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sillymommy6969 · 7 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕾UBTLE & SECRET

Daniela Avanzini x fem!reader

summary: snippets of dann/n moments here and there from katseye content eyekons have pointed out…

warnings: none, just fluffy moments

pt. 2

DANI & Y/N ROLLING W THE LGBT FOR 11 MINUTES GAY (FT. THE KATZ BEING OVER THEIR GAY SHYT)

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Video of Katseye doing the gingerbread house competition. Megan and Yoonchae are fighting over decorating the walls while Dani and Lara are scheming about stealing the maknaes’ strawberries. Sophia, Y/N and Manon—as the older line—were asked to do their house on a similar set next door.

“No, because why is Yoonchae such a snitch,” Dani joked, licking the frosting from her fingers as Lara cackled with the front of their house clutched between her fingers. “I swear, this girl was definitely a teacher’s pet growing up in school.”

The latter gasped in faux outrage at the Latina’s teasing, shooting her the biggest side-eye.

“Oh my God,” Megan suddenly burst into hysteria, catching the three members beside her off guard. “Remember—Remember that time Dani stole Y/N’s shirt. Like the one she got in Greece—the one she cut, so it was off shouldered?”

Dani immediately screamed once she realized what incident Megan was recollecting. She stood from her seat, leaning over a retreating Yoonchae to place a hand over Megan’s mouth. Lara’s eyes widened at her teammate’s antic, hands grabbing the older’s hips so she wouldn’t fall into the table of food.

The camera cut to Sophia, Y/N and Manon next door, their actions halting as they stared off screen at a muffled screech. The three glanced at each other, their hands hovering over the parts of the house they were making.

Manon eyed Y/N, elbowing the younger. “Sounds like Dani’s having a little too much fun, baby, if y’know what I mean.”

Sophia shot her a grimace, “Nobody ever knows what you mean, Manon. Oh my God, you’re ruining the—!”

The shot cut back to the younger line of Katseye members. The camera zoomed in on Dani’s fluster, her pale cheeks burning a faint shade of pink as she desperately tried to cease Megan from sharing the embarrassing encounter.

“Megan, I swear to God—!”

“Wait, I remember this,” Yoonchae chimed.

Megan’s devious cackle echoed around the room, leaning back and away from Daniela’s grasp. The whisker dimples etched under her eyes, they curled into thin curves from how hard she was laughing. “Dani snuck into Y/N and Manon’s room at night and stole her shirt while she was showering. And—and, when Y/N came out, she spent like twenty minutes looking for this stupid shirt because she lives in that graphic tee.”

Daniela knocked her chair back abruptly with the back of her thigh, storming off screen with red cheeks as Lara shouted insincere assurance that the story wasn’t as embarrassing as she had recalled.

Now Yoonchae was laughing, pointing off screen at Daniela, who was hiding her face in her hands behind a scattered crowd of their filming crew members.

“Dani begged Yoonchae not to tell Y/N she had her shirt and she was hiding in her closet, pretending to look for something the whole time before Yoonchae ratted her out.” Megan leant back in her chair, almost tipping backwards—if not for Yoonchae holding her upright—at how hard she was laughing. “Oh my God, Dani was so embarrassed, her face got all red and she like refused to leave her room. Y/N caved and just gave her the shirt, and Dani just wears it around the house 24/7.”

“Yeah, it’s Dani’s like, designated pjs.” Lara added.

“It was so funny because Dani thought she was so slick with it.” Megan sighed, her laughter dying down. “Anyway, if Y/N wasn’t the nice, good girl she was, she would’ve filed a creepy perv report against Dani, I swear on all the moms.”

Their manager ushered Dani back onset, plopping back down beside Lara in defeat. Her hair was a little tousled and her cheeks were flushed, the tip of her ears radiating heat as she stared down and fought the small smile creeping its way onto her lips. Her dimples evident.

“I have never, in twenty years of life ever been violated like this.” The Latina murmured, eyeing the three cameras around them respectively as Lara rubbed her back up and down. “For the record, I got Y/N that shirt because I had one. I wanted us to match in Greece when we were shooting that video and I swear I thought it was mine.”

“Mhm, whatever you need to tell yourself.” Lara chuckled. “Y/N’s one was cut, but okay…”

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to a Weverse live in Manon and Y/N’s room. Manon was sitting on the floor, fixing her hair in the camera as Y/N read comments over her shoulder. The collar of Manon’s striped button-up was flared and the V line hung a little too low. Y/N, in a beanie with the hood on, her make-up still on from the day and big hoop earrings skimmed the comments Eyekons were making of the eldest member’s outfit.

“They’re saying you’re looking too seductive,” Y/N joked, looking down at Manon’s chest from over her shoulder. She grabbed the collar, fixing it and smoothing it out to cover a bit more skin Manon was flashing the camera. The younger smirked, her eyes hooded as she eyed Manon through her long, fluttering lashes. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, jokingly sliding a hand over Manon’s shoulder. “Save the show for me tonight when the camera turns off.”

The older seemed to return the same level of freakiness as she raised a knowing eyebrow. Her hand found Y/N’s neck, grabbing it as she leant in and turned her head dramatically over to cover both their faces. Their giggles could be heard before they pulled apart, glancing back at the camera at the amount of frantic comments flooding their live.

A particular verified user seemed to catch Manon’s eye.

“Well, I didn’t know Dani was watching.” She leant closer towards the camera, reading what the girl had typed into their chat. There were a couple of comments with an exaggerated amount of capitalized yelling and angry emojis. “‘Stop flirting before you make me gag’ and ‘I can hear you guys from the living room please shut up’. Dani’s on a call with her family downstairs right now, so she can’t join us. Bad girl, she’s tuning into this live instead of talking to her parents.”

user01 Probably needed to make sure Y/N was behaving

user02 DANI COME GET YO GIRL

user03 Guys Y/N’s looking a little too fine in that fit

user04 At least we know who the dom is between them

Y/N giggled to herself at the comments on Dani’s reaction to their dynamic. Her ringed hands come up to adjust the hood over her beanie, running her slender fingers through her hair as she wet her lips. “Dani, be good and talk to your mami y papi, yeah? You can come and join us when you’re done.”

[ SHES SO FUCKING HOT FOR THIS ]

Manon rolled her eyes at the younger’s statement. What was supposed to be an innocent sentence definitely had Daniela kicking her feet with a finger between her teeth downstairs.

“‘Yes ma’am’,” Manon read out, “Okay, Miss Ma’am, walk her like a dog, N/N. Maybe Sophia should step aside and let you be the leader, you’re like the only one who can keep Dani in line.”

user05 “BE GOOD”??? OMG ID FOLD

user06 dani’s so real cuz if y/n asked me to be good, i’d immediately be on my knees too

user07 BOTH lips smiled

user08 she def talks you through it…

“Somebody asked who your celebrity crush is.” Manon announced. She chuckled to herself, brushing her hair back into a pony with her hands. “Girl, ya’ll should pull a chair out for this one, Y/N has a whole tier list.”

Y/N gasped in excitement, readjusting her sitting position. She whipped her hand out, holding up an open palm.

She rambled, “I made a list because Lara and I wanted to make a hear me out cake. Okay, so basically we had a men’s and women’s version. But the men’s one is so short, so we’re doing the women’s one, okay? Hear me out.”

[ Y/N we know what you are ]

Manon slapped her in the arm, shooting her a warning glare. Reminding her they had certain rules they needed to follow on live, to not say anything that would get them in trouble.

“Okay, so basically I’ve been watching these sisters on youtube and they’re hilarious. The Kalogeras sisters? I am absolutely in love with Demitra, she’s so funny and so good at singing.” Y/N bit her lip, “Dani got so mad at me when I was watching them the other day between rehearsal. She said if I was gonna watch someone with curls, it should be her.”

user09 so Y/N has a type; girls with curls

user10 Y/N basically just confirmed Dani’s THAT kinda gf

user11 my two worlds just collided

Nearly immediately, as if on cue, Daniela bursted through their door and into their room. She was sporting a beige jacket, her hair tied into a bun as she tackled Y/N to the ground.

“Stop! They’re gonna think I’m crazy.” Daniela squealed, her arms wrapped around the older’s face as they wrestled off screen. Manon side-eyed them in disgust as she continued reading the comments about Daniela’s affectionate nature when it came to Y/N. They always seemed to be touching in some way when they were together, as if they couldn’t stand being away from each other for too long. “And literally take her off that hear me out list, I should be the only curly-haired person you love!”

[ What’s more gay; Actually being gay or whatever this is? ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to the Katseye house-warming video, where they all sat around on a couch and table. The girls were just talking with pizza in their hands and occasionally argued about a silly topic.

Daniela noticed Y/N sitting alone beside her. The older was just staring intently at Sophia and Manon debating whether or not the best tiktok idea collector was each other.

The Latina’s hands crept towards Y/N’s under the table, which the video zoomed into. [ The way they thought they were slick ] Daniela laced their fingers together loosely, tugging her closer until her back was pressed against her front. Daniela’s arm laid over Y/N’s shoulder, her hand playing with the ends of her hair. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, used to the Latina’s need for physical intimacy as her hand rested on Daniela’s thigh.

Across the group, Lara and Y/N shared a glance. The Indian dancer raised an eyebrow, throwing the older a smirk at their positioning. She nodded off towards the camera, almost like she was reminding the older of their duties.

Y/N peeled away from Daniela just the tiniest bit, feeling the younger sigh in protest.

The video zoomed in on a blurry image of the two still cuddling as Sophia squealed in disbelief at something Manon said. They were so obviously affectionate with each other, Yoonchae and Megan were whispering and eyeing them in teasing irritant.

“Dani, y’know you won’t die if you just sat normally beside Y/N for once, right?” Manon snorted, earning a harsh punch in the arm from the Latina in response as Y/N laughed.

“Yeah, ain’t nobody tryna pry the poor girl from your hands, babe. Y/N can’t even eat her pizza cuz you’re all over her.” Lara collapsed into a laughing fit as Daniela hid her face behind Y/N’s neck. The older stroked her hair in comfort, laughing at their members’ teasing. “See, Dani needs her mommy to come save her from embarrassment.”

“We just moved in and Dani’s already tryna steal my roommate,” Manon joked, “Such a thief, Lord.”

For the rest of the live, with a light atmosphere of just talking and being together, Daniela and Y/N stayed cuddling together as they fell into the rhythm of conversation with their friends.

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to an interview Katseye is doing a live Q&A for their band’s new album release, and Daniela and Y/N are sitting side by side at the end of a line of Katseye members. The host, a fan favorite for being playful and cheeky, is known for asking light-hearted and sometimes embarrassing questions.

"Alright, now, we’ve seen how close all of you are, but we want to know more about the dynamics between Daniela and Y/N. You two are always together, always laughing and making jokes. So, here’s a question: is there any moment when one of you just absolutely flusters the other?"

The fans immediately begin to chant “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” as they anticipate something fun, and Daniela looks at YN nervously, already blushing slightly.

Y/N giggled at the audience’s fanfare, holding her mic up to her lips. “Oh, I think we both have our moments, right, Dani?"

Daniela gives a nervous laugh and tries to play it off, but she’s clearly getting more flustered. Y/N, noticing, decides to tease her a little more. The other members share knowing looks at Daniela’s reaction, knowing their favourite Cuban was terrible at hiding the physical reactions her body had to teasing—especially their fellow Katseye member, Y/N’s.

“Remember that time last week when we were rehearsing, and I said, ‘I think you look really cute today,’ and you literally froze and couldn’t finish the choreography for the next five minutes? Like, it was so funny ‘cuz Roy was getting so frustrated that our best dancer was completely messing up the sequence.”

Daniela’s eyes widen, and she immediately turns bright red. The fans erupt in laughter, knowing exactly what moment YN is talking about from a vlog that was uploaded a couple days ago on a day in the life of Katseye. Daniela quickly covers her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"I—I wasn’t expecting you to say something like that, okay?! You just... you just looked at me and said that so casually! How was I supposed to focus after that?!"

Y/N pouts, pursing her glossy lips at Daniela. "Aww, come on, Dani. You looked so cute, so I had to tell you! But it’s okay, I won’t tease you too much... unless you want me to."

Daniela stammers, still covering her face, and the fans are loving the playful interaction between the two. YN leans in a little closer, her voice softening.

Y/N chuckled, leaning over to rest an assuring hand on Daniela’s thigh. "But seriously, Dani, you always look amazing. Don’t be embarrassed."

Daniela’s heart skips a beat, and she’s now visibly flustered, her face as red as a tomato. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, trying to hide her smile.

"I’m not embarrassed! I just... I didn’t expect you to say that then on camera, or now on live TV."

YN chuckles and pats Daniela on the back, giving her a smile, while the fans continue to cheer for the adorable interaction between the two.

The host hummed, "Looks like we’ve learned a little more about who keeps who on their toes! Thank you for sharing, Dani. I’m sure YN won’t let you forget this anytime soon."

Daniela, still a bit flustered but laughing along with the rest, glances over at Y/N, who gives her a wink (which the camera and crew fully catches, as an exaggerated edit with a winking sound effect added in post). It’s clear that their close bond and playful teasing are one of the group’s favorite dynamics.

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to Lara’s live, when somebody asked her, “What are the Katzs’ favourite things to do when they’re not at work?”

“—Sophia’s is definitely cooking. Girl loves just being able to make a big dinner and have us all sit down and eat like a big family. And Dani’s is… Dani loves reading, sometimes she’ll just be reading in Manon and Y/N’s room with whatever book she’s reading that week. Manon will be finding new ways to do her makeup and matching new fits—And Y/N loves just jamming out and making some tunes on her guitar. Oh my God, the tiktok she recently made with the riff to “Me and Your Mama” was so good. I’m pretty sure Dani forced the poor girl into doing that song after she did “Enter Sandman”.”

[ They’re so old married couple omg ]

“Yeah, we’ve been working hard and practicing a lot with the show coming up. But honestly, Sophia’s been doing a lot behind the scenes to keep morale high and make sure we’re resting well… Y/N being Y/N has been stressing about Sophia overworking herself,” Lara said, “Dani gets really upset when Y/N digs herself into this hole of worrying about us. She’ll get extra catty and mean when Y/N’s down.”

[ Dani always defends her girl… they’re so cute ]

“No, Dani got so angry that one time Y/N got shoved accidentally by this photographer on set. She almost got in trouble for saying stuff, it was insane. I mean, Sophia and Manon definitely had some things to say to that guy too, but Dani?” Lara exhaled deeply, flicking her wrist. “Dani was full Latina mami mode. She was yelling in Spanish, she was pointing everywhere, she was ready to throw hands.”

[ This wasn’t even the full live… should I make a pt. 2? ]

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idyllwave · 2 months ago

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other way around

gojo x wife!reader pt. 6

gojo doesn't mean what he says, but was it already too late or could he fix it all tomorrow?

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Gojo rubbed at his eyes as he sat up, his body stretching as he went to reach for you, but his hand ended up falling flat on the mattress. He looked over and then at the digital clock resting on his nightstand. 4 a.m. Why weren’t you in bed? He remembered tucking you in beside him last night and remembered cuddling up to your side, and even held you against him when you elbowed him and turned on your side with your back facing him.

Not to mention that he was a light sleeper, so it was impressive that you got out of his hold without waking him up.

Yawning, the clock struck 4:04 as he found himself getting out of the bed and stumbling to the door and barely being able to open it and stumble out into the hallway. Instead of just sensing your cursed energy, he instead went where he thought you were, your room. But when he opened the door, you weren’t in there. Huh? He rubbed his eyes again before closing the door back and walking further down the hall which was when he saw the light of lamp that escaped from the living room.

“Y/n?”

You jumped a little as you looked over at Gojo. Eyes wide as if you just got caught doing something you shouldn’t.

“Gojo,” you let out a breath, “what are you doing up?”

“I should be asking you that,” he said, fully awake now as he rounded the couch and went to sit next to you. You had a laptop open and a lot of books on the coffee table, picking one up he read the cover, and then glanced at your computer screen. You were researching everything about pregnancy. To how you should be moving around, what you should be eating, what to expect during birth, what to expect for after, parenting tips… he let out a small laugh. You were always the overthinker. Someone who always came prepared no matter the situation.

“Just preparing myself for the next coming of months is all,” you wanted to snap at him, maybe push him off the couch but … when you looked at him, well, seeing him like this threw you for a loop. His hair was tousled in a bedhead fashion, his eyes still held the remnants of sleep, and then there was his gentle smile.

“You don’t have to do it alone.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest, “but don’t I? I highly doubt you would-“

“I would.”

You looked at him then.

“I would be there every step of the way.”

“No…”

He furrowed his brow. No?

“You won’t.”

“I will.”

“You won’t.”

“I/you-“

It was like you both were at a standstill.

“Why don’t you think I won’t.”

It wasn’t much of a question as he made it sound like a statement, like he was climbing a mountain he was willing to die on.

“Because you weren’t here before. You’ve made it abundantly clear before, and I don’t even know what went wrong since we were dating even before the whole arranged marriage happened!”

“I didn’t mean it to seem that way to you. I thought we wanted to go our own pace. Get married on our own time.”

“So you refused to even look at me because of what our families and the higher ups decided for us? I can understand the frustration, we didn’t even need to act like a married couple, but I at least still wanted to be your girlfriend, and if not that then I still wanted to be friends with you, but it was like you shut me out. Completely and utterly shut me out.”

You both continued to go back and forth. Gojo seeming determined that he wanted to prove a point to the elders of his clan and the higher ups that he had control of his life, but you pointing out that that hurt you both in the long run.

He was such an-

“You’re immature, selfish, arrogant, childish- who- who acts that way to others just because they wanted to prove a point?! We could have still been friends, but you were too prideful and acted like I was in on it with them.”

“Well, maybe you were,” he snapped.

“What?”

He sneered, “maybe you were in on it. I mean, a chance to marry someone with the six eyes and essentially be set for life? Who wouldn’t want a life like that?”

He didn’t mean it. He wanted to take it all back. He wanted to rewind and finish this conversation differently.

“Well…, I wasn’t,” you said simply, almost too quietly, “I didn’t want Gojo. I didn’t want the user of the six eyes. I didn’t want the future head of the Gojo clan. And I certainly didn’t want the strongest sorcerer.”

You reached over to the coffee table and closed your laptop lid, you shut closed your open books and stood up from the couch.

“I just wanted Toru.”

You left the lamp light on as you went towards the hallway. Your cursed energy wasn’t turbulent nor was it spiking. It was just … so small, like it was dwindling.

“Out of all the ways this could of fucking ended, and I had to say that shit.”

He leaned back on the couch, his head resting on the top of the back of it as he stared up at the ceiling. When was the last time you called him ‘Toru’ like that? He closed his eyes. It was when you both just graduated from high school, right before you both were notified of the arranged marriage.

‘I love you, Toru!’

“Shit!”

He sat up then and got off the couch, ignoring the lamp, he followed after you, and instead of finding you in your own room like he thought he would, he found you in your shared bed.

“What now, Gojo,” you muttered, the fight was all gone from your voice.

“I thought you would be in your own room.”

“You would just drag me into this one anyway.”

He stood in the doorway for a moment which made you sigh almost too quietly as you sat up in the bed and turned on your bedside lamp. You watched him for a moment, saw how he was hesitating by the door before you motioned him to get into the bed. He came to you without any complaint and clambered into the bed.

“Come here,” you patted your chest making him frown. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the side of his bicep and tugged him to you. The side of his head coming to rest on your chest as you held him to you. One arm was wrapped over him while the other was soothing his back before you reached up and started to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m-“

“I know,” you said, “we can talk about it later today. Get some rest…, Toru.”

Why? Why were you comforting him? It should be the other way around. But that didn’t stop him from feeling how heavy his eyes were as they drifted close.

Tomorrow, he thought, he was going to fix everything tomorrow. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll hear you call him Toru again.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x wife reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo jjk #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n

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meazalykov · 30 days ago

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home is where you are

selma bacha x f!exbayern!reader

you couldn't keep a secret. everyone knew why you were coming to france.

warnings: established relationship

the air felt different from what you were used to in germany.

yes, france is only on the western border of germany, but the air felt crispier and you noticed a faint scent of lavender coming from some distant field.

as you stepped out of the airport doors, seeing a row of cars and people pushing their suitcases along their walking feet, your heart thuds in your chest.

this is not from nerves about the new club or the weight of replacing dann v donk who left lyon, but because of selma.

the fired up french woman is your girlfriend of three years. everyone always suspected that you were the left-back's girlfriend.

neither of you never confirmed but never denied.

however, she has been the one who’s been your lifeline during each injury period, every match through late-night calls when you were in munich and she was here, in her childhood city, playing for her childhood club.

aka the best club with the most history in women's football.

you tug your black hoodie’s drawstrings tighter, hiding the grin that’s been plastered on your face since you signed the contract two weeks ago after lyon paid bayern the transfer fee.

it’s supposed to be a surprise.

you’ve been meticulous, dodging selma’s questions during your video calls, changing the subject when she asked why you seemed so giddy lately.

now, as you wheel your suitcase through the airport, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

you glance at it, and your stomach drops at the notification on your lock screen.

sel:

lindsey spilled. you’re coming to lyon, aren’t you?

your grin falters.

damn it, lindsey.

you wanted to see selma’s face when you told her, wanted to catch the way her eyes would light up, maybe even tear up.

you text back quickly, fingers fumbling.

you:

maybe i’m just visiting? 😏

sel:

don’t play with me, y/n.

magou told me that you said goodbye to the bayern locker room yesterday.

i’m at the training ground.

get here.

now.

you laugh under your breath, warmth spreading through your bones.

she’s onto you, but that doesn’t dim the excitement. you slide into a taxi, the driver glancing at you in the rearview mirror, probably recognizing you.

you don’t care.

all you can think about is selma waiting for you, probably pacing, probably trying to act cool in front of her teammates.

the drive to lyon’s training facility feels eternal, but when you finally pull up, you spot her immediately.

she’s leaning against the fence, arms crossed as she stands beside sara, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun, and her lyon kit still damp from practice.

she’s trying to look stern, but the second your eyes meet, her lips twitch into a smile she cannot hide.

you grab your bag, thank the driver, and jog toward her.

she pushes off the fence, meeting you halfway, and before you can say anything, she’s in your arms, her face buried in your neck.

selma smells like grass and sweat.... and home.

“you’re such a terrible liar,” she mumbles against your skin, her voice soft but teasing.

“a surprise transfer? really? I'd call you corny for this but im more surprised that you thought you could keep this from me?”

you pull back just enough to look at her, your hands resting on her waist. selma's brown eyes are bright, a little glassy, and you swear your heart skips.

“i almost pulled it off,” you say, smirking.

“blame lindsey. she’s got a big mouth.”

selma laughs, the sound bubbling up like it always does when she’s trying to act mad but can’t.

“oh, i did. she told me two girls were coming from german clubs, and when i asked who, she just smirked and said, ‘well, jule from wolfsburg… maybe your special friend from bayern too.’”

selma mimics lindsey’s american accent, rolling her eyes.

“i knew it was you. i knew you’d do something stupidly romantic like this.”

“stupidly romantic?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping closer until there’s barely space between you.

“i’m moving across countries for you, selma. that’s, like, peak romance.”

selma's smile softens, and she reaches up, brushing her thumb along your cheek.

“you didn’t have to,” she whispers, her voice quieter now, like she’s letting herself be vulnerable.

“you were another captain at bayern. by that I mean you’re a star there. you could’ve stayed, and i would’ve—”

“no way,” you cut her off, shaking your head.

“you’re here. lyon’s your home. if one of us was gonna switch clubs, we all knew it was always gonna be me. besides,” you add with a grin, “i’m ready to boss the midfield for your childhood club. danielle’s shoes were big, but i’ve got this.”

selma’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and she pulls you into another hug, tighter this time.

“you’re such a dummy,” she says, but her french accent is thick, like she’s holding back tears, “i can’t believe you’re here. like… really here.”

you rest your chin on her head, swaying slightly, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

“i’m here,” you murmur, “and i’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”

she pulls back, giving you a playful shove.

“don’t tempt me. you’re gonna have to fight for your spot, you know. lyon’s not bayern. you know our history. we don’t just hand out starting roles to defensive mids who think they’re hot stuff.”

“oh, but you know i’m hot stuff,” you tease and give your girlfriend a wink, “and i’ll earn it. just wait till you see me breaking up plays and pinging balls to forward up top. we’re gonna run this league, selma.”

she grins, grabbing your hand and lacing her fingers through yours.

“we better since we already do,” she says, tugging you toward the training ground.

“come on, the team’s dying to see you. they’ve been buzzing since lindsey let it slip.”

you follow her, your bag slung over your shoulder, her hand warm in yours.

the large lyon facility sprawls ahead, all sleek lines and green pitches, but it’s selma’s excitement that makes it feel like home already.

she glances back at you, her smile wide and unguarded, and you know, without a doubt, that moving here was the best decision you’ve ever made.

“hey,” you say softly, stopping her for a second. she turns, eyebrows raised.

“i love you, you know that?”

sel's expression melts, and she steps closer, smiling at you gently, right there in the open, like she doesn’t care who sees.

“i know,” she says, smiling.

“i love you too, y/n. welcome to lyon.”

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authors note: this was a request from @sleepychelseafan :) thank you for your patience I hope you loved this :)

#selma bacha #selma bacha x reader #olympique lyonnais #france wnt #euros 2025 #women's euros 2025 #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #bayern frauen #magou doucouré #lindsey heaps #lindsey horan

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bierkastenwalzer · 6 months ago

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was ich an edn auch sehr mochte ist, dass es eine folge ist, die von allen im team so schön die stärken hervorhebt. adam redet so klar mit seiner mutter und sorgt dann mit seiner charmanten art noch dafür, dass pia einen schönen abend hat. pia spricht so einfühlsam mit adam und carla und handelt so fucking clever, als sie entführt ist. esther schafft es, trotz allem, ihren kühlen kopf zu bewahren, eben nicht durchzudrehen, und bedacht zu handeln. und leo geht in seiner rolle als teamchef mal wirklich sichtbar auf, arbeitet sauber und hält das alles irgendwie zusammen. i really liked that^^

#felt like the characters were written by someone who likes them yk #weil sie trotzdem noch ihre macken behalten haben #aber alle auch glänzen konnten #tatort saarbrücken #spatort #das ende der nacht

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bunny-hwa · 6 months ago

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Popular, Boy

☆04: The first surrender.

Pairing: Nerd!Hongjoong x Popular!reader

Genre: +18, slow burn, angst, smut, drama, dark academic, love triangle.

wc: 8,5k

Summary: Alliances and secrets simmer beneath the surface as relationships are tested. Whispers of a returning precense cast shadow over your carefully controlled world.

Amid growing tension, nothing is as it seems, and trust becomes a dangerous gamble.

Warnings: Cursing, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, fluff, SMUT (MDN!!) Virgin! Hongjoong, oral (f receiving) fingering, hair pulling, cum eating, use of pet names (good boy, baby, babe, pretty) suggestive.

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☆03 ☆05

YN♡: I hope you enjoy your return to the losers’ club, ungrateful pet.

Those words feel like a slap in the face, but there's a part of him that can't deny the sting of guilt. Hongjoong had stood up to you, and now, he was being pushed away.

He feels conflicted, like he's torn between two sides of himself.

On one hand, you have everything he’s always wanted, popularity, control, power. On the other hand, he can’t help but feel a flicker of empathy for Dann, even if it’s not enough to overpower his desire to keep his place in your world.

The past three days have been agonizing for Hongjoong. Your cold text still lingered in his mind, your words cutting deeper than he expected.

He wasn’t sure what stung more: being labeled an 'ungrateful pet' or the realization that you had the power to decide his social fate.

In the hallways, the change was immediate and brutal. Your circle avoided him entirely, with Mindy, Wooyoung and the others offering smug smirks or outright ignoring his greetings.

The glances from the rest of the school stung even more, whispers of, 'Guess YN dumped her charity case,' followed him everywhere.

Hongjoong tried to go back to his old routine, hanging out with Yunho, Yeosang, Jongho and Dann in the library, but it wasn’t the same. The nerdy jokes and shared interests felt hollow, overshadowed by his embarrassment.

He couldn’t stop feeling like he’d failed… failed you, failed himself, and maybe even failed Dann.

“Joong, are you okay?” Dann’s voice pulls him from his thoughts during lunch.

Her gaze is soft but cautious. He knows she is trying to reconnect with him, but guilt twists in his stomach.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” He mumbles, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth to avoid saying more.

But Dann isn’t convinced. She has noticed how his shoulders slump when your table erupts into laughter or how his eyes flicker toward you every time you walk by, as if waiting for something.

Was he regretting standing up for her? She wondered, unsure whether to feel gratitude or guilt herself.

✮ ⋆

Brat woo: Party at my place tonight, babydoll!! We’re gonna get lit!!

You smirk as you read Wooyoung's text. Typical of Woo, his personality is always bright and comfy.

You bit your lip, twirling a strand of your perfectly styled hair as an idea formed in your mind.

YN: Invite Hongjoong, too.

The three dots appear almost immediately, followed by Woo’s response.

Brat woo: Babydoll, why would I invite him?

Brat woo: Isn’t he banned from your bad bitches club?

You laugh at his last message as you lean back against your plush chair, crossing one leg over the other. Your perfectly manicured nails taps the edge of your phone as you craft a reply.

YN: Yeah, but invite him.

YN: It would be fun, babe.

Brat woo: Fine. But you owe me a blowjob, doll.

You scoff rolling your eyes, and you prefer not to bother replying. You knew Wooyoung well enough to predict he’d follow through.

You lock your phone and you get up to head to your closet, it's time to look for something cute to wear tonight.

✮ ⋆

His first instinct was to assume it was a mistake. Jung Wooyoung wasn’t his friend. The last party held at his house was amazing and he treated him like they were friends for years, but it was only because he was with you... but not anymore.

Hongjoong read the message again, searching for some hidden sarcasm or trap.

J Wooyoung: Party at my place tonight, you must come.

Why would Wooyoung invite him?

Was this a chance to prove himself again? To get back into your orbit? The thought makes his chest tighten with both excitement and dread.

His phone buzzes with another text, this time from Dann.

Dann: Hey, wanna hang out tonight? We could watch that weird series you’ve been talking about.”

He hesitates, guilt creeping in. Spending time with Dann sounded comfortable, easy, even, but the allure of Jung’s party looms large in his mind. And then, an idea struck him.

He quickly types a reply.

Joong: Actually, wanna come with me to a party tonight?

Dann: What? A party? With whom?

Joong: Jung Wooyoung invited me.

Joong: It’s at his place. You should come.

His reply is almost casually, as if it weren’t a big deal. There is a pause before Dann’s next message comes through.

Dann: Joong, that sounds… weird. Why would Wooyoung invite you? And why are YOU inviting me?

Dann: I remind you that the last time I went to a party, everything went wrong!

Hongjoong frowns, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard. He didn't think that far ahead, but now that Dann brought it up, the invite does seem odd. Still, he can't let her skepticism damp his resolve.

Joong: Does it matter? It’s a party, Dann. It could be fun. We haven’t done anything like this in forever.”

Dann: I don’t know…

Joong: Come on!! It’ll be fine.

Joong: You’ll be with me the whole time.

Joong: If it sucks, we can leave.

Another pause, longer this time. Finally, her reply comes through.

Dann: Okay… I’ll go.

Dann: But if this turns into some kind of disaster, you owe me, Joong.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He tosses his phone into the bed and starts rifling through his closet, searching for something that looks remotely party-appropriate.

This is it, he thought, half to reassure himself. This is my chance to prove I’m not just a nobody anymore.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

The party is already in full swing when you step through the door, your entrance commanding attention as always.

Wooyoung is the first to greet you, slinging an arm over your shoulder in a casual, brotherly way.

“About time, babydoll.” He teases, steering you further into the house “You’ve got people asking for you already.”

You smirk, brushing a perfectly styled strand of hair from your face.

“Good. Let them wait. it builds anticipation.”

Your eyes scan the room, taking in the crowd of familiar faces. The thrum of music, the faint haze of smoke, and the sharp scent of expensive cologne feel like home. But tonight, it’s not the crowd you’re interested in.

“Did you do it?”

He glances at your sideways, catching the subtle edge in your voice “Yeah, I invited him. He is coming, right?” Woo asks casually, though there’s a glint of mischief in his tone.

You nod, lips curving into a sly smile “Of course he will. Thanks for the invite.”

“Anything for you, Queen Bee.” Woo chuckles, patting your shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

You barely take two steps before Seonghwa appears in your path, leaning casually against the doorframe of the kitchen as if he’s been waiting.

“You really showed up.” He says, his tone teetering between disbelief and sarcasm.

“Obviously, miss out on this? Never.”

His sharp eyes rake over you, the casual air he projects cracking just slightly.

“So, you brought him here?”

You lift your chin, feigning innocence “Who?”

“You know who,” Hwa says, his voice dropping “The nerd.”

“Oh, him. He’s just part of the fun, but he is not coming with me today.”

“Fun,” Hwa repeats bitterly, stepping closer “That’s what you’re calling it?”

You don't back down “You’re awfully concerned for someone who’s supposed to be done with me.”

The jab hits, and Hwa’s jaw tightens “We’ve been through a lot, Clarke. I know how you operate, and this is reckless—even for you.”

“Reckless?” You scoff, taking a deliberate step toward him “Spare me the lecture, Seonghwa. If you’re so worried, maybe you should focus on your own vices. Or do you need me to remind you how much recklessness you’ve been indulging in lately?”

His eyes narrow, his jaw clenched “You always twist things around, don’t you?”

You tilt your head, a flicker of amusement dancing in your gaze “Only when necessary.”

The tension between them hums like a live wire, but before either can escalate further, you sigh and soften your tone.

“Look, Hwa, I get it. You’re mad because I’ve been spending time with Hongjoong. But you and I both know this—whatever this is—doesn’t have to be like this.”

Seonghwa’s perfect brows knit together, his posture relaxing just slightly “And what’s ‘this,’ YN? Because it feels like we’re always walking the same damn line.”

“Friends,” You say firmly, though your voice carries a hint of warmth “We’ve been friends forever, haven’t we? Almost more than friends, at times. I’m not throwing that away just because we’ve hit a rough patch.”

He studies you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he exhales and runs a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, well, you’ve always been good at getting under my skin. Guess I should be used to it by now.”

You smile, a real one this time “You should. And for what it’s worth, I didn’t mean for things to get so tense between us. Truce?”

Hwa hesitates but eventually extends a hand, his lips quivering into a faint smirk-

“Truce. But don’t think I’m letting you off the hook completely.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” You say, shaking his hand briefly before pulling him into a quick hug.

As they pull apart, Wooyoung reappears, his grin as wide as ever “See? Told you it’s a party, not a courtroom.”

Both of you laugh, the tension finally dissipating. After all, you've been friends since you were kids, fighting over who got the best gifts or who got the most toys during Christmas.

Yes, maybe fights always were and will always be frequent, but the bond you created will always be there, whether as friends or as lovers. And no one can deny it.

✮ ⋆

The laughter still bubbles around you and friends as you relax on the plush couch in the middle of the buzzing party. The low hum of music blends with the chatter of your friends, creating the perfect backdrop for your carefree moment.

You perched elegantly with your cocktail in hand, tossing your hair back with a playful smirk.

“Remember when you told everyone I cried about losing that silly bet when we went to Meeru Island in the Maldives?” Mingi says, aiming a mock glare at Wooyoung.

He chuckles, shrugging. “You did cry, Mingi. Like, full-on wailing. I saved you from complete humiliation by telling everyone you were faking it.”

“You’re insufferable, Woo.” You lean forward to swat at him, but your grin betrays your amusement.

San joins you, plopping down on the armrest beside Seonghwa, his beer in hand.

“God, you two never change. Should we get you a reality show or something?”

Mingi rolls his eyes but laughs along, the tension from you and Hwa's little fight seemingly evaporating. It’s like old times again, your rhythm unshaken.

Then Woo’s gaze shifts toward the entrance, and his playful expression stiffens slightly.

“Uh… you told me to invite him, but I didn’t think he’d actually show up.”

You follow Wooyoung’s line of sight, your smile freezing as you spot Hongjoong stepping into the house. His attempts at looking casual—down to his carefully chosen shirt and forced grin—betray the nerves he’s clearly trying to hide.

But it’s not just him. Dann is with him, hovering awkwardly at his side.

Seonghwa notices too, his smirk turning razor-sharp “Well, if it isn’t the exile. You sure know how to pick your projects, Clarke.”

Your grip on the empty glass tightens ever so slightly before you recover, placing it calmly on the coffee table. You rise with an air of detachment, smoothing your short silk black dress.

“Don’t start, Hwa.”

Hwa leans back, watching you with an amused glint “I don’t need to. This show writes itself.”

Ignoring him, you stride toward the entrance, movements deliberate, your heels clicking against the polished floor.

Hongjoong’s face lights up with hope when he sees you approach, but you don't acknowledge it.

“Enjoying the party?” You ask coolly, your gaze sweeping over both Hongjoong and Dann.

“Uh, yeah,” He says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly “Thanks for—”

“Wooyoung invited you,” You interrupt, your eyes flick to Dann, your lips curving into a smile that’s anything but friendly “Didn’t realize you’d be bringing… extras.”

Dann stiffens under your gaze “I just came because Joong—”

“I didn’t ask,” You cut her off smoothly. your focus shifts back to Hongjoong “Enjoy the party, and stay out of my way.”

Before Hongjoong can respond, you turn on your heel, heading back to the couch where all your friends are waiting, barely containing their laughter.

“That was subtle.” Mingi teases as you sit back down.

You pick up another drink and take a long sip, your face calm but your mind racing. You had ordered Jung to invite him, but seeing him here, with Dann of all people, scratches at your carefully curated control.

Seonghwa leans closer, his voice low “Trying to make him mad, huh? Gotta admit, it’s fun to watch.”

You don't reply, your gaze lingering on Kim as he and Dann hover near the edge of the room. The party continues to swirl around you, but the game you’re playing tonight is only just beginning.

“Let's go dance.”

And without waiting for an answer, you drag Seonghwa to the center of the dance floor.

✮ ⋆

The party pulses around Hongjoong, but all he can see is you. You were radiant, laughing as you danced with Seonghwa, your hand grazing his chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Weren't you supposed to be on bad terms? He threatened you a few days ago and now you act as if none of that has happened.

Every glance, every touch, feels like a slap to Hongjoong’s face, and when your eyes meet his for a brief moment across the room, he knows it wasn’t accidental.

Dann stands beside him, trying to engage him in conversation or distract him with sarcastic comments about the crowd, but he barely responds.

His guilt over snapping at her earlier only adds to the storm brewing inside him.

As the night goes on, you and Seonghwa grow bolder. You dance closer, bodies pressing together in a way that feels almost taunting. Your hand trails lazily over Hwa’s chest as you throw a sly glance over your shoulder, directly at Hongjoong.

He can't take it anymore.

“I need a minute.” He mutters to Dann before walking away.

He finds you in the corner of the room, laughing at something Seonghwa had said. Your head tilts back, the sparkle in your eyes brighter than ever. You look utterly in control, utterly untouchable.

“YN.” Hongjoong says, his voice tight.

You turn to him, your expression cool and unimpressed “Hongjoong, enjoying the party?”

“I…” He hesitates, glancing at the tallest, who stands smirking at him like he knows exactly how pathetic he feels.

“Spit it out.” You cross your arms waiting for his next words.

Hongjoong swallows hard, his pride crumbling under the weight of your icy stare.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You ask, feigning ignorance as you raise an eyebrow.

“For… for defending Dann.” He admits, the words tasting bitter on his tongue “I shouldn’t have done it. I wasn’t thinking. Please, YN. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You tilt your head, a small smile playing on your lips “Is that so?”

“Please, YN. I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want to make it up to you.”

You raise an eyebrow. That phrase sounds kinda familiar. Your gaze sweeps over him with an air of detached amusement.

“Anything?”

“Yes.” He said, desperation dripping from every syllable.

“Prove it.”

He looks at you confused, unsure what you mean. But when you point at the floor with a slight nod, his heart sinks.

Here? Now?

The party is still bustling around them, and though the music is loud, he knows there are enough eyes on them to make this moment humiliating.

But the thought of losing your favor, of being cast back into obscurity, is unbearable.

Slowly, he sinks to his knees in front of you like the first time he did it. The weight of the action crushed the little pride he had left.

“I’m sorry,” His voice trembling as he looks up at you “Please, YN. Forgive me.”

Your lips curve into a slow smile, and you reach down, brushing your fingers along his jaw.

“Good boy.”

Without another word, you grab his hand and pull him to his feet. Ignoring the stares of the partygoers—and the way Seonghwa’s amuse chuckle follows them—You lead him through the crowd and up the stairs.

Hongjoong’s pulse races as you push open the door to an empty room, shutting it firmly behind you.

“YN, I—” He starts, but you silence him with a finger to his lips.

You step closer, a hand sliding up his chest before tangling in the collar of his shirt. Your lips hover just above his, teasing him, your breath warm against his skin.

“You want me to forgive you, don’t you?” You whisper against his lips.

“Yes…” He breathes, his voice shaking.

“Then show me how sorry you are.” You say as your lips finally crash into his.

The kiss is rough, demanding, leaving Hongjoong breathless as your hands roam over him.

You push him into the edge of the bed, your confidence unwavering as you climb into his lap.

“Make it up to me.” You murmur against his ear, your tone lace with both seduction and dominance.

The room remains shrouded in heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing and the soft rustling of fabric as your hands continue their work.

Hongjoong sits before you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes glazed with a mix of guilt, desire, and submission. He’s completely under your control, each deliberate movement you make reinforcing your hold over him.

You trail your nails lightly down his chest, exposed now as his shirt hangs loose from his shoulders.

“See, Joongie,” You purr, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to his neck “When you beg like that, it reminds me how much you want to be here… how much you need me.”

He shivers under your touch, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words come out. His mind is a haze, lost in you—your voice, your touch, the overwhelming weight of your presence.

He feels as if he’s drowning, yet he doesn’t want to come up for air.

Your lips return to his, capturing him in a kiss so intense it steals his breath. His hands caressing from your waist to your bare legs as you tug him closer, your hands tangling in his hair, ensuring there’s no escape.

Not that he wants one.

Your smirk deepens as you lean closer, your fingers curling under his chin to tilt his face up. Your dominance is unshakable, your presence commanding every ounce of his attention.

“On your knees.”

You order, carrying a weight that leaves no room for protest as you get off his lap to sit next to him on the bed.

Hongjoong’s breath hitches. His mind scrambles for a response, but the intensity of your gaze renders him silent. Swallowing hard, he glances around the empty room, then back at you, his cheeks already red when he sees you spread your legs.

He thinks he knows what you want him to do, and that makes him more nervous.

“YN, I don’t know—”

“Do you trust me or not?” You interrupt, fingers trailing down to his collar, tugging him forward “You said you’d do anything for me, didn’t you?”

Caught in your words and unwavering stare, Hongjoong nods hesitantly.

“I do.” He whispered.

“Then show me.”

Slowly, he slides down to his knees, the fabric of his jeans scraping lightly against the floor. His hands hover awkwardly at his sides, unsure of where they should go, as he looks up at you, his wide eyes fill with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.

He's never done this before. He's seen it in porn videos but still doesn't know exactly what to do.

Your fingers slip into his hair, touch firm but not rough, and you guide him closer with a slow, deliberate motion.

“I always tell you this. Relax, Hongjoong, I’ll take care of you.”

Your other hand moves to the hem of your dress, slipping it up just enough to expose the soft fabric of your black panties.

Hongjoong’s gaze drops instinctively, his breath catching in his throat as his pulse races.

“Focus, Joongie.” You tease, tugging lightly on his hair to draw his attention back to your face “Start slow. I want to feel how much you want my forgiveness.”

With shaky hands, he rests his palms on your soft thighs, his touch hesitant and careful, the cold of his rings making you shiver.

You guide him lower, your smirk never wavering as his lips brush against your thighs.

The warmth of your skin, the faint scent of your perfume, the weight of your hand in his hair—all of it consumes him.

His inexperience is obvious, but you don't mind. You encourage him with soft sighs and subtle movements, your hips tilting forward slightly as he grows bolder, leaving little bites on your inner thighs as his fingers play with the edge of your panties, sliding them down slowly.

He starts taking his time dishing out kisses and biting on both thighs, making you impatient.

You let out a whimper pulling his hair slightly “Hongjoong… hurry up and eat me out.”

For the first time in his life, Hongjoong feels confident enough to smile mockingly against your delicate skin.

You, begging him to touch you? He never imagined it.

Still holding his smile, he slides your panties all the way down to your ankles, and removes them eagerly, leaving on your pretty high heels.

When he returns to his starting position between your thighs, he can't avoid looking to your bare core, all glossy with slick. He bites his lip at the sight.

Did he provoke that?

“Joong...” You reproach again with a whine.

You really need him to do something on his own or you'll force him to sink into your folds right now. You've never felt so desperate before, so eager for someone to touch you.

Hongjoong smiles again, your whiney voice turning him on.

The dry humping in your car, the blowjob in the empty classroom, and all the little make outs can not compare to this. Your pussy inches from his face, your hand tugging his hair and your desperate form waiting for him to touch you.

Fuck, he can’t believe this is happening.

With the highest confidence ever, even though he keeps in mind that he does not know what he is doing, he leans towards your pussy, giving a long lick that makes both of you moan in pleasure.

His warm tongue explores every millimeter of your womanhood, you whine as Hongjoong swipe his tongue up and down your wet slit, taking all your slick on his mouth.

“Shit, you taste so good, baby.” He says without realizing his words, his mind already cloudy.

You open your mouth in surprise at his daring words, you swear you feel more arousal coming out of your cunt.

“Fuck, Hongjoong…” You tighten your grip on his hair, forcing him to sink his head further and he lets you do it gladly, smiling against you “Ah… f-fuck me with your tongue, babe.”

And he does, he leaves your swollen clit to play with his tongue rubbing around your entrance, making you whine desperately.

He snorts with fun when you pull his hair harder, he is loving the way you’re acting, all whiny and desperate for him.

Without making you wait any longer, he slowly introduces his long tongue in your core.

He moans when he hears you do it and starts moving his tongue in and out, your walls clenching on it, his nose rubbing your clit, and his hands squeezing your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth.

You arch your back, squirming and moaning under his exquisite touch. You never imagined that a virgin nerd like him could eat pussy so well.

Fuck, you never imagined he'd ever do this to you.

“That’s it,” You whisper, voice breathy but firm “Just… just like that, Joong.”

Each sound you make spur him on, his nervousness slowly giving way to determination. He wants to please you, to prove that he is worthy of your forgiveness, even if he doesn't fully know what he is doing.

Your breathing quickening as you tilt your head back “Good boy…” You murmur, your words sending a shiver down his spine.

The tension in the air is electric, every movement charged with a mix of control and surrender.

As your soft moans grow louder, Hongjoong can't help but feel a sense of pride, his confidence building with each passing moment.

✮ ⋆

The music blared through the speakers, the heavy bass vibrating the walls of Wooyoung’s mansion. Dann squeezed through groups of laughing, dancing people, her eyes scanning the crowd.

She’d been looking for Hongjoong for what felt like forever.

She finally spots Jung Wooyoung leaning casually against the bar, a drink in hand, and his signature easygoing grin in place.

Relief washes over her as she approaches him. She has never interacted with him, but she must find Joong.

“Wooyoung,” She calls out, raising her voice above the music “Have you seen Hongjoong?”

Jung tilts his head, his expression is a grimace when he sees her. He's drunk but he doesn't remember inviting this loser to his party, much less knowing the grudge you have against her.

“Little Hongjoong?” He echoes, taking a slow sip from his drink “Yeah, he went upstairs. With babydoll.” At Dann's confused expression, he rolls his eyes “He is upstairs with YN.”

Dann’s stomach drops at his words, her brows knitting together.

“With YN?” She repeats, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Wooyoung nods, smirking “Yep. Upstairs. Why? You jealous or something?” His tone is teasing, but Dann doesn’t have the energy to respond.

She turns on her heel and heads for the stairs, her heart pounding with every step. As she climbs, the noise of the party grows muffled, replaced by the quieter sounds of her own breathing and the creak of the steps.

Her mind races with thoughts she doesn’t want to entertain.

Why would Hongjoong be with you? After everything, after all the tension between you?

She reaches the top of the stairs and pauses before she approaches the only door that is closed in the hallway. Something tells her that they are both in there.

Her hand hesitates on the doorknob, her heart hammering against her ribs. Slowly, she pushes it open, the hinges creaking softly.

Her breath catches in her throat at the sight before her.

There you are—You and Hongjoong. You’re laying on the big bed, moaning as your hands grip Hongjoong’s hair while he is between your legs.

Hongjoong’s shirt is half-unbuttoned, hanging loosely off his shoulders, and his hands grip your thighs tightly, pulling you closer.

Dann’s chest tightens as a sharp pang of betrayal and hurt courses through her. She stands frozen in the doorway, her fingers gripping the frame as she struggles to make sense of what she’s seeing.

Neither you nor Hongjoong notice her. You’re too consumed by each other. The intensity of Hongjoong’s movements speaks volumes, and he is clearly enjoying being there.

Your dominance is evident too, your control absolute, while Hongjoong seems lost, entirely under your spell.

Dann bites her lip, willing herself not to cry as she takes a shaky step back. The scene before her is a confirmation of every fear she’s tried to suppress.

She retreats into the hallway, her heart aching with every step.

Downstairs, the party rages on, oblivious to the turmoil in Dann’s chest.

✮ ⋆

“Joong… I’m close.” You announce closing your eyes shut and your whines get louder, the pleasure is too much to handle.

At your words, Hongjoong places his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking and pulling at it, and without you expecting it, he thrust two of his fingers into your narrow entrance, making you open your eyes and groan in surprise.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

You quickly lift yourself up on your elbow to get a better view of him eating you like a starved man, It is certainly a spectacular sight.

His eyes closed in concentration, his warm mouth on your pussy and his fingers caressing the right places in your tight cunt.

Shit…. Is he really a virgin? Because this is the best oral sex you have ever received.

“L-look at me… look at me, baby.” You order him and he immediately obeys, looking at you with those doe eyes, those pretty doe eyes make a wave of pleasure run through your body “F-fuck… gonna cum, baby. K-keep going.” You moan again tilting your head back, your eyes rolling back “J-just like that…”

Damn, Hongjoong swears that this is the best view in the world, your mouth agape, eyes rolling back, you saying his name like a fucking mantra, this will undoubtedly be an image that will stay in his mind forever.

“Cum for me, pretty… cum on my mouth.”

He doesn't know where that sentence came from but he can't help it, the adrenaline of the moment has his mind clouded.

With those words, you lose it. Your strength leaves your body when the well-known pressure on your abdomen appears, your grip on his hair becomes stronger and your legs begin to tremble from immense pleasure, your orgasm explodes like never before, leaving you breathless.

He moans in satisfaction, the taste of your slick driving him crazy, he moves his tongue everywhere collecting every drop of your orgasm, just like you did that day with him.

“Ah… fuck, Joong!” You squirm under his movements, feeling the beginning of overstimulation “Hongjoong… ‘s too much, baby.”

With a last lick and a wet kiss on your clit, Hongjoong lifts his head with a light smile.

He’s pussy drunk right now and you smile, taking him by the cheeks and bringing him closer to you to kiss him.

His lips are swollen and his chin is soaked with your fluids, he looks messy, but you don't care. The kiss is full of something special this time, you don't know if it's gratitude, warmth or love. But you're definitely enjoying it too much.

“Did I do it right?” He murmurs against your lips and he smiles when you nod.

“That was amazing.” You pull him back, your breathing uneven, your eyes meet his with a satisfied gleam “Not bad for your first time.”

Hongjoong remain above you, his chest heaving as he tries to process what had just happened.

You run a hand through his messy hair, glancing down at him with a mix of amusement and approval.

“Let’s go back to the party.” You add, leaning down to press a quick, teasing kiss to his lips before pulling back.

And Hongjoong smiles satisfied, satisfied to have your forgiveness

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The hallway outside Wooyoung’s upstairs den is dimly lit, the faint bassline of the party vibrating through the walls.

Dann leans against the banister, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if to shield her from the storm raging in her chest. Her mind replays the image of you with Hongjoong in that compromising position.

She blinks back the sting of tears, her breath hitching.

“Pathetic,” She whispers to herself, trying to steal her resolve.

But the pain lingers, twisting deeper with each passing second.

“You look like hell.” A voice cuts through her thoughts, sharp yet strangely casual.

Dann startles, her wide eyes locking onto Seonghwa as he saunters out of the shadows. His shirt is half-buttoned, his tie hanging loose around his neck.

He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the embers glowing faintly in the dim light.

“What do you want?” Dann’s voice wavers, a mix of anger and embarrassment as she hastily wipes at her cheeks.

Seonghwa tilts his head, smirking “Relax, I just happened to notice you running out of there like the world’s ending.” He exhales a thin trail of smoke, his eyes narrowing with mock “Saw something you didn’t like?”

Dann glares at him but says nothing. The silence between them grows heavy, thick with unspoken truths.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Hwa finally says, leaning casually against the banister “Let me guess… Hongjoong and YN, all over each other like she hadn't kicked him out a week ago because of your little show in the cafeteria?”

His tone drips with derision, his smirk deepening when Dann flinches.

“Why are you telling me this?” She snaps, her voice cracking slightly “You’re supposed to be her friend, aren’t you?”

Hwa chuckles, low and mirthless “Friendship’s a funny thing, don’t you think? Especially when it comes to someone like YN.” He flicks the cigarette away, watching the faint glow disappear into the darkness “You think she really cares about anyone but herself?”

Dann’s gaze falters, the weight of his words settling over her.

“Look,” Hwa says, his voice softening just enough to sound sincere, “I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of YN’s little games. She’s been pulling this crap since we were kids, using people, discarding them when they’re no longer useful.”

Dann clenches her fists, her voice barely above a whisper.

“But Hongjoong isn’t like that.”

Hwa raises an eyebrow, his smirk returning “You sure about that? He dropped you pretty fast for her, didn’t he?”

Her breath catches, the truth of his words cutting deeper than she wants to admit.

“But here’s the thing,” Hwa continues, stepping closer, his voice lowering conspiratorially “YN’s not untouchable. She’s got secrets, vulnerabilities… things she wouldn’t want getting out.”

Dann looks up at him, confusion and hesitation warring in her eyes.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying… if you really want to hit her where it hurts, I can help.”

The air between them crackles with tension. Dann hesitates, her instincts screaming at her to walk away.

But the memory of Hongjoong doing such a thing with you flashes through her mind again, the sting of betrayal fueling the embers of something darker.

“Why?” She asks cautiously, her voice steadier now.

Seonghwa’s grin widens, his eyes glinting with calculated charm

“Let’s just say I have my reasons. And besides…” He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper “Don’t you want to see her fall?”

Dann swallows hard, the weight of his proposition pressing down on her. Her mind races, torn between doubt and the growing need to fight back.

Finally, she nods, her voice quiet but firm.

“Okay. I’m in.”

Hwa straightens, satisfaction flashing across his face “Good. Stick with me, and we’ll make sure YN regrets every move she’s made.”

As he walks away, Dann stands frozen, the faint echo of his footsteps fading into the music downstairs.

For the first time that night, she feels something other than pain—something sharp and dangerous, simmering just beneath the surface.

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The soft glow of the afternoon sun filters through the expansive windows of your house, casting a warm, golden hue over the sprawling living room.

You and Hongjoong sit cross-legged on the expensive carpet, a mess of images, glue sticks, and markers spread out between you. The project you’re working on is for the literature class—a visual timeline of key events in European history.

For once, you aren't delegating the work entirely to Hongjoong. Instead, you’re snipping pieces of paper with surprising focus, handing them over to him to paste onto the board.

“Here,” You say, holding up a carefully cut-out image of the Berlin Wall “Paste this next to the 1989 marker. And make it straight this time.”

Hongjoong smirks, taking the picture “Yes, pretty. Anything else you’d like me to do, Your Majesty?”

You roll your eyes but hide a smile “Just don’t mess it up. My grade’s on the line, too.”

You share a laugh, the recent nickname he loves to call you since that night at Wooyoung’s party makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Since that day, Hongjoong feels the ease between both of you—something he never thought possible just a few weeks ago. He doesn’t feel nervous or out of place anymore.

Being with you feels natural now, like he belongs here.

You lean back, brushing your hair over your shoulder, and look at him with a curious expression.

“You’re actually not bad at this. Who knew?”

He grins “Wow, high praise coming from you. Should I write this down?”

You smirk, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at him “Don’t push your luck, Kim.”

The banter continues, light and comfortable, until the sound of heels clicking on the marble floor interrupts them.

Your mother appears in the doorway, dressed immaculately as always, her gaze sweeping over the room.

“Oh! Hi, Hongjoong. Didn't know you were here.” Your mother greets him with a lovely smile

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Clarke.” He bows his head politely.

“How are you doing with that guys?” She says while looking curiously at your project.

“Great, we’re having fun.” Hongjoong answers with a sweet smile and your mother giggles gracefully.

From the first time your mother met him, she was delighted with the boy, saying how handsome and polite he was.

“Incredible. Sweetie?” Now she addresses you and you hum in response “I wanted to let you know your brother will be returning from Germany next week. He finished his program early.”

You freeze, your hands stilling on the paper you're cutting. For a moment, a flicker of something—fear?—crosses your face.

“Oh…” You say, voice strained despite her attempt at nonchalance “That’s… great.”

Your mother narrows her eyes slightly, as if detecting the unease.

“Yes. He’s looking forward to seeing you. I hope you’ll make him proud of how you’ve been handling things here.”

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” You reply with a forced smile.

“Well, I'll let you continue with your work.” Your mother gives a curt nod before leaving the room.

Hongjoong glances at you, sensing the sudden shift in your mood.

“Mike?”

You exhale sharply, tossing the scissors aside “Yeah. My amazing brother. If he finds out I’ve been… well, less than perfect, he won’t hesitate to tell my parents.”

Hongjoong frowns “He sounds… intense.”

“You don’t know half of it.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair. For a moment, your confident exterior falters, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Hongjoong reaches out, hesitating before placing a hand on yours.

“Hey, it’s okay. Whatever happens, you’ll handle it. You’re YN, remember? You always do.”

You look at him, your expression softening “You’re sweet, you know that?”

He shrugs, a blush creeping up his neck “Just for you, pretty.”

You lean in, your lips brushing his in a soft kiss.

“Let’s finish this project before my mother comes back and give you compliments just for existing”

Hongjooong chuckles, but he can’t shake the lingering thought of your brother. Whoever this guy is, he clearly has a hold over you—and that’s saying something.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Dann quietly tidies up remnants of her lunch, her movements mechanical. She hasn’t spoken to Hongjoong in days. He doesn’t even look at her anymore.

But she notices the change in you—the way you smile more, laugh more, when Hongjoong is around you.

And Dann can’t help but feel the ache in her chest grow sharper with each passing moment.

How much she wishes she was in your place, to be so close to Hongjoong.

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The house buzzes with quiet anticipation, the staff moving about with heightened energy. Your mother, dressed in her usual pristine elegance, stands in the center of the room, her voice carrying an air of authority but still kind.

“I want everything perfect for my son’s return,” She announces, her tone leaving no room for error “The table arrangements, the food, the decor—everything must reflect our family’s standards. He’ll be here in three days, and this dinner must welcome him properly. The whole family will come, so the banquet should be for twenty-five people.”

Dann crouches in the corner of the hallway, hidden behind a large vase. She had come to deliver your paperwork but froze when she overheard the conversation.

Her heart pounds as she listens, her mind racing. YN’s brother… She wouldn't know that the Clarkes have two children if it weren't for some pictures hanging on the walls, in all this time she never heard anyone mention it, not even your parents.

She knows almost nothing about him, but the little mention that Seonghwa made one day left her intrigued.

Why does no one in the family talk about that guy?

The moment your mother leaves the room, Dann slips out and makes her way to the backyard, her hands clutching the papers tightly.

She unlocks her phone in hand and calls Seonghwa.

He’s been a constant presence in her life these past two weeks—not as a friend, but as a partner in their silent pact.

In these weeks, Hwa has treated Dann with a mix of indifference and amusement. He never misses an opportunity to remind her of their deal, yet he’s never outright cruel.

For him, she’s a tool—a means to an end. But for Dann, every interaction feels like walking a tightrope, unsure when his charm might twist into something sharper.

“Seonghwa,” she calls softly when he picks up.

“Hi, what’s the news?”

Dann hesitates before speaking “YN’s brother… He’s coming back in three days. Her mom is planning this big welcome dinner for him.”

“The golden boy, huh? Interesting.”

“Interesting?” Dann blurts out before she can stop herself.

“Of course, it is. Daddy’s favorite, perfect older brother who can do no wrong? He’s probably the only one who can knock YN off her pedestal.”

Dann frowns, clutching her hands nervously “Are you sure about this?”

“Don't be scared, Seo, I’ll take care of everything.”

Dann isn’t comforted by his nonchalance, but she knows better than to push. Seonghwa isn’t someone who worries; he plans, manipulates, and waits for the perfect moment to strike.

“Okay… bye.

Dann bites her lip, hanging up before walking back inside the house. But as she retreats, she can’t shake the feeling that she’s stepping deeper into a game she barely understands.

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You lounge on the oversized velvet sofa in the living room, your legs tuck beneath you as you flip through the book Hongjoong recommended to you.

You’re not reading it—your eyes skim over the pages without absorbing a single word.

Around you, the house is abuzz with activity. Maids dust every surface, fluffing pillows to perfection.

A team of florists meticulously arranges extravagant bouquets in the foyer, filling the air with the overpowering scent of lilies and roses.

Your mother strides into the room, clipboard in hand, rattling off instructions.

“The table settings must be silver, not gold. And make sure the wine glasses are spotless—he deserves only the best.” Her voice drips with excitement.

You glance at the dining room, now transformed into a stage for the grand dinner. Crystal chandeliers gleam above the polished mahogany table, which is already set with fine china and embroidered napkins.

Everything is immaculate, screaming perfection—just like your brother.

Your father joins his wife, a rare smile softening his otherwise stern face “Finally, our son is coming back. Three years is far too long.” He places a hand on the woman's shoulder, his tone filled with pride “He’s the best of us.”

Your stomach twists. Their words sting in a way you don’t expect. It’s not that you hate Mike—not really. But the shadow he casts is suffocating, the impossibly high bar he sets that you’ll never reach.

The perfect son, the golden child who’s never made a misstep—or so everyone thinks.

Because you know better. You know the cracks hidden behind his flawless exterior. The things he’s done, the lines he’s crossed.

The way he’s used you to cover his tracks, forcing you to dirty your hands so his reputation could remain unscathed. The memory of his voice, cold and commanding, still echoes in your mind.

'You’ll do it, YN. You owe me.' And you always did because saying no was never an option.

Your parents know about his anger issues. They’ve seen his temper, the way his anger can spiral into violence.

They’ve heard the arguments, felt the weight of his wrath. But they ignore it, choosing instead to uphold the illusion of their perfect son.

You know they love you and love to spoil you, but you also know their disappointment runs deep.

To them, you’re the little child who always gets her way, who causes trouble without considering the consequences.

A loud clatter from the kitchen breaks her thoughts, and your mother whirls around.

“What was that? We can’t afford any mistakes!”

You watch your mother hurry away, and your heart sinks further. Mistakes.

That’s all you feel you are lately and a series of disappointments waiting to be uncovered. Your eyes drift to the grand staircase, and you imagine Mike descending it, his presence commanding the room, and your parents beaming with pride.

Your phone buzzes, pulling you from bad thoughts. It’s a text from Hongjoong, something sweet and simple about your project.

Joongie: We’re getting a 10, pretty.

Joongie: Promise!!

For a moment, you smile, but it quickly fades. Hongjoong is your escape, your distraction, but even he can’t erase the weight of your family’s expectations.

Sighing, you set the book down and lean back, closing your eyes. The house feels suffocating, filled with reminders of who you are supposed to be.

But this time, you won’t be caught off guard. If your brother’s return is inevitable, you’ll face him on your terms—even if it means confronting the secrets they both carry.

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The school backyard is too quiet to be the last class, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees as students chatter in the distance.

You and Hongjoong sit on a bench, the space between them comfortable but heavy with unspoken thoughts.

You swing your legs lazily, your eyes looking at the horizon. Your usually confident demeanor seems a little more distant today, like your mind is elsewhere.

Hongjoong notices it instantly, and though he’s not the type to pry, he can’t help but ask.

"Hey, what's going on? You seem… off today."

You glance over at him, lips curling into a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“It’s nothing. Just stuff with my family.”

He raises an eyebrow, sensing that it’s more than just ‘stuff.’ He leans a little closer, his voice softer now.

“Your brother, right?”

You freeze at the mention of him, gaze flickering to the side, as though trying to avoid the thought altogether. Your fingers fidget with the hem of your jacket, and you sigh deeply.

"Yeah, he’s coming back today." You try to mask the vulnerability in your tone, but Hongjoong catches it anyway "After three years, my parents are so excited. You should see the house, Joong... everything has to be perfect."

Hongjoong watches you carefully, his expression thoughtful. He remembers when your mother told you about Mike’s return.

You had been visibly upset, though you masked it quickly, eager to avoid the conversation. He knows that you have spent your whole life living in your brother’s shadow, constantly compared to his perfection.

"I get it," He says softly, his voice steady "You’ve always felt like he’s the ‘golden child,’ right? The one your parents adore."

Your lips tighten, but you don't argue, just nod, glancing at him with a half-smile.

"It’s exhausting. He’s everything they ever wanted in a son. Business master. Perfect grades. Perfect manners. Perfect everything." You pause, a bitter edge creeping into your voice "It doesn’t matter how many times I get a perfect score or do everything right. It’s never enough."

Hongjoong nods, his hand resting on the back of the bench, his gaze still on you. He knows you hide a lot behind that confident exterior, but the cracks are starting to show now, and it makes him feel both protective and… uncertain.

"It sounds like a lot to deal with. But your parents love you. They just have high expectations, don’t they?"

Your gaze flickers briefly to him, but you don't meet his eyes. You bite your lip, as if debating whether to continue.

"They do, but sometimes it feels like it’s not enough." You shrug, trying to brush it off, but the weight of the words lingers in the air between them "Anyway, enough about that."

You shift in your seat, a new thought clearly forming.

“Hongjoong,” You say, voice softer now, almost vulnerable "I know I’ve been, uh… caught up with my family stuff lately. But would you… would you ever invite me to your place one day? Just, you know, to get away from all of this?"

He blinks in surprise, but the warmth of your request is clear. It’s not about the drama or the pressures you face at home. It’s just you wanting a break, wanting something simple.

A break from being the ‘perfect’ daughter, the one always judged against the golden child.

"Of course, pretty." He replies without hesitation "Whenever you want. You can always come over."

You look at him, eyes softer now, a real smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Thanks, that means more than you know."

You sit in silence for a moment, the weight of your words settling between you. Hongjoong’s heart races, unsure of what this means for their relationship but knowing one thing:

Being around you, seeing you like this—vulnerable, honest—it pulls him in deeper.

Finally, you break the silence again “Well, if I have to put up with my perfect brother for a while, at least I’ll have something to look forward to, right?”

He chuckles, the sound filling the quiet space between you “Exactly. And you know, I think the ‘perfect’ brother might need a little dose of reality. No one can be perfect all the time.”

You grin at that, your usual self-assuredness flickering back to life.

"Maybe.”

"Well, you’ve got me for anything. Always."

As you sit there, the rest of the world seems to fade away. Just for a moment, everything is okay.

And for now, that’s enough.

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Leo Hölzer: Teamleiter, Großer Bruder, Kümmerer und Beschützer

Ich habe hier letztens einen Post gesehen (den ich auf die Schnelle gerade nicht wiederfinde), in dem bestätigt wurde, dass Leo der Bruder von drei kleinen Schwestern ist. Das hat mich irgendwie nicht mehr losgelassen und dazu gebracht, einige Handlungen und Verhaltensweisen unter dem Aspekt neu zu betrachten und Leo noch mal mit anderen Augen zu sehen. Dabei rausgekommen ist etwas, das in Richtung einer Charakteranalyse geht und viel zu lang geworden ist, aber vielleicht findet das ja jemand genau so spannend und interessant wie ich.

Was wir vorher schon wussten und in diesem Tatort noch mehr hervorgehoben wurde: Leo ist ein absoluter Kümmerer. Er merkt, wenn es jemandem nicht gut geht und möchte gerne helfen. Das haben wir gesehen, als er sich um Pia Sorgen macht und sie bittet, etwas zu essen und sich hinterher sogar noch bei Esther nach ihr erkundigt, weil er merkt, dass etwas faul ist. Das haben wir gesehen, als Esther ihm sagt, dass sie bald durchdreht und Leo sie tröstend in den Arm nimmt, obwohl sie ihm vorher an den Kopf gedonnert hat, dass sie ihn hasst. Und bei Adam haben wir das sowieso schon so oft gesehen, in diesem Film, als Adam sich im Imbiss fesseln musste und Leos erste Frage ist, ob es ihm gut geht und er ihm danach direkt versichert, dass es nicht seine Schuld ist. Und ich glaube durchaus, dass das einfach eine Kernqualität von ihm ist. Aber vielleicht rührt das außerdem noch aus den Umständen, unter denen er aufgewachsen ist?

Leo hat nicht nur eine, nicht zwei, sondern drei(!!!) kleine(!!!) Schwestern. Wir wissen noch nichts über Leos Eltern, aber sie sind dann wohl eine Familie mit vier Kindern. Kinder sind teuer und es muss zwar nicht so sein, aber es kann durchaus sein, dass sie nicht viel Geld hatten und Leos Eltern viel arbeiten mussten und dadurch vielleicht auch weniger Zeit für ihre einzelnen Kinder hatten. Ich kann mir vorstellen, dass Leo da sehr früh erwachsen werden musste. Dass er, als großer Bruder, der Älteste, sehr früh angefangen hat, sich um seine Schwestern zu kümmern. Auf sie aufzupassen, sie zu beschützen. Dass er gelernt hat, Verantwortung zu übernehmen, immer der Vernünftige sein musste. Dass er schon da angefangen hat, immer für andere da zu sein. In der Szene mit Moritz Leimers jüngeren Geschwistern verrät seine kleine Schwester, dass Moritz versprochen hat, wiederzukommen. Leo entgegnet daraufhin sehr versichernd „Ganz bestimmt.“ Aus der Perspektive betrachtet, dass Leo selber drei kleine Schwestern hat, um die er sich eventuell auch sehr kümmern musste, kann sich Leo vielleicht gut in Moritz einfühlen. Moritz, dessen Eltern weg sind, der sehr jung und ganz alleine für zwei Kinder verantwortlich ist. Und möglicherweise kommt dieses „ganz bestimmt“ aus Leos eigener Erfahrung, weil er selber auch immer zu seinen Schwestern zurückgekommen wäre. Zu Leos Eltern, dem Familiengefüge und seiner Kindheit wissen wir aktuell nur sehr wenig, fast gar nichts. Der Spatort nutzt aber nicht zum ersten Mal Parallelen zwischen den Hintergrundgeschichten der Kommissar*innen und den Charakteren des jeweiligen Falls als Stilmittel. Außerdem ist Moritz Leimer, der erst wie ein Nebencharakter schien, sogar ein wiederkehrender Charakter und da finde ich den Gedanken gar nicht so abwegig, dass es vielleicht, ganz eventuell, möglicherweise eine Spiegelung oder Parallele zu Leo gibt?

Naja, weiter im Text. Zwischen Geschwistern kommt es auch öfter mal zu Konflikten, Streitereien und für mich würde das sehr in sein Bild passen, dass er oft die vermittelnde Rolle eingenommen hat. Wie auch später in seinem Team mit Pia, Esther und Adam. Dort ist Leo ständig am Justieren von Konflikten, für Esther ist er zu locker, für Adam zu strikt, er kann es niemandem so richtig recht machen, am allerwenigsten wahrscheinlich sich selbst, aber er versucht es ganz verzweifelt. Ich hab es jetzt schon öfter gelesen und nehme es selber so wahr, dass er wie der Kleber im Team fungiert und alles und alle irgendwie versucht zusammenzuhalten. Und damit ist er zwar ihr Teamleiter, vielleicht fällt er dort aber gleichzeitig ein bisschen in seine Rolle als großer Bruder. Womöglich ist Leo es dadurch auch gewohnt, öfter mal der Buhmann für irgendjemanden zu sein.

Mit drei Geschwistern ist es bestimmt auch oft laut gewesen, besonders, wenn sie wirklich nicht viel Geld hatten und vielleicht in einer eher kleinen Wohnung gelebt haben. Ich stelle es mir schwer vor, da einen Rückzugsort zu finden und er hatte ja vermutlich keine Freunde, zu denen er hätte gehen können. Da passt es einfach so wunderbar, dass er dieses Baumhaus - einen Raum ganz für sich alleine, ruhig und im Wald - hatte. Denn ich empfinde Leo als einen ruheliebenden Charakter, der dort vielleicht ebenfalls eine Auszeit von der Rolle des großen Bruders gefunden hat. Einen Ort, den er irgendwann mit Adam teilt. Einen Ort, von dem aus Leo aber irgendwann mitbekommt, wie Adam von seinem Vater gequält wird. Leo, der sich Jahre später noch schuldig fühlt, dass er jahrelang zugeschaut hat, wie Adam misshandelt wird. Leo, der vielleicht von klein auf gelernt hat, für die Menschen, die er liebt, Verantwortung zu übernehmen, sie zu beschützen. Leo, der es nicht mehr aushält, dass sich niemand für Adam verantwortlich fühlt und niemand etwas tut und der es selber nicht mehr aushält, nichts zu tun… Der Adams Vater mit dem Spaten ins Koma schlägt und sich die Verantwortung und Schuld für diese Tat auf seine Schultern lädt. Und der sich selber immer wieder mit dieser Verantwortung und Schuld konfrontiert, indem er Roland im Krankenhaus besucht.

Leo ist außerdem sehr sensibel. Er bezeichnet sich in „Das fleißige Lieschen“ selber etwas zynisch als „Knicker“ und „Weicher“ in dem Gespräch mit Weißer und ich kann mir generell vorstellen, dass, auch wenn das auf Stereotypen basiert (aber diese Stereotypen existieren nun mal in unserer Gesellschaft), die Kindheit mit seinen Schwestern ihn auch dahingehend geprägt hat. Dass er mehr gelernt hat, einen Zugang zu seinen Gefühlen zu haben, sie zuzulassen und zu zeigen, wie zum Beispiel das offene Geständnis, das er an Adam macht: „Ich würde mit dir bis ans Ende der Welt gehen“, eben weil er von so vielen Frauen umgeben war und vielleicht nie auf eine toxische, „männliche“ Art und Weise stark sein musste. Anders als Adam das von seinem Vater lernen sollte. Leo musste dafür aber vielleicht auf eine andere toxische Art und Weise stark sein. Wen hatte er denn zum Reden, bis er sich mit Adam angefreundet hat? Und wen hatte er, als und nachdem Adam gegangen ist? Als großer Bruder wird er sich wahrscheinlich nicht seinen kleinen Schwestern anvertraut haben und gerade bei der Sache nach dem Spaten hatte er ja ziemlich sicher vor rechtlichen Konsequenzen Angst. Er hat also die Sache mit Adam (und vielleicht auch noch andere Sachen? Das Mobbing?) in sich reingefressen, was in dem Gespräch mit Caro raus klingt. Sie bittet ihn, darüber zu reden, was damals los war und Leo leugnet sogar erst, dass überhaupt etwas los gewesen sein soll. Dabei kann Leo Dinge nicht so gut wegdrücken (wie Adam). Darüber reden konnte er aber anscheinend auch nie und hat somit ebenfalls nie so richtig gelernt, seine Gefühle vernünftig zu kommunizieren. Das wirkt sich auch in seiner Kommunikation mit Adam negativ aus. Er versucht es immer wieder, scheitert aber oft daran, dass er am Ende doch zu viel hinnimmt und lieber nichts sagt oder sich abfindet, selbst wenn es ihm gegen den Strich geht.

Und vielleicht ist auch der Grund, warum er in Saarbrücken geblieben ist, der, dass er dort gebraucht wurde. Von seinen Eltern, von seinen Schwestern. Als großer Bruder. Vielleicht hatte er nie die Möglichkeit, einfach so abzuhauen, wie Adam es getan hat. Und das ist eine reine Mutmaßung von mir, die auf nichts Weiterem als meinen ausschweifenden Gedanken basiert, aber vielleicht wusste Adam genau das auch? Dass Leo niemals aus Saarbrücken weggekonnt hätte, Adam selber aber ganz dringend da weg musste. Vielleicht hätte er es dann nicht geschafft zu gehen, wenn er Leo davon erzählt hätte oder (was ich fast noch typischer für Adam und fast schon realistisch fände) er wusste, in was für einen Konflikt Leo das stürzen würde, wenn er ihm sagt, dass er geht und hat für sich beschlossen, dass es besser ist, wenn er ihm das erspart. Leo versucht schließlich immer für andere da zu sein. Ich denke, deswegen tut es ihm später dann unter anderem auch so weh, wie Adam ihn wieder ausschließt und ihm Dinge verheimlicht, eben weil er so gerne für ihn da wäre.

Leo hat spätestens bei dem Spatenschlag angefangen, sich für Adam verantwortlich zu fühlen und verantwortlich zu machen (ich will gar nicht wissen, ob er sich ebenfalls für seinen Weggang verantwortlich gemacht hat) und auch in ihrer späteren Dynamik fühlt Leo sich noch immer für Adam verantwortlich, besonders wenn Adam Scheiße baut. Er sagt es ja selber in „Das Ende der Nacht“ zu Adam mit „Aber ich hab dich nicht abgehalten“. Und klar, er ist der Teamleiter, dadurch empfindet Leo sicherlich eine gewisse Verpflichtung der Position gegenüber. Aber Adam ist ein erwachsener Mensch und Kriminalhauptkommissar, der eigenverantwortlich handelt und in dem Rahmen hat Leo nicht die Verantwortung, sondern er macht sich verantwortlich. Daniel und Vladimir haben ja schon öfter erwähnt, dass Adam und Leo so was wie Brüder wären und auch wenn die Beziehung zueinander von vielen Zuschauenden anders empfunden wurde und wird (und die Produzent*innen das mittlerweile vielleicht mit einbezogen haben?), frage ich mich, ob Adam ursprünglich eventuell vom Verhältnis zu Leo so angelegt war als der „Bruder“, der immer Scheiße baut und für den Leo immer wieder in die Bresche springt. Und er springt auch wieder in die Bresche, als Esther ihn fragt, ob Adam alleine oder Adam und Leo zusammen entschieden haben, Moritz Leimer laufen zu lassen. Seine Antwort ist: Wir. Er hat damals deutlich gemacht, was er von Adams Entscheidung hält und als Pia ihn in „Die Kälte der Erde“ gefragt hat, wer von ihnen das entschieden hat, kam das „wir“ noch mit Anführungszeichen. Aber wenn es drauf ankommt, dann steht Leo zu Adam und trägt seine Entscheidung mit, selbst wenn er sie nicht gutheißt und anfangs gar nicht mittragen wollte. Nimmt auch dafür die Verantwortung mit auf sich. Er fängt aber ebenfalls an, sich generell für Dinge verantwortlich zu fühlen, die gar nicht in seiner alleinigen Verantwortung, geschweige denn in seiner Kontrolle liegen, wie Luisas Tod in „Der Fluch des Geldes“. Vielleicht, weil er das von klein auf so gelernt hat, vielleicht auch, weil es ihm ein Gefühl von Kontrolle simuliert, dass er mit seinem Handeln Dinge beeinflussen kann. Und ich frage mich, ob er sich genau so dafür verantwortlich fühlt, dass Pia und Adam ihm nicht vertrauen, ob er dafür auch die Schuld in sich sucht. Im gesamten letzten Film versucht Leo so sehr für alle da zu sein, versucht so sehr, sich zu kümmern, aber sie lassen ihn nicht. Trotzdem lügt Pia ihn an und Adam hält sich nicht an seine Anweisungen und es nagt an ihm. Er gibt und gibt und am Ende wirft er sich schützend vor Pia, weil Leo nun mal Leo ist und das für ihn so unglaublich charakteristisch ist. Weil Leo prinzipiell nach dem Motto „lieber ich als andere“ zu handeln scheint. Egal was die Konsequenzen sind, die er dafür zu tragen hat. Die Frage nach dem ob stellt sich ihm gar nicht. Jemand, den er ins Herz geschlossen hat, ist in Gefahr, also muss er etwas tun. Wie auch bei dem Spaten. Er ist Teamleiter, großer Bruder, verantwortlich. Und mir bricht mein verdammtes Herz für Leo Hölzer, der vielleicht ein noch viel tragischerer Charakter zu sein scheint, als ich zu Anfang eh schon angenommen habe.

Vielen Dank an alle, die bis hierhin gelesen haben oder falls überhaupt irgendwer bis hierhin gelesen hat. Ich erheb’ hier natürlich keinen Anspruch auf irgendeine Korrektheit, vielleicht habe ich auch Sachen überinterpretiert, über die sich gar nicht so viele Gedanken gemacht wurden. Das sind einfach nur Dinge, die mir so durch den Kopf gegangen sind und Verhaltensweisen, die für mich unter dem Aspekt auf einmal noch mehr Sinn ergeben und Leo als Charakter noch schlüssiger gemacht haben. Vielleicht hat/hatte dazu ja jemand noch ganz andere oder weiterführende Gedanken und mag sie teilen.

#that escalated quickly #hab mich kurz wieder wie in der schule gefühlt #leo hölzer #some sort of character analysis #adam schürk #spatort #tatort saarbrücken #das ende der nacht #das fleißige lieschen #die kälte der erde #der fluch des geldes

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