#I want to have a claire be nice and friendly to me in the ways she knows how to

[sweets3rial]

i wanted it to be you. (II)

ch. 1 // ch. 2

di!leon x fem!reader

summary: when Leon thinks things are too late, he gets a friendly reminder that things are never too late.

tags: angst/comfort, happy endings, fluff, wedding ceremony, marriage, vows, talks about future, small mention of overbearing in-laws, reader having many second thoughts, drunk letters/vows, Chris and Claire Redfield mentioned, runaway bride, panic/anxiety attacks, Leon loves you, time skips, teasing, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya' tap it)

warnings: panic and anxiety attacks

word count: 10.3K (yikes srry ya'll)

“my dream house?”

“yeah, tell me.” he urged, bumping your hip with his. you looked up into the sky, pondering his question. it was a good question. you’d never thought of something like that before. you were so used to your two-bedroom and one-half-bathroom apartment.

“well, i want lots of greenery. like plants in every corner and in every room.” you began, using your spoon as a little wand as you spoke. “i also want a lot of warm lights, to give the house a nice welcoming vibe to it,”

he hummed, nodding as you finished each sentence. “i like earthy tones or nude tones, nice soft couches, and a stone fireplace. a big living room and a large dining room- y’know how in those movies where the rich sad family gathers for dinner and it’s very awkward and quiet?”

his eyebrows furrowed, “you want something like that?”

you chuckled, “no, but i want my dining room to look like that just less … sad.”

“i see, it’s like those where the father is at the end and the mother at the other end,”

“exactly,” you smiled wider. you picked a cherry floating atop your frozen yogurt, taking it by the stem and bringing it to his lips. he opened his mouth with an audible sound, wrapping his cold lips around the fruit and plucking it off the stem.

you flicked the stem out of your fingers and onto the street where it’ll be swept away in the wind and trampled on by those who walked by.

“i want a large backyard, with either a poo or just a large field of grass.” you smiled at the thought of walking out onto your porch as an old feeble woman to enjoy a cup of coffee as you stared out into your backyard to watch the sun set or rise. or even watch your future kids play with the family dog.

you never wanted to have kids. just the thought of splitting yourself in half while pushing out new life sent chills up your spine. but sometimes, the idea of holding a child to your chest and watching it grow. the idea of listening to them laugh and play, watching as they discovered new interests and learned new things, and being alive to discover the person they will become, doesn’t sound too bad.

“i want a balcony, one that stretches from one side of the house to the other. that way i can sit outside and i don’t know enjoy a nice cigarette.”

a laugh erupted from his chest at the thought of you only wanting a balcony to smoke a cigarette. but then that image warped into him watching you from the door smoking that cigarette. the wind blowing in your hair, the sun kissing your skin, your clothes flapping against your skin.

he imagined you’d be wearing a baggy shirt, maybe one of his shirts. the wind blowing up from the balcony would cause your shirt to cling to you. to your curves and the dips of your body, the purchase of your hips, and the slim of your waist.

you’d turn to him with your elbows leaned up against the railing behind you, cigarette between the plump skin of your lips as you beckoned him over to join you.

“i had a friend,” you started, interrupting his small daydream.

“her parents had this master bedroom. when you walked in, to your left was a sliding door that led to the balcony overlooking her backyard, and then to the right was a couple’s bathroom,” you sighed at the memory, you envied her.

one, because her parents were happily married and slept in the same bed. two, because she had a big house with a large backyard. and three, because she was happy. she lived luxuriously in her big house, she was spoiled, and her parents doted on her. her life was perfect.

yours, not so much.

“her mom occupied one sink with her makeup and her jewelry, and her dad occupied the other with cologne and little figures,” you gulped down a lump in your throat, looking up at him to see him already looking at you. you could see the sad look on his face. the look of pity and sadness, it left a stab in your heart knowing that you probably ruined his night for him.

“i want that.” your words left your throat with a small croak. you weren’t just talking about a couples bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub but also to be happy. to live in a large house, to be happy with your future husband and kids, to enjoy luxurious jewelry and clothes.

his heart hurt at the look in your eyes, the yearning and the hope. he could see the pain as you spoke about your friend, even if you were smiling as if it was a good memory. he wanted to say, i can give you that.

he wanted to give you that. not only for you but also for himself, that way when you beckon him over as you smoke your cigarette he can join your side. his daydream began to play again; as he joined your side, you’d put your cigarette out and wrap your arms around his torso with a sigh.

he could smell the shampoo in your damp hair and the lotion you lathered onto your skin — along with a hint of his cologne from the baggy t-shirt that belonged to him. the wind was nice and fresh, a cooling breeze along with the warm morning sun. he’d shut his eyes and hold you to his chest, slowly swaying you back and forth as he enjoyed the warmth from the sun along with the warmth from your body.

“that sounds nice,” he looked down at you, “peaceful,”

you smiled up at him, licking your sticky lips, “yeah, it does,”

your smile slowly faded as you began to doze off, he was very … pretty. the way his dirty blonde hair framed his face so perfectly. golden strands that are soft like silk and fluffy like cotton. his eyes, how they gazed into yours, pulling you in deep like the tide of the ocean and drowning you into his being.

they say the eyes are the window to the soul. when someone furrows a brow, you can tell their soul is confused or troubled. when a tear swells you know their soul is sad. when their pupil dilates you know their soul is in love.

there is a ring around his pupils, a ring of blue — the color of his irises. his plump lips are agape, sucking in breaths and letting them go. his lashes flutter with every blink, his eyes trailing every inch of your face, taking every detail of you into memory.

you did the same. scanning over his dimpled cheeks, his high cheekbones, his strong brow bones, his long lashes, the tips of his cold ears, and the window to his soul. all of it.

“you’re so beautiful,” his words came out almost in a drunken whisper. his brain wasn’t able to process any word that left his mouth until it did.

the blood that pumped into your veins instantly ran to your face. your cheeks heating up as your eyes widened, you looked back down at your melted froyo — hoping that taking a bite would hide away your hot cheeks. “thank you,” you mumbled trying to fight back the smile creeping up onto your sticky lips.

“of course uh- back to your dream house-“

“oh right! um-“

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a living room with comfortable couches and a coffee table in the middle sitting, in front of a large stone fireplace. a kitchen with off-white cabinets, black tile floors, and an island with black marble counters and a deep sink. a dining room with a large table with seven chairs and a runner underneath.

plants, everywhere. in the front, in the large backyard, hanging from the roof, in every room, and in every corner.

large windows that faced the sunset and sunrise, casting down their warmth and triumph into the house to illuminate every corner without a single flip of a light switch. warm lights, in the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the hallways, everywhere.

a patio out front and out back, a balcony that stretched across the back of the house. five rooms, a guest room, three kids’ rooms, and a master bedroom. a master bedroom where when you walked in, to the left were the sliding doors to the balcony, and to the right a couples bathroom and a walk-in closet.

though, it wasn’t a home. there were drapes over the furniture to keep them from collecting dust. there were no plants just empty corners. the windows were shut and no one lived there.

the rooms were empty, with nothing but carpet and walls. it wasn’t a home. it had no life, no family, no giggles and happiness. it was simply just a house.

“sir, i just need you to sign here and then we’ll lease the house.”

he straightened his posture and blinked away the dryness in his eyes. he looked over at the man, he was about his height. he wore a fancy suit, his mustache was nice and jelled up, his hair slicked back and he smelt of expensive cologne.

he took one last look around the house, his heart aching. if he closed his eyes, he could hear you in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and listening to your music or your podcasts. he could hear your voice calling him from your bedroom. he could hear a dog maybe the giggles of children. but that was just a figment of his imagination.

he was standing in the middle of a house. your dream house. the one you told him about so many years ago. back then, he would’ve said ‘i can give you that’, but he hesitated. would that have made you stay? if he said he was putting all his money into building this house for you.

buying the furniture and the tiling and marble necessary to make it happen. hiring construction workers to add on a balcony and a back porch. would all his effort … would it have made you stay?

“who’s getting married?” the realtor asked, pointing at his boutonniere with his pen. he blinked, once again brought out of his daze.

“uh my … ex-girlfriend,” he grumbled awkwardly. the realtor jumped back a little, a small strand of his slicked-back hair falling out.

“oh,” was all he could say as he too joined him in looking around the house. the real estate agent could tell that this man wasn’t looking to live here by himself, there were so many rooms, rooms for a family. a couples bathroom and a shared walk-in closet.

the realtor sighed, looking up at the man. his eyes were bloodshot red, most likely from crying or being up all night. the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. he was holding a flask of whiskey and his posture remained slouched.

“Mr. Kennedy,” the realtor clicked his pen and hooked it back onto his suit pocket. he stuffed the paperwork under his arm and puffed out his chest. he was losing business by doing this but he’d rather see a man happy to sell his house rather than sad to sell his house.

“i was young once,” he began, standing next to Leon as he dozed off. “i too had a girlfriend, she was the girl of my dreams,” the man chuckled at the memory.

“we were young and very, very stupid,”

Leon’s head slowly turned towards the man beside him, he found that the realtor was looking out the window with a smile on his face which caused his mustache to turn upwards.

“i was poor and she was wild, i wanted to give her a proper life. so i worked and i worked to the point that i’d tire myself and i barely had time for her.”

Leon let his eyes fall to the ground, this story was sounding a bit too familiar to him. not having time for each other led to miscommunication and arguments all the time. it was not a story that he wished to retell.

“so she left me, one day i came home and she was gone.” the man sniffled a bit, watching a bird fly out of one of the trees that sat on the front lawn. the bird reminded him of her, his songbird, always singing and so loud. though, he loved it when she sang and tweeted like a bird.

her voice was always like music to his ears anyway.

“i crashed her wedding like a fool and she told me that she would’ve been happy getting married without a big ring and a big house. that she would’ve been happy with how things were,” the man let out a sigh, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“so, my word to you is…don’t let it be too late. if you love her and hopefully she still loves you then … make it work.” the man placed a hand on Leon’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. a sign of support for the young man since he too has been in Leon’s position once.

“it is never too late to be what you wanted to be,”

'i wanted it to be you.'

your voice replayed in his head. he could still hear the tears clogged in your throat and he could still see the look in your eye. he could still smell your perfume and feel your lips on his skin. it isn’t too late. he wasn’t too late.

Leon slowly began to nod his head, building up the courage to do something anything. he knew it was time to let you go, that it was over and done.

'do you still love me?'

'goodbye, Leon.'

those were the last words you said to him. he replays the sound in his voice every night and it keeps him awake at night. he tosses and turns, missing the warmth of your body and the feeling of your skin. he feels selfish, yearning for someone who wants nothing to do with him. someone who is getting married in a few hours.

but you aren’t just anyone. dare say, you are the love of his life.

“thank you, Mr. Gudzynski.” Leon smiled at the man, taking one last chug of the whiskey in his flask before making his way out the door. Chris stood there waiting for him, leaning up against his car with a cigarette hanging from his lips as he stared down at his phone.

upon hearing Leon’s foot crush the rocks beneath him, he looked up. he stomped out his cigarette as he blew out the last puff of smoke.

“how’d it go?” Chris asked, rolling his shoulders to let the sleeves of his suit adjust.

“did you just put out your cigarette on fresh cement?”

“i guess you sold it then,” Chris chuckled dryly.

Leon took a moment to reply, looking at the porch behind him. it was empty, just plain wooden slabs. he knew how much you wanted a patio, this was your house after all.

completely inspired by you. every corner and every detail of this house you had spoken to Leon years ago. he made your dream a reality, though you'll never know that.

“i couldn’t,”

Chris turned to Leon, his frame tensing up, “uh you what?”

“i couldn’t sell it, i just…” Leon ended his sentence with a shrug and much to his dismay, Chris nodded understandably.

“i knew you wouldn’t be able to,” Chris sighed, opening the door to his car.

“what?” Leon said with a lift of his brow.

“just get in,”

the whole drive to the church, Leon could feel his body growing heavier and heavier. he was nervous. unsure of what he should do or say? will he have the time? he was constantly wiping his hands onto his pants, trying to wipe the nerves and sweat away.

he was staring out the window blankly, bouncing his leg and biting on the inside of his cheeks.

~

’stop that,’

‘stop what?’

your fingers reached up to tap his cheek, ‘stop biting your cheeks, you’re making me anxious’

he stopped instantly, licking over the skin that he was just biting at. you sighed, standing in front of him as you fixed his tie. you worked with straightening the silk fabric and tightening it around his neck — not too much.

he looked down at you and his nerves instantly eased. your face was relaxed, your breathing slows, your lashes fluttered with every single blink, and god you were glowing. he couldn’t help but smile, he knew he had no reason to be nervous if you were right by his side.

and here you were; fixing his tie and smoothing out his suit.

‘you got this, it’s just a simple speech, we rehearsed it many times,’ you leaned up onto your tippy toes to place a kiss on his chin. ‘and i’ll be right in the audience supporting you,’

~

his lips curled into a small smile at the memory, he would’ve for sure embarrassed himself if it wasn’t for you being by his side. he remembers it clear as day, standing up on that podium as he received his award, his hands were shaking and his vision was blurry.

he was trying to read off of his speech but he couldn’t. that was until he found you in the room and then suddenly, you two were in the living room of your shared apartment. you were sitting on the couch with takeout in your lap. as he practiced his speech, you’d slurp your noodles or take a bite of your fried rice as you pretended to be a high government official.

once his eyes found yours in the large crowd, you smiled up at him mouthing the words; ‘you got this,’

“we’re here,” Chris sighed aloud. Leon looked up to see many familiar faces walking up the steps into the church, hand in hand and with smiles on their faces. all dressed in black suits and dresses, a simple and traditional color.

you were never a religious woman, you weren’t the type to go to church every Sunday or pray before every meal. but here you were getting married in a church, under the eye of god as if you hadn’t slept with another man just a few months ago.

your eyes were stuck on the cross hanging above you. the hairstylist you hired was busy touching up your hair, your makeup artist was powdering your nose and adding more highlight to your cheekbones consistently saying the same words, ‘make sure you smile that way you can really pop.’

you’d give her a small silent nod, whatever made her happy.

you haven’t smiled once. it was your wedding day. after months of trying on dresses, trying cake flavors, sending out invitations, and picking out bridesmaids. the day was here and you couldn’t smile. you’ve been sitting in this chair for hours, getting your hair and makeup done.

your bridesmaids would come in screaming excitedly while waving around bottles of champagne. you put on a fake smile with fake laughs and giggles but your mind was elsewhere.

you were thinking of a lot. your future after today, losing your last name, kids, and in-laws. but mostly you were thinking about him. it was hard, writing his name down on an envelope and sending it to him through the mail.

your fiancee, soon-husband, didn’t know about you and Leon. he believes you two are coworkers and nothing more. acquaintances or even strangers. he didn’t know the deep love you held for that man.

he was excited to see that you were inviting the other agents. he felt special. as if him being married to a D.S.O agent would make him a better tech or get him a promotion.

it was so hard sending him that invitation. most of the other invitations were given in person unless the guests lived far away. you wondered if he would come, part of you hoped he did and the other part of you hoped he didn’t.

“it’s almost time,” you looked to your side to see your uncle standing in the doorway. you chose him to walk you down the aisle, he’s been here for you more than your father. he was there for your daddy-daughter dances, for your graduation. elementary, middle school, and high school.

you stood up from your chair, smoothing out your dress. your dress was itchy and heavy, the pins in your hair stabbed your scalp with every movement, your makeup felt heavy and cakey, and your heels hurt. everything felt wrong.

“are you ready?” you looked at your uncle, a smile on his face as he looked at you. that was when tears welled in your eyes and you shook your head, suddenly you were a little girl again, crying to him when you didn’t get a toy you wanted.

your uncle’s face contorted with worry as he rushed to your side.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

you sobbed, throwing your head down so your tears wouldn’t ruin your makeup. you grabbed the back of your chair, trying to find your words and your breath but it was hard with the corset constricting your every movement.

“i can’t do it, i can’t go out there-“

“of course you can,” he reached over for a few napkins as his hand rubbed up and down your back, “i know it’s stressing, this is your big day, and your life is going to change after this.”

you shook your head again, pursing your lips together to keep another sob from leaving your lips.

“but this is the day you’ve been waiting for, you’ve stressed yourself out enough. after this, you get to enjoy your honeymoon and your house.”

you looked up at him, blinking away another tear. he smiled at you, taking the napkin to blot away the tears. you couldn’t help but think, only if he knew.

only if he knew where your heart truly lies. who your soul calls to. what you did, more specifically who you did. you couldn’t tell him. it was too late to tell anyone. what were you supposed to say? i slept with another man. quite frankly, the only man i’ve ever loved.

you’d be burned at the stake, by everyone in the church. especially, your mother-in-law.

so you sucked in a deep breath and stood up straight.

“okay,” you croaked, and you held the napkin to your tears. you hoped he wasn’t here, you really did. you knew if you made eye contact with him somewhere in the crowd, you would break.

so you linked arms with your uncle, standing up straight and putting a smile on your face. your uncle smiled back at you, giving your arm a small squeeze. your feet were already beginning to hurt and the minute the piano started your limbs began to shake.

your nerves were on edge, your palms were sweaty and you could barely control your breathing. you walked out of the small room you used to get ready and into the main hall. there were photographers, gasping at the sight of you.

gorgeous dress that made you look like a princess, the fabric along with your veil trailed behind you, leaving a path of your essence. instantly, camera shutters were beginning to go off. you gave the photographers a nervous smile and wave as you stood in front of the two large doors.

you looked up at the roof, naked baby angels danced above you, they were holding harps and chasing each other with smiles on their faces. clouds surrounded them along with doves. hints of gold were seen in the paint.

it was beautiful. architectural and just pure with grace. even if the paint was fading and cracking, it was the most beautiful thing you've seen today.

your uncle knocked at the doors, signaling whoever was inside that you were ready. when the doors opened you were met with gasps and the sound of people rising from their seats. you made eye contact with a few people both from your family and his.

you watched as a few covered their mouths in shock, their facial expressions softening in awe. you smiled at a few, keeping your head forward most of the time. your fiancee stood at the end with a wide smile on his face. his friends were giving him firm pats on the shoulder, demonstrating their support.

you smiled at him, pursing your lips as you let your eyes wander. to your left, in the second row, seated in the very first seat…there he was. he came. your face dropped upon seeing him, your knees suddenly felt weak, and a large pain erupted in your chest.

he stood with his hands folded in front of him. his lips were agape, his jaw hanging loose. his eyebrows were upturned in awe. your steps slowed a bit as you got closer to him. you wanted to see him one last time before it was too late.

in his mind, he was standing there at that altar instead of that bearded man. he was watching you walk down the aisle and you were smiling at him. you looked beautiful. god, that color always suited you. your makeup and hair were done beautifully, he’s never seen you this way — all dolled up.

it put his heart to a complete stop. he couldn’t focus on anything but you. your eyes were stuck on him as you passed by. he watched your smile fade as you both made eye contact and he felt a stab in his chest. for a second, he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t blink. he was just frozen in time.

as you walked past him, your head fell to look at the ground. Leon too looked away, continuing to bite on the inside of his cheeks, this time he could taste blood. he shouldn’t be here. he shouldn’t watch this happen. he couldn’t. he couldn’t.

but he wanted to, today was special to you but it was the complete opposite to him.

he watched as you stood before your husband, a smile rising to your mouth as you gave him a small ‘hi’. Leon let his head drop to his lap, his leg was bouncing uncontrollably. he couldn’t do it. he couldn’t be here.

he was about to look up at Chris to tell him he had to go but he was interrupted when Chris put his hand on Leon's knee. when he looked at Chris, he was looking ahead. a toothpick between his lips and his eyes stuck ahead on you and your future husband.

he knew Chris was trying to convey something, probably 'calm the fuck down,' but also some type of support.

Chris knew today was hard for Leon. with each passing day that the wedding got closer, Leon has been sulking and slacking off during training. his flask was his best friend and so was his bed.

Chris was the only one who knew how deep Leon’s love ran for you. Chris was there during the nights Leon would stumble around drunk and depressed. he gave Leon a hand when he was at his lowest. he helped Leon get rid of his addiction. he got Leon a therapist.

he did a lot for Leon when you two split, same for you. Chris was like the older brother you never had, he was supportive and kind. he was always understanding. you were able to confide in him comfortably. you could sob on his shoulder and use him as a punching bag instead of Leon.

Chris saw both of you at your lowest points and he brought both of you back.

he did so much to bring you two back together but here he is; watching one get married while the other watches with tears in his eyes. Leon kept his head down, unable to face you and watch the scenery before him. the priest prompted you two to begin your vows and he was first.

there was a nervous smile on his face as he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. he unfolded the paper, his eyes flickering between you and the speech before him. he cleared his throat, facing the crowd.

“first and foremost, i want to thank everyone for being here; friends and family.” he cleared his throat once again, looking towards you. it made Leon’s stomach twist with jealousy as you smiled at him so lovingly. he also couldn’t stop admiring how beautiful you were. pure innocence and grace, well he knew you were far from innocent.

“and most of all my gorgeous wife-to-be,” your smile dropped into a simple lift of your lips. but slowly, you began to look around the crowd. your eyes landing on your family, your in-laws, and then Leon. from there, you stayed fixated on him.

you haven’t seen him so polished in so long. his suit was nicely tailored, sleek back with a white brooch. though his tie was crooked and he was chewing on the inside of his cheeks. his frantic leg bouncing stopped once he made eye contact with you. his body froze in a way, his breath caught in his throat.

he smiled at you, gently. the look in his eyes spoke for him, ‘you look beautiful,’ he said.

he tried to keep calm, for you. even though he was on the verge of a heart attack. even if he was terribly heart broken, he needed to be happy for you. today is your day.

you smiled back at him even wider, shying away from him with visible heat in your cheeks, ‘thank you,’ you said back, smoothing out the skirt of your dress. your fiancee’s speech fell on deaf ears, you were paying attention to everything else but him at the moment.

Leon sat right in your field of view. at the other side of the aisle, in the second row, towards the very end of the bench.

you sucked in a deep breath, your lips falling agape as you kept eye contact with him longer. suddenly, the feelings you wished to bury. the ones you’ve been trying to bury for years were coming back. it was like slowly drowning. you can see the surface still but as you sink deeper and deeper, it becomes blurry and you are forever trapped in the ocean beneath you.

his kisses, his touch, his love, his passion, his laugh, his smile, his hair, his teeth, his nose, the hair on his arms and legs, the scar on his shoulder, the mole on his neck — it was all coming back. he was coming back.

the happiness you felt when he would wake you up with gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. the joy you felt walking into the kitchen to see him there making coffee, he hated coffee. he hated the feeling it left on your tongue. the bitter taste and the smell of your breath after taking a sip. he hated coffee but he still made it.

it made him feel like a normal person living in an apartment with his normal girlfriend.

the comfort you’d get when he’d hug you. the excitement you felt when he’d come home. the small things he did that aroused you to the point of insanity. the arguments…you even missed the petty arguments. arguments never lasted long. Leon hated arguing with you.

it would usually end up with him sleeping on the couch that night. then he’d wake up with a heavy weight on top of him. of course, it was you. or it would end up with him throwing you over his shoulder and locking you both in your shared bedroom together.

even if you two argued, you refused to be away from each other.

you were woken from your daydream by the wave of chuckles around the room. you joined in subconsciously, blinking your dry eyes and averting your attention away from Leon. meanwhile, he was gripping the pants of his suit with butterflies in his stomach. he couldn’t shake off this feeling.

the feeling of loss. the feeling that maybe it was too late.

your fiancee had finished his vows, folding up the paper and storing it back in his pocket. you looked up at you, a blush on his cheeks and sweat brimming at his forehead. you could see he was nervous, he was shaking — constantly rocking back and forth and itching at his beard.

you reached into your bra, pulling out your vows. you were so unprepared. you wrote your vows probably a few nights ago, drunk one too many drinks and elbow-deep in a bag of your favorite chips.

the minute you unfolded the paper, you knew you should’ve read it over.

‘To my beloved, Leon…’

you swallowed a lump in your throat, nervously looking between the paper, your fiancee, and Leon sitting in the crowd. you were drunk and wrote vows to the wrong man. no, it was to the right man. Leon was the right man. he always has been.

“um, to my beloved, future husband,” you began, your voice trembling and your throat aching. you read over the first line and you instantly felt tears swell up in your eyes, “i miss you, um,” your eyes flashed over to Leon.

“i miss you even if you’re right next to me. no words can summarize how much i love you, how much i burn and yearn for you every passing minute … every passing day.”

Leon felt his heart break into a million pieces right then and there. your eyes remained on him, only looking away to glance back down at your vows. were you … reading these to him? Leon swallowed a lump in his throat, his eyebrows upturning as he tried to hold himself together.

you were making up things as you went, your words completely different from what was really written down:

“i am glad to have you by my side,” i wish you were by my side, holding me and singing your cheesy songs in my ear.

“i am blessed to wake up to you every morning and suck in a deep breath of your essence and your being,” i miss waking up to you every morning, staying in bed for a few more hours just so i can watch you breathe and stir in your sleep.

“i was broken when you found me but you pieced me back together, slowly and patiently,” you broke me. we broke each other but every single piece of me will crawl back to you in the end. no matter how shattered i am.

a tear slipped down your cheek, you were beginning to choke up the more and more you read. it was getting hard to make things up and say those instead of reading what you wrote down. a full page confessing your every feeling and thought to the right man … to Leon.

tears continued to fall.

‘i miss you. god, i miss you. i should’ve never left. i should’ve stayed. it was my fault. i broke us, i hurt us. i died when i left you but you brought me back to life when i saw you standing on that cliff.

when i saw you, the emotions running through me i couldn’t comprehend. i wanted to run, i wanted to turn away because i knew if i approached you it would be bad. but my body made its way towards you anyway.

i love you. i always have and i always will. i wish i could hold you again. i wish i could go back. they say to never open the closed doors of your past. fuck not opening closed doors, your door never closed.

when i turn back i can see you, standing there in the doorway watching me leave. just like the night i left. it hurts looking back, it hurts because i want to run back to you so bad.’

‘do you still love me?’

his words rang in your head like an alarm. you were looking down at your paper, vision blurry with tears. you could feel the weight of your tears falling onto the sheet as you sat there in silence. a small sob left your lips as audible whispers rang throughout the room.

you folded the paper in half, shaking your head as you looked up at your fiancee.

“i’m sorry,” was all you said as you took a step back. your body moved before you could process anything. you ran down the steps, lifting the skirt of your dress with one hand while the other held your love letter with a vice grip.

you ran down the aisle, towards the large doors. your throat was on fire and as you burst through the wooden doors, you finally let out a singular sob.

everyone in the church stood and watched you run out, looking between you and your fiancee abandoned at the altar. the whispers became louder, and gasped erupted through the room. your fiancee stood at the altar looking at his feet, completely still.

his mother ran up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she threw a million questions towards him. he stayed silent, eyes fixed on the ground below him. he couldn't believe it and neither could anyone else.

Leon looked back from you running out the door towards Chris standing behind him. his face was painted with worry, his eyes wide and eyebrows scrunched together. Chris nodding his head towards the door, signaling Leon to go after you.

“go, she needs you,” Claire said from behind Chris. Leon nodded silently, a heavy breath leaving his lips as he ran after you.

he was second to burst through those doors after you. he looked right and left, panicking. what happened? what was wrong? he knew he shouldn’t have come. this was his fault. if he didn’t come, you would be running out of this church with your husband on your arm. not like this.

those vows. they weren’t for your husband. he knew that for sure. your eyes were stuck on his, he watched with agony as tears slipped past your pretty eyes and down your cheeks. god, he hated seeing you cry more than anything. he just wished he could scoop you up in his arms and coax them out of you gently.

a sign against the wall that read ‘garden’ caught his attention. the sign pointed to the left and Leon was quick to take after you.

he knew you well. he knew you loved gardens and flowers, always plucking them from the ground or from their bush and sticking them into Leon’s hair. you once mentioned to him how when you’re troubled you tend to turn to nature or your bed. you’d take walks, sit outside in the sun in silence. you’d brush your fingers against the soft petals and leaves.

your bed was nowhere in sight so he ran in the direction of the garden.

he made way down the steps into the garden, loosening the tie around his neck. he shut his mouth, listening to your voice over his beating heart and his heaving breaths. he could faintly hear sobs coming from his right. his head snapped in the direction of your cries, his heart breaking as he spotted your heels on the ground.

they most likely slipped off as you ran away. he sucked in one last deep breath, trudging through the grass of the church garden to pick up your heels. the garden was beautiful, tall bushes acting as walls to a makehsift maze.

white roses were planted everywhere. the grass was healthy and warm, tickling at his ankles. bees buzzed around the bushes, hopping from flower to flower. birds chirped in the trees, singing melancholic tunes on this beautiful afternoon. or pretty drastic afternoon.

as he walked further into the maze, he caught eye of you. your back was turned to him, you had sat down on a bench in the middle of the maze and in front of a marble statue. he stopped in his tracks, gulping down the lump in his throat which somehow made his presence clear to you.

you turned around surprised, eyes wide and a small gasp leaving your lips.

when you caught eye of him standing there, holding your heels with one hand and the other tucked in his pocket. you felt tears welling up again, though you hid it away with a dry laugh.

“how cliche huh? runaway bride.”

he didn’t answer, making his way closer and closer to you. he rounded around the bench, getting down on one knee in front of you. he took your right ankle into his hands, rubbing at your soft skin.

Leon tried to ignore the damp paper in your hands — your vows. he was curious, what did they really say?

he slipped on your heel, continuing to draw circles onto your skin.

you watched him, inhaling deep, trembling breaths and gripping the edge of the bench with all your might. the tension was thick, so thick to the point neither of you could breathe.

“say something,” you sighed out.

“i don’t know what to say,” he croaked out, his voice stuffy and hoarse. he took a hold of your other ankle, slipping on the last heel.

“say that i don’t know, i’m stupid. i’m an idiot. i embarassed myself, i-“ you cut yourself off with a heavy sigh, dropping your head into your lap. there was a moment of silence, leaving you two stuck in an oasis of tweeting birds, rustling trees, and buzzing bees.

“look at me-“

“no,”

“please, baby look at me,” he practically begged. butterflies arose in your stomach and you shut your eyes, hoping you could shut him out. hoping the noise in your head would stop, just hoping everything will quiet. “i need you to look at me.”

that was all it took. you slowly looked up from your lap and at him. once you met his gaze, you felt like you were that young girl again. that young girl walking down the street after a dinner date, eating froyo in freezing weather and talking about your dream house.

“you’re not an idiot, you’re not stupid, you’re perfect. you’re so perfect,” he sighed out. “why’d you run?”

you shook your head, “i couldn’t do it, Leon, i-“ you stopped yourself to suck in a deep breath, but it felt so constricted. your head was pounding, everything felt heavy and you were so dizzy. every thing was falling down. you felt like you couldn’t breathe or think, your head was spinning and your knuckles white.

you gripped at your chest, nervously playing with the pendant of your necklace but at the same time trying to tug it off. you felt like you were choking, your vision began to cloud with tears but at the same time you felt like you were losing consciousness.

“hey, hey,” he came to sit next to you, instantly wrapping his heavy arms around your shoulders to bring you into his chest but still giving you room to breathe.

his fingers began to loosen the ribbons to your corset. his movements were stable and calm. “breathe with me ‘kay?" he soothed, "in and out, just how we always did,”

you nodded, gripping onto his suit, “in”

you shut your eyes and took a deep breath in. “good, what’s one thing you can taste?”

“um my lipstick,” you said, as you both exhaled.

“in,” he rubbed your back with one hand while the other held you firmly against him, “what are two things you can smell?”

his voice was getting deeper and quieter. slowly, your body began to relax. you could breathe again. you focused on your surroundings, naming off the first things you could. “the grass and…” you paused to let a deep breath out, “you.”

he wasn’t going to lie, your reply made his heart jump a little bit. he tightened his hold onto you, burying his nose into your hair. “in.”

as he took a deep breath in, he was bombarded with the smell of your shampoo and hairspray, “what are three things you can hear?”

“birds, wind and your heart beat,” you whispered to him as you let out another deep breath.

“in,” another deep breath in, “almost there, what are four things you can touch?” he could feel your body loosen up as you began to feel around him. your eyes were shut and your body began to go slack against him.

“your suit, the bench, and a button,” another deep breath out.

“good, almost there, in.” you were prepared for this one, pulling back from the hug just a bit so you could look around your surroundings. “what are five things you can see?”

you looked up at him, your breath hitching in your throat and your knees going weak. even if you were sitting down, you felt like jelly — as if you would melt right through this bench. you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out but a weak croak.

he whispered out your name, concerned. his eyebrows curling upwards and his eyes searching yours. the longer you stayed like this, looking into his eyes and breathing with him, the quieter it got. there was no more pounding and noise in your head. your dress didn’t feel itchy. the pins in your hair no longer stabbed at your scalp. the soles of your feet didn’t hurt.

it was all so peaceful. everything.

“i do,” you managed to croak out.

“what?”

“to answer your question,”

‘do you still love me?’

“i do, Leon, i do. more than you’ll ever know,”

you couldn’t read the look on his face, all you saw was a flurry of emotions. he searched your face for any hesitation or lie, anything to keep him from taking you away from here for good. something to stop him from being selfish and keeping you all to himself.

“i love you, Leon Scott Kennedy.”

~

To my beloved, Leon,

i wish you were by my side, holding me and singing your cheesy songs in my ear.

i miss waking up to you every morning, staying in bed for a few more hours just so i can watch you breathe and stir in your sleep.

you broke me. we broke each other but every single piece of me will crawl back to you in the end. no matter how shattered i am.

i miss you. god, i miss you. i should’ve never left. i should’ve stayed. it was my fault. i broke us, i hurt us. i died when i left you but you brought me back to life when i saw you standing on that cliff.

when i saw you, the emotions running through me i couldn’t comprehend. i wanted to run, i wanted to turn away because i knew if i approached you it would be bad. but my body made its way towards you anyway.

i love you. i always have and i always will. i wish i could hold you again. i wish i could go back. they say to never open the closed doors of your past. fuck not opening closed doors, your door never closed.

when i turn back i can see you, standing there in the doorway watching me leave. just like the night i left. it hurts looking back, it hurts because i want to run back to you so bad.

you’re my everything and you’ll continue to be for the rest of my life. i cannot breathe without you, i cannot think, i cannot function. my head is foggy. but when i see you it all becomes so clear. when i go to sleep at night and the thought of you crosses my mind i can’t help but smile.

i wish i still had that picture of you by my bed because it’s never enough to see you smiling in my head as i lay in the dark. the sheets are cold, this house is cold, my heart is cold. i need you Leon.

it’s too late to go back now. i can’t keep doing this to you. i’m sorry. i love you.

~

a heavy hand was draped over your waist, strong firm muscle pooling you into a brick wall of a chest. you smiled, placing your hand over the one on your stomach. light kisses were pressed to your neck and down to your shoulder. rough stubble tickling your smooth skin only prompting you to smile wider.

“good morning,” a hoarse voice spoke in your ear. you looked up at the clock on your nightstand, it read 12:16. you grumbled, turning over and burying your face into chest and muscle, draping your arms around his frame and intertwining your legs with his.

“it’s so early,” you whined, hiding away from the sun peeking through your balcony doors.

“baby, it’s noon.” more kisses were pressed to your face, slowly waking you up with each one. gentle and wet kisses, you smiled at the feeling, nuzzling your nose between his pectorals with a low groan.

“it’s time to get up,”

the sound of you faking a snore earned you a small chuckle, the chest you lay on bouncing up and down — shaking you awake a bit more. the hand on your back traveled further south, rubbing over the bare skin of your ass.

“i tire you out last night, huh?” he taunted, kissing over the love bites forming on your neck and shoulders. you nodded shamelessly, every single one of your limbs was sore and you could barely move an inch without wincing in pain.

“that’s unfair, you folded me like origami and you expect me not to be tired, let me sleep,”

“i'm sorry baby, but i’m not done,”

a smirk grew on your lips and all of a sudden the pain in your body was gone. you were flipped over onto your back, making you squeal out in surprise. you were met with a pair of blue eyes and a messy head of brown hair.

warm lips met yours in a heated frenzy of a kiss — full of flame and passion. you tangled your fingers into the head of messy brown hair, moaning deeply into the kiss. you lifted your legs and brought them up and around his waist.

you could feel his hard cock press against your inner thigh, a small groan left his lips at the contact and a needy moan left yours. his hand reached between your nude bodies, two fingers slotting in between your folds and a slow and languid pace.

the tips of his fingers found your clit, rubbing small and slow circles around the sore nub. your walls fluttered around nothing, craving his cock that throbbed against your thigh.

you failed to kiss him back as a small whine left your lips.

“so wet already,” he kissed your chin, “were you dreaming about me, baby?”

you couldn’t help but give him a large smile, “maybe,”

you watched a smile grow on his lips as he placed another deep kiss to yours. his fingers left your aching cunt, leaving you pleading for more. his hand glided up your thigh, making sure your legs were securely wrapped around him.

he pulled away from the kiss, kissing your nose and then the corner of your mouth.

“i love you,” he breathed out.

“i love you too…ah,” your voice faded away into a moan as he slowly thrust into you. a weak moan left your lips and your nails dug into the skin of his back. you were never used to the sheer size of him, even if he was given to you just a few hours ago here you are, gasping for air as you clench around him.

“so beautiful, taking me so good,” he praised with a small groan. his tip nudged against your cervix, practically knocking the air left in your lungs straight out. he kept a hand on your leg, keeping you as close to him as possible.

with each deep thrust, he watched your every facial expression, watching as your mouth dropped open into a moan and as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. he watched your lips try and form words, the only words you could moan out was his name:

“Leon,” you whined, dragging your nails down his back. he winced at the pain but he reveled in it, the way you’d claw at his back as he’d pound into you was better than any pain ever conflicted upon him. or when your teeth would sink into his shoulder, muffling your whines and moans.

the image only saturated his need.

you could feel his cock twitch inside of you and his hips began to roll against yours. still plagued by sleep, you buried your head into his shoulder, whimpering with each thrust. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, locking your ankles around his waist to bring him closer.

you loved feeling his weight on top of you, keeping you pressed firmly into the mattress, that way you had nowhere to run. not like you’d ever want to, the pleasure he gives you when he’s on top of you like this is inexplicable.

his arms underneath you, pulling you to his chest as he brought you up with him. both of your jaws dropped open, this new position allowing the tip of his cock to press further into you. you cupped his cheek, breathing in his heavy gasps as you slowly began to roll your hips down into him.

your breasts were pushed up against his, sweaty bodies sticking together and the smell of sex filled the room. soft and gentle moans slipped past your lips, your hands grabbing at anything in reach; his shoulders, his face, his arms, just him.

“you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, gripping the back of your neck and forcing you to look down at him. your lips met him in a frenzy, your cunt squelching the base of his cock as you rocked your hips against his faster — desperately chasing that high.

your stomach was burning with need, and every part of your body from your toes to your neck was on fire. you’ve never burned for someone like you do for him. his hips jolted up to meet yours and you gasped into his mouth which allowed him to slide his tongue against yours.

he was meeting you halfway with his thrusts, a gasp of pleasure leaving your mouth with every single one.

“fuck, it’s too much,” you whined as his lips traveled down your neck, biting down on your shoulder and your collarbones — he wanted to leave a mark.

“you can take it,” he heaved, “can’t you, baby?” he urged, as his teeth scraped against the plump of your breast. a shiver rolled up your spine at both the pain and pleasure, either way you nodded ecstatically.

“yes! i can take it,”

he smirked wider, his hips thrusting up faster. he watched as your tits bounced against his chest, your head rolling back which let your frizzy hair fall over your shoulders. his eyes were glued to the love bites decorating your body. the bruises and the redness growing on his skin.

the image of your body was now forever painted in his mind. your thighs wrapped around him as your hips ground down into his thrusts. your puffy cunt taking him so well, his cock sheathing inside of you and out again. your juices soaking the tuft of hair surrounding the base of his cock. your breasts bouncing and your ribs poking out.

“oh Leon, i’m so close-“ you whined, wrapping your arms around him. one of your hands running up the back of his neck and into his brown hair, the other wrapped around his shoulders with nails digging into his skin.

“let go for me, baby.” he egged you on, teetering close to his high as well. he screwed his eyes shut, digging his fingers into the fat of your ass, helping you meet his thrusts.

you buried yourself into the crook of his neck, muffling your loud moans into his skin. the sound of wet slapping skin only got louder, along with the sound of needy moans and the headboard banging against the wall.

the fog in your mind only got heavier and stars danced in your vision. your legs clamped around his waist as you came undone around his cock. stars danced behind your vision as you called out his name in a chant.

he wasn’t too far behind, biting down on your shoulder as he shot his seed deep inside of you. hot and thick, coating your gummy walls and painting you as his.

he continued pulling your hips down into his, slowly and carefully to help you ride out both of your highs. you slumped against him, completely worn out. all the soreness came back in a flash and your eyes felt heavy. but you smiled, draping your arms around his shoulders and allowing his softening cock to stay inside of you.

you turned your right, met with the bright light of the sun and the most beautiful view ever. the sun high in the sky shining down on a field of green grass. birds flew around in the distance, gliding in the wind and twirling in the air. you watched as they flew up and up until they were out of sight.

you pulled back from leaning on his shoulder, cupping his cheek and guiding him to look at you. his eyes peeled open slowly, his pupils contracting against the bright light he was exposed to before dilating again as he caught sight of you hovering above him.

he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling up at you.

“hi,”

you chuckled, “hi,”

he placed a deep kiss on your lips, sealing in the steamy morning you both shared. as he pulled away, he let his eyes stay shut for a moment, he wanted to mesmerize the feeling of your lips alone. he wanted to remember the feeling of your sticky body pressed to his. he wanted to remember the sound of your voice. he wanted to remember this moment. that way if he died tomorrow, he would be able to lay back and remember you.

“my body hurts,” you groaned, leaning back and taking him with you. as you both hit the mattress with a loud ‘puff’, he couldn’t help but smile.

“let me guess, you’re going to spend the whole time in bed,” he chuckled.

“what? i can’t enjoy my honeymoon? and my new house,” you smiled widely up at him. he cupped your cheek, smiling happily as he brushed your cheek. your smile faded as you nuzzled yourself into his palm, with a small sigh.

“you know, the moment i got home after that date with the froyo,” he began, licking over his dry lips. “i went home and began mapping out how your dream house would look,”

"really?" you smiled as you turned towards him, bunching the duvet up to your chin. he nodded and you gave him a small playful scoff, "and here i thought it was just a question,"

"well, it wasn't,"

your heart ached at the image of a young and blonde Leon sitting at his crowded desk, sketching out a house with the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his lip. you smiled at his confession, letting him plop down beside you as his arm wrapped around your waist to bring you against him.

“i was determined to make it happen,” he chuckled to himself, “i bought the property, hired construction workers, and interior designers. now that i think about it, i was so mean to them.”

you laughed at that, his story playing out in your head like a movie. you wondered how long it took and how much it all cost. though, he refused to tell you. he refused to tell you anything about the making of this house. you didn’t know about it until just a few weeks ago.

when he carried you out of the car bridal style with a blindfold around your eyes. he placed you onto the ground for a moment and you could hear the jingling of keys and the squeak of a door. when you stepped into the house it smelt stale, like wood and dust.

but when he took that blindfold off you were faced with something much better. you were face to face with your future — your dream. he mapped it out perfectly, just to your desires and nothing could ever be better. it was better than your dreams. so much better.

“the day of your uh other wedding,” he paused stifling a small nervous laugh as you giggled, “i was about to sell it. i was about to throw your dream away,” you frowned, both feeling guilty and saddened at the thought. he reached down under the covers, finding your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“our dream…i was going to throw our dream away,” he laid his head down against the pillow, looking down at your hands as he ran his thumb over your delicate knuckles. “it wasn’t your fault, i just couldn’t stomach the thought of living or owning a house that was meant for you,”

“oh Leon,” you sighed.

“you didn’t know about the house, i never got to tell you and well it was too late to.”

you brought your joined hands to your lips, placing a kiss on his knuckles as you scooched closer to him. you didn’t go back to him because of the house, even if you did know about the house, you knew that you would have gone back to him for the sole purpose of being with him.

you could still be in that dainty old apartment and you’d be happy. you could be living in a studio apartment with him and you’d be happy. you could be living in a cardboard box with him and you’d be happy. as long as you were with him. home was where he was. Leon was home.

“the realtor convinced me not to, he told me a story similar to ours,” his other hand reached up, cupping your cheek and stroking the puffiness underneath your eyes.

“his story didn’t have a happy ending like ours but he told me, ‘it is never too late to be what you wanted to be.’” Leon sighed heavily, looking deep into your eyes. you looked at him attentively, eyes wide and eyelashes fluttering up at him. he smiled at you, finding the look on your face adorable, like a kid listening to a bedtime story.

“and well i wanted to be with you,”

your heart swelled with love and your features softened. you gave him a look of pure adoration, and every waking moment and every waking day you found yourself falling more and more deeply in love with him. from the moment you woke, to the moment you slept and into the dreams you inhabit, you loved him dearly.

your heart called for him in your strongest and weakest moments. your soul was tied to him and your every thought revolved around him.

Leon. Leon. Leon. he was all you knew and all you wanted. he was your dream, your prince charming, your fairytale. he was your everything. he held you in the palm of his hands and he didn’t even know it. from the moment you met and to this very moment now, laying in bed with limbs entangled — stealing kisses and whispering sweet nothing, you were his.

you wanted it to be him.

you wanted him to be your partner in crime. you wanted him to be your husband, your partner in life and death, the father to your children, the man you introduced to your parents, the man to give you his last name, the person you woke up to in the morning and fell asleep next to in the night, the sole owner of your heart and soul.

and now he is that. he is your partner in life and death, your husband, to father of your future children, the man you woke up to and fell asleep next to. he is that man.

“i’m glad it was you.”

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Fuck, Marry, Kill

Lando Norris Imagine

You and Lando Norris have known each other since your rookie years in Formula 1. Both of you, born in the same year, had your paths intertwined from the very beginning. But you were never friends. You were far too shy and reserved to go talk to him. He was the popular, cool kid. It never bothered you. You had a goal - to race in Formula 1.

But being shy wasn’t without consequences. Any conversation you had with him was curt and to the point. You thought you were being professional, but Lando considered you an arrogant brat. He joked about you with his friends, while you stayed unaware of his dislike towards you. You climbed the ladder of your racing career fast. It was 2019, and you were already being called the hot shot. Maybe it was your temperance or your discipline, but there was a seat in Red Bull waiting for you. Later during the day, you stood at the edge of the paddock, eyes scanning the bustling scene as you spotted Lando chatting with a group of his friends. Taking a deep breath, you approached, determined to be cordial. You had heard the news earlier that day—Lando had signed with McLaren. It was a big deal, and despite your rocky history, you wanted to congratulate him.

“Hey, Lando,” you said, trying to sound friendly. “Congratulations on signing with McLaren. That’s huge.”

Lando turned to you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, Y/N. Didn't expect you to come over here. Thought you were too busy basking in the glory of your Red Bull seat.”

You frowned, taken aback by his tone. “I just wanted to congratulate you. It’s a big step in your career.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, sure. I bet you’re here just to rub it in my face. 'Look at me, I’m with Red Bull,' right?”

You felt a surge of anger rising within you. “What? No! I was genuinely trying to be nice. But clearly, that’s wasted on you.”

Lando’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of irritation. “You’ve always been condescending, Y/N. Acting all high and mighty.”

Your fists clenched at your sides. “I’m not condescending. I was being professional. But you—you're just a dick.”

His eyes narrowed, and before you knew it, he gave you a slight shove, pushing you aside. “Watch your mouth.”

You stumbled, barely keeping your balance. Anger and shock coursed through you, but words failed you. All you could do was glare at him, feeling a mix of rage and hurt.

He turned away, already dismissing you as he rejoined his friends, leaving you standing there, seething and speechless.

Your mentor, Claire Bennett, had been watching from a distance, her keen eyes catching the tail end of your confrontation with Lando. She saw the way he pushed you, the hurt in your eyes, and the way you stood there, fuming but silent. Claire had always been protective of you, understanding the challenges you faced in such a high-pressure environment.

After you walked away, she made her way over to Lando, her expression stern. “Lando, a word?”

He turned, slightly surprised to see her. “Claire. What is it?”

“I saw what just happened with Y/N. That was uncalled for,” she said, her voice firm.

Lando shrugged, his irritation still evident. “She was being her usual arrogant self. Acting like she’s better than everyone.”

Claire raised an eyebrow. “Arrogant? Lando, Y/N is one of the shyest people I know. She’s always been reserved, not arrogant.”

He scoffed. “Reserved? She barely talks to anyone, and when she does, it’s always curt and to the point. She acts like she’s above us.”

Claire shook her head. “That’s not arrogance, Lando. That’s her way of coping. Her parents were incredibly strict, pushing her to be the best, but never allowing her to be herself. She’s had to deal with a lot of pressure and loneliness.”

Lando frowned, skepticism clear on his face. “So what? I’ve had my fair share of pressure too. But I don’t go around acting like I’m better than everyone else.”

“She doesn’t think she’s better, Lando. She just doesn’t know how to open up. She doesn’t have many friends in the racing community because she’s always been so focused on proving herself,” Claire explained gently.

He shook his head. “I don’t buy it. She thinks too much of herself. And you know what? I’m looking forward to putting her in her place on the track. Here in F1, we’re equals, and she’ll see that.”

Claire sighed, realizing she wasn’t getting through to him. 

Your relationship with Max Verstappen had always been one of mutual respect. Both of you had demanding parents and were driven by a need to prove yourselves, always striving for perfection no matter the personal cost. Max was often quiet and reserved, but he was always there for you, offering guidance when you needed it. The time you spent together during promotional events and in the paddock became something you looked forward to, and before you knew it, you found yourself developing a crush on him. You were thrilled when he won and worried sick when he crashed. Meanwhile, your own performance was strong, with successful qualifications in Q1 and Q2 in all your races so far, making the team happy.

One evening, after heavy rains canceled the practice sessions for the Japanese Grand Prix, a group of drivers, including Charles Leclerc, Daniel Ricciardo, Max, Carlos Sainz Jr., Lando, George Russell, and Alex Albon, decided to hang out at a bar. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to unwind and have a couple of beers.

As the night wore on, Lando saw his chance to corner you. “Hey, how about we play ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’?” he suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief.

There were a few reluctant glances, but eventually, everyone agreed. Lando started with George. “Alright, George, your choices are Charles, Alex, and Y/N.”

George, who had never particularly enjoyed your company, chuckled. “Marry Charles, fuck Alex, and kill Y/N.” The table erupted in laughter, but you dismissed it as George trying to be funny.

Next, Lando turned to Max. “Your turn, Max. Charles, Daniel, and Y/N.”

You felt your cheeks getting hot. Despite it being just a game, you were anxious to hear Max’s answer. Max smirked slightly. “That’s easy. Marry Daniel, fuck Charles, and kill Y/N.”

Your heart dropped at his words. Max thought he was being respectful, not wanting to make things awkward for you. Daniel added, “Watch out, Y/N, he might take you out in the next race,” prompting more laughter from the group. You managed a weak smile, but the comment stung. Lando noticed your discomfort and smirked, seeing his opportunity.

“Alright, Y/N, your turn,” Lando said, turning to you. “But let’s change it a bit for you. You only get to choose ‘Fuck’ or ‘Marry’.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your heartbeat quickening. “And your choices are pretty easy,” he continued, dragging out the suspense. “Max... and Max.”

You felt the bottle in your hand slip and fall to the floor with a clatter. The other drivers processed the implications of Lando’s question, and your eyes met Max’s, who looked confused. Embarrassed, tears began to well up in your eyes. You tried to leave, but Lando grabbed your hand and stood up, stopping you.

“Come on, Y/N, finish the game. We’re only having fun,” he said, his face close to yours. You could see the merciless gleam in his green eyes. Reluctantly, you sat back down, tension hanging thick in the air.

Max kept glancing at you, unsure of what to say, while the other drivers moved on to discuss other things. You felt exposed and humiliated, your crush on Max now painfully obvious to everyone.

As the night came to an end, everyone started leaving the bar. You took a deep breath and approached Max, trying to find some comfort in his presence. “Max, can we talk for a moment?”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “Y/N, just forget about it. It was only a game. Don’t worry.”

His dismissive tone made your heart sink further. “Yeah, sure,” you mumbled, watching him walk away. Standing outside the bar, the tears you had been holding back finally spilled over. The humiliation mixed with the pain of possible rejection was too much to bear. You needed answers. You needed to confront Lando.

Spotting him a few feet away, you called out, your voice shaky but determined. “Lando, why do you treat me this way?”

He turned, a smug grin on his face. “What do you mean?”

“Cut the bullshit, Lando,” you snapped. “Why do you always go out of your way to make me feel like crap?”

He laughed, the sound grating on your already frayed nerves. “I love finally breaking that arrogance of yours.”

Fury surged through you, and you shoved him. “You’re such an ass,” you spat, turning to walk away. But before you could take more than a few steps, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back with a grip that hurt.

Your back collided with his chest, and he leaned down, whispering in your ear, “Never do that again.”

You struggled to break free, but his grip only tightened. “Maybe I really like you, Y/N. And I don’t like Max taking you away.”

You froze as his words sank in, your mind racing. Lando likes you? This couldn’t be real. His lips brushed your ear in a quick kiss, sending a shiver down your spine.

He let you go abruptly, and you stumbled forward, turning to face him. His smirk was still there, but his eyes held a different intensity.

“The fun has only begun,” he thought, walking away and leaving you standing there, bewildered and shaken. Now that your secret was out, Max started seeing you differently. He began spending more time with you, sharing quiet walks along the tracks and watching sunsets together. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he turned to you with a shy smile. “Would you like to go out with me, Y/N? On a real date?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I’d love that, Max.”

To avoid unnecessary media attention, you decided to go to a bar, finding a quiet booth where you could talk in peace. As you settled into your seats, Max looked at you, his expression sincere. “I’m sorry for walking away so abruptly that day. I was surprised, and I didn’t handle it well.”

You smiled softly. “It’s okay, Max. I understand.”

Relief washed over his face, and he leaned in closer. Before you knew it, your lips met in a gentle kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. But little did you know, Lando had been watching you all along. He never drank but kept turning a bottle of beer in his hand, his eyes dark with resentment. His attempt to expose you had backfired, and he hated that you got what you wanted.

After the date, you were on your way back to your hotel when you saw Lando in the lobby. You had been avoiding him, but there was nowhere to run now. He approached you with flowers in his hand. “For you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being such a dick. Let me make it up to you.”

You took the flowers, hoping to escape quickly, but Lando had different plans. He grabbed your face and kissed you, completely catching you off-guard. People in the lobby began to recognize both of you, and before you could react, he took your hand and rushed you to the elevator.

“What the hell was that?” you demanded, your voice a mixture of anger and confusion.

In the confined space of the elevator, Lando stepped closer, towering over you. “I told you, I don’t like Max taking you away.”

You looked up at him, searching for honesty in his eyes. “Do you really like me, Lando?”

His expression softened, and he nodded. “Ever since I laid eyes on you.”

Lando left after dropping you off at your room, but the damage was already done. By morning, pictures of the two of you in the hotel lobby were trending, igniting a frenzy among fans and the media. You woke up to a flurry of messages and missed calls, your heart sinking as you realized the implications.

Later that day, Max confronted you, his face a mask of hurt and confusion. “Y/N, what is this?” he asked, showing you the photos on his phone.

“It’s not what it looks like, Max. Lando just kissed me out of nowhere. I didn’t want it,” you explained, desperate for him to understand.

Max shook his head, his disappointment palpable. “I don’t know if I can trust you now. Maybe it’s best if we end things here.”

“Max, please—”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just can’t do this,” he said, turning and walking away, leaving you standing there with tears welling in your eyes.

Determined to confront Lando about his actions, you made your way to the paddock. As you approached, you overheard him talking to George, laughing about the plan he had concocted.

“I told you, George, it worked like a charm. Max is out of the picture,” Lando said, chuckling.

Anger flared within you, and you stepped forward. “So this was all a game to you?”

Lando turned, surprise briefly flashing across his face before he smirked. “Oh, Y/N. I didn’t see you there.”

“You’re a real piece of work, Lando,” you spat, turning to leave.

But Lando followed you, grabbing your arm and pushing you into a dimly lit room nearby. Your heart pounded as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “Your heart’s beating fast, Y/N. Fuck, marry, or kill? Lando, Lando, and Lando.”

You tried to calm down, but his proximity made it difficult. He brushed his thumb over your lips, his eyes dark and intense. “Kill you, asshole,” you said, breaking free and shoving him.

He caught your hands, his grip firm. “I told you, Y/N, never do that. Max is good, but what we have is so much fun. Don’t you think?” He smirked, his words dripping with mockery.

Your cheeks burned.

As you walked away from Lando, you called back over your shoulder, “Stay away from me, Lando.” 

Days passed, and the tension between you and Max eased somewhat. Max had discovered the truth about Lando’s antics. One evening, he approached you with a softened expression. “Y/N, I know what Lando did. I’m sorry for not believing you sooner.”

You looked at him, relief washing over you. “Thank you, Max. I never wanted things to be this complicated.”

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I forgive you, Y/N. But... I’ve noticed the way you look at Lando. There’s something there, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn’t deny it.

A few days later, you found yourself at the same bar where Lando had started the game that changed everything. Sitting alone at the bar, you spotted him, his expression unreadable. Gathering your courage, you walked up to him.

“Fuck, marry, or kill me?” you asked, your voice light but your heart pounding.

Lando turned around, a smile tugging at his lips. “Aren’t you being arrogant to think I’d want all three with you?”

You laughed, the tension between you easing. “Maybe,” you replied, stepping closer to him.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. “Maybe kiss you first.”

[oizysian]

X. PUMPKIN

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 2.1k

AN: I’m so sorry I haven’t updated this on here lately. I’m gonna catch up with everything soon!

•

"I can't believe I just spent a whole day with Lizzie and Robbie."

"Robbie? That's her husband isn't it?" Claire questioned.

"Mhm."

"How were you able to keep your cool around Lizzie with Robbie there?"

"I just kinda ... zoned out a lot. He's really nice and he made an effort to get to know me, but I can't help but feel guilty when I'm around him."

"Why?"

"Because I'm in love with his wife!" I threw my hands up in frustration, my headset almost falling off my head with the sudden action.

"Y/N, listen," I held my breath as I waited for her to continue speaking. "Don't feel guilty. You can't help it if she likes you."

"Which she doesn't. Not like that."

"Says you. What did Brie say?"

I groaned, the memory of our kisses hitting me like a ton of bricks.

"She thinks she likes me." I mumbled. "But, she likes me too."

"She? She as in Brie?"

"Uh huh. We ... kinda ... kissed."

"You what?!"

"We were drunk and high and she was busting my balls about liking Lizzie so I kissed her to prove I wasn't in love with her."

"And did that work?"

"No."

She sighed and I began to feel even more guilty. Between Robbie and Brie, I was never gonna get any sleep at night.

"What a surprise." Sarcasm dripped from her words. "Why can't you just be honest with yourself - and your friends."

"I'm not being honest with Lizzie. She can't know I have feelings for her. It would make things weird."

"Don't you think she's smart enough to figure it out eventually?"

"I mean, yeah, probably, but by then I'm hoping I'll be over it."

"Doubtful, but good luck with that."

"Thanks so much. You're no damn help."

"Yes I am. You just don't like my advice."

"Okay. What's your advice?"

"Keep hanging out with Lizzie and try to see if she's interested - married or not." She stopped me before I could interject. "If she is, see where it goes. If not, then at least she's your friend."

"I was just gonna skip the first part and just stay friends with her."

"Go ahead and do that, then. But, you're gonna suffer not knowing if there could've been anything between you if you don't test the waters."

I was quiet for a moment, taking in her words and thinking hard about them. She was right, of course she was. But, the risk of losing Lizzie as a friend just to see if we could be more than that, which was nearly an impossibility anyway, outweighed any feelings I had for her. I didn't want to lose her in any capacity. I just had to stop liking her like that.

"I'll think about it. I just ... I really like her. As a friend, even. I don't want to lose her 'cos of some schoolgirl crush."

"You're definitely not crushing. The way you talk about her." She let out a dry chuckle. "You're absolutely in love."

"She doesn't even know me. She'd think I was insane if I told her I had feelings for her. We've only hung out three times."

"Once for like three days though."

"Two days."

"Okay, two days. So, that's a weekend. Plus all the constant texting."

I sighed, rubbing my eyes tiredly. This was the worst situation I had ever been in and it was all my own fault.

"Look," I started. "I know you mean well, but I'm just gonna stay friendly with her. If something happens, that's great! But, I won't be making the first move. Or any moves."

"Whatever you feel you should do, I'll support your decision."

"Thanks, bestie. I really appreciate you listening to all my griping."

"That's what I'm here for. Now get your head in the game. I'm tired of reviving you."

"Sorry." I laughed. "I just have a lot on my mind lately."

"I know."

She was interrupted by my phone going off, indicating that I got a text.

"Is it Lizzie?" She asked excitedly and I shrugged to myself.

"Not sure. I'm playing the game, not looking at my phone. Like you told me to."

"Oh my god, just look at your phone. I'm dying from the suspense."

I hid myself in a bush while I checked my phone. It was Lizzie.

"Well?" Claire asked with excitement in her voice.

"Lizzie wants to hang out before she heads back to LA for some business."

"And? Are you gonna see her?"

"Of course I am." I stared at the message for another moment before I felt my controller vibrate, signaling I was being shot at. "Shit."

I put my phone down and got myself back into the game. The intensity of the game provided silence, which gave me ample time to think.

"You didn't see how she looked at him, though." I said quietly. "She looked at him with stars in her eyes."

"And what about you? How do you look at her?"

I was silent. I knew how I looked at her, it had been pointed out to me few times already. But, what did that matter? She only had eyes for him.

"I look at her like she's the only beautiful thing in the world."

"Exactly, you mush."

"But, she doesn't look at me like that."

"Maybe she does and you haven't noticed."

"Maybe." I whispered to myself, my eyes flickering to my phone as it went off again.

I'm outside.

"Shit, I gotta go, Claire."

"But, there's only two teams left! We gotta finish this game!"

I hesitated for a moment before relenting.

"Damn, okay, let's kill them quickly, then."

We continued to play, my mind on the blonde outside my apartment rather than the game I was in. She was waiting for me and I was playing some stupid game.

I rushed into the battlefield, shooting indiscriminately to try and end the game quickly. I killed absolutely no one and got myself downed, which left Claire alone to win the game.

I picked up my phone and started texting Lizzie, telling her I was being held up and I'd be out in a moment.

Claire was able to clutch the game and we won, but I still was in another world.

"Go get your girl. You're not here with me anyway." She laughed and I sighed apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm going. I'll talk to you later."

I shut my game and tossed my headphones on the bed before rushing to the door, slipping my shoes on and practically running out to meet her. Brie was right, I was down bad.

As I approached her car, she smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. Her smile was damn infectious and I was happy to catch it.

I opened the passenger door and got in, closing it swiftly and buckling up.

"So what was so important that you kept me waiting fifteen minutes?" She asked playfully, a mock angry look on her face.

I laughed and raised my hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was in a game when you messaged me. I had to finish what I started."

"Mhm." She grumbled, a small smile still lingering on her face as she started to drive.

I leaned back in the seat as we fell into a comfortable silence, the soft music coming from the radio all but ignored as we took in each other's presence. 

"Where are we going?" I asked after a few moments, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"I was wondering when you were gonna ask." She giggled, her eyes shifting from the road to me and then back again. "We're going someplace yummy."

"McDonald's?" I asked excitedly.

"Yummier." She laughed, shaking her head.

"What could be yummier than McDonald's?"

"Absolutely anything. Wendy's for example."

"Oof. She's got superior burgers, but McDonald's fries all the way."

"Fair enough. But no, we're not getting fast food."

"Bummer."

"Hush." She said as she lightly smacked my thigh with her right hand. "You'll love it."

"Oh," I whimpered pathetically, holding my leg. "The pain."

"Aw, poor baby." She teased. "Here," she kissed her hand and placed it on my leg, and my heart fluttered. "All better."

"All better." I repeated, dazed from her actions, and currently riding a high from her touch.

She left her hand there for a moment longer than she probably should have before giving me a pat and returning her hand to the steering wheel.

"Do I get a hint?"

"You already got a hint!" She laughed.

"Yummier than McDonald's is not a hint."

"Well, that's all you're getting."

I huffed playfully and sunk into the seat, noting how damn comfortable it was.

"I could fall asleep in this seat." I told her, closing my eyes briefly before opening them again and looking at her.

She had been staring at me as we were stopped at a red light. A faint blush crossed her cheeks and she had a small smile on her lips. How long was she looking at me?

"It's green." I whispered and she snapped out of her stupor, returning her focus and attention to the road.

I smiled to myself, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she could be looking at me the way she looked at Robbie. Maybe I could be someone special to her.

We drove for a while longer before she pulled up in front of a small ice cream shop somewhere in the city.

"Ice cream!" I cheered as I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. I looked at the signs on the windows, my face dropping when I saw the seasonal flavors. "Oh no, pumpkin."

"Oh yes, pumpkin." She smirked as she stood next to me. "You're gonna love it."

"Can I get a different flavor and taste yours?"

She thought for a second before nodding, playfully nudging me.

"Of course, silly. What flavor would you like?" She asked as we entered.

"Chocolate." I hummed softly. "Chocolate sounds so good right now."

"Pumpkin sounds even better."

"Absolutely not." I laughed.

We walked up to the counter and she ordered for us, which I was grateful for, and as I was about to pull out my wallet, she beat me to it and paid with her card.

"My treat."

"Lizzie." I whined and she smiled at me. "You can't keep spoiling me like this."

"Says you."

We got our cones and sat down in a booth hidden away in a corner. She sat facing away from the door and I sat across from her.

"This is so good." I spoke as I ate, chocolate undoubtedly getting all over the place.

"I see that." She laughed softly, offering me her cone. "Just try it. One lick."

I looked from her to the cone, wincing as I remembered I promised to try it.

"Stick out your tongue ..." she said as she raised it up to my lips.

Without a second thought, I did what I was told, taking a generous amount of ice cream onto my tongue.

"Good girl."

I would've choked if I hadn't already swallowed the mildly repulsive treat. She smiled widely as my face went from disgust to indifference, taking that as a win.

"I've tasted worse things."

"I told you."

"No. You told me it was good. I didn't say it was good."

"Oh, c'mon." She laughed and I laughed with her.

"It's okay. Chocolate is definitely better."

"Lemme taste yours."

I took another lick of my ice cream to get the pumpkin off my tongue before holding the cone out to her, watching as she kept eye contact with me as she licked delicately at my ice cream.

Jesus shit fuck -

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" I snapped out of my daze and returned my attention to her, an amused smile on her face. "You okay?"

"I'm great." I smiled back, realizing that if she wanted to play that game, even just in a friendly way, we could play that game.

I reached across the table and ran my thumb along her lower lip, wiping the remains of my ice cream off of her mouth.

She sat, dazed, mouth slightly agape as I wiped off my finger with a napkin, holding back every urge in my body to stick it in my mouth and suck it clean.

When she snapped out of her daze, she picked up a napkin, leaned across the table, and started wiping my entire face.

"Hey!" I cried, laughing at her actions. "I'm not that dirty!"

"That's what you think." She giggled, finally bringing the napkin to my mouth and wiping it clean. "There. Now you're all clean."

"Thank you, mom." I started eating my ice cream again, careful to keep myself spotless.

She hummed as she ate her ice cream, and we sat in, yet another, comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company. Maybe Claire was right. Maybe there could be something between us. Or this was just harmless, friendly flirting. There was only one way to find out, whether I liked it or not.

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp @dorabledewdroop @scarlie-johalsen-blog @annie-ahmelia

[wonryllis]

idols you see your moots as?

、ㅤ🧳 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MOOTS AS KPOP IDOLS ᵎᵎ

already did it HERE before so i'll only include the new ones whom i have talked to at least a few times! sorry if i missed you it's probably because we haven't talked much! ( MUTUALS )

@koishua wendy, red velvet. i have this image of her from all the clips i have seen of her greeting fans and reporters(?) outside sm where she rushes cutely and waves and gives autographs all so sweet .. that's exactly vie

@lheebra chungha, soloist. queen behaviour, mature, iconic, really talented, always comes out with bops. an adult actually adulting vibes. will do what i want to do and will do it successfully vibe.

@isoobie giselle, aespa. just now reason, riri is giselle without any explanation to the last of her core. really pretty and gorgeous and rap omg riri is so rap coded it's confirmed.

@fakeuwus miyeon, g-idle. uwu nic got that fairy princess vibes. delicate, elegant, classy and beautiful. smiles like a rich nepo babygirl but genuinely is so nice and sweet.

@lilyuwon yena, soloist. playful, cute, everyone's lildol friend, smile smile and smile. hyper active and always there to support and always spreading positivity and madness!

@theyluvvaubery eunbi, soloist. got that mature and leader vibes, like she got a presence in the room that's known and that she knows it very well. also has a sort of leader sweetness??

@sainns hanni, new jeans. cute, crazy, cool, deranged. round but got a hot english accent and a funky behavior. always says the most unhinged shit with a smile on her face vibes.

@stwrjvke yoon, stayc. everyone's bright friend who is always there on all trips to make it fun. and she's there during hard moments to remind everyone to smile? that's what i feel like

@jaylaxies irene, red velvet. veteran vibes, leader vibes, queen vibes. just she knows what she's doing and she knows she's relevant. and she knows guys are shit and she's everything. omg i hope that wasn't rude ㅠㅠ

@alvojake chaewon, le sserafim. leader material, smarter baby smarter material. her hips don't lie and i feel like she's a real good dancer and would rock a bob like chae.

@sserasin yujin, ive. bold and cool and hot in a girl's girl way. gives me real "she wears the pants" vibes. command the room vibes fr and that she's some sort of a succubus omg.

@pockettwinzz ryujin, itzy. tomboy types but majorly like a girl's girlfriend and everyone's crush and "treat you better than your boyfriend" vibes. basically ur gf.

@hooniehon sana, twice. hmm quiet? and cute? very reserved but as a friend really outgoing and fun vibes. that video of sana holding a rabbit and going crazy over it, that feels like claire.

@pprodsuga rosé, blackpink. iconic? also aussie vibes and also blonde vibes. josie feels like she came right out of the on the ground mv and that it's embodied in her for some reason.

@intromortal karina, aespa. how do i say this, just intimidating, resting bitch face and mean girl leader image from afar. but once you get to know her she's the sweetest little bean on earth.

@kareyuns mina, twice. sweet and shy and really friendly once you get to know her. has that vibe where you see her in public somewhere and think oh she's so pretty?

@glitterjay taeyeon, girls generation. just got that veteran vibes. like she got experience but also has that really funny side i don't know how to explain >< just like humble downtoearth?

@rk1stars yooa, oh my girl. from what i have seen, you just gimme that youthful vibes from bon voyage solo. like a fairy of the wilderness straight out of a storybook.

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly- Meeting Him

I turn the key in my car again irritated that my car won't start. Groaning I get out of the car and slam the door behind me. Leaning on the car I ring Connor but he doesn't answer, he's probably at work at the hospital. Sighing I end the call

"Sorry is everything ok?" A handsome stranger asks me

"I'm fine don't worry, just a broken down car"

"You want me to take a look at it?"

"Sure, knock yourself out" I say watching as he opens up the hood of the car "I'm YN Rhodes by the way" I stick my hand out for the guy to shake

"Rhodes as in Connor Rhodes?"

"Yeah that's my twin brother"

"Kelly Severide" he shakes my hand "how come I haven't see you around before?" I take in a deep breath

"I tend to keep to myself really. Don't usually do bars or going out in general, but tonight I was on a date. Went pretty shit" I chuckle thinking back to my date

"How so?"

"The guy wouldn't stop talking about himself. Liked to drop in the fact he had a yacht every couple of minutes" both Kelly and I chuckle

"Well, I'm afraid it looks like your going to need a new car battery"

"Great" I groan with annoyance

"I'll give you a lift home"

"Oh no it's absolutely...."

"Don't say ok or it's fine. I'll drop you off home"

"Thank you"

It's about a 15 minute drive and the whole tome we just chat about ourselves and jobs. Kelly tells me he's a firefighter while I tell him that I work for the family business with the numbers. When we arrive I get kind of disappointed that our chat has to end so I offer him a drink inside, to which he agrees to. As soon as I open the door, my black German Shepard greets me

"Hello my baby" I squish her face in my hands and kiss her. I look back at Kelly who's smiling "sorry I should have warned you that I have a dog. Her names Nyx she's super friendly so be prepared for cuddles"

"She's beautiful"

"Thank you. I rescued her a couple years ago, kept me company since then. Do you want a beer?"

"Sure" I walk over to the kitchen with Kelly and Nyx following me "you've got a nice place"

"Thanks it's not much but it's good enough for me and this girl" I give Nyx a head rub then open up the fridge and hand Kelly a cold beer and take one for myself. We go back to the living room where Nyx climbs onto the sofa next to me and places her head on my lap

"How long have you lived in Chicago?"

"Forever. Connor was the one who left us all as soon as he could. Clair, our younger sister was bitter about Connor leaving us with our father"

"And what about you?"

"At first yeah. I became a mother figure to Clair and I resented Connor for leaving when I couldn't. I then soon realised that the reason I hated him was only because Connor did what I wanted to do. Leave the family business, you know I actually wanted to be a firefighter" I sip my beer

"Then why don't you do it?"

"Dad" I give Kelly a sad smile "can't do it to him. Probably will end up giving him a heart attack"

"You shouldn't give up your dreams because your scared your dads going have a hissy fit" sighing I get off the couch and go to the kitchen to grab us both another beer. What I don't realised is Kelly has followed me in, until I turn around and face him. He tucks away a stray hair "you should do what you want to do. If your dad doesn't like it then so be it"

"It's not as easy as that. If I go against him I literally loose everything. My dad pays for my car, my house. Of course I don't want him to do, but if I leave the company all of that stops and I will have no income. I've had one beer and I'm pouring my heart out to you. I'm sorry"

"Don't apologise"

After quite a few beers we both end up drunk. Not wanting to worry about Kelly driving or worrying if he's home safely I tell him to stop the night. We end up in bed together, for the first time since having her, Nyx slept on the floor.

[yoursweetwife]

warning: female reader, flirting, reader wears skirt and blouse, mention Jill and Claire, shopping, fluff, injury/death/abduction references, bad english

Synopsis: A shopping trip has brought you many surprises.

Прошло несколько дней с момента вашей последней миссии, которая закончилась не очень хорошо, по крайней мере, вы так думаете. Вам и еще нескольким ребятам поручили спасти дочь одного из министров, похищенную с целью выкупа. В противном случае они заразили бы не только ее, но и другие поселения. К счастью, девушка выжила, но вашим товарищам не удалось выбраться оттуда живыми. А ты сам много доставал, первые дни тебе даже было больно вставать с кровати.

You didn't know well, but that didn't stop you from sympathizing with their families, you know the feeling of loss. That's why you preferred to work alone.

Your fingers found the powder box. You resisted the urge to sneeze and began to apply a thin layer of the powder on your face. Today was a good day for shopping. Work is work, but it was impossible to sit all your free time at home, waiting for a new task.

A white blouse and a black knee-length skirt were your go-to shopping favorites. You carefully straightened your skirt and twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the work done. Suddenly, your gaze rushed to the phone. It was a shame that neither Claire nor Jill could go with you, and the guys were not the best companions in this matter.

Once outside, you stopped and raised your face to the sky. After so many days locked up, it's so nice to enjoy the warm breeze on your face.

After a long walk to the mall and some wandering around, you came across a display case with various dresses and suits. So elegant, like some fashion magazine. The red strapless bodycon dress caught your attention the most. An image of a woman flashed in your head...

"That dress would suit you, you know?"

A chill ran down my spine at the familiar voice. You quickly turned to face the woman and reflexively took out a knife from your bag. She just smiled at your cute reaction.

"Ada, what are you doing here."

The annoyance in your voice was obvious, though there was an expression of pure calmness on your face.

"Such a stupid question coming from such a smart girl? I'm just amusing myself with a walk, - Ada slowly approached you and seemed to whisper, - but I can say more if you put away the knife, you don't want to attract unnecessary attention, right?"

She was right. With one movement, the knife was back in the purse.

"Why am I not surprised that I met you."

You crossed your arms and looked at Ada expectantly. The brunette continued to smile. A look ran over your body and you had to force yourself to remain calm. This woman has always found a way to make everything boil inside you.

"Don't talk like I'm here to give you trouble. I have a life outside of work too."

"I'm glad, but what made you say hello to me, you could pass."

She gasped, as if offended by your statement. However, it's hard not to notice the spark of amusement in her eyes.

"In any case, I would not have been able to pass by such beauty, it just so happened that you attracted my attention, [name], - Ada lifted your chin with her fingers and brought it closer to her, - you prefer those outfits, it's cute."

You smiled and moved closer to her face, deciding to play along with Ada's flirtation. You've gone through this tension many times already during joint missions, so why not finally put an end to it.

"If you want to ask me out on a date, just say so. No need to make a scene."

"I was just acting friendly."

Ada casually moved away from you, as if she really didn't care.

"Are you trying to kiss all your friends when you meet?"

"Maybe."

You pouted, and the sight made Ada's heart race. How could such a good person even exist? She so wanted to take your face in her hands and kiss, leaving red marks all over your skin. But not now.

You walked past Ada and headed to a random clothing boutique.

"I'm going to buy a couple of things, would you like to help me choose?"

Without hesitation, Ada caught up with you and ran a soft hand over your dressed shoulder.

"Gladly."

[blackjack-15]

Hi I just got through reading all of your liveblogging posts about The Bear! It was a delight to read all of your real-time predictions that ended up coming true, you really had this show’s number from the jump lol. Do you have any predictions for next season? Most fans think Carm and Syd are headed for an explosive confrontation, but are any other storylines, scenes, character beats, etc. that you think we might see?

This is super nice of you, anon! thank you so much for following my chaotic ramblings XD and hey it's a lot easier to know what might happen in the show when they've got such competent writers/directors! tho they surprised me a fair number of times (i don't think i'll be over the interplay/intercuts of claire, carmy, and syd at the end of 2X07/start of 2X08 any time soon), which keeps things fun

as far as predictions for next season...i think it's hard to say without having the first five minutes of S3 in front of me (they do such a good job setting up the tone and conflicts of the season in the first little bit of S1 and S2!), but i've got

a couple things i'm pretty sure about:

-more REM songs (only thing i'm 100% positive on)

-more kitchen/cooking time for our mains, especially carmy. last season's renovations + cliche john hughes nonsense kept him mostly out of the kitchen from ep 3 on, and i'm 99% sure he'll be back with a knife in hand come S3

-nat giving birth to a girl (i'd love it but am not solid on predicting she'd be named some derivative of 'mary' (or a name meaning 'victory', such as nicole), given the berzatto family prayer).

i know the temptation for her to have a boy named after michael is strong b/c it's TV, but this series (rightly, in my mind) tends away from Lionizing the Dead simply b/c they're dead, and after spending S2 breaking down mikey (and showing mikey and nat's relationship, which like ever berzatto relationship wasn't super healthy), i'm hopeful and trusting the writers to avoid this. it wouldn't make me hate the show or anything, but it would honestly disappoint me unless done in a way (i honestly can't think of what way) that would make it okay. plus pete kinda screams girldad to me, and seeing carmy and richie with a little niece would be incredibly precious

-sydcarmy dustup of some kind, but i doubt it'll be as explosive as we've seen in the past, mostly b/c syd was stressed but exhilarated by success at friends & family and b/c i think carmy's (lack of) mental health will be brought up in relation to it

-solidifying of a secondary staff at the bear to let our regulars breathe a bit and have the bear feel like a real, functioning kitchen, not a mom and pop greasy spoon -- this started at the end of s2 but it needs to continue

-cicero setting the tone of the first few months of The Bear (and probably his commentary on carmy's relationships) -- we're not out of the realm of Complete and Utter Failure yet, lads, and the money is gonna come due -- whether by the guise of Friendly Uncle Jimmy visiting with Nat, or the mask of Cicero the Loan Shark coming out in full force

-art storyline with carmy figuring out what will replace the awful painting (i'm going to guess it'll be something of his design, but it'll at least be something he feels represents him, given the comments last season)

-major theme of carmy figuring out what he wants vs what others want for him. him analyzing his relationship with claire by himself -- or, my preference, talking it out with Tina, who he seems to be able to open up to pretty well -- is part of this

things that have to happen but i have no idea how/to what resolution:

-carmy and richie addressing the "donna" fight/comment. it's gonna be multi-ep (neither one is great at complimenting the other to their face and tend to do it behind the other's back, but richie is especially bad at it), and it's gonna hurt.

-pete spilling the beans to Someone (not nat but not sure who) about donna being at f&f

-resident claire's poor little hurt feelings from trespassing into the kitchen and eavesdropping on then leaving carmy in the middle of a really, really bad attack (yes i'm phrasing it that way because it's true <3)

-something about tiff's upcoming wedding (marcus getting contracted/recommended to make dessert for it would be painful but oh so crunchy)

-carmy meets syd's dad. he's proud of her and her success and you know he's gonna want to meet her business partner

nebulous predictions:

-ebra's storyline with him carving out a niche at the sandwich window getting screentime

-tina coming more into her own and maybe getting a designated storyline (about what? no idea)

-more gary nonsense. man lives the wildest life and we see almost none of it

-carmy working through what cooking means to him and what it means in relation to the bear/the berzattos/sydney

-nat's water breaks/she goes into labor at the bear. not sure the baby will actually be born there (i'd guess probably not on the whole), but the process will Begin there

-syd distraction/love interest storyline. not even her dating particularly, just her attention being Split and having the shoe be on the other foot for carmy as they navigate what being business partners means outside the kitchen

-fak time. he's a little uncertain, a little wandering in the restaurant, and he was a major...antagonistic force, let's say? in S2. his place in the world of the bear needs clarification and harmony, and his identity needs solidity and sureness

things that aren't impossible/improbable but would be a Little Treat for Me specifically:

-chef jess being invited to the bear by richie (let the man have people outside the bear and his kid/ex! garrett may come too i'll allow it)

-the return of louie my beloved (helping out at the sandwich window? he makes a good foil to Young Carmy, so i would like to see him more -- carmy in Full Mentorship would be a thing to see, and it would be a being-better-than-mikey-was-to-him thing as well. it's narratively crunchy and provides lots of room for growth, but can be done in ways that don't involve louie, so that's why it's here)

-syd's best meal + comment about being a regular at The Beef coming back. do i think they eventually will? yes. am i aware that my desire for them is prolly stronger than it narratively should be be predicted? also yes. could this easily be combined with carmy meeting syd's dad? yes and i will break the sound barrier

-carmy drawing a dish syd comes up with. a hand-drawn menu for the bear would be Incredible, and syd's face looking at a sistine-chapel-style drawing of a dish she came up with? tremendous, chef

thing that i want to be brought up more than Anything but don't predict it'll be touched (at least directly):

-carmy yelling for syd during his attack in the walk-in (i'm sorry you can't have the man yelling "MARCUS GET ME SYD. GET ME SYD" and expect me not to want it on a billboard

that got long, sorry anon, but there we go -- 4am rambling off-the-cuff about S3...only months to go, hopefully....

[sungracd]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME : i've been going by kasumi for like ever lol, but just kas pls

PRONOUNS : she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : ims or discord are equally fine tbh but i'm equally slow either way

NAME OF MUSE(S) : adrian saint-clair, the one and only muse i have energy for :')

BEST EXPERIENCE : aaa i don't want to say 'best' because i'm really enjoying where i'm at right now but the memories that stick out to me most are when i was apart of a group. the tekken rpc here is still so friendly ♡ but before that i had a group of ff friends on a different site. maybe that's the joy of playing canon characters but unfortunately i'm probably sticking with this muse for a while sldkj adri has a chokehold on me-

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : i think the biggest dealbreaker is having a lot of negative/guilt trippy ooc. and idk if this one is a common belief so much these days or maybe just not around here but the whole elitist attitude of higher word count = better writing. omg did that mentality grind my gears lmao. also just being intolerant in general of people's ideas/portrayals/anything and feeling the need to express it rather than just walking away.

MUSE PREFERENCES : female or femme apparently lol. when i had a multi they were all female characters so yeah. idk what it is, maybe i just put way too much pressure on myself when it comes to male characters but i just can't feel comfortable writing them even though there's so many i love. 😭 i also can't do villains. i love morally gray and angst and even dark themes as long as it can be balanced out with fluff and comfort and sweet things.

PLOTS OR MEMES : as much as i appreciate the ease of memes, they're a hit or miss a lot of the time for me. i rarely post them much nowadays but i do still like to send them in for others! i feel a lot more comfy plotting something first, even if it's just the bare minimum cause i like the certainty of being on the same page and making sure we want to write the same ideas.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : both! i just write whatever i'm feeling at the moment really, sometimes that's something short and casual or more long and introspective.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : definitely in the morning, or generally anytime right after i wake up while my brain still feels refreshed and uncluttered.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : lol no. i mean we're both air signs so there's that, but adri is nice and outgoing and i'm more reserved and cautious. i think in a way writing them helps me to channel all the positive emotions i have a hard time expressing into something productive. c:

tagged by @ruinare ty! ♡ & tagging @zouin / @holyrisen / @deathsmaidens / @literanis / @rotdame / @killerhubby / @enypneon + anyone who wants it!

[kimi-level-of-idgaf]

This project is going to be so bad - Luca Fantilli

a/n: okay this is a first and i’m nervous but whatever. hopefully it’s not too bad

Last year was rough, between the softball season and the demanding major that is Architecture, I was having a hard time balancing all of my work and my mom brought up the valid point that my major shouldn’t stress me out this much in just my freshman year. 

After a long discussion with my parents over the summer, I decided to pursue another interest of mine, athletics. While i’m still technically undeclared, i’ve signed up for all the course work for a sports management degree, figuring I can do whatever I want with it in the future. I loved Architecture but it wasn’t working out. Besides, the students in this major are much more my speed than the Architecture students who will gladly spend a Saturday night working on a model over a party at one of the off campus houses. 

I had known Luke Hughes last year. We were friendly and often attended the same parties, both of us being athletes. I didn’t really know what to expect walking into my first Sports Law class of the year, but a row of four hockey players turning their heads after Luke called my name was not it. He sent a smile and waved me over “New major, eh?” he asked me. 

“New me,” I replied with a smile, I figured most of the boys with him were the new freshman as I only recognized Luke and Dylan. 

“Here, take the seat next to Luca, on the end. “ 

I look at the closest of the boys and am met with the smiliest brown-eyed boy i’ve ever seen. “Hi, I’m Luca,” he said reaching his hand out as I drop my bag on the table in front of my seat. I sit and shake his hand smiling. 

“These are some of the new froshes, Luca, Adam, and Rutger.” Luke explains. I smile and peek over towards the door, waiting for MY softball freshman to show up. Seconds later and my new teammate, Claire walks in. I wave her over and by the time class starts the row of us seven we’re getting along just nicely. 

Flash forward four weeks and we have our first partner project in the class. We were assigned our table partners and due to the odd numbers, Luca and I were partners, Claire being put with the girl sitting on her other side. “We can try to move things around if you want to be with Claire, I don’t mind.” Luca says with a smile. I snort, “I think I’ll be fine putting up with you for one project Luca.” I respond with a smile. “Do you want to try and knock this thing out sometime this weekend? I’m free whenever.” I ask while we all make our way out to the hallway. 

“Hmm yeah, Saturday work?” he says, I nod. “Alright I’ll text you. Have fun at practice, bopper.” A slight blush covers my cheeks at the nickname as Claire and I turn to head towards the Wilson complex for some lifting with the team. 

It’s now Saturday, a little bit before noon and Luca has just texted me asking if I wanted to pick up some lunch on my way over to his dorm. 

I stop at the cafe on campus and grab two lunches before making my way to Luca’s. 

“Hey,” a smiley Luca opens the door before I can even knock. “Oh- hi,” I look up with probably just as big of a smile on my face. “Ready to grind out this project?” he asks. 

A smaller smile fills my face “To be honest, I don’t even know what the project is supposed to cover.” I say bashfully. 

“Hmm, well I guess we better start then.”

After a grueling one and half hours of explaining things we didn’t understand  to each other, I let out a sigh and flop onto my back across from Luca. “I still don’t understand all of these stupid labor laws. Why are there so many and why does the NCAA have to change them every year!” I let out with a sigh. 

Luca chuckles, “Yeah, I think I’m done trying to understand injury protocol. It’s way easier when a coach just tells you you’re out.” Luca sighs. 

“This project is going to be so bad. Why’d he even put us in a group together, we have one working brain cell working together.” I mutter. 

Luca let’s put a loud laugh, “I don’t mind being partners with you. Makes it fun at least.”

I blush for probably the millionth time that week due to Luca and he smiles over at me. 

“Really, I like hanging out with you, it’s a nice break from Adam for sure.” he continues. 

“You’re not that bad to hang out with either, Fantilli.” I sit up and close my binder full of notes. Luca looks down at his computer but just stares, as if in thought. 

I myself, was only slightly enjoying the view of the boy who’s bed I was currently in. Okay, maybe it wasn’t so subtle. 

Luca looks like he’s thinking for a couple more seconds before he lifts his head and catches me. With a soft smile he says, “I like being your friend and all but would you want to go out sometime?” He mutters the last part and I have to lean in to hear him. 

“Oh my god, I didn’t know if you were ever going to ask.” I let out a laugh as I nod my head,”Yes, Lu, I’ll go out with you.”

 He breaks out in a huge smile before surging forward to kiss my lips. I kiss back immediately. The kiss was soft and sweet but soon turned into teeth on teeth as we both start smiling and giggling. He pulls away and stands up off the bed, taking my hands in his. “Come on, I didn’t even think you’d agree, but I’m sure going to start right away.” He says with his dazzling smile. 

“Where are we going? Wait, I need to grab my stuff.” I say as he drags me to where my shoes are by the door. 

“Just leave it, we can come back later, I’m taking you out on a date, don’t worry where.” he responds. 

I give him a playful side eye as I slide my ugg’s on and walk out with him, hand in hand. “Better not be planning on murdering me or anything like that, Fantilli.”

a/n: let me know what you guys think of this one. i love this story line and could come up with more parts if they’re wanted -soph

[sugawhaaa]

Jeongin x reader

"If only it were a birdie,"

Pairing:: Jeongin x female!reader

Warnings:: mention of blood and broken bones, mild foul language,based on the Canadian school system and is set in Canada bc I'm Canadian and it felt more accurate and safe to set it in Canada.

Word count::2, 553

Songs to listen to while reading::

A/N:: Another Jeongin fanfic 😍 it's to be expected lolol but the reason this fanfic came about was because we were playing pickleball in gym on Monday and everytime the guys playing infront of me would hit the ball I'd flinch because it was so loud. Then my brain went on a little tangent and then ta-daaa fanfic

"Alright class dismissed," your Science teacher clapped his hands and your classmates filed out of the room. You were going to head back to your locker when you remembered. This period is gym class. You groaned as you opened your locker. There was one good thing about gym class. All of your friends shared that same period. Despite it being just before break it was nice to spend time with all your friends for two whole hours. 

While you were sorting through your locker to find your gym bag the boy next to you asked you a question.

"Do you know what class we have next?" 

He was a super nice guy but he didn't have many friends. He's Korean, wears square glasses 90% of the time and has a unique fashion sense which most kids in your school don't like. He tries to fit in but when he realizes he can't, he just moves along. He's near the top of your class though, he's very smart. 

"We have gym now," you said, smiling up at him.

"Thanks," he said as he continued to mind his own business. You know all these things about him because you share every single class with him. Both semesters. Everyday. Like what are the chances! Must've been some kind of mistake in the system but oh well. Also he's very friendly so you just naturally get along with him.

As you were on your way to the gym you ran into your friends.

"Claire! Kira!" You called out as you sped up to them.

"Oh hey Y/N," Kira said waving to you. The three of you went into the locker room. You changed into your gym clothes while talking about the latest gossip with your friends. 

"Did you hear about that girl in 10th grade?"

"The one that got expelled, you mean?"

"Yeah!"

"I can't believe it's October and someone already got expelled,"

"I really don't wanna deal with Mr. Congies bs today,"

The girls chatted amongst themselves as you tied your shoelaces. You finally decided to join the Convo.

"Have you thought about going to Sarah's party next weekend?" You said grabbing your water bottle and going over to the other girls.

"Yeah," most of them said.

"And???"

"No way I'm going," they all shook their heads.

"Please! Any of you," you pleaded.

"We all know what goes down at her parties,"

"Yeah,"

"Man you guys are no fun," you said crossing your arms. You're just joking of course because they had the right to not want to go. Sarah's parties usually involve too many drinks for high-schoolers and too many…questionable sounds from the bedrooms. Either way you were gonna go, mainly to just get out there, but if your friends aren't going you probably won't either.

You and your friends walked into the gym to see…pickleball. You put your hands on your hips and shook your head. Your class has been doing pickleball for the past like 2 weeks. You went to the nearest court and stood on the side to wait for your turn with all the other girls. There were already four people playing and they had all the paddles so you stood there bored as fuck. Sure the talk between your friends was entertaining enough. Suddenly a girl shrieked, catching everyone's attention. Your gaze shot to where the ear piercing sound came from. There was the boy from earlier and a girl covering her body. Everyone stopped playing to see what the fuss was all about.

"He was taking lewd photos of me!!!!" She accused the black haired boy. 

"No I didn't! I was just looking at my phone!" The boy protested. Then Mr. Congies came over. 

"What's all the drama about," he said loud and proud. The girl explained that while she was waiting in line to play the boy behind her was taking inappropriate photos of her. The gym teacher snatched the boy's phone, "that's quite an accusation, we all know taking photos in school is illegal! Not to mention lewd ones," the teacher put his tiny glasses on and looked through the boy's phone. He looked terrified. "There is no evidence of any photos on Jeongin's phone of you." The teacher said, handing the phone back to the boy. Jeongin, that was his name. I forgot. You thought to yourself.

"I will get the councilors to look further into this later. For now, Jeongin on the court before I send you to the office," he said sternly pointing his wrinkled finger to the court and jeongin abided. He went over to the court, took a paddle from the other players and started playing. Mr. Congies put his hands on his hips with pride.

"Alright the rest of ya' back to playing," he said, waving the clipboard in his hand. Everyone continued to play as if nothing happened, including yourself. You kept talking amongst your friends.

"Ugh we haven't done anything all class,"

"Is that a bad thing though?"

"Yes! I wanna do something. Hey Y/N what time is it?"

Your friends all looked at you and you looked up to the clock in front of you.

"It's only eleven twenty," you said "why couldn't you have just looked at it?" You laughed with your eyes shut. That's when there was a sudden excruciating pain on the bridge of your nose. You opened your eyes to see everyone staring at you and a boy running over to you. Your friends were freaking out as you put your hand up to your nose, right between your eyes. It was SO painful. You slid your fingers down your nose and when you looked at them there was blood. Your eyes widened. What the hell just happened.

You looked down between your shoes as another drop of blood fell on them. Between your shoes there was a neon yellow pickleball with the tiniest bit of blood on it. You then pieced everything together. When you were laughing someone hit you right in between your eyes with a ball. 

"I'll go get some ice!" Claire got up and ran to Mr. Congies. The boy that was running to you earlier sat next to you. It was Jeongin. He kept apologizing as you just sat there awkwardly. "Here Y/N," Claire said as she offered you the ice with Mr. Congies standing next to her. 

"She should go to the nurse's office. Will one of you take her for me?" He said as you put the freezing ice to your nose. You flinched at the feeling. Jeongin shot his hand up before standing up.

"I'll take her!" He called out.

"Fine but first, who did this?" Mr. Congies crossed his arms.

"It's my fault Mr. Congies, I wasn't paying attention," 

"No. It was Jeongin he hit you didn't he," he said glaring at Jeongin. All your friends nodded their heads along with I.N. "Alright go on now I don't want anymore blood on my precious gym floors," Mr. Congies said with a wave of his clipboard. Jeongin took your arm and held the ice pack to your nose for you. He took you down the hall. You had your eyes gently shut because you now have a piercing headache. 

"Careful there's stairs here," He said, making you open your eyes and wobbly step down the stairs. He held you gently, guiding you. "We're gonna go in the elevator so we don't have to go up more steps," 

You two arrived at the elevator and you were still dizzy. Why are these damn pickleballs so hard? You thought to yourself as you heard the elevator ding open. Jeongin tripped on your way in making your eyes shoot open.

"You okay?" 

"Yeah, just my shoe laces," he chuckled as he pressed the third floor button. "Can you hold your ice for a sec? I'm going to tie my shoes," he said as you put your hand over his to hold the pack. He then bent down and fixed his laces but when he stood back up he didn't hold the ice. That's when the elevator suddenly started causing you to lose your balance a bit. You tilted over but Jeongin caught you. "Whoa, easy," he said as he held you up. Your cheeks get flushed at his tone of voice. 

"Thank you," you said as you stood back up properly.

After an awkward walk to the nurse's office you finally arrived. 

"Whoa whoa what happened here," the kind woman in the office stood up coming over to you as Jeongin held you up.

"I accidently hit her square in the nose with a pickleball!" Jeongin said as he set you on a little bench. 

"Oh ouch are you okay sweetie?" The lady said, sitting back down in her white chair as she rolled over to you. Her dark hair and questionable outfit was quite eye-catching. She sighed and shook her head. "How many times have you been here this year?" The nurse asked as she crossed her legs and turned to Jeongin. He just laughed awkwardly before her attention got drawn back to you. "Alright, I'm afraid there's not much else I can do for you dear. You want me to call home?" She said as she grabbed her clipboard. What's with this school and clipboards? 

"Yeah, my mom's number is [phone number of your choice]" you said as the nurse quickly wrote it down. 

"Alright I'll call her now. You two talk amongst yourselves in the meantime," she said as she rolled her chair over to the room next door.

"Y/N?" Jeongin randomly sat down next to you. You replied with a simple hum. "Why did you take the blame for getting hit, we all know it's my fault," he said with those big, doey, eyes. You couldn't help but tell him the truth.

"Well I just think people blame you too much for things that aren't your fault," you explained to him while shutting your eyes. "You get a bad wrap for no reason," you sighed. The chocolate haired boy thought for a moment, supposedly about your words. "You weren't taking lewd photos were you?" You asked out of the blue.

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'd never, I always screw shit like this up," he said with a sigh. You looked over at him sadly. "It's sounds corny but I feel so misunderstood here-"

The nurse came back interrupting your conversation. "Your mother said she'll be here in about 20 to 30 minutes," she said with her hand on her hip. "In the meantime," she turned to a big table in the center of the office. She grabbed bandaids and tissues. "Use these to stop the blood," she said, handing you the tissues. You did as she asked and whipped away most of the blood. Most of it had already come out of your nose so it was just the extra gunk. "And Jeongin can help you put this on your nose while I go take this call," she handed Jeongin a box of bandaids and left. 

When you open your eyes you see him pulling out hello kitty bandaids.

"Seriously, hello kitty," you laughed.

"Awe I think they're cute!" Jeongin chuckled as he opened one of them. "Now close your eyes," 

You did as he suggested. You felt a sticky feeling across your nose. "Oh thank you," you said touching it lightly. He threw the wrapping in the garbage and sat back down next to you. There was an awkward silence as you swayed your feet lightly. You pulled out your phone and turned on the camera. You analyzed your new accessory across your face. "Oh it looks so weird," you laughed.

"I think you look cute!" He said with a smile. You cooked a brow at him. "I mean! It looks cute!!!" He said as he waved his hands around with a pink face. 

"Thanks Jeongin," you said putting your hand on his shoulder with a smile. "I'm gonna ask the nurse if I can go pack up my things before my ride gets here," you said standing up. 

"You think your feeling steady enough?" He asked as he stood up next to you. 

"I'll be fine," you said as you turned the corner to the nurse's office room. You talked to her and she said it's fine but you should bring Jeongin with you, or someone. You relayed this to him and he happily joined you to your locker. You were collecting up your things when you ran out of hands to hold everything. "You mind holding this for me," you said as you handed him your Science textbook. He held everything with no complaints and quickly gave you something back when you said you needed it. "Damn I forgot I'm in my gym clothes still!" You shot up on your feet.

"Here take your bag with you and we'll go back to the locker rooms," he said calmly as he handed you your bag. You smiled back as you took it from him. You two went to the lock rooms and you walked into the girls one. You turned back to look at him.

"You comin'?" You raised an eyebrow at him. 

"No, I'm a man," he shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sure it's fine just this once, there's no one else in here," you waved a hand at him.

"Okay," he said as he shyly followed you into the pink painted room. He held some of your things as you gathered your things and took off your gym shoes. "It really isn't that different is it?" He said as he looked around. "It's just pink," 

"Yup,"

"And there's not garbage everywhere,"

"Mhm,"

"And no condoms…" he laughed after the silence. You giggled too.

"Okay," you said before taking your shirt off right infront of him. He jumped and covered the view of you with a yelp. 

"Haha maybe a warning next time?" He awkwardly laughed as he turned around.

"Oh sorry, I'm so used to doing this infront of girls who don't care," you smiled innocently while shrugging. After you finished changing everything the two of you went back to your locker. That's when there was an announcement over the PA system. 

"Y/N L/N please come to the office ready to go your ride is here. Y/N L/N please come to the office ready to leave, your ride is outside," you put on your thin spring jacket and your backpack. 

"Alright, thank you for all your help In," you smiled up at Jeongin.

"In?" He said with a confused expression.

"Yeah, I was trying to think of nicknames for you when I was getting changed," you said lightly blushing.

"Hm? Okay then, Noona," he said with a wink.

"Noona?" You tried to copy his accent but it was kinda hard. He chuckled.

"In Korea it's a term younger Koreans use to address older woman," Jeongin said with a smile that reached his eyes. 

"Noona, I like!" You said with a smile that mimicked In's. "Okay I'll see you soon In!" You said while waving and walking to the door.

"See you Noona!" He said as he waved back. "Oh, what am I gonna tell my teacher," Jeongin sighed as he walked back to his class.

[elusivewildflower]

Ryan Gosling’s Character Zodiac Signs

Thank you to the girls in the baby goose renaissance discord for always being up for a discussion about Ryan’s characters. (@truesblue , @ninjathrowingstork & @axenno1211) also tagging a few mutuals who I think might enjoy reading this: @hederasgarden, @interlinked-within-cells​, @crownofdecit​, @ministryofutmosthappiness​, @adoresbenho​

I may add more of his characters once I watch more of his movies (or re-watch). Feel free to add to the discussion if you agree/disagree or have a character in mind that I don’t have listed yet!  

There will be spoilers for his movies, so if you haven’t seen one of them, keep on scrolling past the character! 

Courtland Gentry (The Gray Man) -- Capricorn (or possibly Gemini)

There are so many reasons why I believe Court is a Capricorn. @ninjathrowingstork​ said it best by saying Court has the Oldest Kid Mentality, being hyper-responsible for everyone. He’s extremely self-sufficient, calculating, cautious, observant and reserved. He checks the box of almost every trait a Capricorn should have---and a lot of them have probably helped him survive as long as he has as a Sierra. He’s also reliable, as Fitzroy knew that if Court was able to walk, he’d be coming to save him and Claire without a doubt. And I’ll be damned if anyone tries to tell him he wasn’t noble for stepping in and saving his brother from their father.   

However, we could also see Court as a Gemini, too. He’s charismatic, uses humor as a crutch, sarcastic, and adaptable. Though, I think I lean more towards a Capricorn for him. 

Holland March (The Nice Guys) -- Sagittarius

There are so many gifs I could use to represent Holland and his overall hot-mess-express self, but this one is a favorite of mine. Being a Sagittarius myself, it was easy to pick this sign as Holland’s. He’s a walking disaster, yet somehow extremely lucky. Holland’s also rather confident, friendly, flirty, unpredictable, and seems a bit careless like a Sag would be. I’d describe more in detail, but honestly it’s the chaotic energy that he exudes that really reinforces he’s a Sagittarius. 

Officer K (Bladerunner 2049) - Pisces

The main Pisces traits that I find in K are that he’s self-sacrificing, introspective, and sensitive. K tends to keep to himself, its a bit introverted and pensive at all times. Of course, it’s not easy for him to make friends in his world, but even when he’s around Joi, you can tell he’s in his head quite a bit before speaking to her. While K doesn’t show too many emotions, the sensitivity comes into play when he realizes he may or may not be the child, and it’s revealed that all K ever really wanted was to be real, have a family and be loved. The self-sacrificing....well, there’s a reason I chose the gif that I did. I don’t want to go into how the ending of this movie made me feel. 

Driver (Drive) - Scorpio

Surprisingly, Driver is the only character of Ryan’s that we thought was the same sign as Ryan himself. Scorpios are known to be intense, volatile and unpredictable, almost like a volcano. This really resonates with Driver in the moments where his anger is shown. He’s otherwise very quiet and seemingly calm, but his anger surmounts to a level that has him killing people in brutal ways. Scorpios also have the tendency to keep to themselves and are protective. Driver does all that he can to make sure that Irene and her son are safe, and other than them and Shannon, it’s clear that Driver keeps to himself and doesn’t have many friends. 

Luke Glanton (The Place Beyond the Pines) - Aries

Luke’s short-tempered manner definitely leans towards him being a fire sign, but add in his impulsiveness and he just screams Aries to me. Luke shows his short-temper several times in the movie, but most noticeably when he strikes Kofi with the wrench(?). He also shows his impulsiveness when he decides to rob 2 banks in one day, as well as when he decides to quit his job at the carnival to stay near his son without any sort of plan (though, that quick decision is understandable as he was set to leave the next day). Aries tend to have daredevil personalities, and I think we can all agree that Luke’s job at the carnival and his interest in robbing banks fits the definition of a daredevil. 

Julian Thompson (Only God Forgives) - Cancer

Cancers are known for being protective and doing the most for their loved ones. I feel this works best for Julian because he does the most for his mother in order to protect her. First, it’s mentioned that he killed his own father for her, and then it’s seen in the movie that he even tries to kill Chang in order to keep her safe. They’re also good with business, and Julian is the head of the family’s drug business, even though he’s the youngest. Generally, that sort of thing falls on the eldest child, so Julian had to have been picked to lead it for some reason. Cancers also tend to be sensitive but have a hard outer shell, and seek comfort. While Julian hardly speaks in this movie, it’s easy to see that he’s got some issues going on, but also that he seems to be a bit more of a sensitive type with a tough outer shell. He sits and listens to his mother talk down to him/about him, and while there’s no outward hint of being upset, a lot of his emotions show through in his eyes. He also craves comfort so much that he literally slices his mother’s stomach open and shoves his hand inside after she’s already dead. (Still shudder every time I think of this scene tbh.)  

Jacob Palmer (Crazy, Stupid, Love) - Capricorn (or possibly Leo) 

Jacob is our second Capricorn on this list. Capricorns tend to be persistent and know what they want, which is easily shown by how Jacob pursues Hannah, or even any of the women he sleeps with prior to dating her. They also tend to be good at giving advice to others, which is exactly what Jacob does for Cal. Capricorns also tend to carry emotional baggage without telling anyone, and we know from the scene with Hannah that Jacob is the way he is because his father was “too nice,” and his mother was rather cold and uncaring. Aside from drunkenly asking Hannah to ask a personal question, he’s probably never opened up to anyone about that before. 

Jacob could also be a Leo, as they’re known for being a bit vain, high maintenance, ambitious, wanting to stand out, and also like living a life of luxury. All of those things ring a bell for Jacob to me (And really, the list could go on there, too). 

Dean (Blue Valentine) - Libra

Dean is such an underrated character of Ryan’s. The movie tears you apart, and sure, Ryan is balding for most of the movie as he plays the older version of Dean, but god damn young Dean was fine as hell. He is so so so romantic and charming. He’s also 100% a relationship kinda guy, hopeless romantic who wants to find the love of his life and stay by her side until he dies. He tried so hard to keep the love alive in his relationship when his wife didn’t want to.  Libra’s are also supposed to be indecisive, and there’s a moment in the movie where Cindy asks why Dean chose to be a house painter when he was good at so many different things (especially a lot of creative ones---and Libra’s are also creative). I’d be willing to bet that indecisiveness on what he wanted to pursue is part of the reason he took the job and stayed there, even if he could’ve done better or did something he would’ve enjoyed more. 

There’s probably more I could find about him if I watched the movie again, but the hopeless romantic thing fits the most with a Libra. 

[julianrchandlerx]

setting: jasmine’s apartment

who: julian chandler & jasmine st. claire @cantfightmoonlight

“Now I know this is much delayed,” Julian started with a lopsided grin on his face, “But I did not come empty handed. After all — late or not, it’s only right to bring a house warming gift!” At that, the vampire held out a medium sized bag, one with the words “Happy Birthday” in glittery cursive on the front and brown paper sticking out of the top instead of tissue paper. It was his first time swinging by her new apartment, so he made sure to come prepared. “Ignore what it says on the bag… It’s the only one I had. And, ah,” his cheeks rouged at the contents, a fake snake plant he found while running some errands the day before, “I had a real plant originally, but it didn’t last the ridiculous amount of time I’d been hoarding it before coming by, so… I think fake is a good way to go, right? I mean it looks just as nice. And hey, neither you or your roommate will have to worry about watering it — win, win.” He shrugged, keeping his dopey smile on.

Julian had not spent as much time with Jasmine as he would have liked, and now that he was getting more and more used to his new life he wanted to fix that. He did come to Lunar Cove to recuperate their friendship, after all, he felt determined to keep to his original goal. It helped him feel more like himself again. Well… and there was another topic of conversation to be had. He tried to keep Briar-Rose Reed from flashing across his mind, not allowing Jasmine to get a sneak peek to what he was anxious to discuss with her. Swaying on his feet at the entrance to her new place, he quirked a brow at Jasmine. “You gonna welcome me in? Unless you wanna go grab a coffee or something. It’s been a while since I think we’ve been able to chat without a big ol’ elephant in the room, so to speak.” The man had long since let go of any weirdness over his demise and her curse. “And look, we got through a holiday in town without any scary shenanigans, so… What do you say to a little friendly catch up? There’s actually something I’d like to, er, I guess share with you.” He tried not to let his nervousness show, but then again who could blame him? How’d you tell your childhood best friend you were dating their little sister? He had no clue, but he tried not to just blurt it out. Contain, Chandler, contain it.

[porcelainseashore]

THOTS INCOMING

me all of chapter 6 i’ll fight her irl don’t even care about the outcome

hunnigan my queen♡ i actually really love the design of the nosferatu in vtm so she is very gorgeous to me

WE ARE EMBROILED IN NONSENSE I TELL YOU, SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE A LICK OF SENSE

holeh moleh

WE ARE SO. CLOSE. SO CLOSE. WE’VE ALMOST GOT IT.

i really loved the interaction between us and claire that was real cute🥺 and thank god we declared neutral ground i fear things would have gotten real scary otherwise

LEON!!! WHAT DID WE SAY!!! IT’S OUR CAFE AND WE DO WHAT WE WANT AND IF IT WAS NEUTRAL GROUND BEFORE IT THEORETICALLY WON’T HURT FOR IT TO STAY NEUTRAL EVEN THOUGH IT’S RUN BY A TOREADOR NOW i’m gonna kick him in the shins i s2g …

the end was so cute us finally starting to get to know leon a little and having a nice little conversation BUT THE CLIFFHANGER??? YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME WAIT ANOTHER WEEK???

bestie i am scared (in a good way) please god let us not have fucked everything up with that question and please god let leon not fuck anything up and lie to us about this shit …

LOVE YOU PORCELAIN MUAH

Waahhhh the Ada hate in you is strong 🤣 Tbf she was only throwing Reader into the deep end to see if she was worthy enough of the Embrace, since Leon had raved about her. At least, that was what she had in mind!

And that's a first that you liked Hunnigan's appearance here, as quite a few people found her a little scary or revolting, which is the usual reaction given to the Nosferatu. But hey, we found a Nossie fan! 🫶 Also that lick pun got me 💘

Yes!! I loved writing the dynamic between the Redfields, Reader and Leon - they kinda gel well together and have their own thing going on, a bit like frenemies, maybe more on the friendly side though. Reader is wondering if she should've been Brujah herself at this rate, and no way is she gonna let Leon "control" her! Nuh-uh! Leon is really trying his luck with the sire card, but he knows he can't pull that one on her too often 😉

I just had to have a bit of a breather in this chapter after the intensity and action-packed previous ones, since these two idiots need to also have some bonding time and actually developing their relationship amidst all the politics and chaos. I mean at the rate they're going, there's only one way this could end right? 🫣👇

Thank you so much again for supporting me and seriously your lovely asks always make my day! They're so cuuuttteee 🥰❤️‍🔥

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

fuck marry kill ethan jim claire

Thank you so much for this ask u understand me and my fixations. I have given this a lot of thought and the only answer I can give is the most basic one: fuck Claire, marry Ethan, kill Jim

My reasoning is…I can’t fuck Ethan because he’s deep in the throes of the honeypot trauma and it would be deeply unfun for him. Claire on the other hand has probably not had good sex with an enthusiastic and attentive partner for a very very long time. So even though she still probably has baggage in that area…who doesn’t. It’ll be good. Then I’ll let her go continue the cycles of abuse

Ethan doesn’t have Claire’s sheer level of wife trauma. However he does have quite a bit of collective seduction/manipulation/spousification trauma from being jim’s claire replacement and claire’s jim replacement all at once. So I’d want to give him space. Honestly a big part of the appeal of marrying post-mi1 Ethan is that he’d probably be gone most of the time. When he did show up he’d be nice company, on his laptop a lot, maybe giving me abridged summaries of his current missions. Having the occasional emotional breakdown. It’s always nice to have a fellow autist around, and a fellow traumatized bitch. He’d develop a complex over being an absent husband, but I really wouldn’t care (steadily growing a list of movies to rant to him about the next time I see him). It would be good for him to have someplace to return to when his mom dies. So much of mi2 feels like the result of Ethan being completely alone and a “friendly coexistence” type of marriage would be a comforting touchstone. Also I’d probably end up introducing him to nonsexual kink at some point and I think that would be very fun for both of us. I could steal his leather jackets (!!!!!!!) and encourage him to experiment with gender presentation (think. Mi2 Ethan with colorful clips in his hair. Or bobby pins with little plastic flowers. Mi2 Ethan with his nails painted……….)

Jim needs to die which is a bit of a shame, it’s the difficulty of fmk…the ideal Jim ending for me is honestly a situation where he stays alive, but with his circumstances changed so he has less real-world power. A dead Jim still holds the same thrall over Claire and Ethan, if not even more, and makes closure way more difficult. An ending where he stays alive and continues to worm his way nastily through the world…it provides more opportunities for Ethan and Claire to grapple with the ways he hurt them, and I am personally always a fan of “the worst person you know continues to exist and be a human being.” Failing that, though, dead Jim works for me if Claire gets to kill him. Ethan already got to kill him and all he got out of it was soul crushing guilt and shame. Claire I think would at least have some fun with it. So me “killing jim” would just look like handing Claire the gun and saying “hey you wanna…?”

[dullyn]

I'm interested in your perspective writing the arthurian legends for pre/early teens! It was a huge obsession of mine at that age (and now lol) and I just encountered the incest etc as part of the story - at that age I just wasn't troubled by it. Your experience sounds a lot like mine where those elements were more impactful as an adult but maybe less so as a kid. Could it just be incorporated passingly/not graphically rather than changed? Its such a strange thing to navigate. Good luck on your writing!

Okay so what I’m doing with mine is relying on two things: uninformed narrator and being a little picky&choosy with what I have in my story.

My narrator is Lancelot as a 15 year old boy fresh out of the Lake World except he’s very unaware of everything as I’m making him more of a modern guy sent to Camelot than a boy raised with fairies determined to Be A Knight. So this gives me some leeway as he’s a bit stupid (said with love) and does not entirely understand all customs/happenings around him so that the kids reading can like learn it along with him.

Then with the picking and choosing, I think it’s nice that there is just So Much Source Material for the Arthurian legends cause it means I can write about the knights doing almost anything and it will have happened at some point. (Hence the joke post I made where I said I gave Hellawes a dragon, cause why not). So I can like stay away from the crazier/unethical events that happen in the main plot of my story (Like Bors and Claire cause I hate that so much). Though not entirely deviating from the legends as a whole. I don’t think I’m going to mention the whole incest thing in this book, maybe in the future, and that is entirely because if I ever publish it I would rather not have my story be classified as something Mature and therefore not be shown to the entire intended age group (Cause people are weird about books).

My ultimate goal is for it to be more of a gateway for kids to read it and get into the official legends, then for it to be a 100% recreation of the stories warts and all. Kind of like how PJO is a kid friendly adaptation of Greek myths (ish) and got a lot of people into Greek and Roman mythology. (I am not in any way saying I am similar to Rick Riordan and his skill as a writer, I’m just a college student typing away at my laptop). I just want people to appreciate Arthur and the Knights the same way I did as a kid (and still do).

[katieqnmr]

test shoot!! 🥰🤩

I, like Orla, will not put too much info in this as I'd like to save a lot of inner detail for the reflection, but I feel like it would be cathartic and nice to do a general reflection on the process of the test shoot.

I'd had a cancelled/delayed train nightmare the night before, so I arrived on set with around 4.5 hours sleep.... nevertheless I was feeling pretty good as we began the day. Even through heavy rain, the whole crew was super determined and the atmosphere was so friendly and kind, and that I think is partly why I came away from the shoot feeling so happy.

I was recently enlisted as the DOP for this project, and though I was a bit nervous because I haven't done cinematography since the beginning of second year(!!), I luckily had the best camera team in the world to help support me, both mentally and physically (cheers Sam for helping me carry the camera between takes, that was so kind and helpful!). Eva was so kind and patient, as she showed me the basics of getting to grips with the Ursa, which I am now quite fond of, despite how bloody heavy it is! I would have been lost without her, and I feel really happy that I was able to learn so much and adapt in a short space of time. Alex the gaffer was also a legend, and was out in the rain most of the time constantly rearranging his flagging, even though the light we were working with didn't really want to be changed hahaha!!

As for myself, I think I definitely felt better going into the second half of the day, as I had had a little time to get used to how fast the change-over/ general operations were. I only regret we didn't have Claire (Phoebe) for longer, as I really did want to get more coverage of her. But Jack's friend Aimee really helpfully stepped in, so that Alex (Harry) could have someone to work with!

The rain was also a malevolent if not beautiful force in the first half of the day, which made filming with a camera I had just started to get used to, extra challenging. But I did definitely get it in the end!

I'd also like to shout out everyone else in the crew, Orla was fabulous and really kept us all calm but looked after, Jack and Lucy were great at cracking the whip, but in a kind way ;))!! Sam and Monica from second year were so sweet and helpful too, and the sound team and Alyssa (editor) were really on it. It's both humbling and exciting to see a group of people working to help something you wrote become real!

Overall I feel so happy with the day and am excited to see how everything came out :)))