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cowboyschumi · 4 months ago

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HEARTLESS

Summary: Lando Norris has entered his heartless era with no intention of leaving it anytime soon. Now he’s hunting for prey on Raya, and that’s where he stumbles upon you.

Author’s note: Y'all really thirst over Mister Norris, my god. English is not my first language. Enjoy the reading lovelies, interactions are much appreciated.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, cheating mention, cursing ig. Tried to be inclusive, reader's gender is not specified.

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Luisa was the best Lando ever had, everyone knew it including him, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. The only ones cheering over their breakup were jealous, parasocial thirteen-year-olds.

But that was long ago. He moved on pretty quickly, not exactly beating the cheating allegations. Russian model this, Brazilian actress that… and it was all true. There was no denying. He was really enjoying his singleness, having a blast every heated Sunday. But beyond that? Nothing. He got scared easily by commitment or brushed off any trace of a slight chance of dating someone seriously.

He didn’t know why, this tendency to avoid and escape. Deep down, he knew he was hurt. Not hurt by someone else, though. He did it all by himself, ruining the only real thing he ever had. Fans who cared pointed it out: 'His spark is missing,' 'We miss silly old Lando!'

And after claiming he didn’t want to mature because he was happy where he was, he finally matured. Or at least, he pretended to, showing himself as nonchalant and bold. Expressiveness and cameras were just a performance, because in his daily life, he still acted like a teenage boy, eager to get laid

Anyone with an average experience on dating apps knew they were the worst—a way to boost egos based on looks, only to end up rejected and discarded. Raya seemed different, more polite, you guessed. You weren’t the dating type, but curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to know what the hype was about.

Lando, on the other hand, spent most of his day on that app. Every girl swiped right on him, but he rarely matched with someone he actually liked. He wasn’t too strict about looks, he was more of a 'the bigger, the better' type of guy.

Raya wasn’t Tinder. Access was limited, and confidentiality was a must. That’s why you were really surprised when you got in after an exhausting approval process. Your friends freaked out, screamed, and practically climbed the walls of your apartment—the excitement was real. Maybe even a little more than yours.

"Hand me the phone." I don’t even know all these people you’re swiping left and right on." Your patience was limited, and your friends knew exactly how to test it. They kept using your Raya like it was theirs while you minded your own business, eating ice cream. You had no intention of swiping, and the girls knew it, that’s why they took matters into their own hands.

"Oh. My. God. Shut up."

"That’s Lando Norris!" One of them immediately snatched the phone from your friend’s hands.

"Who’s Lando Norris?"

They looked at you like you had just committed a crime, or like they’d seen a ghost behind you. You weren’t sure if your question was out of place or if it was the fact that you had just spoken with a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth

"You’re kidding, right?" Finally, one of them spoke after a long, awkward silence.

FOMO—a word used by chronically online people to describe the fear of missing out, not knowing what’s going on, feeling excluded. That was exactly how you felt for not knowing who Lando Norris was.

"Formula One driver?" Now the phone was in your hands. You were reading his description with the screen practically glued to your face, like a mom who can’t see a thing unless it’s that close.

"That guy beat Verstappen a few times, right?" That was the only thing you could come up with, just from scrolling through Twitter and catching bits of the news. You didn’t know a single thing about the sport.

And sometimes, famous people liked that: their love interests not knowing anything about them, their jobs, the rumors, or the creepy facts.

Your Raya profile didn’t have anything special, aside from your picture-perfect photos. Celebrities didn’t actually care about you deep down—only if you fit their beauty standards. Being active and checking profiles wasn’t on your to-do list. It was just pure curiosity.

But somehow, you two matched. May the universe know under what circumstances and why.

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"When will I have the chance to meet you?"

His text was blunt, like you already knew each other. Maybe even a little desperate.

"What happened to 'Hello, how are you, my name is…'?"

You answered sarcastically, but truthfully. Not introducing yourselves was kind of rude. But you got the point, Lando didn’t care about who you were or what you had to say. The quicker you ended up in his bed, the better.

He laughed at your text, you had the kind of sense of humor he’d fall for. He wouldn’t lie, he enjoyed how obsessed girls were with him and how quickly the dirty talk escalated with just one message. But to his surprise, you weren’t that easy to win over.

"Haha, sorry. Is dinner fine with you?"

Wow, he was really a bad texter. The driest you’d ever seen, dare you say. Was it a guy thing or just a wannabe mysterious famous person thing? You hoped the conversation would be better in person because, damn, it’d be a shame if his pretty face had nothing to say.

"Send me the addy. I don’t need an F1 driver picking me up, I’d rather pass."

Your fear of speed was a thing.

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Lando was attractive. You weren’t exactly interested, but nervousness ran through your veins. Dates always did this over you—stuttering, sweaty palms, and way too much overthinking. You even considered canceling, but your friends wouldn’t let you.

You were a fashion design student, meaning you had some knowledge of trends and what suited your silhouette. Lately, silky long attires were your go-to for night fits; simple, elegant. You dressed for yourself, for comfort, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention and the flattering compliments on your fashion sense.

Monaco was small. Getting anywhere was a short drive, so the Uber didn’t take long. But as you stepped out of the car, your stomach twisted. The restaurant in front of you was huge, glowing with warm lights, yet no people coming in or out. The classic internet trap flashed through your mind—what if there was no Lando Norris waiting for you at all?

“Y/N?”

His voice sounded unsure. He was glued to his phone, shamelessly checking if you actually looked like the pictures he’d been thirsting over on that awful app.

You turned around slowly, mentally cursing yourself, and then your friends. And there he was.

He really screamed Formula One driver. The expensive car gave him away immediately. You had boots on, and he was wearing sneakers, making him not nearly as tall as you expected. You bit your cheek, trying not to laugh at the fact that you were practically the same height.

How were you supposed to act on a date with someone worldwide famous?

Lando leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you instinctively extended your hand for a handshake instead. The night hadn’t even started, and you already wanted the earth to swallow you.

“Shall we?”

He offered his arm, effortlessly charming. Gentleman, innit?

You hesitated before looping your arm through his, still not saying a word. But as you stepped into the restaurant, your stomach dropped.

The place was empty. No other customers. Just you and him.

Your face went pale because there was only one explanation.

He did not…

“Mister Norris!”

A well-dressed waiter greeted him with familiarity. They knew each other. With a simple hand gesture, he led you both to your table. The level of formality made you feel like royalty.

Dim lighting, soft music. A candle flickered in the center of the round table, it had the scent of chocolate, if your nostrils weren’t failing you. The ambiance was undeniably beautiful.

He really outdid himself.

You sat down, eyes narrowing at him. "You did not rent out this whole place just for us."

"Yeah, I did."

Lando chuckled, his smile boyish—like a kid caught red-handed. You playfully shoved his shoulder, you hated surprises and gifts in any format.

Your face burned red, so you instinctively hid behind the menu. Of course, he noticed. He found it adorable.

His foot lightly tapped yours under the table, trying to get your attention. "Are we playing hide and seek now?"

You sighed, setting the menu down just so he could see you roll your eyes. "What are you ordering?" you asked in a hushed tone, like it was some kind of secret, despite the fact that no one else was around.

Your elbows rested on the table as you leaned slightly toward him. He did the same. The tiny candle was the only thing between you.

There was no need for flirtation or innuendos—the tension was already there.

For you two, banter was enough.

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"So, fashion designer, huh?" He asked, cutting his food, trying to throw the conversation toward you.

"So, Formula One driver, huh?" You mocked him, mimicking his tone—because, seriously, that was the most basic question ever. Your background was more than obvious; it was explicitly written on Raya. But you got it—he was just as nervous as you were.

One thing Lando was sure of: you weren’t like his other dates. My god, you were hard to get. An hour in, and there had been no physical contact at all—just chatter, chatter. Not that he was complaining. You were an interesting and undecipherable human being.

"How many girls have you brought here?"

You loved making people uncomfortable with your questions, especially when you already knew the answer—you just wanted to see their reaction. Lando practically choked on his food at your out-of-the-blue assumption.

"W-what?"

It was hilarious how fast he grabbed his water, like he couldn’t believe how unfiltered you were. You repeated the question, and he had no choice but to answer.

"I don’t know… two or three?"

At least he was honest. Or tried to be.

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Dinner happened, to your surprise, quickly—because time moved fast when you were really enjoying yourself, losing track of it completely. Luckily, the Formula One driver caught up with your jokes, knowing exactly how to turn them back on you. Like an Uno reverse card. For you, there was nothing more intimate than teasing each other mutually and just the right amount. Some people couldn’t take a joke, and that was such a turn-off. But Lando simply got you.

Now, you were exiting the glamorous restaurant, shoulders covered by his huge coat. Your laughter was loud, and in just two hours, you had already built inside jokes between the two of you.

"Looking forward to seeing your replacement next Sunday if you catch a cold."

"And I'm looking forward to seeing your pretty face again."

He ended all the joking with a cheeky, flirtatious remark—he knew exactly how to make a girl’s legs weak using nothing but his natural charisma.

"You never shut up, do you?"

And then you did the unthinkable.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him in, your lips merging into one. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, finally releasing all the tension and need that had been weighing on you.

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The car you once eyed as luxurious was now the place where you were making out frenetically. The kissing was obscene, neither of you knew where all that passion came from, but it was addictive.

His firm hands gripped the fabric of your branded clothing, holding your hips in place, not wanting you to make any movement against his lap. It’d be the death of him—he was already suffering a nightmare between his legs.

Your fingers instantly got lost in his curls, tangling and pulling them mid-kiss. Lando’s mouth was practically fighting against yours, turning it into the sloppiest mess. Heaven had never felt this chaotic. You took your time exploring every corner of his mouth with your tongue, while his hands traveled deliberately across your body, wishing there was no fabric separating you two. His fingertips traced you as if you were as fragile as a sculpture, slow and delicate. You melted under his touch, squirming on top of him at the barest touch. It was inoffensive, yet he knew exactly how to caress all the right places.

A shiver ran down your spine as your body suddenly felt colder than seconds ago—a thin breeze brushed against your right thigh. He was sliding up your outfit, eager to go further.

"Easy, driver." A whisper escaped your lips, breathy from all the intense air-exchanging. Your lips brushed against each other, expectant but unmoving. "I know you like adrenaline and fast things, but not tonight."

Fucking on the first date wasn’t your thing, you had at least some dignity. This wasn’t just a hook-up; a few butterflies were already flying around in your stomach, and you despised it.

With half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you, locking gazes. His puppy-blue eyes were now dark with lust. His swollen, glossy lips formed a slight pout. If you kept staring at him—at his pathetic, needy, almost convincing face—you’d be stripping down quicker than lightning.

Trying to put an end to his little show, you placed a hand over his face and shoved him away, cutting off all dangerous eye contact.

"Not tonight gives me a free pass for a second date, according to my understanding." He contradicted you, attempting to sound smart with a cocky grin spread across his face.

"You really are something else, Lando Norris." You did your thing to keep him quiet, preventing any cringey pick-up line from escaping his lips, and restarted the make-out session.

He was relieved that you’d shut him up quickly, because the longer it went on, the more he felt like verbalizing the flying feelings in his stomach.

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0scxmlqrd · 6 months ago

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 lovestruck

; in which [name] [surname], a woman with existential crisis, finds the meaning and purpose of her life—for her, player 120.

pairing: player 120 | cho hyun ju x f! reader

warning: slight angst, out of character (?), etc.

author's note: so thirsty for a player 120 | cho hyun ju x reader fanfiction I overcame my writer's block that's been goin' on for years now, lol.

YOU have no purpose in life—you believed. Well, at least that's what you'd made yourself think ever since you could remember.

You frequently would ask yourself why were you even here and what's the use of existing in this world full of nothing else but suffering.

You've tried to search it on the internet once, asked people in different online forums. Other than a hotline or basically the searching app telling you to call a therapist, you received some decent answers, but still, you couldn't get yourself to believe any of the answer they provided.

All you know is that one thing they have in common is that they are—

Subjective.

It depends.

In all honesty, you don't even know why you keep on living. Yet you've never tried ending it. You hate the feeling of pain, you hope that if you're ever going to die, it must be a quick and painless one.

The time you've spent questioning your existence turns much more worse than you had expected as in the process of finding your purpose, you lost your sense of self.

You don't know who you are anymore.

No wonder you ended up as a failure. Too lazy to finish college, jobless sprinkled with no motivation in life, no money but debt that kept piling up as each days pass by—the debt collectors are likely going to collect and sell your organs to the black market as soon as they find you.

But that's not what you fear.

Luckily, you don't have anyone that would be disappointed in you since you're all alone. An orphan, you are.

That's probably why you ended up being slapped by a random stranger on the train station over losing to a game only children would play. And what do you get in exchange? Money, of course. You have dignity of course, but when it comes to money, well... gone.

There's nothing much more important in this world than money. People who loved to claim "love" is only spouting nonsense.

Love wouldn't fill your empty stomach.

You were getting pissed playing the game you kept on losing. Your cheeks were already numb from how cruel each slap the man had been sending you.

Was it worth it? Should you quit?

Maybe just one last game and you'll get that money. Then you'd get yourself something good tonight in compensation to the sore and swollen face you'd have to endure tomorrow.

"Congratulations, you won!"

The man's clap echoed in the station. You nodded, although happy that you won, you couldn't smile as a small cut that you wondered how could it be so painful.

He handed you the money—you didn't thank him, his slap absolutely hurts, no way you're thanking him.

The man then asked you whether you want to play a game. You almost cursed him out loud after he recited your personal information out loud correctly, creep.

But after that, he handed you a card.

And you took it.

You need money to survive for tomorrow.

That's how you ended up in here.

A large, open space with large walls acting as barriers from the outside world. In front of everyone was a gigantic doll, towering everyone even from afar.

You wondered what game it was.

A sound coming from a speaker in an unknown location echoed all over the place, explaining the mechanics of the games—how to win and how you will get eliminated.

You wondered how they were going to sort out everyone who loses when there's literally hundreds of people currently.

Your eyes wandered from around the place onto each of the players your eyes could find, trying to familiarize with everyone—who knows, they might turn out to be your enemy in the future games.

Boring.

You thought to yourself as you scanned their faces. That was until your eyes came to an abrupt stop from a certain player not close behind you. You've heard of people like her, but you've never seen one in person. They must've gone through a lot for having the courage to be what they are in this country.

She seemed to felt your gaze on her and you two made eye contact. She smiled slightly at you slightly nodding her head.

Awkward, you felt. Flustered at the attention you were receiving from him. Then, another thought came through you, 'She's quite the looker,' to which you immediately shrugged off, shifting your eyes away from her to your front once again.

'Focus,' you scolded yourself. Changing your complete attention on your current and only goal—to win this game and spend every single money to yourself until you get sick tired of it.

Your thoughts were then cut short when a crazy uncle suddenly started shouting. He was basically saying that this game kills the people who lose and how everyone must listen to the rules so they could live.

Green Light!

He shouted for everyone to go and you ran as fast as you can.

Red Light!

He shouted to stop and everyone, including you, stopped. This continued smoothly until you heard a woman's scream.

Then, a loud bang echoed.

Then, a thud.

And then everyone around that woman turned chaotic. Everyone was panicking, screaming and running around. But slowly, each scream—both men and women— slowly counted down while loud bang you believed to be coming from guns shot them down each.

Good thing you followed what the crazy uncle said although it was unbelievable at first.

You thought you'd be fine as long as you follow his order. Much to your dismay, there were some factors you forgot to think of.

Green Light.

Some of the people on your side were also panicking, they started running faster. Their adrenaline finally getting through them so much that some people behind you got ahead of you.

You bit your lower lip, getting ready to sprint, collecting every single ounce of your energy. But suddenly, a woman behind you crashed onto you, causing you to trip and fall down.

'B*tch, you better not make me see you or—'

People started trampling over you. Some tripping on the process. It's painful, incredibly. Your losing more time, you knew. You cursed yourself silently for losing on the first game. Hell, you knew your dead once the timer runs out.

Nothing else could be done but curl yourself, protecting your vulnerable sides. But still, it was still painful.

You thought the pain would never end, the gigantic robotic doll still hadn't said red light and you're losing hope on whether you'd survive these people, and even if you did, you're probably going to arrive late.

To your surprise, you stopped feeling pain—but no signs of people stopping on their run. You frowned, confused as to how this happened. Maybe one of them hit your head, making your sense of pain go off.

But no, you felt someone on your back, their body covering yours.

Who?

A shadow, larger than yours was right above yours. Curious to the identity of the person, you looked up.

Your eyes widen in surprise.

The person stood up, looking right ahead and back down onto you, "Are you alright?"

It was the same pretty woman you met eye contact before, "Can you walk? We need to hurry up before the timer runs out"

You ignored the soreness around your body, "I can walk just fine, but I'm probably slower than before. You can go ahead—"

"No, let's go together. Here," she offered her hand, "C'mon, we don't have much time left!"

Time seems to slow down, your eyes glued at the figure above you, "O-Okay!"

You grabbed her hand, stood up and ran as fast as you can.

Despite the chaotic surroundings, you paid no mind to them. Your eyes were completely glued to the short-haired woman in front of you. Huh? The pretty stranger claimed that the time was running out, it seems different for you right now.

But, the time was not flowing quickly? It's not just slowing down—it stopped.

What? Did you just say you found out your life's purpose, are you serious?!

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astrotruther · 2 months ago

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🔗 Lilith in the signs

their shadow side ft. songs that clock them too accurately.

♈️ LILITH IN ARIES

Their anger is a reflex, not a choice.

Secretly terrified of being controlled, so they control first—chaotically.

'I don’t hold grudges!' (rewrites history to paint themselves as the wronged party.)

Will fight you over a parking spot.

Smudged eyeliner, broken phone screens, unsent rage drafts.

♉️ LILITH IN TAURUS

Keeps a mental spreadsheet of every favor, compliment, or crumb of attention they’ve ever given.

"I’m not possessive, I just know what’s mine." (stares at you like you’re a straying pet.)

Silent treatment lasts longer than most relationships.

Will spend $200 on a candle to "treat themselves" after you forgot their coffee order once.

Vintage perfume bottles, handwritten lists with aggressive underlining.

♊️ LILITH IN GEMINI

Weaponizes forgetfulness to dodge accountability.

"It’s not lying, it’s narrative improvisation."

Starts debates just to watch you sweat. Changes sides mid-argument for fun.

Ghosts for months, then slides into your DMs like "you up? also, defend this political take."

Screenshots of deleted texts, meme warfare, unhinged Google Docs.

🎵 Who are you to recognize me / You frogs who live up to your name / I hope you die in that well - 땡 (Ddaeng) - BTS

♋️ LILITH IN CANCER

Cooks you soup while listing all the ways you’ve disappointed them.

'I’m fine :)' (cries in the shower for 3 hours because you used a tone.)

Collects your vulnerabilities like seashells—for safekeeping, obviously.

Will remember that thing you said in 2017 and weaponize it during a fight about pizza toppings.

Faded polaroids, saltwater-stained journals, cottagecore revenge plans.

♌️ LILITH IN LEO

Posts a thirst trap after any minor ego bruise. "Ugh, just feeling ugly today :/ (pls argue.)"

"I don’t need attention!" (sets themselves on fire metaphorically until someone notices.)

Secretly wants to be the ex you never get over. Leaves a sweater at your place on purpose.

Harsh flash selfies, dramatic Spotify playlists, Notes app manifestos.

♍️ LILITH IN VIRGO

"I’ll fix you :)" (proceeds to dismantle your entire personality like IKEA furniture.)

Nitpicks their own happiness into oblivion. "This joy is imperfect. I reject it."

Corrects your grammar mid-breakup. "It’s ‘you’re,’ not ‘your’ devastating me."

Neat highlighters, spreadsheets of your flaws, passive-aggressive sticky notes.

♎️ LILITH IN LIBRA

Flirts with the waiter to get free dessert, flirts with you to win an argument.

"I just want peace!" (stirs the pot, then acts shocked when it boils over.)

Dumps you but leaves the door open just enough to keep you orbiting.

Mirror selfies with cryptic captions, Pinterest boards titled "Vibe Shift."

♏️ LILITH IN SCORPIO

Asks invasive questions to "test your loyalty," then punishes you for answering wrong.

"I don’t trust anyone." (makes you earn it via psychological hazing.)

Their silence isn’t peaceful—it’s forensic.

Black candles, redacted text posts, unsent poems in blood-red ink.

♐️ LILITH IN SAGITTARIUS

"I just speak the truth!" (the truth is whatever hurts you most in the moment.)

Claims moral high ground from a moving vehicle.

Will backpack across Asia to avoid processing a breakup.

Blurry travel pics, deleted tweets, vaguebooking about "freedom."

♑️ LILITH IN CAPRICORN

Replaces therapy with productivity. "Can’t cry, I have a 5-year plan."

"I don’t get attached." (secretly mourns you for a decade.)

Rejects you before you can reject them.

Monochrome selfies, LinkedIn hustle posts, locked diaries.

♒️ LILITH IN AQUARIUS

"I don’t care." (organizes your entire life from afar to prove they don’t care.)

Treats love like a sociological experiment. "Fascinating. Now suffer."

Leaves group chats without explanation as a power move.

Glitch art, cryptic polls, unsent rants in the drafts.

♓️ LILITH IN PISCES

Love-bombs you into a daydream, then vanishes when it gets real.

'You misunderstood me :(' (you understood them perfectly—that’s the problem.)

Will forgive a crime but hold a grudge over how you said "good morning" in 2022.

Blurry film photos, deleted love letters, Spotify wrapped full of sadbreakcore.

🎵 In the dream I shortly went into / My agonizing phantom pain is still the same - Singularity - BTS

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frflyavenue · 2 months ago

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Under Your Touch - Chapter 2

Pairing: poly!Ateez x fem!Reader

Warnings: Eating and appetite, money is tight, skipping meals, hand holding, mention of masturbation, (romantic?) tension

Author’s Note: Back with chapter 2! Thank you guys so much for the support on the first chapter, it means a lot! Message me or comment on this post to be added to the UYT taglist <3

Join me on ao3 @frflyavenue

Chapter 1

WC: 5.9k

Chapter 2: Chicken

You don’t really know where the rest of your day went. You know you left the studio around 8:30, and you toughed out your 5 mile walk home in the freezing cold, again. But once you got home… who knows? Now it’s evening, and even though you should probably eat something, you can’t bring yourself to feel hungry. You sit on the floor, resting your back against the wall and opening your phone. You scroll mindlessly, clicking through random apps as if it will do anything to actually occupy your mind. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. Now you know from your weather app that tomorrow it will still be just as cold and cloudy as today was, but you’re still still stressing about the consultation.

God, get a grip Y/N, you think, letting your hands dramatically fall to your sides. Like, go masturbate or something.

You consider it, but it sounds like too much work. You make no effort to move from your spot on the floor.

You huff and pick up your phone again, finding yourself opening Instagram. You pause at the home page for a moment, before searching for an account. ‘Choi Jongho’. A verified account with his face as the profile picture appears, and you visit the page.

As expected, his photos are gorgeous. His last post was only a few days ago, and you admire how pretty he looks with flakes of snow on his broad shoulders, a gummy smile on his face and sparkling black eyes.

You quickly pinch yourself when you catch yourself smiling, feeling your cheeks tingling with warmth. This could be your potential coworker in a few weeks. Chill. Regardless, you scroll through a few more posts, subconsciously smiling at each one.

In spite of yourself, you go back to the search bar. ‘Jung Wooyoung’. His most recent photo is from the same day, it seems, with his black hair wet from snow and his bangs falling damp over his eyes. You make a note to yourself to ask him if he models, assuming you even see him again.

You shake your head, reminding yourself that you are trying to not think about work right now, and you click on his story. You giggle at some cute reposted memes and admire the photo he took yesterday of a dinner he claims to have made, the sight almost enough to rekindle your appetite.

The final photo on his story is from this morning, a selfie of him laying down and winking, with the song “Love At First Sight” by The Brobecks added to the story. Bobbing your head to the cute little song, you look closer at the photo, gasping when you realize where he took it. He was laying on the couch of the studio, his makeup—the makeup that you did—proudly worn on his face.

You blush and immediately turn off your phone, hopping up and setting it down on the counter. Too tired to consider processing the photo, you grab a baggy, thrifted t-shirt and a clean pair of underwear and head to the bathroom.

Honestly, you think your bathroom is the nicest part of the whole apartment. It’s small, yes, but there’s a nice shower settled in the corner with glass sliding doors and pretty, rocky tiles. The few minutes you spend in your shower with hot water are a luxury. You’re quick to undress, not really caring where your dirty laundry ends up as you toss them to the side and hop in the shower. You sigh comfortably at the temperature of the water, scrubbing your scalp to rid yourself of any remaining stress from the day. The smell of pear and mint fills the room, and you relax at the familiar scent. Maybe for your birthday you would treat yourself to a restock of your favorite pear perfume, which is currently running low.

Leaning against the wall of the shower and indulging in the warm water for a moment, you halfway open your eyes, thinking. Come on, Y/N. Get it together. You won’t get news for at least a few days anyway. No use stressing. You swallow. Tomorrow you’ll go to the grocery store and pick up whatever’s on sale to have for dinners this week. Money's getting scarce, so you can skip lunch and just do breakfast, that way you can take your vitamins in the morning. Then you can spend the next few days searching for jobs as a backup. Even just a part-time…

Your thoughts are rudely interrupted by the abrupt sound of your phone ringing in the other room. You jump, panicking for a second before quickly turning off the shower and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around your body as you rush over to your phone, clumsily leaving wet footprints on the vinyl floor.

It’s Hyerin.

You answer on the last ring, water droplets dripping from your hair onto your screen as you clear your throat and try to sound casual. “Hello?”

Hyerin chuckles, sensing your panic. “Hey, silly girl.”

You blush, laughing awkwardly at being caught. “Hey, Unnie. I miss you.”

She can’t help but laugh, the type who finds everything you do adorable. “I miss you too, Y/N. You’ll get to see me tomorrow though, so you won’t have to miss me for long.”

You agree with a hum, sitting for a beat of silence before furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “Wait, tomorrow? Did we have plans? I’m sorry, I must have forgotten.”

You can practically hear her roll her eyes. “No, you didn’t forget anything. I’m making plans for you right now. I’ll see you tomorrow at the studio.”

You don’t respond, genuinely lost. It’s not about the position, that call isn’t coming for a few more days. So does she want you to come visit her at work? That must be it. I mean, even if they are rejecting you, don’t they need time to consider?

“They didn’t need time to consider anything.” She says, as if reading your thoughts.

“You got the job, Y/N.”

——————

You’re practically glowing as you haul your bags back down to the studio. It’s 10:45, the sun peaking through the clouds and killing some of the bite from the cold. Not that you have room in your brain to even think about the weather because holy shit. You got the job. You hum to yourself, skipping down the sidewalk in spite of your heavy bags causing your shoulders to ache. Reminiscent, you think back to your call with Hyerin yesterday.

“You got the job, Y/N.”

”Wait, what? Like… officially?? You aren’t joking are you?” Her words rang in your ears, echoing even now. Official. You got the job.

“No, why would I joke about such a thing? Wooyoung-ah and Jongho-yah practically begged for you to be hired, and the company people LOVED your work. They didn’t even need to consider other options.”

“…”

“I love you, but I’ll just let you process that on your own time. For now, listen to the plan. Tomorrow, come to the studio with all of your equipment around 11:00 so I can help you get your vanity unpacked and organized. We can head to the store and use my company card to get anything else you’ll need to be ready for work. Assuming you agree to accept the position, your first day will be Thursday, since the members all have an interview in the morning that day. Understand?”

”Uh- yeah! I… think so.”

”Pfft. Alright, silly girl. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

”Yeah, see you tomorrow!”

It feels like a dream. You just met the two men yesterday, and now today you are on your way back to the studio, about to get your own personal station set up to start your job as a makeup artist. It’s too much to process, really.

Finding your way to the studio, you take your time to actually admire the cute little shop this time. There are a few clear windows covered by sheer curtains, flower boxes adorning each one. While empty now, it’s easy to picture how pretty they’ll look in the spring. There are stone steps leading up the door instead of concrete, likely a result of its awkward location, but you think that they compliment the little shop. An evergreen wreath hangs on the cedar door, making it feel homey. You hope it’s a sign of good things to come.

You gently knock on the door, locked for security, and wait only a few seconds before the door swings open. You jump at how sudden it is, the action so unlike Hyerin, but quickly realize why.

Wooyoung stands on the other side of the door with a toothy grin, his eyes illuminated by the bright white light of remnant snow on the ground. “Y/N-ah!”

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you laugh suddenly at the welcome, bowing just slightly and smiling brightly in return. “Wooyoung-ah, hello!”

He excitedly reaches out to take your bags, not giving you time to refuse, and carries them inside, holding the door for you. You feel awkward without anything in your hands, so you slide them into the pockets of your coat and follow him inside with a nod of thanks.

“Noona, she’s here!” He calls out, not bothering to turn away from you. “Y/N-ah, we’re so glad you’re here! Thank you for joining the team~”

You laugh and shake your head, suddenly feeling shy. “No, thank you. I heard from Hyerin-unnie that you two recommended me to the company, so thank you. I’m really happy to be here.”

He smiles, an unapologetic grin on his face. “Of course, you were amazing! And Jongho-yah and I thought you were so-“

“Ah, Y/N-ssi, welcome,” you hear Jongho call out behind you, missing the look he shoots Wooyoung. “Let me take your coat for you.”

You smile and hand him your coat gratefully, turning to greet Hyerin who stands fondly by the doorframe. You smile as soon as you see her, practically skipping over to her and hugging her tight. She laughs and reciprocates the hug, patting your back lovingly. “Welcome to the team, Y/LN Y/N.”

You let go and nearly tear up at her sincerity, until you catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar frame entering the room. He’s slightly shorter than the other two, hair unstyled but combed neatly so his bangs nearly cover his eyes, which you notice are pretty and big. You turn to greet him, recognizing his bare features.

You make eye contact and he smiles, bowing to greet you. “Hello, I’m Kim Hongjoong, Ateez’s Captain.”

You reciprocate the greeting, feeling your heart flutter both from nerves of meeting the leader of the group and from how insanely beautiful his smile is. “I’m Y/LN Y/N, the new makeup artist for your two youngest members.” You reply with a smile, trying not to be intimidated. Similarly to how you felt meeting Wooyoung and Jongho, you can’t help yourself from admiring how perfect he is. It’s a shame you only do makeup for two out of eight members, because you’re starting to think that all of them would be perfect canvases.

“…I like it!” You hear in a casual tone, your thoughts interrupted.

“Ah, sorry?”

“Your outfit.” He reiterates sweetly, gesturing to you. “I like it.”

You look down, blushing slightly at the compliment. You decided to go all pink today, with faded hot pink denim jeans adorned with distressed, sewn on stars and a thrifted white leather belt with a belt buckle you painted pink a few months ago. Your top is an off the shoulder top in a lighter pink color, matching your usual pair of white shoes. You swapped out the laces for a pair you dyed pink to elevate your outfit for cheap. The different shades and hints of white are enough to balance everything out, making the outfit cohesive and not overwhelmingly pink. The only thing you wish you had was jewelry, but you’re too poor to consider that right now, lucky to have even a few cute outfits. You look back up at him with a smile, hoping your foundation covers the blush on your cheeks. “Thank you. You too! Since learning about Ateez, I’ve admired your style.”

He laughs, finding himself unusually tickled by the compliment. It sounds better coming from you, he thinks, but doesn’t dare admit. “Thank you, I’m glad to hear that.”

Wooyoung barrels over and bumps into Hongjoong’s side, forcing him out of the way to talk to you.

“Y/N-ah, I’m gonna order the five of us lunch. You choose!”

You take a breath, not sure whether to laugh at Hongjoong’s situation or not, though it’s hard to suppress a smile at Jongho’s cackle from the other side of the room. You open your mouth to speak, but Hyerin comes up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Give the poor girl a minute, boys. She just got here. At least let her go sit down.” She scolds playfully, to which Wooyoung bows in apology.

“Ah, sorry. Please, come sit.” He offers his arm to you, which you accept gratefully. The other three snicker teasingly at him, but you don’t pay it any mind.

As you walk with him into the familiar large space, he gasps in slight shock. “Y/N-ah, your hands are so cold!” You laugh, nodding. He’s wearing a cardigan, but the cold of your icy fingers wrapped around his arm must have seeped through the soft fabric.

“Yeah, it’s cold out today. Winter in Korea is no joke.” You remark. He pauses.

“Wait, did you walk here?” He asks suddenly, seeming a bit concerned.

You nod, slightly hesitant. “Yeah. But it’s okay, I live close by and I don’t mind the exercise,” you reassure him.

He shakes his head, sitting down next to you on the lounge-room’s couch. “The sidewalks are all icy today, and it’s so cold! Surely it’s dangerous to walk all the way here, even if you live close by.” He thinks, then adds with a pout. “Plus, those bags you were carrying were so heavy…”

You laugh, putting your hands up and shaking your head. You don’t admit that you did nearly slip a few times, but your leg bounces guiltily. “You don’t need to worry, really. I don’t live very far anyways, and I had no trouble getting here.” You note with a sweet smile.

He slightly tilts his head to the side. “Where do you live, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You contemplate for a moment. “I don’t remember the name, but it’s the apartment complex down the street across from the big supermarket.”

He gasps, his eyes widening. “Y/N-ah, that’s not close by!” He says worriedly. Suddenly he gestures for you to place your hands in his, giving you the choice. “No wonder your hands are so cold. At least let me warm them for you…”

Your cheeks flush, heart tripping unexpectedly as you slide your hands into his, to which he easily holds them between the two of you as you face each other on the couch. A sudden quiet settles over the room, and you can’t think about anything other than the quiet buzz of warmth emanating from his hands wrapped around yours. He covers them with a blanket, his thumbs rubbing slow, even circles over the backs of your hands.

You look up, half ready to laugh it off, but he was already watching you. Not teasing—just... watching. His grip tightens ever so slightly, as if he’d caught something in your expression.

“Why don’t you take the bus?” He whispers, concern etched into his features. “Or an Uber?”

You cringe at the thought, shaking your head. “I don’t like public transport. The bus just… doesn’t feel very safe.” You explain softly, unable to meet his eyes now. “And Ubers are too expensive. It’s better just to walk, since it’s free and gives me some good exercise anyways.”

Wooyoung frowns, his face thoughtful. “I don’t like the thought of you walking alone,” he said quietly. “Next time, tell me. I’ll come get you.”

You suddenly feel irrationally warm under the blanket, accidentally meeting his eyes with your own surprised ones. The room stills, silent except for the soft sound of his thumbs brushing over your skin. You part your lips to respond, but Hongjoong enters the room, voice cutting through the quiet tension and eliciting a little surprised jump from you.

”We’re ordering chicken, what do you guys want?”

Wooyoung lights up excitedly, calling out, “Ganjang Chicken!”

You contemplate for a moment, not having had good food since the first month of living here. “Dakgangjeong, please.”

Hongjoong nods and calls it out to Hyerin, sneaking a glance at your covered hands and raising an eyebrow at Wooyoung. Wooyoung shakes his head and mouths, ‘later’. Lost in your own world, you don’t even notice.

”Good choice.” Wooyoung says in passing, squeezing one of your hands and smiling.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Honestly, it’s the only kind of Korean chicken I’ve tried.” You admit. “But I like rice cakes, and usually Dakgangjeong has them.”

Wooyoung laughs, finding your innocent admission cute.

The three others can be heard approaching the room, and Wooyoung casually lets go of your hands, winking at you. Before you can question him, the others join you in the lounge room, talking amongst themselves. Hyerin unfolds a large blanket, laying it out flat on an open part of the space—a picnic blanket, it seems. You smile excitedly and look up at her.

“I haven’t had a picnic in so long!” You exclaim, hopping up from the couch and moving to help her straighten it out. “I love picnics,” you explain, your voice quieter.

The three members all stop and watch, a bit surprised by your innocent outburst. You avert your eyes self-consciously, but if you did turn to look, you would find them all smiling.

You follow Hyerin over to the other section of the couch, sitting next to her and comfortably snuggling into her arm while the conversation runs its course. You mostly just listen, observing how close the four seem to be and trying to figure out more about their characters.

So far, you’ve gathered that Wooyoung is more of the teasing type, playful and energetic when he’s around his members. His laugh is crazy and insanely contagious, you’ve learned from him playing around with his members, and he is a pro at bringing up energy. But when he’s with you alone, he’s sweet and respectful. And affectionate, you add mentally, watching as he lays against Hongjoong and remembering his little gesture from earlier. Your hands still tingle in recollection.

At first you found Jongho to be the quieter and more reserved and gentlemanly type, but now you’ve begun to realize that, while he is gentlemanly, he might be even more mischievous than Wooyoung. In a group he plays around well with the members, even if he’s teasing or laughing at something another man does, and his moments of quiet are never shy, just observant. Individually, he seems to be more inclined to have deep conversations rather than small talk, but he’s never completely serious, always throwing a few jokes in here and there, if nothing else just to make the person he’s talking to laugh. He’s less affectionate than Wooyoung, but he only pretends to hate it, you realize, seeing him occasionally initiate affection with his members.

Considering you haven’t really talked with the Captain, he’s still hard to read. But it’s hard not to smile as he interacts with his members. He’s silly, yes, but he seems to be doing it mostly to please his members. From just the conversations and playing around that you’ve watched between him and his two youngest boys, it seems he adjusts in whatever way he knows will please each member. So, while you haven’t had the chance to really meet him yet, you gather that he’s rather selfless. A perfect leader.

You smile as you watch, finding their healthy dynamic admirable. Hyerin, you’ve also learned, is not nearly as nice to the members as she is to you. Not that she’s mean—no not at all. But with you, where she’s usually taking care of you, happily letting you cling to her and dousing you in compliments at every opportunity, she’s completely the opposite with these three members. Anytime they tease her, she scoffs and rolls her eyes, shouting back some intelligent remark which usually ends up with the initial culprit (usually Wooyoung) sulking. When Hongjoong, who you learned is one year older than you and one year younger than Hyerin, asked her to grab him a drink, she practically laughed in his face. At some point, Wooyoung teasingly moved to poke her cheeks in a mock attempt to call her cute, and she smacked his hands away and dramatically gagged. It was all in good fun within their dynamic, you recognize, but it’s still surprising to see this side of her.

After thirty minutes of playing around, the food is delivered, and Jongho hops up to bring it to everybody. Actually hungry for the first time in ages, you hop up and take a spot on the edge of the picnic blanket. Hyerin and Wooyoung settle next to you, while Hongjoong goes to the entrance room to grab drinks for everybody. The two return with the meal, Hongjoong winking and showing off the five beers he brought with him, which makes Hyerin roll her eyes. But who cares if it’s only 13:00? You take one gratefully, struggling to open it while Jongho passes out the food. He hands you your chicken and, noticing your struggle, gently takes the beer from you and pops the cap off with his thumb. You stare with your mouth open, making sure he didn’t hurt himself, but he just smiles casually and hands it back to you.

“Showoff.” Wooyoung mutters teasingly, opening his own beer with a bottle opener. Jongho just shrugs, but his face is proud.

You open your food, waiting for Hyerin to take a bite before digging in. It’s absolutely delicious—maybe because its the first actual meal you’ve had in months. Recently you’ve been surviving off of pre-made protein smoothies and ramen packs, not exactly the best diet. Anybody who knew you before you moved to Korea could tell that you’ve lost weight, but at least you take your vitamins.

Sure, it’s the first meal you’ve had in months that wasn’t ramen or a protein shake. But maybe that wasn’t the only reason it tasted so good.

You look around, cheeks full of rice cakes and sweet fried chicken, at the four people sitting around and enjoying their food. They joke around comfortably with each other, Wooyoung occasionally bumping your knee when he keels over laughing and Hyerin feeding you chicken from her own chopsticks, and you can’t help but feel as if you’re included in the madness.

You are, you realize, shaking your head accusedly as Jongho teases you for not drinking your beer. “Noona,” he laughs, catching you off guard with the sudden honorific. “Are you too sweet to handle grown up drinks?” You defiantly take a big gulp of your beer, making you cough, at which the four all laugh hysterically while Hyerin pats your back.

Every meal you’ve eaten since moving to Korea eight months ago has been eaten alone. You’re their coworkers, yes. But right now, as you hang out and eat chicken and drink together, you’re friends. You wonder if that’s why the food tastes so good. Maybe it’s because for the first time since moving to Korea, you don’t feel like you're surviving alone. You tear up.

“Thank you for the food, Wooyoung.” You say in a small moment of content and silence, catching the members off guard with your sudden sincerity. “And the beer, Hongjoong.” You think for a moment, laughing softly. “…And the job, all of you.”

They all watch silently as you go to take another bite, too shy to meet eyes with any of them and honestly too immersed in your meal to care about looking awkward. Jongho clears his throat and raises his beer with a smile.

“Cheers to that, yeah?”

You laugh, grabbing your own beer and lifting it up cheerfully, watching as the other three follow.

“Cheers!”

——————

Full and happy, the five of you played around in the lounge for a little while, finishing off your beers and letting the food digest. Wooyoung and Jongho explain that they met you here to hang out and help you get everything set up, and Jongho smiles as he hands you a small bag with drawer organizers, cups for makeup brushes, some spare beauty blenders, and a few decorative plants and figures. Gasping suddenly in remembrance, he looks for the small backpack he brought with him, pulling out a small stuffed doll and handing it to you. It’s a soft little deer with a light brown coat and white spots along the back, little antlers popping up on the top of its head.

“I almost forgot,” he explains apologetically. “I saw this at the store and I thought it kind of looked like you, so…”

The little pink nose and ears make it too cute to take, and you quickly squeeze the doll to your chest. Jongho thinks that the smile you gave him instilled enough warmth in his heart to last a lifetime.

“Jongho-yah, thank you so much.” You say sincerely, your voice sweeter with gratefulness. Your expression suddenly becomes determined. “I promise I’ll take care of it.”

The four all chuckle at your innocent promise, believing whole-heartedly that you’ll keep it.

You hop up with the things Jongho bought you after a few more minutes, thanking him again before excusing yourself to go do what you came here for in the first place—setting up your station. You hum to yourself as you make your way over there, setting your bags on the vanity and glancing up at the clean mirror. I kind of do look like a deer, you think, looking back down at the cute stuffed animal again and holding it up next to your face. You jump when another figure joins you in the mirror, whipping your head around to find Hongjoong behind you.

“Oh no, I’m sorry!” He exclaims, gently placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to scare you…”

You laugh, placing a hand over your thumping heart and shaking your head. “No, you’re fine. I didn’t mean to get so surprised.”

He lets his hand fall back down to his side and laughs with you. “Well, I’m sorry in any case. I wanted to come help you set up your little… makeup area thing.” He explains, and you light up a bit.

“Oh, thank you! I appreciate that!” You reply, your voice more steady now. “I think Hyerin already cleaned it, so I just need to get organized.” You explain, and he nods diligently, unpacking the grocery bag full of organizers and things Jongho bought for you.

You bring your heavy bags over to the station, setting them down on the ground and opening up the one full of hair tools first. There’s already a small cart with outlets and safe stations for each tool, so you task Hongjoong with putting it together while you organize your drawers. You slide the organizers in so they fit together, and calmly begin unpacking your products by person. You have six drawers total, three on either side. You dedicate the left side to Wooyoung and the right to Jongho. Beginning to organize Wooyoung’s basics into his top drawer, Hongjoong speaks up.

“I think the company made a good choice hiring you.” He says softly, just enough for you to hear while the other three keep playing in the lounge.

You blush, laughing nervously under your breath. “Thank you, Hongjoong-ssi. I hope to take care of your members well.”

Hongjoong smiles to himself, focused on figuring out how to wrap up the cord of a hair straightener. “I have a feeling you will.” He says earnestly. “And please, no need to be so formal with me.”

You look up at him, making sure he’s sincere, before returning to your task of organizing makeup brushes into Wooyoung’s pastel yellow cup and Jongho’s matching light pink one, smiling at the gifts from Jongho. “Thank you, Oppa.”

He feels his cheeks heat up at your innocent expression, silently returning to his task for a moment. He’s not the only flustered one, though; you lower your head shyly as you fidget with brushes, wondering if it’s the small amount of alcohol making you have weird thoughts or if it’s because Hongjoong is so pretty.

He swallows, waiting for a beat of silence before speaking up again, his voice softer than before. “Y/N-ah, why were you crying earlier?”

You look up, surprised. “I cried?”

He shakes his head, laughing awkwardly. “No, I guess not. But you got all teary-eyed during dinner. Unless I was imagining things…?”

You keep your eyes on the side of his face for a moment before looking back down at your brushes. “No, you didn’t imagine it.” You reply honestly. “I moved to Korea 8 months ago, almost 9, and I don’t have much money or any family here. So, I was thinking that the chicken was a really good meal, when I realized that it probably tasted better because I was eating it with other people.” You explain. “It’s the first meal I’ve had since moving here that I haven’t eaten alone.”

Hongjoong glances over at you, suddenly feeling his throat tighten. He stays quiet for a moment, thinking of how to respond, before gently reaching up to place a hand on your upper back. You turn to meet his eyes. “Well, you’ll be eating a lot less meals alone now.” He says simply, gently rubbing his thumb up and down over the bare skin of your back, and you silently thank the universe you wore an off-the-shoulder top today. He gently drops his hand when you nod in acknowledgement and smile sincerely at him.

The air feels a bit thicker when you two refocus, and you softly clear your throat to cut through it.

“Oppa, can I ask you a question?”

He clears his throat as well and nods, keeping his head down to hide the pink tint of his cheeks. “Of course.”

You think for a moment. “Why are you called the captain?” You ask, curious. “Wooyoung told me last time that the members called you that, so I’ve been curious.”

He laughs at the surprisingly innocent question. “Well, Ateez has a pirate concept. So since I’m the leader, they call me the captain of the crew.”

You gasp, smiling. “Woah, I like that! I kind of forgot that was your concept.” You admit, knocking over one of the cups and clumsily picking it back up, earning a small giggle from your right.

“Now you’re a part of our crew.” He says playfully, nudging your side with his elbow. “Who are you in the pirate concept?”

You look up thoughtfully at the question. “Me? Maybe like… a mermaid or something.” You shake your head excitedly. “No, no, a siren! Sirens are much cooler than mermaids.”

Hongjoong glances over at you with a grin. “Why a siren?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. They’re cool and they spend their lives singing on rocks in the middle of the ocean. I think I’m similar to a siren in that sense—that I’m kind of just floating around in the middle of nowhere and doing what I can to get fed at the end of the day.” You think for a second, before turning to him with a slightly panicked expression, raising your hands defensively. “Not that I want to eat your crew, Captain.” You say sincerely, your eyes playful. “A siren can have a favorite ship, can’t she?”

Hongjoong laughs heartily, keeling over at your sudden clarification. “Definitely.”

You laugh with him, happy to see his pretty smile again.

”I think I agree that you’re a siren.” He says casually, regaining his composure and finishing up his job with the hair-tools, now moving to organize various sprays and mouses.

You spare him a glance, still focused on your own task. “Why do you think so, oh mighty captain?” You inquire, wiggling your eyebrows.

He shrugs, smiling to himself. You’re quite the temptress… “I don’t know.” He says instead, deciding to let that thought stay just a thought. “But I’m happy to have you with us.”

—————

With his help, you finish up quickly, adding the final touches of decorative succulents from Jongho. You sigh proudly, admiring your work. Only one drawer for each person was properly filled, your collection only containing the basics for each member. You mentally note to go to the store and find some cool palettes and glitters to add to the list. Maybe you can’t afford them now, but you’re soon going to have a steady income, so may as well keep them in mind for the future. You turn to Hongjoong and reach your hand up, earning a high five.

“Thank you, Hongjoong-oppa. It looks perfect.”

He nods humbly and smiles sweetly at you. You can’t help but notice how deep his eyes are, the dark brown irises beautiful as he looks down at you. You nearly compliment him on it, just admiring the deep, swirling shades of brown for a beat and mentally noting how much you would love to compliment those eyes with certain eye shadows, but Wooyoung and Jongho come running over before you can. You laugh, realizing they must have been watching from afar while they nursed their beers.

“Wow, so pretty! Good call on the color scheme, Jongho-yah.” Wooyoung exclaims, approaching the station and gently bumping into Hongjoong.

Jongho grins at the praise, following suit calmly behind him. “There’s one more thing to add.” He says with a wink. He takes out a dry-erase marker from his pocket, uncapping it and leaning forward to draw a small heart on the upper corner of the mirror. Wooyoung takes the marker from him excitedly. He, too, leans forward and draws a small heart next to Jongho’s, making sure it’s just slightly bigger in competition. He then hands it to Hongjoong, who laughs at their antics before doing the same.

You don’t try to hide your cheesy smile as you look at their little hearts, your doe eyes curled into pretty crescents. “Thank you, guys. You’ve all been so sweet.”

Hongjoong shakes his head, smiling as well. “We only take care of you as much as you take care of us. I’ve got a feeling that pretty soon there will be five more hearts added to your mirror.”

You bow your head in thanks, not exactly sure what he means but happy to be accepted onto the team regardless.

Hyerin suddenly laughs from behind your little group, making all four of you turn around. “You boys are dorks.” She teases lovingly, shaking her head. “Absolute dorks.”

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Chapter 3

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1979 🍂 M. Sturniolo

“Do you want to see my period app?”

⟢ no warnings really, just a small bit of angst, mentions of periods, and cigarettes.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Matt tried not to get too excited about his upcoming date with Cider. He kept reminding himself it was just a casual hangout between friends, a new friend, nothing more. They were still practically strangers who’d just so happened to cross paths and part on friendly terms.

Still, something lingered. A spark, subtle but undeniable, something they both couldn’t quite ignore.

The days leading up to Friday dragged by at an agonizing pace. He filled the time by unpacking the last of his moving boxes, arranging trinkets on shelves, only to move them again minutes later. He met up with his parents on Thursday, catching up over lunch, grateful for the distraction, but it wasn't enough.

Then came Friday.

He woke up early, lingering in the bathroom longer than he usually would. In the shower, he scrubbed every inch of his skin obsessively, determined to eliminate any trace of bodily odor. For once, he blow-dried his hair, something he never bothered with, experimenting with a new style. He considered shaving the scruff along his jawline, but after a moment of hesitation, he chose to leave it.

He decided to stick with his usual outfit—blue jeans and a sweater. It was nothing special, but it was comfortable, and it suited the weather just fine. No need to overthink it, and yet he did. He went through his whole closet, trying on different outfits and posing in front of the mirror, only for him to put back on his original outfit.

The hours crawled by, each minute feeling longer than the last. He kept checking the time on his phone, only to find it had barely moved. Restless, he lounged around the house, trying to distract himself but failing horribly.

He had decided to write in his journal, figuring it would help pass the time- and it did. His alarm went off at exactly 6:30 pm, scaring him half to death, but exciting him at the same time. He basically flies out of the house, grabbing his car keys and rushing to the car. The roads were basically clear, giving him the ability to arrive at Mazzys in record time.

Just like Tuesday, he walks into the comforting coffee shop, smiling and waving as a few people greet him. He finds the booth he claimed as his empty, making his way over and settling down.

He waits to order, figuring that when Cider is done with her set, the two of them could enjoy a drink with each other.

But that never came.

He thought she was running late at first, but as time went on, he began to think otherwise. Maybe she was just being nice to him on Tuesday. Maybe she didn't want to see him again. The butterflies and fireworks he felt in his stomach turned into moths and thunder, a sad feeling settling in his chest.

He felt as if everyone was looking at him, knowing and laughing that he was stood up. Not wanting to wallow in his embarrassment, he stands up and leaves, keeping his head down in the process.

Despite how the day had gone off track, he couldn’t shake his sense of eagerness. Something in him refused to give up— his hope clung stubbornly, even in the face of disappointment.

So what did he do?

He went to Mazzys again on Saturday.

On Sunday.

On Monday.

On Tuesday.

Each day he returned, hope flickering stubbornly in his chest, only to be dimmed a little more with every visit. What began as quiet optimism slowly crumbled into something bitter. Eventually, he stopped going. He felt foolish for showing up day after day, chasing a moment that clearly wasn’t meant to be. The sadness that had settled in his chest hardened into frustration, then resentment. He hated that he’d let himself believe in something sparked by a stranger. Hated that someone so random could leave him feeling this hollow.

"Well, did she seem into you?" Nate questions as they walk up to the front door of his home. Matt sighs and runs his free hand through his hair, proceeding to use his other to carry in the groceries.

"I-i don't know? I mean I thought so...It seemed like we clicked well, and she seemed up for the idea of hanging out." They set the groceries down in the kitchen, starting to put them away. "I honestly wouldn't even dwell on it then man. There are plenty of women out there, why fret on her? It's her loss, honestly."

"Yeah... you're right."

However, what Matt didn’t know was that Cider hadn’t stood him up.

She had every intention of meeting him—she really did. But the force of Mother Nature had other plans. Despite downing ibuprofen and cranking her heating pad up to the highest setting, it just wasn’t enough. The cramps were brutal, leaving her bedridden, curled into a ball. Every attempt to stand brought a fresh wave of nausea that knocked her right back down.

She felt awful.

The guilt ate at her, swirling through her thoughts like a storm. She wished she’d gotten his number—or even just his last name—so she could find him on social media and send an apology, maybe explain what had happened.

By Wednesday morning, the five-day nightmare had finally passed. She wiped and saw clean toilet paper—no more blood. Practically jumping for joy, she got ready in record time and bolted downstairs, heading straight into Mazzys.

"Kat!" Cider called out, waving enthusiastically at the brown-haired barista as she rushed up to the counter, eyes shining bright with urgency.

Kat glanced up from the register, already starting to smile. "Hey, feeling be— Has anyone come looking for me?" Cider cut her off, practically bouncing on her toes.

Kat blinked, thrown off. "Looking for you?"

"Yeah! I, um... I had a date—well, not a date, more like... okay, whatever. A guy. About yay high, brown hair—kind of curly but messy? Blue eyes. His name’s Matt?"

Recognition flickered in Kat’s eyes as she slowly began to nod. "Yeah... yeah, actually, he’s been coming in the past few days. I was wondering why he kept sitting in the corner booth, just kind of... waiting. Then leaving without ordering anything."

Cider’s face lit up and crumpled all at once. Kat tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "So... you had a date with him?"

"Technically, no. It was just two people hanging out... as friends..." She waved her hands, flustered about the idea of it being an actual date.

"Right..." Kat said with a smirk. "Well, you just missed him. He was in not that long ago."

Cider’s head whipped toward the door, scanning the street like she might spot him walking by.

"Did he say where he was going?" she asked, urgency creeping into her voice once more as she tapped the wooden countertop with her fingers.

"Said something about a park," Kat replied, grabbing a cloth to wipe down the counter. "Didn’t say which one, though."

Cider stood frozen for a moment, her brain flipping through every possibility at lightning speed. Then, without warning, she darted toward the side exit of Mazzys, startling Kat behind the counter.

"I’ll be right back! Two muffins and a jug of cider—please!" she shouted over her shoulder before disappearing through the door and scrambling up the cluttered stairs to her apartment.

She burst inside and made a beeline for the linen closet, yanking open the door and digging frantically through the mess of blankets and storage bins. After a few chaotic minutes, she finally pulled out what she’d been looking for:

A picnic basket.

Within seconds, she was back downstairs, breathless, slapping a crumpled handful of dollar bills on the counter. She grabbed the muffins, stuffed them into the basket, and dashed outside, circling around the building and jumping into her car—a vintage, burnt-orange Bronco, lovingly restored with modern upgrades.

As she drove, she made a few quick pit stops—grabbing odds and ends, things she thought might matter—but her focus never wavered.

“What park, what park, what park?” she muttered under her breath, her fingers tapping the steering wheel as her eyes flicked between signs and exits. There were several parks nearby, each one peaceful, secluded, and very... Matt.

She tried three. No luck.

At each one, she asked people—always the same description: brown hair, messy curls, blue eyes, leather satchel. And every time, she got the same response: a polite shake of the head and a quiet apology.

Her hope was starting to fade, but she wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet.

One last park.

This one was more tucked away, less manicured. A preserve, really. Trees stretched toward the sky in every direction, their leaves burning brilliant shades of red and orange. The air felt quieter here, like the world had slowed down. Deer grazed lazily in the distance. Squirrels darted through fallen leaves. Rabbits hopped along unbothered, unafraid.

It was one of her favorite places.

She stepped out of the Bronco, her Converse crunching on the soft dirt path, and began to walk. For minutes, she followed the winding trail before veering off, figuring if Matt was anywhere, he wouldn't be sticking to the main path.

Eventually, she reached the edge of a wide, still pond. She stopped there, catching her breath, taking it all in—the colors, the silence, the softness of the world around her.

Then, across the pond, she saw someone crouching down, snapping photos. Even from a distance, she recognized the worn leather satchel slung over his shoulder.

Her eyes lit up.

“Matt!” she shouted, voice ringing out across the water, full of hope and adrenaline.

Matt didn’t hear her enthusiastic shouts—her voice was lost to the wind and the constant chatter of the birds. Focused, he kept his eye pressed to the viewfinder, capturing the way the golden light danced across the leaves.

When he finally pulled back to review the shot, something unusual caught his attention.

A figure.

Blurry, off to the side, but unmistakably there.

He looked up, eyes scanning across the pond.

His brows knit together in confusion and curiosity as he spotted someone on the far bank, waving their arms wildly and jumping up and down like a lunatic.

He strained to hear over the rustling trees and birdsong.

“Matt... wait... there... hold!”

He blinked, stunned—and then the figure turned and vanished back into the preserve, swallowed by the trees.

He stared at the spot across the pond, confusion flickering in his eyes, a ripple of unease settling in his chest. Slowly, he rose to his feet, fingers tightening around his camera. He took a cautious step back, then turned fully and began to walk away, the gravel crunching softly under his shoes.

Just as he stepped onto the main path, a body collided into his. Both gasped in surprise, stumbling backward from the sudden impact.

“Oh my god, I’m so—” Cider’s apology cut short as she looked up, recognition lit up her face instantly. “Oh! It’s you!”

Her smile spread wide and bright, the kind that came from pure relief.

Matt.

But Matt didn’t return it.

He stared at her in silence, confusion etched across his features—alongside something colder. His eyes held a flicker of hurt, hardened into something that looked a lot like resentment.

“What are you doing here?” he asked flatly, his voice void of warmth. His expression was unreadable.

Cider’s smile faltered, but she still managed a quiet reply. “I was looking for you…”

“Crazy,” he said sharply, “because I was looking for you at the coffee shop for five days—and you were nowhere to be found.”

Her fingers gripped the woven handle of the picnic basket tighter. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the guilt pressing heavier on her chest now that she could see the disappointment behind his anger.

“I-I”

Matt cut her off before she could explain. “Look, if you didn’t want to hang out, you shouldn’t have asked me to in the first place.”

“But I did— I do wan—” she stammered, but he shook his head, already brushing past her and heading down the trail, his strides fast and final.

“Just forget it. It’s stupid to even talk about now.”

“Matt, wait—please—just let me explain!”

She followed after him, voice rising with each step, but he didn’t turn around. He didn’t slow down. It was like her words bounced off of him, unheard and unwelcome.

Finally, she stopped, her worn-out Converse digging into the dirt path as frustration and desperation reached a boiling point.

“I was on my period, Matt!”

An awkward silence followed her words, thick and lingering. Cider’s cheeks flushed with heat as Matt came to a stop. He slowly turned around, blinking at her like his brain was struggling to process the sentence.

“Your… period?” he repeated, clearing his throat awkwardly. His eyes darted everywhere—trees, dirt, sky—anywhere but her face.

Cider pressed her lips together and gave a small nod, rocking back and forth on her feet. “Yeah...Cramps, nausea, the whole package.”

Matt stared for a moment longer, processing. Then, hesitantly: “So… you didn’t just ghost me? You’re not making this up?”

She raised an eyebrow, deadpan. “Do you want to see my period app?”

The tips of Matt’s ears turned bright red. He coughed and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly flustered.

“Nah, nah… it’s—it’s good. I believe you.”

She takes a few steps closer to him, her voice softer now. "Good, because I did want to hang out with you..." She lifts the basket next to her head, a playful glint in her eyes.

"...And I plan on doing that today, if you'll let me."

Matt's figure, once tense and distant, begins to soften. His eyes flicker toward the basket, and for a moment, he looks almost relieved.

"Yeah... that sounds good."

And good it was.

They set up the picnic blanket with an easy familiarity, immediately diving into the spread of food and snacks Cider had picked up before her search for him. The impromptu picnic felt effortless, the energy between them light, just like the first time they met last week.

They laughed and talked over glasses of cider, Matt even sharing a few pictures he’d taken that morning.

“These are really good, like actually,” she said, her voice genuine. “I’m not just saying that because you’re here.” She leaned in a little closer, her arm and shoulder brushing against his.

“Thanks... it means a lot,” he says softly.

As the golden hour approaches, a warm glow blankets the park. The air feels calmer, quieter, as if time itself slows for a moment. They decide to pack up, with Matt helping her put everything back into the basket. Together, they head down the main trail, walking side by side toward the parking lot.

“I’m sorry, by the way... I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up,” Matt says quietly, his voice tinged with guilt.

Cider shakes her head, not wanting him to feel bad for emotions she believes are valid.

“No, no, no. Don’t apologize. You had every right to be upset with me.”

Matt shifts uncomfortably, his words coming out almost like a shield. “Yeah, well... it wasn’t like this was a date or anything…”

Even though he’s the one who spoke the words, a dull ache forms in his chest. Cider feels it too, a quiet tug of something unspoken. But neither of them acknowledges it. Instead, they let the moment pass, both brushing it off as they continue walking.

“There was no reason to be mad,” Matt says, his voice quiet as they reach the edge of the parking lot. “Especially knowing it was because of your—” He trails off, gesturing vaguely with his hands, clearly referring to her period.

Cider snorts softly, amused by his awkwardness, and keeps walking toward her Bronco.

“I just feel guilty,” he continues. “This is the second time I’ve been a dick to you... and the second time you’ve gone out of your way to make up for it.”

Seeing the tension still in his shoulders, she does what she does best—defuse it with humor.

“Got cheated out of my payback drink twice. A damn right shame.”

To sell the bit, she stomps her foot and swings her arm dramatically in a cartoonish ‘darn’ motion. Matt can’t help but crack a smile, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. He licks them once, then glances at her.

“Well... the offer still stands. How about I buy you a drink tomorrow?”

She smiles, nodding as she reaches into her back pocket for a lighter and a weathered box of Marlboro Reds.

“That works for me. And I promise I won’t stand you up this time.”

They both burst into laughter, the once awkward memory now something they could actually joke about—a shared inside joke rather than a sore spot.

As the laughter fades, Cider slips a cigarette between her lips, shielding the tip with her hand as she lights it. The golden light catches in her hair, smoke curling upward into the fading sky.

Something about the moment catches Matt’s eye. Without thinking, he reaches into his satchel, pulling out his camera. He steps back slightly and lifts it to his face.

“What are you—?”

“Taking a picture of you,” he says, grinning behind the lens.

Cider usually hated having her picture taken. She was the type to duck out of frame the moment a camera came up, always dodging lenses and flashes like they were spotlights she hadn’t agreed to step into. But with Matt, it felt different.

There was something in the way he looked at her through the viewfinder—like he wasn’t trying to capture a posed version of her, but the real one. The one in motion. The one laughing mid-sentence, lighting a cigarette with the last of the sun behind her, existing without trying to perform.

He didn’t shoot her like everyone else did—for show, for some curated memory that never really happened. Matt just seemed... eager to catch her as she was. And somehow, that made it okay.

He takes a few shots, the shutter clicking softly in the quiet. Then he lowers the camera, eyes scanning the screen. A smile tugs at his lips as he scrolls through the photos.

Cider leans in, trying to peek. “Hey, let me see!”

Matt immediately angles the camera away from her, grinning like a kid guarding a secret.

“No looking just yet!”

“Oh, come on! I want to see how they turned out!”

He shakes his head, smug as ever, and powers the camera off with a dramatic flourish before slipping it back into his satchel.

“Nope. You’ll have to wait until I edit them. Patience is a virtue.”

Cider rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed. She flicks the ash off her cigarette, exhaling smoke through a crooked smirk.

“Well, get to editing tonight. I better see them tomorrow,” she says, giving him a pointed look.

“Yes ma’am…” Matt grins, then hesitates just a beat before adding, “Speaking of tomorrow—just to make sure you don’t flake on me again… can I get your number?”

Cider raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? You don’t trust me now?”

“Hey, I’ve learned my lesson. Insurance is important.” He teases her, giving a playful, pointed look that earns an eye roll and a smirk in return.

The golden skies that had lit up the park now fade into a dusky blue. A few lampposts near the trail flicker on, casting gentle pools of light across the path.

“Well, I think that’s my cue to head back and get ready for bed,” Cider says as she finishes the last drag of her cigarette, flicking it away and crushing it under her Converse.

Matt nods. “Yeah… I should probably head out too.”

They stand there for a moment, the silence settling in—not heavy, just uncertain. Both of them shift, glancing at each other, then away. A shared awkwardness hovers between them as they try to figure out what to do next—hug? handshake? a wave?

Cider shuffles her feet, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets. “Sooo…”

Matt lets out a quiet breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I’ll, uh… see you tomorrow?”

She nods. “Tomorrow.”

They exchange one last look—something warm and lingering—before finally turning in opposite directions towards their respective cars, the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet filling the space they didn’t quite know how to close.

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VA Health and Benefits App: A Must-Have for Veterans

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leevallc · 5 months ago

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mwinor · 2 months ago

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School AU Headcanons with Theodore Nott

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Theodore Nott is that guy who doesn’t try to be the center of attention — but somehow ends up there anyway. Always dressed neatly but never flashy. There’s something quietly refined about him, like he was born in a coat and with sarcasm in his pocket.

Theodore Nott smart without the stress. Teachers respect him. Not because he’s a try-hard, but because he always knows what to say and when to say it. He doesn’t stress over tests, “I’ll either pass or find a way to talk my way through it.”

Theodore Nott will casually score three goals in PE, then shrug like it’s nothing. Coaches try to recruit him every semester. He always says no. “I’m not into uniforms or shouting.”

Theodore Nott will end up doing everything himself because he doesn’t trust people to get it right. Unless you’re in the group — then he’ll give you half the control without question. Trust is rare with him, but you’ve earned it.

Theodore Nott has the most organized chaos of a locker. There’s a book on psychology, gum, spare headphones, a mini first-aid kit, and a crumpled drawing he once made of you (but he’ll never admit that’s who it is).

Theodore Nott is surprisingly domestic. He’ll fix your broken phone case with superglue. He knows how to cook eggs five different ways. You once caught him ironing his shirt before school — shirtless, earbuds in, focused. It took you a minute to recover.

Theodore Nott has old-soul habits. Writes in pen. Hates texting. Loves real books. He has a chess app but prefers real boards. And sometimes he talks about the future like he already lived part of it.

Theodore Nott is the one who always remembers your schedule. You forget your locker combo? He remembers. That biology test you were nervous about? He brings you your favorite snack the morning of. You never told him the date — he just knew.

Theodore Nott’s handwriting is ridiculously neat. Not because he cares what people think—it’s just how he processes information. He claims messy notes. “give him anxiety.”

Theodore Nott is the kind of guy who remembers random facts forever. Ask him when the French Revolution started—he’ll know. Also knows weird facts like how jellyfish don’t have brains or that bananas are berries. It’s weirdly charming.

Theodore Nott doesn't need to be liked — but he is. Somehow, despite not trying to fit in, people respect him. Even those who say “he’s kind of weird” still want him on their project team or sit near him during lectures.

Theodore Nott doesn’t wear cologne — but still smells nice. It’s just his laundry detergent and something natural about him. Someone once asked what he wore and he just blinked and said, “Soap?”

Theodore Nott doodles in margins when bored — mostly patterns and geometric shapes. You once caught a tiny, perfect sketch of a raven in his notebook. When you complimented it, he just flipped the page without a word — but his ears turned red.

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the underdog 𖦹 CL16

PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x fencer!leclerc!reader , f1 grid x fencer!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY: despite being a talented fencer, you were still considered as an underdog, but you are here to prove everyone wrong.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: it’s my first time doing something like this, and i apologize on my dry humor…but i hope you still enjoy this though.

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect to the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: typos

FACE CLAIM: maxine esteban and others on pinterest, but mostly maxine esteban.

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ynleclerc 2022-2023 was one hell of a ride.

This past year has been a never ending whirlwind of challenges and triumphs. From the devastating ACL tear and the subsequent surgery that threatened my fencing career to the grueling recovery process that tested my limits, it has been a journey of resilience, determination, and unwavering support. After six months of rehabilitation, I am beyond thrilled to share that I have received medical clearance to return to competitive sports.

However, that’s not all. I have been keeping this secret for a while now, one that I have cherished and guarded closely, even from my family. Today, I am proud to announce that I am switching my fencing nationality from Italy to Monaco. This decision has been a deeply personal and emotional one, driven by my love to Monaco, my home, and the desire to represent Monaco on the global stage.

I owe a debt of gratitude to my former team for shaping me into the athlete I am today. Now, as I embark on this new chapter representing Monaco, I carry with me the lessons and memories that have defined my journey so far.

Je suis heureux (se) de vous annoncer mon changement de nationalité sportive, passant de l'Italie à Monaco. C'est une décision qui me remplit de fierté et d'un profond sentiment d'appartenance. Merci à tous ceux qui ont rendu cela possible et qui continuent à me soutenir dans cette nouvelle aventure 🙌🏻

I am thrilled for what lies ahead and am setting my sights on qualifying for Paris 2024. Together, let's write the next chapter of this incredible journey. Merci infiniment. 🇲🇨🤺❤️

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ynleclerc Merci maman pour ton soutien sans fin!! Je t'aime tellement!! 😭❤️

username1 OUR FAVORITE LECLERC REPRESENTING MONACO!! 🙌🏻

username2 OMG imagine if y/n won a medal in the Paris 2024, she’ll be the first one to win a medal for Monaco in the olympics!! 😭❤️

username3 charles winning the monaco gp and y/n winning the olympics 2024, imagine the POWER. prince and princess of Monaco 👏🏻

username4 MANIFESTING PARIS 2024!! 🗣️

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charles_leclerc I can’t believe that I’ll find out this amazing news online?! Félicitations à notre petite sœur! Je sais que tu vas faire des merveilles, tu es une formidable escrimeuse. Il n'y a aucun doute que tu te qualifieras pour Paris 2024! Nous t'aimons tellement ❤️ ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc tbf, i never told a single soul abt this, and it was really hard keeping it from you guys!!! But thank you so much, charlieee 🥺❤️ ♥︎ liked by charles_leclerc

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username5 i’m a new fan of f1 and i just found out that charles has a younger sister?!

username6 yes! she’s the youngest of the leclercs and she’s a fencer!! there’s a thread about her on the x app!!!

haterusername1 she’s gonna be losing left and right. italy is at the top of the game when it comes to fencing, this transfer is literally a bad move for her lmao can’t wait to see her lose lol

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ynleclerc new season, same dream. 🤺🇲🇨 let’s go! ❤️🔥

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pascale.leclerc.355 Je suis tellement excitée, mon cher! Faisons honneur à nous-mêmes et à Monaco! 🇲🇨💕 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc Merci maman, je t'aime!! ❤️

landonorris PARIS 2024 HERE WE COME!! ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc hold your horses there, norris. i have yet to win the championships 😂

landonorris already claiming and manifesting it

username7 OLYMPIAN Y/N LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

username8 MANIFESTING SO HARD FOR THE QUALIFYING

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username10 NOT Y/N LIKING THE COMMENT 😭😭😭

username9 QUEEN I- 😭😭😭

haterusername2 she’ll be demolished by the other fencing team, knowing that the monaco’s fencing team are weak. haven’t even won any medals in the olympics lol, as if she’ll be able to qualify in the Paris 2024 🤥🫠

haterusername3 totally agree! not all these people hyping her up just bc she is some famous person’s sister. tbh, her fencing is literally average.

username10 omfg shut up you boomers. bet a hundred bucks that you cant’t even do what she does LMFAO speaking as if you have fenced in your whole life.

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ynusername supporting my fav ferrari bros charles_leclerc & carlossainz55 before heading off to Cairo. Forza Ferrari! ❤️

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scuderiaferrari it was such an honor to be graced by your presence, our favorite ferrari girl! ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc I had a very amazing time. thank you, ferrari! ❤️

landonorris WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU’LL BE ATTENDING THE GP 😭 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc SORRY I FORGOT TO TELL YOU OMG 😭 I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU NEXT TIME!!

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ynleclerc i’m so sorry my nephew 😔💔

oscarpiastri we’re the same age 😐

ynleclerc but you’re my bro’s child 😔 btw, say hi to lily for me!! miss hanging out with her.

oscarpiastri will do 👍🏻 lilyzneimer y/n says hi and told me that she missed hanging out with you

username11 OSCAR WTF 😭😭😭

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scuderiaferrari back off sis, she’s ours ✋🏻😐

username12 not ferrari and mclaren fighting for her in the comsec 😭

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fencing_fie On her way to Paris 2024, ynleclerc is inspiring the next generation in 🇲🇨

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ynusername I can’t stop crying. We did it kids.

OFFICIALLY QUALIFIED FOR THE PARIS OLYMPICS 🇲🇨🥹❤️

Qualifying for the Paris 2024 Olympics is another check in my list, and representing Monaco makes it even more special. This journey has been long. Series of heartbreaks and tears, some milestones…but whatever happens, I am happy and thankful to be where I am right now and meet such wonderful people around the world.

To my family. Maman, Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur, thank you for never giving up on me and my dreams. For sticking with me through thick and thin, especially during the challenging times after my ACL tear and surgery, I know that I was unbearable that that time, crying 24/7 because I kept on thinking that it might be the end of my career, but your love and encouragement has been my strength. To my medical team, thank you for pushing me in getting back on my feet and giving me chance to chase my dreams once again.

Le plus beau des rêves se réalise aujourd’hui. Merci à tous pour votre soutien. Je suis prêt pour ce nouveau chapitre!

Love, y/n 🤍

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scuderiaferrari CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR FAV FERRARI GIRL!!! ❤️🔥

ynleclerc thank you, admin 🥺❤️

lilymhe i know that i might be beheaded by my own country, BUT FUCK IT LETS GO MONACO!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

username13 OMF LILY 😭😭😭

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username10 how are we feeling today? better prepare your eyebrow username9

username9 already prepared and accepted that i’ll be shaving my eyebrows ✊🏻

ynleclerc tag me when you do it…JK pls don’t!! i don’t want your mom to be angry at me 😭

username9 OMSJDJEJDJWKDK

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username14 BOOKED MY FLIGHT TO PARIS FOR THE OLYMPICS, CANT WAIT

username15 MOTHER.

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charles_leclerc I can’t believe it, our petite soeur just qualified at Paris 2024!

Remember when you first picked up a fencing foil, nearly took out the living room lamp and maman getting angry 😂 all of us knew that you are destined for greatness right then and there (or at least destined to break a lot of household items). Fast forward to today, screaming your heart out in victory, making us all incredibly proud!

I’m so excited to see you compete in Paris 2024. I know you’ll do great. Congratulations, superstar! You made us all proud. Let’s get ready for Paris!

OUR BABY SISTER MADE IT TO THE OLYMPICS!

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username16 PRINCE AND PRINCESS OF MONACO! 🇲🇨

username17 charles and y/n making monaco proud!! 😭❤️

username18 the moment y/n wins the olympics, prepare to be sick of me. PREPARE TO BE SICK OF ME!!!!!

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mostlysignssomeportents · 2 years ago

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An Epic antitrust loss for Google

A jury just found Google guilty on all counts of antitrust violations stemming from its dispute with Epic, maker of Fortnite, which brought a variety of claims related to how Google runs its app marketplace. This is huge:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/11/technology/epic-games-google-antitrust-ruling.html

The mobile app store world is a duopoly run by Google and Apple. Both use a variety of tactics to prevent their customers from installing third party app stores, which funnels all app makers into their own app stores. Those app stores cream an eye-popping 30% off every purchase made in an app.

This is a shocking amount to charge for payment processing. The payments sector is incredibly monopolized and notorious for its price-gouging – and its standard (wildly inflated) rate is 2-5%:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/04/owning-the-libs/#swiper-no-swiping

Now, in theory, Epic doesn't have to sell in Google Play, the official Android app store. Unlike Apple's iOS, Android permit both sideloading (installing an app directly without using an app store) and configuring your device to use a different app store. In practice, Google uses a variety of anticompetitive tricks to prevent these app stores from springing up and to dissuade Android users from sideloading. Proving that Google's actions – like paying Activision $360m as part of "Project Hug" (no, really!) – were intended to prevent new app storesfrom springing up was a big lift for Epic. But they managed it, in large part thanks to Google's own internal communications, wherein executives admitted that this was exactly why Project Hug existed. This is part of a pattern with Big Tech antitrust: many of the charges are theoretically very hard to make stick, but because the companies put their evil plans in writing (think of the fraudulent crypto exchange FTX, whose top execs all conferred in a groupchat called "Wirefraud"), Big Tech keeps losing in court:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/03/big-tech-cant-stop-telling-on-itself/

Now, I do like to dunk on Big Tech for this kind of thing, because it's objectively funny and because the companies make so many unforced errors. But in an important sense, this kind of written record is impossible to avoid. Any large institution can only make and enact policy through administrative systems, and those systems leave behind a paper-trail: memos, meeting minutes, etc. Yes, we all know that quote from The Wire: "Is you taking notes on a fucking criminal conspiracy?" But inevitably, any ambitious conspiracy can only exist if someone is taking notes.

What's more, any large conspiracy involving lots of parties will inevitably produce leaks. Think of this as the corollary to the idea that the moon landing can't be a hoax, because there's no way 400,000 co-conspirators could keep the secret. Big Tech's conspiracies required hundreds or even thousands of collaborators to keep their mouths shut, and eventually someone blabs:

https://www.science.org/content/article/fake-moon-landing-you-d-need-400000-conspirators

This is part of a wave of antitrust cases being brought against the tech giants. As Matt Stoller writes, the guilty-on-all-counts jury verdict will leak into current and future actions. Remember, Google spent much of this year in court fighting the DoJ, who argued that the company bribed Apple not to make a competing search engine, paying tens of billions every year to keep a competitor from emerging. Now that a jury has convinced Google of doing that to prevent alternative app stores from emerging, claims that it used these pay-for-delay tactics in other sectros get a lot more credible:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/boom-google-loses-antitrust-case

On that note: what about Apple? Epic brought a very similar case against Apple and lost. Both Apple and Epic are appealing that case to the Supreme Court, and now that Google has been convicted in a similar case, it might prompt the Supremes to weigh in and resolve the seeming inconsistencies in the interpretation of federal law.

This is a key moment in the long project to wrest antitrust away from the pro-monopoly side, who spent decades "training" judges to produce verdicts that run counter to the plain language of America's antitrust law:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/13/post-bork-era/#manne-down

There's 40 years' worth of bad precedent to overturn. The good news is that we've got the law on our side. Literally, the wording of the laws and the records of the Congressional debate leading to their passage, all militate towards the (incredibly obvious) conclusion that the purpose of anti-monopoly law is to fight monopoly, not defend it:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/14/aiming-at-dollars/#not-men

It's amazing to realize that we got into this monopoly quagmire because judges just literally refused to enforce the law. That's what makes one part of the jury verdict against Google so exciting: the jury found that Google's insistence that Play Store sellers use its payment processor was an act of illegal tying. Today, "tying" is an obscure legal theory, but few doctrines would be more useful in disenshittifying the internet. A company is guilty of illegal tying when it forces you to use unrelated products or services as a condition of using the product you actually want. The abandonment of tying led to a host of horribles, from printer companies forcing you to buy ink at $10,000/gallon to Livenation forcing venues to sell tickets through its Ticketmaster subsidiary.

The next phase of this comes when the judge decides on the penalty. Epic doesn't want cash damages – it wants the judge to order Google to fulfill its promise of "an open, competitive Android ecosystem for all users and industry participants." They've asked the judge to order Google to facilitate third-party app stores, and to separate app stores from payment processors. As Stoller puts it, they want to "crush Google’s control over Android":

https://www.epicgames.com/site/en-US/news/epic-v-google-trial-verdict-a-win-for-all-developers

Google has sworn to appeal, surprising no one. The Times's expert says that they will have a tough time winning, given how clear the verdict was. Whatever this means for Google and Android, it means a lot for a future free from monopolies.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/12/im-feeling-lucky/#hugger-mugger

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Make The Neighbor's Know My Name - ERWIN SMITH x F! READER SMUT

MDNI 18+

What happens when your hot, (divorced) older neighbor just can't help himself?

wc: 5.5k (sorry!)

cw: SMUT, porn w plot, Modern!AU, age gap, mentions of shitty fathers, DADDY KINK (again, sorry i just know he has one), cursing, p in v, oral on both ends, squirting, general nastiness, breeding kink lol

a/n: wow had sm fun writing this. also this may be tmi scroll if u dont care but shoutout to the dude who made me s****t for the first time i was reminded ab you when writing this, hes a whole dad now lifes crazy

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Erwin Smith is an established man. He has a nice house and a good job-one where he got his hands dirty and worked his way up for years before becoming the boss. He works out on a weekly basis, eats (somewhat) healthy and can (again somewhat) cook. He is clean and well kept, educated and respected in his community. Kids love him, so do dogs and the elderly. With a politeness often associated with much different times and a beautiful, piercing set of blue eyes, he is damn dear perfect. On all accounts-a wonderful man.

So, it puzzles many that he lives in such a nice four bedroom all alone. It was not always like this; he used to be married. Had a sweet little housewife that got to stay home and do what she pleased. But it seems that freedom got to her head, overzealous with how much she could get away with-unfortunately it did not take many years of marriage to understand that it was never going to work. All it took was Erwin working a few months of overtime to push her into the arms of another man, one she claimed would give her more attention than he ever did. Perhaps he had neglected her a bit, let his job take over his life for a while. But it was all for her! So, they could have even more stability and possibly even become ready to start a family.

Nowadays he thanks God they never had a child together. And after the dull ache that was getting cheated on, the divorce, the court process that ensued afterward-the man was convinced that he was better off alone. He could accept that truth. There was no need to go chasing a feeling he had already experienced.

But that is not to say that he does not get any action. He is a man after all and they have needs, he surely does. He is no stranger to going out and chatting up nice women, taking them out on a few dates and making them feel special only to break it off when things get serious. It's a pattern at this point. His friends (employees) tell him he should drop the good guy act and just fuck shamelessly. Skip the formalities and go straight to the good part. Just be honest, it is arguably better than whatever the hell he is doing.

He considers it for about a week, even thinks about downloading an app so the opportunity is always there at his convenience. He knows he is a good-looking man who has much to offer, the matches will certainly come in.

That was until he becomes distracted by you. A cute little twenty something that moves directly across the street from him. He watched from both the windows of his home to the security camera which conveniently already faces your house. You had a few other younger girls helping you, two guys and neither seemed to be your boyfriend so that was a plus. And when he left to go get drinks, truck keys in hand-acting like he was not staring directly at you behind the shade of sunglasses you were bold enough to be the one to utter the first word.

It was after a few giggles of your girlfriends, who were also checking him out, but he was more focused on you. Hoping it would indeed be you that was moving in. "Hi neighbor!"

One of the girls slaps you lightly, mostly surprised you were actually bold enough to call out to the hot dilf across the street that's probably married. But he waves and says hello back before stepping into the large truck and driving off. They laugh as you stand there for a while, the wheels in your head turning.

You've always had a thing for older guys.

You soon come to learn he is not a dilf but the sentiment is there. It begs to argue the question, does a man really need to have a child to be a dilf? It may be in the title, but you see it more as a state of mind. And you also learn that he is divorced, he lives alone actually. Except for the golden retriever you often see accompanying him on runs.

You can thank the nosy old lady that lives next door for all of this top-secret information. It reminds you to accept her invites inside for tea often, you feel like you've met the whole neighborhood thanks to her gossip.

For the first month and a half your interactions with the man are mostly basic. Friendly 'hello's' and small little waves before the two of you leave for work in the mornings.

The first time you have an actual conversation is when you are bold enough to knock on his front door one Sunday morning. You know he is awake because he has already gone for his morning run. The sight of your new sexy neighbor all sweaty in his compression top and gym shorts has now become a part of your weekend routine. You wouldn't miss it for anything.

His hair is wet from the shower he just finished, still slightly dripping onto the thin material of his shirt. You swallow hard, trying to not get lost in the sea of muscle staring straight at you. You look up at him. He is more than twice your size.

You want to climb him like a tree.

"H-hi Mr. Smith so sorry to bother! I heard you own a construction company and well-I have this stupid door coming off the hinges! And I'd do it myself, but I suck at stuff like that! And I'd hate to hire someone to come all the way out here for something so small" You are visibly nervous, fidgeting and playing with your hands as you find it hard to maintain eye contact. He is just so fucking hot you cannot trust yourself to not gawk at the sight of him. "Of course, I'd pay you too!"

You are so cute and helpless. A fucking door hinge? Surely you have at least one friend who could help out with something like that. But as you soon come to learn, Erwin Smith will never say no to you. "Nonsense, no need to pay me. I'm always free to help a neighbor out. Let me go grab my tools"

So, he does and follows you across the street. He definitely does not check out your ass in those tiny little shorts that lift up a bit when you walk. In your defense-it's your day off, you deserve to be comfy!

Your house is exactly what he expected it to be, cute and tidy. It smells nice and everything is so girly. Pink and creme colored decorations scattered about, shiny hardwood floors that he can tell you recently cleaned. Perhaps it was in preparation of him coming over. Of course, the door just happens to be the closet door in your bedroom, with all of your cute little clothes as you sit on your cute little bed and watch.

Fuck, for some unknown reason the man finds it hard to focus. Even as you make small talk, his mind is elsewhere. Stuck on the sweet smell of you, the way you sit looking so pure and innocent-legs dangling over the edge of the bed as you watch him, head curiously cocked to the side.

He feels like a pervert for imagining what you must do in that bed. How beautiful you must look in the mornings when you wake up feeling lazy, stuck between the sheets. Do you cuddle up with the singular fluffy stuffed animal at night? Do you take it off the bed before you fuck someone, or does it stay up there? Even more, how many men have you fucked in that bed?

He forces himself to snap out of it, silently scolding himself for being so crass. This is not very neighborly of him. You would likely be disgusted by his vulgar thoughts. Or maybe you would like it, you don't do much to hide the way you stare at him. Even before this day, it was quite obvious that you had a little crush on him.

Yet as the older, more mature adult in the situation he tells himself that he must not entertain the idea. He is eighteen years older than you. Children have been born and graduated high school in that amount of time. It's downright wrong and these intrusive thoughts need to be put to an end.

It was easier said than done, especially when he catches a glimpse of your pink lacy panties thrown about the closet. He thinks about the underwear for the remainder of his day, if he were a less respectable man, he would have pocketed the pair and took the home. But he would never, he only imagines he did.

Two days later you show up to his doorstep, with a nice homemade lasagna and the sweetest smile on your face to thank him. It is you that he wishes to devour instead. He even invites you inside to talk for a bit but keeps things fairly short. He considers opening up a bottle of wine but talks himself out of it. Remember, he promised himself he would not entertain the idea of you. Although it may be too late because he fucks his fist to the thought of you every night for the remainder of the week.

And one early morning at work, before any of his men have been sent out on jobs a few of them congregate around his desk. Engaging in small talk as they usually do, telling stories of girlfriends, wives, how drunk they go the other night, cars-the usual guy stuff.

"Boss! How're the apps treating you?! You get any action?" Eren, one of his younger employees cannot help but ask seeing as he was the one to suggest in the first place.

"For real! You haven't said shit since we made you download it" Connie walks in, hardhat in hand as the other one holds the phone his crazy girlfriend is currently blowing up. He ignores the calls and shoves it into his back pocket. "Don't hold out on us man I tell you everything!"

"I'm aware" Erwin cocks a rather judgmental eyebrow-there are many stories which would have been better off unheard. Things he would much rather forget.

And then he thinks of you-the only woman which has plagued his thoughts for close to two months now. He sighs, contemplating if it worth bringing up. His heart drops as the realization dawns on him that you are practically the same age as the two young men before him-younger actually. "Shit" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "There is...a woman. Not from an app, my neighbor actually"

"Ohhh your neighbor! So, you get to hit and just walk right back home?" Connie laughs and the man cannot help but roll his eyes. These two are definitely the wrong people to be discussing this with.

"We haven't done anything; I just find her attractive is all. Probably not the smartest idea to fool around with someone I run in to almost every day anyways"

"Why not? Saves you money and gas" Eren argues. "She live alone too?"

Erwin sighs because he has neglected to mention the most important detail. "Yes, she lives alone, apparently she inherited the house from her aunt"

"All I hear is a lonely lady who needs some company" Connie shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee. "What's stopping you?"

"She's quite young"

Eren and Connie could not be more excited that their usually reserved boss is opening up to them for once. After all of the talking they have done, it is his turn to ask for advice. "Erwin Smith you smooth motherfucker" The shorter man teases. "How young?"

"Last year of college young"

The men all but gasp, smiling excitedly as this is the juiciest piece of information they've heard in ages. They never would have expected it from a man who (with all respect) has a constant stick up his ass. "Younger than us?"

"......yes" He sighs ashamedly as the men whoop and holler. Rolling his eyes as they dap each other up as if they are the ones about to get laid.

"You better do it boss! Chicks these days are crazy. We can thank your generation for being such shitty fathers" He should expect such ignorant comments from someone like Jaeger, a guy who has been stringing his girl best friend along since childhood.

"Forget I even said anything" Smith stands up, grabbing a clipboard and few other necessities for the job site he will soon be off to. But he should know the two young men would persist.

"I say do it boss!" Eren encourages, pumping a fist into the air. "Do it! Do it!"

"Do it! Do it!" Connie joins in on the chanting, they follow the man out his office-ignoring the stares of their fellow colleagues. That is until their boss scolds them to get the hell to work. So, they do, retreating back to their trucks as Erwin stands in place in thought for a while.

They have given him much to think about.

He ponders the conversation for days afterwards. Every time he looks at you, when you have those short little conversations that keep his day going. Perhaps it would not be so bad, he hopes you aren't looking for anything serious. Or maybe he does, his mind remains undecided. It would not be so bad having a pretty young thing like you on his arm. But he is getting ahead of himself.

He talks to you more, striking up longer conversations whenever he gets the chance. You are very polite; he finds it sweet the way you cross your ankles and tuck your hands behind yourself whenever the two of you speak-almost as if you were nervous. For some reason, it makes him want you even more.

After weeks of much of the same behavior he decides he has had enough. It's not so bad, it's not like he knew you before you were an adult or anything. You are a grown woman who pays bills and provides for herself-you have your own house for Christ's sake! He needs to stop babying you, looking at you as if you are just some lost little girl. You have needs of your own. Needs he is more than certain he can meet. So, he invites you inside for drinks one Friday evening, you do not think about it for even a second before agreeing.

Sending a text to your girls about how you are finally going to fuck the hot man from across street, you shut off your phone. You want absolutely zero distractions during your visit, a plan of your own is in the works.

You drink his fancy wine and watch a movie on the couch, carefully maintaining a bit of distance between the two of you. You almost forgot how nervous he makes you, perhaps the liquid courage is what you need to get your act right.

"Come closer" He pats the spot beside him, and you hesitantly follow his orders, setting down the wine glass and closing the gap between the two of you. Your thighs are touching, hands awkwardly stuck on either side of you, the pace of your heartbeat quickens when the man slides an arm down and around your waist. "What's the matter? Am I making you uncomfortable?" He has to make sure before things go any further. Your stiff body language is telling him that perhaps he should slow down.

"Oh no! Never!" You shake your head, trying to ease into his touch. But you are still afraid to touch him yourself. "It's just......you're a bit intimidating"

He exhales a puff of air through his nose, clearly amused by your words. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, he speaks again. "Oh darling, I don't mean to be. What can I do to make you feel better?"

His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, it sends shivers somewhere else too. "I-I don't know" You laugh. "You're just so big and..... established. Have no idea what you're doing sitting here with a girl like me"

"Oh, don't say that" He turns his body a bit to face you better, arm still stuck in its place around you. He places the other hand on your knee, you remain painfully aware of its place. "I'm the one who should be questioning how I got such a pretty little thing sitting on my couch" You giggle, it makes him twitch in his pants. "I'm the lucky one here"

His hand slides up to your thigh, massaging the fat in a way that makes you burn with desire. A heat builds deep within you. "T-touch me please"

Oh, your sugary voice is driving him crazy; he had no idea he would be this into something like this, someone like you. He pulls you into his lap, hands dragging up and down either side of your body as he takes all of you in. He lets out a long sigh, hips shifting beneath you as his cock begins to harden at the feeling of your burning skin. He hooks his thumb beneath your shirt, looking up at you. "May I?"

You nod almost frantically before he pulls the fabric over your head. Facing a baby pink, lacy bralette-he is unable to stop the groan from leaving his lips. He kisses the uncaged skin beneath your breaths, inadvertently taking a deep breath in to get more of your syrupy scent. "You wear this for me?" He questions.

You nod shyly, trying to hide your face but he pulls it closer to look at him. A hand guides you to fill in the space between your faces, foreheads pressing together but he does not kiss you. Not yet anyways, he wants to tease you a bit first. "Use your words"

"Y-yes I wore it for you daddy" It was a shot in the dark, most men his age are into shit like that.

He groans again. Fuck. Eren was right, thanks to all the shitty fathers out there, yours included.

You laugh, finally gaining that bit of confidence you need to keep the teasing going. "Wanna see what else I put on for you?"

"Show me darling" His eyes follow your hand which goes down to unbutton your shorts, unzipping them a bit before hooking your thumb to pull them forward-giving him perfect sight of the cute little bow which sits atop your panties. The same pair he spotted in your closet all those months ago. If he wasn't hard before then he definitely was now, nearly bursting at the seams of his pants. And he chuckles, twitching in anticipation as your body rocks with his. "You planned this, didn't you? Dirty girl"

"Mhm" You laugh, hand running down his chest, you let your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt a bit. You are desperate to feel even more of him. "Did I do a good job?"

"So good princess" He confirms, kissing your chest again. "Let's go upstairs"

You agree, making sure to grab your shirt that you clutch to your chest, painfully aware of the fact you are the only one without a shirt on. But your worries are soon dissolved because Erwin sheds his own shirt the second the two of you reach his room, you sit on his large bed, taking him in all his glory. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of nothing but muscle and evidence of years of hard work, the dirty blonde happy trail you wish to see the end of.

He walks up to you, standing at the edge of the bed and you look up to him. You are eye level with the tent of his pants. He brings a hand to gently caress your face, words are not necessary to know what he wants. You're so sweet and obedient that you go to fumble with the zipper of his pants almost immediately. And when he springs out you have to stop your eyes from widening at the sheer size of him. You almost feel afraid again but you don't want him to know that-you seem naive enough already. You'd like to surprise him a bit.

You kiss the girthy tip as if it were his lips, sticking out your tongue to flick over the slit. You press an exaggerated closed mouth kiss to the tip before taking more of him in your mouth. He groans, throwing back his head as you make your way down inch-by-inch. When you reach the base you swallow, throat tightening around him as he looks down to watch you-mouth agape.

Your wide eyes look up at him gleefully, if you could smile you would. The wait for him was sooo worth it-you think as he looks down at you in what seems to be pure amazement. Brows scrunching as he groans as you choke on his length. A mess of saliva and tears as you bob your head up and down, you can feel when his tip makes it past a certain place in your throat, growing conscious of how deep he is reaching.

It hurts but you can't find it in yourself to stop, he looks so good. An absolute mess as his manly groans make you want to play with your pussy. But instead, you take it a step further, you need this man to remember you, to crave you for years afterwards just in case this never happens again. Although you hope it does. You wrap both arms around his thighs, bringing him deeper as he begins to fuck your mouth.

Erwin, who has stayed relatively quiet since then becomes a mess. "Ohh fuck-fuck! So good, gonna fuck this tight little throat.... good girl, good girl"

You moan at his nasty words, sounds of gagging and wet slaps play like a symphony. Until he pulls back once he realizes he was about to blow a massive load down your throat. No, he wants to save it.

He pulls out, strings of spit dripping from his cock as you gasp for air, wiping away the tears from your eyes and mess of liquid around your mouth. "Mmm" You moan. "Was it good daddy?"

"So good darling" He rubs his thumb over your now swollen lips. "You're doing such a good job for me"

He leans down to kiss you, finally. Fervently grabbing at your hair and hips as he makes his way onto the bed. You scoot back, lips never leaving his as he goes to pull off your shorts. Tongues pressing together in-sync, he stops for a moment to suck on yours-eliciting a small whimper from you. Your nails trace up and down his arms, lost in the feeling of his lips. You could stay this way for hours.

But he obviously would like to keep things going, pulling down your shorts all the way before going down to kiss you through the thin fabric. He makes out with your pussy through the lace, stopping to suckle and blow tiny bubbles on your throbbing clit.

"Fuck!" You squeal, bucking your hips into his face as he continues the teasing. His tongue going up and down, creating an even larger wet spot that takes up most of the area. "Pleeease daddy"

"No, you can wait" He scolds, going to kiss your thighs softly. "Be patient. I'd like to take my time with you, get you ready for my cock"

"Mhm" You nod yet your hips buckle up again. "S-sorry"

"It's okay princess" He coos, finally pulling your panties down completely. When he licks a stripe up your pussy you all but scream.

"Mmm yesss!"

He kisses your clit, sucking it before swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Your hips try to fuck his face, he lets it happen, diving deeper and deeper into your pussy. He sticks his tongue out and shakes his head side to side, moaning at the way you cry out-so receptive to his touch.

He moves down to fuck you with his tongue, you bump your clit against his nose, mouth open and eyes rolled to the back of your head in a pure state of bliss. You tug at his hair roughly, using it to guide you against him, so desperate for more. Your mind clouds with pleasure, mouth forming into an 'o' shape as your hips begin to stutter, breath catching in your throat. And when he pulls back to spit! on your pussy, not once or twice, but three times you think you have died and gone to heaven. With the addition of his fingers, and focusing the attention back to your clit, it is not long after that your release washes over you.

You exclaim out loud as your back arches off the bed, softly buckling down onto his tongue as he laps up all of your essence.

The both of you are panting as he comes back up to meet your lips. Tongue assaulting yours as you taste nothing but yourself on his tongue. That's the way it should be-you think. His painfully hard length presses into your stomach, you look down to see how deep it might go inside of you, but you look back up again when you start to feel scared of the stretch. You trust him, that is all that matters.

And before he can even ask if you want him to put a condom on or not, you grab his cock, sliding it down your folds and circling it around your clit. "Want you inside now daddy"

And who is he to ever say no to you? Seconds later he is pressing himself inside of you, thankful that he prepared you for it beforehand because it doesn't take very long for him to bottom out. "Ohh shit" He groans, pulling all the way out them slamming back in. "Fuck...you're so tight"

Your walls squeeze around him even more at his words, arms settling around his broad shoulders as you fight the urge to let your hips run away. He notices the way you pull back; he won't allow it. Bringing your bodies flush against one another, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, strong arms pulling you down onto him. You cry at the pressure, the way he is stabbing at you from inside, so deep you feel it might go out into your tummy. You squeal again, legs crossing over his back. "Erwin! Mmm, no no no, it hurts"

A stray tear falls from your eye, yet your hips begin to seek out his as you grow more accustomed to the stretch. "F-fuck" Your stomach begins to flutter.

"Oh shh shhh darling it's okay" He sounds so gentle, the complete opposite of the mean snap of his hips. "You want me to stop?" Another powerful thrust makes you let out a noise closer to a scream.

"No daddy please don't stop" You begin to claw at his back as he sets himself a pace, loud sounds of clapping begin to fill the room.

Your pussy is choking him, so slippery and needy. It sucks him in with each thrust, a 'slush' noise every time he pulls himself out. "So wet" The man gasps at the sight of all your juices splattered about. He needs to see more.

Pushing your knees into your chest and angling his hips a bit higher, he begins to drill into you at an unrelenting pace. A mix of saccharine moans fill the room, the sound of his headboard slamming against the wall. "Oh, oh oh! Erwin! Mmmm!" You sound so perfect, the sound of you moaning his name alone is enough to make him want to cum.

"Feels sooo good" Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he plows into you in a way that feels mechanical. In a way you have never felt before. He is so experienced, he knows all the right buttons to push, places to touch you and kiss. You are so mind numbingly stuck in a state of bliss that you almost feel lost. Like you could never crave another man after sleeping with him.

"Guys your age ever treat you like this?" He questions, now forcing your legs together with one arm and picking your hips up off the bed. Continuing his assault on your sweet little pussy that has made him go fucking stupid. He usually maintains a sense of composure when sleeping with new women, he knows what he enjoys may not be everyone's cup of tea but you, well you are the most perfect little slut he has ever met. "They fuck you this good?"

"No Erwin!" You cry out, gripping the sheets as he continues slamming into you. "You're the best! Fuck, Erwin! It's tooo much, feels weird"

Your hips twitch, he knows very well what this means. Oh, he needs it, he needs you to squirt all over him or else he will not be satisfied. "Erwin! Erwin!"

"Yeah, keep talking princess, make all the neighbors know my name, huh?" He goes down to toy with your clit, your hips attempt to squirm away. But the arm wrapped around your thighs ensure you stay in place. He pinches your clit, tip pushing against your g spot in a way that makes it hard to speak.

"Nonono, think I'm gonna pee" You shake your head frantically, trying to grab his arms and free yourself of his grip. But he will not allow it.

"Just let go" He orders, hair now sticking to his head as he shakes it back and forth. "Squirt all over daddy princess, I'll clean it up"

You finally reach your breaking point, breath so caught in your throat that your moan is almost silent, too high pitched to even be registered. Your hips and thighs are shaking, stomach quivering and you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy as he does not relent with his thrusts-close to a release of his own. When you squirt all over him, he whines stuck on the juices gushing out of you. His eyes squeeze shut as the image replays over and over again in his head, finally dropping your body back down to the mattress as he is almost where he needs to be. "Such a messy pussy" He moans into your skin, your body lays limp as you try to do something as simple as breathe.

It is hard when he snatches every little gasp out of you. But you can feel him twitching inside you, thrusts grow sloppy as you grab at his hair, your sensitive pussy being pushed to her brink. "Please please cum inside daddy. Fuckkk I need it! Wanna keep it inside all night and remember how good you made me feel"

Your dirty words are enough to push him over the edge, spilling into you and splaying your womb with his seed. Fuck, his dick belongs inside of you. So does his cum, he wants to do this every day when he comes home from work. In the mornings before he even gets out of bed. At night when before he goes to sleep. He wants you stuffed with him at all times. His cum spills out of you as he finally pulls out, dripping down your thighs.

He looks up at you with a mischievous look on his eyes. It feels unnatural to see such a composed man come undone, the way he eats you up with his eyes.

And you are staring at him like he is the most handsome man on the planet, well he kind of is. To you at least. You chuckle, you're in danger, never has a man made you feel this good before. He made you squirt the first time sleeping with you. Fuck, you're dickmatized.

"We should have done this a long time ago" He collapses into your chest, kissing whatever skin is available softy. He will clean you up in a bit, for now he needs to rest.

"Yes, we should have" You play with his hair before kissing the top of his head, making yourself quite comfortable in his sheets. You could get used to this.

And used to it, you become. Erwin is now a daily part of your routine, the same as sleeping and eating. Getting creampied by Erwin Smith was now the highlight of most of your days but it was not all purely physical. He took you out a few times, you even met a few of his coworkers one night over drinks. You spend the night at each other's houses and begin to go on morning runs together.

You suppose you should not be surprised when you end up pregnant several months later. Knocked up by your sexy older neighbor that you now consider to be your boyfriend. He even suggests the two of you get married, but you agree to wait for the baby to come along to see if that changes anything in your relationship.

Now, because of you, he will live up to his true potential as a dilf.

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