honest it was definitely Haewon. They all gasped at the revelation. You noticed Yunjin looking at you a bit weird but you brushed it off saying it was nothing. 

“Okay, okay but who’s your favorite le sserafim member?” Chaewon asked, all three of them looked at you expectantly 

“Hmmm, if I had to choose Kazuha.” You said her name really fast, almost slurring it but they all had caught it and saw the grin growing on your face. 

“I'M TELLING KAZUHA UNNIE THIS!” Eunchae shouted as she pulled out her phone to text this to Kazuha. 

“We’re over, I can’t date someone who prefers my member over me.” Yunjin said in faux disappointment, acting as if she would start crying. 

You got up, walked around the island and went to hug her while saying sorry and that you loved her more while laughing. 

“Okay but you don’t count because my love for you is indescribable and if I were to bring you into it then none of your members would even have a chance.” She seemed to be satisfied by this and grabbed your face to plant a soft sweet kiss on your lips 

“EWWW THERE'S A KID HERE!” Eunchae said, screaming while covering her eyes. 

Chaewon on the other hand was awwwing at how cute you too were while you had your face flushed red and hidden in Yunjin's chest. You and Yunjin had been dating for years yet you still had the same red face every time she initiated physical contact. 

(Woah)You stress me out, you kill me, you drag me down, you fuck me up we're on the ground, we're screamin' i dont know how to make it stop i love it, i hate it, and i can't take it but i keep on comin' back to you

“God, you’re so possessive. get over it! I can have friends other than you, you’re always trying to dictate my relationships and I’m SO over it!” She yelled at you, and you whimpered at her harsh words

Your lips slowly formed a pout feeling your lips wobbling, a telltale sign you were gonna start crying. Usually the sight of you crying would calm Yunjin down but it didn’t this time, it only infuriated her more. 

“Oh my god, no way you’re gonna start crying now.” She said in disbelief as you tried to hold back your tears to prove her wrong.

“I'm sorry for actually feeling emotions, unlike you. Am i not allowed to be upset when i see millions of people shipping you, MY girlfriend with another. And it's not like you do anything to beat the dating allegations. Pulling her onto your lap calling her pet names you should be using on ME!” you said panting as you had screamed all that out. 

You thought that maybe getting all that out she’d understand at least a little of how you were feeling. You saying all that though was a huge mistake, it only made her even more mad, you only realized your mistake when you saw her mouth open and the look on her face of complete rage.

“Ohh so now this is my fault? My fault for being comfortable with my friends? Have you ever seen me comment on your relationship with Mina? You're basically dating her with how close you two are, you call her every name in the book, you literally call her your soulmate. Have I ever said anything about that? No, because unlike you I was happy when you finally found a friend that wasn't me and I encouraged your friendship with her if anything. Stop acting as if you own me, you're genuinely such a shitty person, what the hell do you want from me? For me to completely isolate myself from all the girls? As my girlfriend you should be happy for me, that i have such good friends in my group but nooo. This is what I get? I can really see where your priorities are.” if you weren't crying before you were definitely sobbing by now.

You were always a sensitive person and hearing all this coming from her made you wanna bury yourself in a hole. You never felt more selfish and it made you so mad at yourself for only thinking of your feelings. You understood where she was coming from and all you could think of was how to make this up to her. 

You knew you could counter her points easily as you and mina still had boundaries and she knew about how you ignored mina for the first few weeks of you two dating. It was because you were unsure of your feelings towards Mina but that wasn't the only reason. You saw that Yunjin was getting jealous with the thought that you cared more about Mina as more than a friend. This was also a major reason as to why you distanced yourself from Mina. 

You also talked to her about it, you asked her if she was comfortable and fine with you and mina being friends. After that conversation she never doubted your relationship with mina. You could also bring up the fact that you and Mina shut down ANY idea of you two dating when your friendship was first discovered by the public. You had always made it known how good of a friend  Mina was. You and Mina were known as nothing more than friends. 

But alas, you didn't want to fight anymore, you just wanted this to stop. You loved her and she loved you and as her lover causing these problems shouldn't be a thing you should do.

“I'm sorry babe, you're right I was being unreasonable and you are allowed to have friends, i don't want you to think you aren't. I just really don't want to fight anymore. Can we please just go to sleep? I love you and I don't like fighting with you.” you said sniffling and wiping your tears as you walked towards her wanting a hug. 

You could tell by the way she wrapped her arms around you she didn't want to, but seeing you crying and looking to her for comfort for the tears she caused made her happy. She was happy that she was the one you found comfort in no matter the reason, but it did not overlook the fact that she was still MAD. you were aware of this fact yet you didn't let it phase you as you held onto her shirt tighter burying your face in her chest as you gripped her shirt in your fists.

Yunjin wanted so badly to embrace you tighter but she couldn't, she wouldn't. You needed to know that you couldn't just pull this shit then expect it all to go away as soon as you cry. It hurt her to hurt you like this but your words really made her mad and the more she thought of your guyses fight the more her sympathy for you left. 

She wouldn't leave you alone crying though, as mad as she was at you she wasn't heartless and she still cared for you a lot. She picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room, your face still buried in her shirt and you hiccuped in between your sobs. She laid you down slowly and as soon as her back hit the bed you snuggled up against her and soon enough you fell asleep. When your members came back to the dorm they awwed at the sight of you two snuggled up together and took pictures of it not knowing about the fight that transpired leading up to it. 

The next morning when you awoke she was gone, all she left behind was a small note saying to text her when you weren't as selfish and didn't think you could dictate her relationships. You silently sobbed as you read the note knowing you couldn't cry too loud or else your members would hear and they would worry for you.

You didn't want anyone to see Yunjin in a bad light, especially not your members. That morning Yunjin’s phone was blown up with messages from you telling her how sorry you were and that you would never ‘dictate’ her relationships again, and begging her to respond(she didn't). 

I know my friends they give me bad advice, like move on get you out my mind, but don't you think i haven't even tried you got me cornered and my hands are tied

It had been a whole two weeks since Yunjin had unofficially ended things with you, you hadnt left bed other than to go to mina’s dorm and lay in her bed. The only thing that kept you going was the thought that she hadn’t fully ended things. 

“Dude, just stop thinking of her, it's that simple. If you don't think of her you won't remember what happened and you won't be depressed. Also when will you tell your members about the break up?” Mina said from right next to you as you were both lying in her bed. 

“Ughhh it's really not as easy as you say, you've been there since we started dating. Of all people you should get that, and it's not like I wanna be hung up on her, and it’s not an official break up, just a break. Shes doing this for the stupidest fucking reason too, Like maybe if it was something serious but this!? This is literal bullshit.” you said your arms flailing around trying to get your disbelief at this whole situation out. 

“Babe you and I both know you definitely don't wanna get over her with those daily messages and I think I know the reason you haven't told your members. I just wanna hear you say it so you can hear for yourself how badly you still want her.”

“Okay, maybe I don't wanna get over her, but is that so unexpected? We've been together for years. I love her more than anyone, and yes i haven't told the members because if she does accept my apologies and does take me back then i don't want them to see her in a bad light. I don't wanna give them a reason to dislike her because I know they'll hold it against her by seeing how badly the ‘breakup’ affected me.” you replied looking down at the fingers you were fiddling with.

Even mina didn't know the full truth, she obviously knew most of it but not all of it, always the one to protect Yunjin you were. She obviously knew about how bad Yunjin’s anger issues were, that was common knowledge. You had told her about the fight but left out the parts that you could've said to counter Yunjins statement. 

She didn't think either of you were wrong, although she obviously favored you as you were her best friend. She wanted to hate Yunjin for doing this to you and making you so sad but she couldn't. Not with knowing how much the girl loved you. She knew this would pass, no way you two could stay away from each other.

You got me so addicted to the drama i tell myself i'm done with wicked games but then i get so numb with all the laughter that i forget about the pain

Minas' predictions turned out to be true, the next day Yunjin messaged you back. You were ecstatic, she had asked to meet up with you to talk and you obviously agreed. 

“I'm so sorry Jen, I was really wrong and I don't think I can bear to lose you. You're the love of my life, the only person I'll ever love, please take me back.” you said all in one breath looking at her intently.

“Nono, I'm sorry,I was such a dick. I promise you I'll never do ‘this’ again or even hurt you again. This break made me realize how much I needed you and how much I can't live without you. I love you so much, so please, will you take me back?” she asked with uncertainty as she stared at you, you felt the same way you felt back in her room all those years ago when she confessed to you, and she looked the same. 

Your reply was obviously a yes, a big yes. You jumped on her and squeezed her as tight as you could while crying. You were so happy, this was WAY more than what you expected, she had actually reflected on her actions and apologized. You were over the moon.

And I guess you’ll never know  all the bullshit that you put me through and i guess you'll never know, no

Breaking news: LE SSERAFIM’s Huh Yunjin seen out with aespas Ningning! Both of them getting a little closer than usual friends, if the angles were better god knows what we’d have seen.

What. The. Fuck. Those were your only thoughts as you read through the article then saw the pictures below. You couldn’t tell because of the angle but it definitely looked like they were kissing. You didn’t know how to feel, your members burst into your room looking at you worriedly. By the look on your face they could tell you had seen the news. 

Everything was hazy, you just asked Haewon to drive you to Minas place and she obliged seeing the state you were in. You were completely silent the whole way there, the whole car was silent except the faint sound from the outside of the car. It was like you had turned off your emotions, but as soon as you saw Mina waiting there on the sidewalk for you you burst out into tears

Mina knew you’d come to her after reading the news of what happened and so she sat there waiting at the gate of her apartment building. As soon as you stepped out of the car she saw that you burst into tears. She ran up and to your side to hug you and lead you into her apartment.

You knew that many other people lived in this building and that they could all see you sobbing into Mina’s shirt but you didn’t let that phase you. Other opinions on you were the last thing on your mind. 

“I’m going to beat the fucking shit outta her.” Those were the first words to leave Mina's mouth once you entered her flat. 

She was pacing around the room, her hands running through her hair, you didn't think you'd ever seen her more mad. Mina was always the calm one, the one who never let anything get to her. This time Mina was livid, she was so done with Yunjin pulling this type of stupid shit and you forgiving her,

You wanted to say something, scream even, but you couldn’t get any words out of your mouth. Whenever you started crying really hard, the sobs would always be followed up with hiccups and because of this you couldn’t seem to speak. 

“I…” you felt so frustrated, you wanted to speak, tell her how mad you were but you couldn't seem to get it out.

Seeing this Mina sat down next to you, her anger seeming to dissolve at the sight of you, she wrapped her arms around you and didnt say anything. She just sat there with you, Mina had known you since you were in 8th grade, she knew how to calm you down. 

After a while of crying you calmed down a bit. The small things Mina had been whispering to you had helped a lot and you finally felt like you could speak.

“I-I can't believe she would do this, I can't believe she would throw everything away like this— am I not good enough? Where did I go wrong?” you sobbed out into Minas shirt.

Minas heart broke seeing your state of distress, she had never been more mad. She wanted to kill Yunjin at that very moment, you deserved so much better than that cheating bitch. She wanted desperately to say this to you but she knew it wouldn't do you any good so she kept these feelings to herself.  

NMIXX’s l/n y/n seen crying at TWICE’s Mina’s apartment building with Mina comforting her just 20 minutes after Huh Yunjin was seen with Ningning. Could there be a connection between these two idols? We’re aware of Yunjin and y/n’s friendship but could it be something more?

Comments:

Anonymous: omg i was there when y/n arrived at the building, mina ran to her side and guided her all the way up. Poor y/n she's so lucky to have a good friend like mina but istg if huh yunjin had anything to do with this ill hunt her down. 

Anonymous: this is what ive been saying!!! y/n and yunjin are wayyy too close to be normal friends. Huh yunjin sucks ass, she cheated on my girl y/n and god knows what else shes done. 

Anonymous: y/n come be with me, id never cheat on you or put you through what yunjin does. God knows how yunjin even pulled y/n, y/n is like an angel and to cheat on her is actually insane. Who in their right mind would cheat on THE l/n y/n!

Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was the only word going through Yunjins mind, how could she have been so careless and gotten caught? As she read the comments on the article she felt even worse than before, y/n gave her everything she needed. Why did she have to be so dumb? Why had she gone out and ruined everything? 

As soon as Yunjin arrived at her dorm she mentally prepared herself for what her members were gonna say. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door and entered. She found all of her members sitting on the couch in her living room in silence as she walked in and headed towards them. Kazuha had to be physically restrained by Chaewon so as to not hurt Yunjin right then and there. She was the closest out of the members to you and she wanted nothing more than to deck Yunjin in the face. 

“Why, why would you do that to her? She's literally the girlfriend ANYONE would kill for, she's perfect, she could easily bag anyone in this industry yet she chose you. Why would you do this to her?” Chaewon asked Yunjin in a calm tone which surprised Yunjin, she looked like she'd explode any minute. Her face was red and Yunjin could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

“I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I did it, I wish I didn't. I really wish I could take it back.” Yunjin said, her hand running through her hair as she stood in front of everyone.

“You only wish you could take it back because you were caught, if this wasn't released i bet you wouldn't regret it, hell I bet you’d do it again.” Kazuha said and Yunjin could hear the anger seeping into her voice. 

Yunjin couldn't say anything to retort that because she honestly didn't know if she would. she wanted to say she wouldn't that she regretted it because she loved you but was that really the truth?

(yeah) so you can cut me up and kiss me harder you can be the pill to ease the pain 'cause i know i'm addicted your drama baby here we go again

“Baby please, just listen to me, please just give me a chance to explain.” Yunjin begged as she stood at Mina's door, Mina had made the mistake of opening it not knowing who was at the door and now Yunjin wouldn't leave. 

“Get the fuck out.” Mina said through gritted teeth, she had balled her fists up, and was trying her best not to hit Yunjin. She swore if she didn't leave in the next 5 minutes she wouldn't hold back anymore, for the sake of you though, she endured 5 minutes.

“Please just let me talk to her.” Yunjin begged as she tried to look over Mina's shoulders to get a look at you but Mina had completely blocked any views inside. 

“I swear to god if you don't leave right now…'' Mina said, again trying to get Yunjin to leave but for obvious reasons Yunjin hadn't given up and Mina had counted 5 minutes. 

Mina had never been a violent person, nor someone to get angry easily but Yunjin was really getting on her nerves and her not leaving pissed her off even more. The next action Mina took came as a big surprise to Yunjin because she would have expected this from anyone but mina. Mina had decked Yunjin square in the face. 

Mina had not held back AT ALL on this punch as it sent Yunjin to the ground with a bleeding nose and a cut on her lip caused by Mina’s ring. She held her face in her hands as she looked at Mina dumbfounded. She got up but she didn't attempt to hit Mina in return. She knew this was of her own doing and Mina was not to blame for being a good friend. 

Hearing a loud thump on the ground, you ran out of Mina's room and to the door to see Yunjin with blood dripping from her mouth and nose. You held your hand over your mouth in a gasp as you looked at Mina. She simply shrugged and said ‘she had it coming’ you brushed past Mina and out the door to Yunjin.

“Mina I'm gonna go with her now, if she's this determined to talk to me then I guess i have to talk to her. You kissed Mina on the cheek and hugged her as you whispered ‘i'll be fine’ in her ear. This didn't help calm down Mina's worries though. 

“Anything happens you call me, alright?” you nodded in response to this as you left with Yunjin letting her wrap her arm around your waist.(only because she was hurt right?)

As you two reached the ground level of the building you realized that you two would most likely be seen by paparazzi. They would see her bloodied face, as you were gonna start worrying about that you felt Yunjin come to a stop, you were in front of her car.

“I'm driving.” you said with no room for arguing, hearing your tone she simply handed you the car keys as she got in the passenger's seat. 

The car ride to her dorm was relatively silent, you figured you were gonna go there, seeing as if you were to take her to your dorm she’d definitely leave with a couple of broken bones. Yunjin was on her phone to text into the le sserafim group chat to tell them to leave because she was bringing you there. 

While waiting in the elevator to reach the floor in which her dorm resided you were scrolling on your phone and you saw your earlier suspicions confirmed. There was an article written on how Yunjin had left your dorm with blood on her face and holding you. You almost laughed at how fast they were to write these articles. 

You still couldn't believe this was happening, everything was happening so fast you almost didn't process it, this felt like a dream. A really really bad dream, you even pinched yourself in case this was a dream. If this was a dream it would definitely be the worst one you've had. 

When you two entered her dorm it was completely empty, she led you to her room and motioned you to sit down next to her on her bed. As much as you hated her at this moment you didn't want to leave her with blood on her face as you talked to her so without saying anything you went to enter the bathroom that was connected to her room. 

You practically lived here, even having a toothbrush left here so you knew where everything was. You looked in the drawer that had all the first aid stuff and pulled out the first aid kit. You sat down facing her on the bed and she turned her body to face you too. You took her face in your hand as you picked up an alcohol pad and gently wiped the blood off of her cut lip. 

Usually this would hurt but even when you were kids, Yunjin never made a big deal when she was hurt. She was always strong, especially when it came to getting hurt. As a kid you admired her for this, you always thought she was really cool for keeping a smile on her face when the teachers would put alcohol on her injuries. 

You would always call her your strong girl, she loved that nickname and you loved her. But would she even be your girl anymore? The thought that she wouldn't be made you want to lock yourself in a room and never leave. She was the only person you would ever love. if it wasn't her you wouldn't love anyone else, you only wanted her. But did she even want you?

You didn't notice when you started crying, you only realized it when you felt her soft hand caress your face. She slowly wiped your tears and when you realized you were crying you started crying even harder. 

“Why? Why did you have to like someone else? Where did i go wrong, i only ever loved you and i'll only ever love you. Please don't leave me, you're all I have, I swear I'll be a better girlfriend. I swear I'll make you love me more.” you begged in between sobs, you told yourself you wouldn't go back, you couldn't.

But you couldn't help it, you would always go back to her.

[btrflypov]

[♡] “i don’t kiss and tell”

“he’s just so annoying you know? it’s like he wants me one day and the other he acts like i don’t exist” you were rambling for what it seemed hours. repeating the same thing over and over again. “yeah he’s an ass” sandy replied sarcastically, at this point tired of your nonsense. “you know it would be so much better if you just told me who on the team you’re talking about”. truth is nobody knew about you and shohei. not because you didn’t want to but it was decided by him it was best to keep it secret for awhile.

“my guess is mickey!” patrick kept on spitting out names, never once mentioning the one on your mind. it was obvious no one ever expected you, mike trout’s little sister, to be messing around with the best player on the team. mike and shohei shared a very special teammate bond. your so-called “relationship” becoming public would only mean bad talk for them both. “sandy just focus on your pitching, let me do the talking in peace”. it was sunday afternoon, an off day for the halos, and since sandoval was starting tomorrow he asked if you could come and keep him company while he practiced throwing on the bullpen, something he regretted as soon as you opened your mouth to talk about boy drama.

after running your mouth for many more minutes you decided to leave the bullpen, letting sandy have some time to himself, walking through the field heading towards the dugout you decided to check your phone, in hopes that shohei remembered the plans you both made for the night. you were hoping to see a sign from him but you sighed as his name was nowhere to be seen in your recent messages, leaving you with little to no hope for the night. “like i said, he acts like i don’t exist” you whispered to yourself as you walked through the dugout and into the clubhouse.

you heard him before you could even see him. of course shohei was on the stadium on an off day, he just had to be. as you walked inside the locker room, ippei saw you first, “look who it is” he stated and shohei immediately locked his gaze with yours not saying a word. “hey guys what a coincidence, never in a million years would i’ve thought to find you here” the satire in your voice being obvious. “what are you doing here?” he finally got a word out. “i’m with sandy, he’s practicing in the bullpen” you replied coldly not letting his attitude get to you. ippei sensed the tension and decided to get a head start towards the pen, wanting to escape the drama.

“stop acting like that” shohei spoke again. you didn't understand him sometimes. his attitude and your non-helping doubts were getting in your head more than you wished they would lately. “like what? acting like what?” you raised your voice with no change in your tone. you were tired and he knew. “bebe please” his tone dropped becoming softer. you couldn’t resist him, it was impossible, even if you tried. his touch, his smell, his voice, everything was engraved in you. you loved him.

before you could get a word out he started to move closer to you, leaving no space between your bodies. his lips crashed into yours. you melted under his touch and he knew that. as your hands reached for the back of his neck he gripped your hips pulling you impossibly closer. "baby" he whimpered as you softly tugged his messy hair. keeping your lips locked you hummed in response. before your hands reached for his loosed belt and just as things were about to get heated sandy ran into the locker room “hey sho, ippei told me you were here-”. you and shohei instantly pulled away from one another at the sound of his voice, not wanting to give sandoval a show.

patrick found you both blushed and breathless.

“oh yeah hey sandy, see you out there” shohei quickly replied as he walked out of the locker room clearly wanting to avoid any awkward conversation between the three. sandy was left with the biggest smirk on his face watching you closely not even paying attention to shohei or what he said.

“ohtani, huh, it was him all along” sandoval stated between laughs.

“shut up patrick i have no idea what you’re talking about”

“don’t try to fool me, look at you, it looks like you just ran a marathon” his laughs making it harder for him to even sit up straight.

“sandy, i don’t kiss and tell” you said smiling and walking towards the exit door, leaving the man with the most mischievous smile on his face. after today, you knew you and shohei would never hear the end of it. you couldn't care less.

[yoyomomiko]

How about a Wendy Testaburger fic where (Fem Reader) has a crush on her but was too scared to tell her. Looks like Bebe has to help reader out again lol

Matchmaker

Pairing: Wendy x F!Reader

Summary: Bebe helps you confess to Wendy!

Warnings: None!!

(A/N): Thank you sm for the ask/request, this is the first time i do this and i'm sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations, but i tried! i hope you like it!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

Wendy Testaburger was the smartest girl you knew. And no, it wasn't because everybody that surrounded you was a dumbass, but because she was top tier intelligent.

You started admiring her hard work, and maybe even her beauty...

Every single time there was a class project, you tried your best to partner up with her, and always asked to do the work at her house. And the times when you didn't manage to be her partner, you'd always view her project with attention, sneakily taking glances at her.

Whenever you'd see Stan with her, you felt a little burn in your heart, also emptiness in your stomach. It just felt wrong... Was it jealousy? It was.

It took you some time to realize you had a massive crush on her, always trying to catch a glimpse of her from across the classroom, or at lunch, when you ate with her and the girls at the same table.

Your heart would flutter everytime Wendy would teach you stuff. And oh, did you go crazy when Wendy would fight Cartman...

“Hi girl!”

“No, that goes here. But you're good at this!”

“Great job!”

“Cartman, go pick on someone else, she is off limits!”

“You're such an amazing friend!”

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The school bell rang, signaling lunch break. The hallway flooded with students, as you made your way to the cafateria.

You sat alone at the table. You wear contemplating when and how you were going to confess to Wendy, your best friend and crush for what seemed like forever.

Somebody plopped down next to you, their lunch tray slamming on the table. You slowly traced your eyes up to the person's face, only to see the gosspi queen herself, Bebe.

“Spill the tea.” She leaned close to you, blonde hair bouncing at the sudden movement.

“I don't understand?”

“Don't act like you don't know what i'm talking about. I see the way you look at Wendy, and that is most definetly NOT in a friendly way.” She stated, making your eyebrows raise slightly. Was your crush on Wendy THAT obvious?

“Fine... Yes, yes i like her.” You admited nervously, cheeks flushed a crimson red.

“I knew it! When are you gonna confess?” She asked eagerly, waiting for your response.

“Probably never... I mean, i'm not sure! What if she doesn't like me back, and then she thinks i'm weird or something, and stops being friends with me?!” You covered your face, panicking a bit.

“That won't happen, i'm sure of it.” Bebe reassured you as she patted your back, comforting you. “Listen, you can't bottle up your emotions, you should definetly tell her how you feel!”

“I'd rather die...”

Bebe stared at your face, trying to figure out what emotions you were showing. She shook her head and got up, walking to Wendy's table.

'SHE BETTER NOT' is what you kept repeating in your mind.

You saw Bebe lean over on Wendy's shoulder, then whisper something in her ear. Wendy then glanced at you and smiled slightly, her cheeks tinted a light pink, barely noticable.

She then turned around, and Bebe approached you with a confident smirk. Bebe sat back down next to you, eating her lunch.

“What did you tell her?!” You whisper yelled in panic, making Bebe eye you.

“Relax, i didn't tell her anything. I asked her a question, that's it.”

“Well what did you ask...?” You fidgeted with your fingers under the table, heart pumping a bit too fast.

“I can't tell you. If you wanna find out, ask her to meet up with you after school, at the playground!” Bebe just gave you a smile, while you nodded along.

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All you could think about was how you were gonna ask Wendy such a thing. Would you also confess your feelings that you've kept hidden all this time? You couldn't even focus in class.

Anxiety rushed through your veins as soon as you heard the bell ring, indicating the end of another day at South Park Elementary.

You got up quickly to pack your things before Wendy walked out of the classroom. You glanced around the room, trying to find Wendy. You ended up catching a glimpse of Bebe's grin, making you blush.

The class cleared up as you went up to Wendy.

“Hi girl!” Wendy greeted you.

“Hi, uh, Wendy, can we meet at the playground, before we go home?”

“Sure!” She smiled at you, while you nervously smiled back, mind going crazy.

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You waited and waited, what if she didn't come?

After some time, Wendy finally arrived, wandering over to you.

“What's up? Is somthing wrong?” She asked, looking a bit concerned at the way your face was redder than a tomato.

“I'm fine! I... Wanted to ask you something...”

You haven't thought about this, how should you even form the question?!

“Okay, i know this will sound a little weird, but... What did Bebe ask you? It's not that i really want to know- It's jus that...”

Wendy's cheeks heated up, eyes widening slightly. Your lips felt dry, as you noticed her zone out.

“Bebe... Asked me how i feel about you...” Wendy admited, gaze fixated on you and you only.

“Oh... And what did you say?”

Wendy took a deep breath, searching an answer at the back of her mind, so she doesn't slip out the truth.

“I told her that... You're a cool person. And that you're fun to be around with, and you're really funny, and i think i-”

“Wendy...” You tried catching her attention, wich worked. She quickly snapped her eyes to you, observing your blushing face.

You can do this, just how Bebe told you to...

“Wendy, i think you're the smartest girl i've ever met. You're really sweet and all... But that's not the only thing i admire about you. You're... Well... I like you!” You finally confessed. You felt like running away, hoping that the ground could open up and swallow you whole.

You covered your face in embarassment, blushing harder than ever.

“Sorry i-”

“I like you too.”

You couldn't believe your ears. You peeked slightly from the gap of your fingers, eyes widening.

“You... You do?”

“Of course i do! You're... Possibly the best girl ever, you're a cool best friend, and i truly like you!”

She blushed as well, before you took your hands off of your face completely.

You leaned over to her, eyes scanning her. Her own eyes examined you as well.

“Can... Can i kiss you...?” You asked, and Wendy nodded.

Before you could lean in fully, Wendy pulled you into her and gave you a short and quick kiss.

Even if it didn't last long, it felt amazing.

“So... Are we a thing now?” You asked Wendy, and she nodded her head.

“I say we are. Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Yes! Yes, i do. Do you...?”

“Of course!”

She suddenly kissed your cheek again, and you both started laughing slightly.

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(BONUS):

“Matchmaker is my middle name.”

Bebe stared at the two of you from behind a wall with a proud look, as she then turned around.

“Let's see who's next...”

She pondered quietly to herself looking at the sheet of paper, a list to all the other love birds around the school.

[oxygenbefore1775]

Helping You Carry The Weight

characters included: annie, bertholdt, colt, falco, gabi, pieck, porco, reiner, zeke

cw: gn!reader; canonverse; cadet! annie, bertholdt and reiner; reader is in a strictly friendly relationship with underaged characters (i.e. annie, bertholdt, colt, falco, gabi and reiner); reader is in a relationship with pieck, porco and zeke (separate); reader is weak? (hence the helping); hatred towards Eldians is heavily implied

wc: roughly 0,4k-0,5k pro character

summary: just warriors and candidates helping (or not) reader to carry random heavy objects

a/n: the idea is painfully random - but finally i get to write about all of my favourite bebes

Annie

will help you but only if you're convincing and generous enough

The day you were put on the kitchen duty was the day you wanted to desert the Cadet Corps. Even though your ordeal was supposed to last just one week but still, it was the whole week of scrubbing pots, mopping in the kitchen and canteen and serving food to the others — all without being excused from your usual Cadet duties. Your most dreaded task, however, was carrying the crates of goods from the warehouse all the way to the kitchen. Given how often and how much you had to strain yourself, your body was almost always sore after a day of hard work. A stark contrast to your duty partner, Annie. Always stoic, never complaining — as if the tasks posed no challenge to her.

"Annie," you breathed out heavily, wiping off the sweat from your forehead, "Please, can you carry this crate for me?"

She looked back at you, almost surprised that you'd decided to break the silence between your two.

"I've already carried mine, this one's yours," she said relentlessly, facing back away from you, "Today's our last day on the duty and that's your last crate to carry"

"I know but," you spread out your arms and presented Annie with your palms, limp and trembling from over-exhaustion, "But the last one's gonna break my back for sure!"

"It's—," Annie stuttered, unsure of how to put it nicely and in the most effective way, "We're already being late to the training. Just get this over with"

As your last resort, you reached with your hand into your pocket, fishing out a small tin box. With its contents making a muffled clacking, the box managed to capture Annie's interest.

"Pretty please," you repeated, lifting the tin lid to reveal sugar-dusted lollies resting on the parchment paper, "I bought them the last time I sneaked out from the training grounds," you shuffled the box a bit, the sweet scent wafted into the hot air, "I can give you one, if you'll agree to help"

By the way Annie's eyes glistened you knew that she was interested. Taking confident steps in your direction, Annie reached into the tin to retrieve two sugary pearls and popped one into her mouth. Your jaw dropped at Annie's impudence — after all, the lollies costed you a pretty penny and you did not intend to share more than you had to. But you couldn't help but to smirk in satisfaction when you saw Annie picking up your crate and heading off towards the kitchen.

"Two of these now," Annie stated in an unyielding tone as soon as you caught up to her trot, "And two after we will be done with all of this"

You only nodded in agreement knowing all to well that Annie always manages to get her way.

Bertholdt

will notice your struggle but won't act on it out of timidness

As part of the training program all the Cadets had to pass an endurance test. You were confident (maybe too confindent) in your abilities. You were a runner, alright. What was covering a couple of miles to you if not a leisure activity?

That is, until you learned that you were required to wear the full equipment, ODM gear and all, throughout the duration of the run. Moreover, the day that the test was supposed to take place just "happened" to be one of the rainiest days of the year. Each of those factors separately would have been fine but the combination of all of them proved to be detrimental to your body.

Bertholdt noticed your struggle as soon as your hooded figure came into his field of vision. Your rucksack, heavy and soaked with rain water, obstructed your gait, its weight threatening to topple you on your back at any moment. Bertholdt's innate kindness urged him to approach you.

"Hey, are you alright?" he had to raise his voice for you to hear him over the sound of the downpour.

Out of breath and unable to speak, you violently shake your head no. There was no other answer, was there? Especially with the elements robbing you of any tact and implicitness with your reply. The creases at the corners of his mouth deepened.

"Is your bag too heavy for you?" a painfully obvious question, given your state, but you were still patient enough (or too exhausted to voice your discontent) to nod.

Surely Bertholdt could help you out — he didn't mind carrying the extra weight and there was no instructor near-by to catch both of you cheating. But at the same time he inadvertently remembered you boasting about your abilities to the other Cadets before the test start. By lending you a hand, Bertholdt would definitely hurt your pride and undermine your image of a capable soldier in the eyes your comrades. He didn't want to be the target for your potential anger. Bertholdt spent a few moments studying your movements — it's not like you could die from over-exhaustion, the route was tiring but not to that extent.

"Well, just hang in there!" Bertholdt spurted out in an overly excited tone which made your heart drop from desperation, "According to my estimation, we should get to the end in half an hour, give or take"

Having said that non-exciting piece of news, Bertholdt started running faster, flustered and determined to get away from your field of vision.

Colt

will be clueless about you struggling and won't help until you ask

The Marleyan army has not been merciful to you lately — constantly sending your squadron for additional military training, deeming your skills inadequate. The days you spent honing your marching, shooting and building formations blurred into one endless strain as you over-worked your muscles.

However Colt, your long-time comrade with whom you'd entered into the Candidate selection process that he'd passed and you consequently hadn't, was freed from those activities. According to the higher-ups in the military, the one who's about to inherit the Beast does not require to familiarize himself with trivial things a regular soldier must know.

It wasn't like you particularly envied his position of the Warrior Candidate — you'd rather spend your day in the outdoors with your back bent over than in a stuffy room full listening to the berations of Marleyan officials

"Oh, hi!" Colt greeted you after noticing your figure, "How's your day been so far?"

You turned to look at him, face all sweaty and the eyes half-lidded in a tired expression. But you still smiled at him and two of you shook hands as you approached each other.

"A day of toil and sweat as per usual for a soldier like me," you replied with a trained benevolence to your tone, "We've been tasked to build a fort, a courtesy of some bored Marleyan official. Guess they just want to see us at work, doesn't matter how pointless it is"

Colt nodded with knowledge of the matter.

"I see... And what's your task specifically?"

You pointed at the stack of wood boards the military men have provided you with — you were supposed to carry them from the drop point to the improvised construction sight.

Colt gave you another nod. Meanwhile you picked up yet another wood board, its weight nearly squishing your exhausted body to the ground.

"Anyway," you huffed from the strain, wincing noticeably, "What are your plans for today?"

There was a glint of a hope painting your features as you heard his reply.

"They're pretty much non-existent, the meeting's over and I have nothing to do in the next couple of hours"

"Is that so?" you heavily laced your tone in an insinuation, hoping your words would not fall on deaf ears.

Much to your irritation, Colt only curtly nodded and watched absent-mindedly as you struggled to carry the wood board over to the marked place.

"What do you think I should do with my time?" the question sounded so innocent that you started to suspect that he was willingly ignoring the most obvious hint in your words.

"I don't know, maybe help me?" you pointed at the wood board you were struggling to lift off the ground.

Colt's face brightened as soon as the words slipped past your lips.

"Oh, right!" he smiled adorably at you "Why didn't you tell me so earlier?"

Falco

will help but be very unhelpful about it

"I can help!" you heard Falco's worried but at the same time excited voice behind your back.

Soon Falco caught up to you, face flushed and the jacket of his Candidate uniform unbuttoned. After a few moments of adjusting his gait to slow walking and catching his breath, Falco stretched out his arms, ready to accept your burden into his hands.

You looked at him with a hint of doubt. Despite your strain, you weren't all that willing to comply. After all — the books you were carrying did not belong to you and were yet to be returned to their rightful owner in pristine state.

"Falco," you looked down at him from the corner of your eye since the pile of books stacked on top of each other in your arms was obstructing your view, "That's very kind of you but I don't think that you can carry it all"

With a quiet huff Falco parted his lips for another argument in his favor. You felt your heart melting in your chest as his eyes sparkled with determination to get things his way — the kid was too sweet for his own good.

"But I know I can," Falco stated firmly, "I'm a Warrior Candidate. And those books are clearly heavy for you. Give me at least half of them"

You sighed, admitting your defeat.

"Half it is," with a curt nod you gave Falco a permission to pick up some of the books from top of the pile, "Since you asked so nicely"

Falco started walking alongside you, a stack of heavy volumes in a cradle of his arms — he'd probably just been released from his training. Surely an exhausting one, as it always gets for the Candidates, but he still offered his help.

"Say," you spoke in a bright voice, "How was your training today?"

Falco's shoulders slumped a bit. Your question certainly hit a raw nerve.

"Usual," he answered calmly, nonetheless, "I got another beating"

"Gabi sure roughed you up yet again, eh?"

Before Falco had the chance to reply, you noticed him stumbling over a loose cobble in the pavement. Your hands holding the books, you couldn't break his fall and the next thing you saw was the volumes plopping down on the sidewalk with Falco shortly following suit.

"Falco!" your tone was ringing with concern, "Are you alright?"

You soon saw that he was — standing up right away, not a trace of scratches on his skin. So your attention shifted to the pile of books scattered across the pavement. It didn't help that it'd rained recently and the cobblestone was still wet.

"The books—" you couldn't do anything but to watch Falco swiftly gather the volumes back into his arms.

As you scanned each book for any damage, you noticed the mixture of road dust and rain moisture covering the edges — you instinctively tutted. It would for sure take you hours to return soaked pages to their pristine whiteness.

"I'm—I'm sorry," Falco repeated over and over.

"It's fine, really," the corners of your mouth curled in a forced smile.

You continued walking alongside each other. Falco, a bit unnerved from the fall, and you, a paragon of self-composure as you made a mental note to yourself not to ask Falco for help the next time you had to carry something valuable.

Gabi

stubborn at first, will agree to help with enough persuasion

"Say what?" Gabi exclaimed, hands up in the air in frustration, "I'm half your size but you still want me to carry this?"

Her finger pointed at a large package in your hands.

You've known Gabi ever since she entered the military program and eventually became a Warrior Candidate. A promising warrior and a younger cousin to the vice-captain Braun — Gabi quickly became a known figure in the internment zone and managed to gain everyone's fondness, including yours. Given her amiability, you thought there was no way for Gabi to gain even more popularity, until her act of bravery during the Battle of Fort Slava became the talk of the town.

You gave Gabi an amused look.

"I've already carried it all the way here, and your house is just around the corner" you tried to negotiate, a shadow of indulgence to your voice, "And my hands have grown quite tired during our walk" you added, intending on keeping your strongest argument for last, "And it's your gift at the end of the day"

Gabi scrunched her nose in an overly theatric way — she couldn't refute the truthness to your words.

As if the wide acclaim from both Marleyan commanders and Eldians wasn't enough for her, you've decided to get more material with your token of gratitide — fascination, even — to Gabi. It took some time and preparation on your side to finally manage to get your hands on a package of candies. Sweets have always been a rare commodity to come by in the internment zone, especially the ones that you got for Gabi as a gift. Her life as a Warrior Candidate was hard enough so you wanted to spoil her a bit.

"What a pity," a sly smirk crept up on your face as you sighed in a feigned disappointment, "Reiner would for sure help me had I asked him. Maybe I should give your present to him instead"

The moment the words left your mouth you felt a tug on the package in your hands as Gabi attempted to grasp it.

"I'll take it!" she relented with vigor, unsurprisingly for you.

You huffed at her but nonetheless loosened the grip on the package, letting Gabi take it from you. A few moments passed in silence as both of you were walking down the street and getting closer to the Brauns house — a stern expression on Gabi's face, potentially of strain and regret from her sudden change of heart.

"Uhm—," Gabi's voice turned soft with concern and she looked up at you, "Will I like this gift of yours?"

Smiling down at the girl, you patted her shoulder.

"Yes, Gabi, you will. After all of your work you've done for our sake, you deserved it"

Pieck

will talk her way out of this

Pieck's Warrior duties have been keeping her away from you for far too long — if she wasn't waging wars far away in other countries, then she was surely spending her off-duty days in the HQ. Riddled with longing, you firmly decided to move in with Pieck and announced your idea to her as soon as she arrived at Liberio from war. Your proposition was accepted rather quickly and with excitement. With the end of Pieck's term drawing near, you wanted to spend as much time together as possible.

All of the arrangements settled, the only thing left to do was to move the furniture into your new shared accommodation.

"Uhm Pieck?" you huffed loudly under the weight of the piece of furniture you were dragging into the room "A little help maybe?"

You were met with the gaze of Pieck's eyes — half-lidded and a familiar misty haze covering her grey irides. All the time you were moving in the furniture, she was sprawled out on the bed and watched you with a tired expression. Prolonged military actions always took a toll on her body as she was made to keep her Titan form for months at a time.

Your finger briefly pointed at the dresser you were trying to carry across the threshold. For a moment her brows knitted together as she looked you up and down as if assessing your state.

"Just this little moment, love" you began softly, almost in a pleading tone "Could you please lend me a hand? The damned dresser won't budge"

Pieck sat up in the bed and sent an endearing smile your way.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my love," she sighed as she held a palm against her mouth as if feeling guilty for what she was about to say, "I don't think that I can help you now"

Seeing your arched brow, Pieck was quick with her explanation.

"See, I've spent a couple of months being the Cart, my legs are still too weak to carry even my own weight, not to mention the dresser"

You followed her gaze and saw a pair of crutches leaned against the bedframe. The tips of your ears started to tingle with embarassment as you were reminded of Pieck's fragile state.

"So yeah," Pieck shrugged, squinting at you with kindness, "I wouldn't be able to help you"

Silent, you gave Pieck a curt nod — it's awkward how often you would forget about this condition of hers despite the longevity of your relationship. At this point you abandoned your attempts of dragging the dresser into the room completely and approached the bed to sit down besides Pieck.

"But I'm sure you'd be able to do it all on your own," you felt a pad on the shoulder, "Just have some rest and gather your strength, my love"

Porco

will want you to ask him to help you

Your recent days have been marked with elation. Why wouldn't they when your partner has returned home from waging wars? As evident as your joy was at finally seeing Porco and having him in your arms again, you still wanted to show him just how much you were happy about his return. With your limited options, you have settled on welcome-home dinner.

You wanted to keep it secret but there was virtually no way for it — homesick Porco wanted to be near you all of the time, only letting go off you when you had to go to work. So at some point you had to let him in on your plans, much to his content.

The meals you had in mind required some shopping at the market and, given that you couldn't peel Porco off of you, you suggested you visit the market place together. Still, you insisted on carrying all of the bags yourself. If it was supposed to be a surprise for Porco (although already spoiled one), you had to be the only one doing things.

"Do you need help with this?" Porco asked you, pointing at the heap of bags in the cradle of your arms.

"No, thank you," you replied cheerily, feigning ignorance about the weight of your purchases.

Porco turned around and started walking in front of you facing you, his back in the direction of his movement.

"Are you sure?" his tone grew more insinuating, eyes looking at you lovingly, "Surely, if you asked me, i would help you right away"

Playfully, you tried to ignore him but the way he gazed at you was too exciting.

"Yes, I am sure," you persisted and added, "Why do you want me to ask for your help? You don't need a permission to help people"

"Well," his lips curled into a smirk, "I just like it when you beg"

Swallowing loudly, you kept looking forward and clenching your jaw in an attempt to withhold any words from slipping out past your pursed lips. His deliberate choice of words, let alone the look on his face, was screaming about just how much he'd missed you.

Soon, you felt your arms becoming tender from straining — there was still a long road ahead to your home. Tutting begrudgingly, you motioned at Porco to get some of the bags from you.

"I'm glad I could help," he said while moving back to your side.

"Yep, you sure are," you smiled at him.

"You know," Porco blurted out suddenly, too love-drunk for his own good, "If you asked me to carry a car for you or something, I'd do it. No questions asked. Would for sure tear all of my muscles trying but that's why I have regeneration"

"Alright," you laughed endearingly, "I appreciate the dedication but please don't hurt yourself for my sake. You're too precious"

Reiner

will offer his help right away even though you don't want it

In your recent trainings you have been using ODM gear more and more often. So it came as no surprise when all of the gas that's been stored on the camp site quickly ran out and the instructors had to request for more. The gas tanks were soon transported to the training ground where they had to be carried to the warehouse — with the help of the Cadets, of course.

You were either too eager to help or too stupid too realize the massive weight of the tanks — regardless, you volunteered to help, along with some the other Cadets.

Frankly, the weight and the distance weren't a problem — there was only a couple of steps between the carriage and the warehouse and the tanks didn't weigh more than the third of your weight. It was the material and the shape of them that posed a struggle. The tanks were cylindrical in shape and made of metal — there was no way you could hold them secure without them sliding out of your grip under the force of gravity.

So here you were — tottering towards the warehouse, slippery tank in the grip of your sweaty hands, just praying that it doesn't fall to the ground and cause you even more trouble. You stopped to catch your breath and adjust the placement of the tank that was obstructing your view.

Suddenly the tank grew lighter in your arms as you felt it being pushed up. You looked up and saw Reiner fetching your tank from you and with a large swing putting it on his shoulder.

"Hey!" you called him out after he bypassed you, "I'm alright, I can carry it"

"Don't seem alright to me," his smirk, although smug, was beaming with benevolence.

You huffed — it was evident you weren't but still. The sight of you, empty-handed, standing near Reiner holding two gas tanks in his arms was quite telling of your strength.

"Now you're saying I'm weak," you argued but didn't attempt to retrieve your tank.

The look he gave you was indulgent but managed to put you at ease at the same time. With a nod Reiner urged you to resume walking towards the warehouse.

"That's why I'm helping you," he relpied, smiling down at you softly, "We gotta help those who are weaker than us. That's what makes us good soldiers, right?"

"Well, not when you're helping other soldiers," you noted, already having accepted his aid, "It's a bad form"

A bright chuckle escaped his lips.

"Bad form or not, I just want to help you"

Zeke

will make you regret even asking him for help

You deemed it lucky that you were finally granted leave. A rare luxury for your occupation, you decided to spend them in the most pleasurable way possible — by being cooped up in your room, a beverage of your choice in one hand and a book in another. And not just one book. Dozens of them, all that you intended to read but never had time to. Unwilling to make multiple trips to a local library, you chose to take all of the books in one go. Luckily, Zeke just happened to have a day off that day and thus was robbed of any excuses to not help you. Well, it wasn't like he didn't want to help you anyways. You both shared your love for books and if his help meant that you would be reading books — he woud be your obedient servant for that.

After checking off all of the books, you both started slowly making your way towards your apartment — you, empty-handed, and Zeke, his stature almost buried under the heap of the books. You were almost starting to regret the amount of the volumes but that feeling quickly subsided when you saw that the weight was putting no strain at him.

"What— what are you doing?" you couldn't help but notice how Zeke was tilting his head in an odd manner.

"Trying to see the titles of the books you picked out," he replied in a slightly condescending tone that sent shivers down your spine.

A brief chuckle escaped you in an attempt to conceal how flustered you became because of his remark.

"And what can you see?" you asked him playfully.

He lifted his head and you were met with his clearly unamused look.

"This one book?" He pointed at the book in question, arching his brow, "Please, I thought you could do better"

"Hush," you retorted, "I like this one, it's my guilty pleasure"

Dissatisfied with your explanation, Zeke continued with a glint of benign taunt in his voice.

"And this science treatise?" Zeke pointed at yet another volume in his hands as you felt the tips of your ears burn, "The information there was already outdated and pseudo-scientific as hell"

You crossed your arms, looking Zeke up and down in a defeated silence.

"Well, I just thought I could give it another go," He smirked slightly at your response, "You know, I already regret imploring your help. Your witty remarks make me sound senseless"

"They're not witty," his reply was unusually soft, "I'm simply being candid. It's not your fault that Liberio's library doesn't have a great variety of books in the first place"

Put at ease by his words, you came closer to Zeke so that your shoulders would brush up against each other while walking.

"I just want the best for you," his lips curled into an innocent smile as he looked at you, "The next time you want to read, just come to my place. You'll have the best books at your disposal and my company, to boot"

[bebe-thewriter]

Heyyy y’all I am back with the “bare wit me” series and if I’m being totally honest I have no idea what direction I’m going on with😐 butttt the lovely @xxmaddienicolexx Asked me ever so politely to continue so it it my duty to comply without complaints, soooo enjoy chapter 4 or bare wit me- BeBe��🏾‍♀️

The rest of the day went by quickly, but the casting came slow. Yamir, and Mikasa continued to tell me I did well, as a way to comfort me.

“This shit is driving me nuts bro.” I said, with a slight tremor in my throat. I’m freaking out. I’ve been to many auditions, and a plethora of castings but this was different, this was what I wanted since i heard their first ever song in high school.

“(Y/N) calm down bae, you did amazing, we know it, you know it, he’ll even the band basically said your in! You just gotta trust it.” Mikasa said while softly messaging my back.

“She’s right, and along with that, we all peeped Connie eye fucking you soooooo.” Ymir says with a big smirk.

“Ymir stop! He was not….. was he.” I said. “Yes bitch, he was.” Now that calmed me down.

“Ughhh girl you have no idea what he dose to me. He’s so damn attractive, and not to mention fucking talented! Not only is he the producer of S.C.O.U.T.S but the drummer, andddddd the lead rapper! Ugh he is just so-“ but before I could finish I was cut off by ymir.

“Sexy, and dreamy,” “don’t forget he has the sex appeal of a god!!!!” She adds Imitating things I may have and may not have said. “Sthu y’all ain’t funny” I say giggling, they know me so well.

Before we can continue our conversation we see a group hurriedly jog past us. “THE CASTING IS OUT.” I hear someone yell excitedly.

“Oh I guess the casting is out.” I say in a nonchalant way, but then it hits me……….. “THE FUCKING CASTING IS OUT!!!” I repeat this time though with more emotion.

We hurriedly sprint to that tiny piece of paper strung up by tape and surrounded but a sea of bodies. As we walk through them I notice multiple reactions happening, sadness being the more popular one. Though envy was a recurring one as well, “who the hell are even half of these people a bunch of nobodies bro,” and, “well I’m clearly one of the best singers at this school so they just lost a valuable player!” And so on.

Finally we reach the paper and with a beating heart I read it……damn I’m at the top nvm.

(Y/N), Historia, Bobby, Natalie, Petra, Floch, Dj, Mavis, Missy, and Geneva. “We hope to see you all at rehearsals starting on Monday morning. Btdubs your excused from all classes cause like were more important byeeeee” after reading the poster on thing is for certain… Saha wrote this shit and two I’m at THE FUCKING TOP OF THE LIST.

Mikasa, Ymir, and I all start getting giddy with excitement but out of respect we remain silent. “Come on guys let us depart.” Mikasa says in a accent. “Ofc lady Mikasa, come sir Ymir we must go, it appears i must participate in the act of tinkleing” I say mimicking Mikasa. As soon as we get to the coed bathroom we celebrate. “See girl we knew you could do it you were top of that list.” Mikasa says. “Yeah she’s right, your even double lucky because now you get to hang with Mr. “damn mama you so fine” headass.” Ymir says.

“Guys stop! Connie would never say that and now that I’m IN THE COMPETITION our relationship will be professional.” I rant. “But damn I almost got distracted during my audition, he really is just sooo amazing.” I repeat for the thousands of times.

“Nah mama that’s all you.” Wait what. My head slowly turns to the low voice and my entire body stiffens. “Hey Connie.” I say nervously, “hey (Y/N)” he says smirk growing ever so wide.

I FUCKING FORGOT WE WERE IN COED BATHROOMS

last minute post sorry if it’s rushed and shit it’s because it is I’m not used to writing a story after a few weeks usually it takes years Lmaoooooo but yea hope y’all enjoyed ps my bad didn’t mean for it to be so short but it’s Ight

-BeBe out💃🏾

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The Beginning-A South Park AU x F.o.E AU Fanfic Chapter 1

Warnings: Cursing, use of “queer” derogitorially, Brit abuse

@jammyjams1910 @just-a-douglas-simp-existing

Enjoy this mess.

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The Sutton family were waiting at the first train station that vistitors arrive at when they come from the mainland. A class of twenty fourth graders were coming to the island for a fieldtrip, so they could see different jobs than they were used to. Alex had been checking and rechecking the lists of who was in who’s group, making sure all twenty kids were accounted for. “Alex, pup, calm down. All the kids have been put into the correct groups.” D.T said, rubbing his husband’s back. Alex sighed as the train pulled up to the station.

The kids and their teacher filed off the train. “Hello everyone! Welcome to the Island of Sodor! I’m Alex Sutton, this is my husband, D.T Sutton, our four sons, Donald, Douglas, Dash, and Bash, Donald’s partner, Jamie, and Doulas’ partner, Emily!” Alex said, showing off his huge family. A fat boy wearing a red jacket and a blue and teal pompom hat scoffed. “Who cares? Let’s get on with this stupid trip.” the boy said, and Alex didn’t react, ignoring the rude boy.

“Yes, let’s get on to the groups. With my sons Dash and Bash, are Clyde Donovan, Dogpoo Petuski, Scott Malkinson, and Bebe Stevens. With Emily and Douglas, are Terrance Mephesto, Timmy Burch, Jimmy Valmer, and Wendy Testaburger. With Donald and Jamie, are Phillip Pirrip, Damien Thorn, Tolkien Black, and Heidi Turner. With D.T, are Tweek Tweak, Craig Tucker, Butters Scotch, and Kenny McCormick. Lastly, with me, are Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, and Wolf Osbert. Does anyone need me to repeat the groups?”

All the students shook their heads, then got into their groups. “Alright class, just remember, we have to be back here by five o’clock tonight, so we can catch the plane home, ok?” Mr. Garrison, the teacher, said. The class nods again.

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Well, no one was quite sure how it happened, but Donald and Jamie lost Phillip and Damien, while D.T and Alex had lost their whole groups! So, the four were frantically searching for the missing kids, hoping to find them before it was after five. Where were the boys? They had been dragged away by Eric, to go and “do something more fun than listening to those queers”. By fun, Eric meant exploring the abandoned mine on Sodor.

“This was a stupid idea, fatass. We’re gonna miss the plane home.” Wolf scoffed. The Canadian had only gone along with the group to make sure Damien didn’t get mad and commit arson, or turn an innocent person into something monsterous. “Wolf’s right, lads, we’re going to miss the train back to the mainland!” Pip squeaked. “Shut up, ya stupid Brit!” Eric snapped. “We’ll be back before then.”

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Hehe, crossover time, with slow burn gay relationships, and Alex trying to be a father to fourteen kids.

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Baby good morning😞 I’ve missed you so much I’ve been thinking about ur face. So lemme tell u ab my day so far. Babe I don’t want u to get up alrrrr😞😞 I haven’t stopped imaging us together like us pretending to be babies and sad for a kissss😭. We would hold hands everywhere n talk like best friends and take the coolest pictures of each other and laugh all the time. Ok so I’m at a resturaunt now I typed everything from before yes like nothing but bc bro I’ve been on this tour n I haven’t been able to have anyone off my fucking ass n when he talks n we stand there like I can’t be on my phone. So basically Idek if I alr started but idc I’ll repeat myself. So we hadda leave and whatever and we met up with the tour guide and I was not feeling good at all man I had the biggest headache n I was so nauseous man I was feeling so so bad like horrible. We got on a like team I guess from the city and we got to the first place and he was explaining shit I never payed attention bruh I’ve been bad in the morning and then the rest of the day I think I’ve been like hella dissaciated I’m ngl I might not even say much cus the whole day I’ve just been feeling like shit n I rlly was not like present. So then this was at like 9:30. Bro I can’t with my grandparents they treat me like I’m 7 all day every day it’s so much bro. Ok so then they were going into this sultans palace and Ik all ab this btw😅 I like history especially the ottoman one. Ok so we alr went there when I came like two years ago so I was like aight imma head out like u guys go check that out I’ll wait for u guys here bc they haven’t come before. So I waited for them and so i fell asleep on a bench😭 for two hours😭 like straight up public bench at a park n ofc I woke up every once in a while but I was so bad like I couldn’t keep falling asleep n like everytjme I woke up it was random ppl sitting next to me and whatever n I would check the time like damn they’re still not back. But thankfully I was sleeping bc wtf would I have done for two hours n then finally I woke up all super good n happy n motivated I felt so much better and then I was like fuck like how much longer will I have to wait like awake doing nothing. N thankfully they came like 15 min after. So then bruh I literally don’t even rmb what we did lemme see my pics. Oh yes there’s a pic of a baby bc I want to have a baby with u. And that was the bench where I slept at. N then we went to a cafe nearby n we tried postres and I had this drink it was rlly yummy. And more moon underthink sorta signs. Then we went to this underground thing and like I wasn’t having it so whateverrrrrr n like it used to be an aqueduct for the sultan some shit like that. And it was actually cool n they had Roman gods and goddesses in there bc the ottoman used to be scared of the Roman’s. Then we went to a very pretty mosque. I LOVE GOING TO MOSQUES. Middle eastern countries are def my second favorite place to go/have been after Thailand. Yes Ik our number one is Thailand😆😆 I love that we twin like that I love you. Ik we’re gonna go together. I need to be rich and travel with u. My number 3 is Russia. U have to take me to Ghana. Then we went to a market obv spice market but they had other stuff especially fake stuff this is where I brought my fake yeezy slides😭 imma buy another pair😭 easy to like trash them yk what I mean n I also want a fake bag but u might convince me otherwise lmk (u my stylist) imma go to those shops tomorrow. Then we went to a rooftop n im showing u my pimple. Then we left n then we got on the metro n we’re at this popular restaurant I took pics of ppl who have been here before for u that yk. Bro oh my god I just got up the did a whole show for us they even threw a plate and they made me hold this bread that said Colombia I was so fucjing red oh my god. If I didn’t give u much details or I’m not all being funny n shit perdon Bebe I’ve been pretty mad. I’ve just been wanting to get home n talk to u. Acabo de comer bebe now I’m in the bathroom shitting. The food was very yummy im just anxious bc I just wanna talk